" I said and she looked at me and smiled.Martha drove us into town and we parked near the shops, Wendy seemed a bit low as we entered the first shop, ...hich catered for young and trendy girls, I asked her what was wrong? "I've never chosen my own clothes before . . . I don't know what to do." She said her face going red with shame.I called over a sales assistant and told her that I wanted my daughter, Wendy beamed as I said that, to be dressed completely as a young girl should be. I then added,. I was laid on a bed in a small room, with no doors or windows andeverything was pink. The only furniture was the bed I was laid on and amirrored door wardrobe. And the sight in that mirror scared the shit outof me.I was a girl.Not just dressed up as one but an actual girl.I sat up on the bed to take in the ridiculously feminine sight that wasreflected back at me.On my feet were a pair of sparkly pink stiletto heels with pink bows onthe closed toes. I reached down to take them off but my hands. Your arm, though ... it's gone."She closed her eyes."It hurts. How can something not there hurt so much?"He reached down and petted her hair, stroking her soft cheek."I'm sorry. I don't have much painkiller for you. I tossed a ton into you today, and we have to ration it from now on. You understand?" She nodded, her remaining hand coming up to trap his against her soft cheek. "I ... I'll give you one a day. I'll let you decide when you need it. Do you need one now, to sleep?" I'm not .... According to Lisa, the child who had sought her out had almost fried someone on two separate occasions. These mutant human children didn’t seem to be able to access other humans, though, not even the enhanced humans in the various immortal, blooded families; only the half-alien hybrids could be mentally raped and their powers stolen. That was the main reason Alana held such fearful contempt of those deviously innocent, childlike ... creatures.The nervous thoughts and images of those gathering.