Before we flew off, we made our way to a clinic to have his eggs and mysperm frozen in case either of us ever wanted a biological child. Itseemed so ...dd to know that I would never be able to carry the baby thatI created. I would be a father to a surrogate mother who would carry itfor me to be the mother. I had trouble wrapping my head around thescenario to be truthful.I was certain that I would probably adopt if I did anything. I was sureI wouldn't want any reminders of what I had been like. ' I am never alone. I never provide my own transportation and I never pay for a damned thing!I returned, from the Philippines, eight and one half months pregnant. I was delivered to my putative husband Ray, who was now 15 years of age. The homecoming was sweet and genuine. Ray and I had been in contact the entire time. He knew from the sonograms that we were probably having a girl as there was no evidence of a penis. We had been going back and forth in email and IM about the name. That was. Cheryl began snipping away at his hairs. Beneath her clenched hand, Janice could feel the first knuckle of her fingers resting against his scrotum, his warm balls parted to close in on either side of her fingers. She was both delighted and embarrassed by the feeling. Having never touched a man before, she was very aware of the presence of others around her, others that could see her holding a man's 'thing'.Sonia and Rachel stood at Rob's feet, wine glass in hand as they watched him squirm with. Columns ofold tires capped by a dome made from a fiberglass satellite dish- one ofthose really old models that are ten feet in diameter. It's here that Iwill live out my days.Oona and Loona become my preistesses, my handmaidens, my hands and feet,the ones who and bathe and feed me, wipe my ass for me and take my poopoff to use as night soil in the sacred orchard; and as I learn thelanguage here they become really good friends, although since theyregard me as something far more than human they.