‘My love, it seems that you have a pulse. It suggests that you’re alive, but that can’t be right, I made you, you shouldn’t have a soul. Well ...y lovely, if you do have a soul, and if you can hear me, let me tell you something. I love you, even if we never have talked before, or met. I can’t explain it, but I can’t resist the love I feel for you, and I know that if you were alive, then you would be the one man that I would wish to marry. I just hope that you will give me my freedom along with. Dad, mom, and me. The conversation was littered with words I never thought would have been uttered between us. Polyamorous, open marriage, swinging. They held nothing back. I would ask a few questions, but I was mostly listening. They were doing most of the talking. I love mom and dad, but this was painfully awkward for me. The story goes mom met Taylor around eight-months ago at a party of a mutual friend. The two of them hit it off instantly. The more time they spent with one another. All of them crying, all of them sobbing quietly.Celia knelt down next to my chair and put her head on my right thigh. Diane came second, kneeling down and putting her head on my left thigh. Julie came last and put her head on my knees.I put my hands on their heads and started caressing their hair. And then I suddenly had a strange urge. I pushed their heads firmly to me and then:"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"I roared like a wounded lion. Just once. That was enough. I felt.... Sitting there, I just felt how odd my body was. How I pushed out oddly in some places, and didn't push out right in others. The little void between my legs was particularly noticeable. Suddenly, I froze. I realized that I'd been sitting there, with my legs crossed. Just like a woman. And I'd done it without realizing it. I couldn't believe this. Nervously, I stood back up, and remembering what Vicki had told me, I went to the fridge and looked inside. There was some leftover pasta and.