"=-=-=The morph chamber was even smaller than the conference room and smelleda bit of bleach and lemons. Mom and I were standing on one side of whatlo...ked like a long, steel bathtub. The doctor was on the other side,adjusting some some controls. For the first time in years, I was holdingonto my mom's hand. Dr Nari looked up from what she was doing and gaveme a gentle smile. "You feeling a little nervous, sweetheart?" A little." I was actually feeling pretty scared. There was a bigdifference. So as Jeff and I were talking as we walked homefrom school the other day, I asked him about it, "Uh, Jeff, like, youever noticed that your piss is a different color?"He kind of looked at me like I was from a different planet before heresponded, "This is a joke, right? Like next you're going to ask me whyelephants paint their toenails." Naw, I'm serious," I said, "Like it's been some kind of pink colorlately." Oh man", Jeff replied, "That's really bad. Like if it were blue, or evengreen or. The windows open a crack so she could smoke. Sally had one foot up on the bench seat, her back against the door as we drove. I was wishing her skirt was shorter. The only time we touched at all was when I (quite Unselfconsciously)rested my hand on her ankle. There was no objection, and I don't think either of us realised it until a couple of minuets had passed.So, park up. Chaise out. I carry it up the stairs to her flat (only first floor), put it in the living room till she tidy's her k**s. Today would be her first day under my roof, and I was itching to discover her pain tolerance. Sure, she said she was a masochist, but I highly doubted she had ever been with someone like me. Even Ella was no comparison. To waste some more time, I picked up her questionnaires. As I read through them for the thousandth time, I again noted that, assuming the answers were honest and not what she thought I wanted to hear, she had a very high self-esteem. That was good. I hated women who felt so bad.