“Stop shhhtaring and measure!”My fingers trembled as I wrapped the tape around the small girl’s enormous arm. It felt impossibly hard, like the ...ngots at the steel mill, except warm. And bigger.“How big?” she demanded.I didn’t say anything. I was looking at the door to the house and the door to the back yard. But Sherry and Andy were gone.“No one’s going to help you!” Becky shouted. “Do what I say and tell me how big my arm is!”“Eighteen and a half inches,” I stammered. This little girl with. So after that, we just left it, and just sat on the couch.It must have been two weeks after he moved in that Marie and I just spontaneously had this chat - we’d wanted a female housemate so that we could walk around in our underwear. I mean, we never really did, but we didn’t want to give up that freedom by getting a man in.Phillip, though ... he was cool. He’d said that he didn’t mind, and besides - he was never home. So one day, in the kitchen, Marie and I were making breakfast and chatting. Adrien nodded his head wanting this to be over.The doctor continued as he opened a clip board. "How old are you?" I'm twenty-nine years old," Adrien answered.The doctor marked it down. "Have you ever had a sexual encounter? Withthe opposite or same sex?" No, I'm straight," Adrien replied quickly."So you've had sex with some woman?" the doctor asked.Adrien shifted in his seat. He honestly debated lying to the doctorbut decided against it if only to get himself whole again. "No, Inever had any. Her girl friend asked how long it could last. She saidforever. She said that as long as she was pleased withme there was no time limit. Plus the fact I was herfree servant. She then said the wedding was a completesham and all identity of me has long been lost. Shesaid this address of the house was never reveled untilafter my change. She even went on to say how she used adifferent name when she first met me. She said that sheerased me entirely and if I died no one would know whoI was or where I.