I don't know what was wrong with me if anything was, but, as I said, I had so much sex on my mind coming here that I had to wack off on the damn train... I had put that stuff out of my mind in the Emeryville station, or I tried to, if only for the sake of a few practical considerations. I had been so fucking dreamy, and then so pissed off at myself, tired and hungry. I hadn't given dear Ida much thought. Now we were riding through Oakland and Berkeley, and Ida was starting the whole thing up. "I guess I should take this stuffaway and give you some big Duplo blocks to play with instead. Dinner willbe ready soon, and if a couple of big boys come down for dinner, you'llget plates of ham, and mashed potatoes with peas, and ice cream fordessert. But if you're still dressed like selfish babies, then I guessI'll just feed you some prunes and vegetables. And if you keep being thisway, we'll have to get a stroller and a changing table that will fit you,and we'll just keep treating you like. But with a combination of nanotechnology and 3D-printed human organs using my own DNA, I was now the proud owner of breasts, a vagina, a uterus, and ovaries; all the working plumbing, so to speak. I am a woman; only a DNA test would ever contradict me, and I was saving up to have a DNA re-sequencing operation. If I got the role I wanted, I could indulge my kink and pay for my operation at the same time.The audition went well. They liked my looks, my voice, and they were thrilled to find out. I am very patient and hard-working, as you know, Mr. Thornbeck," Ashley said, with hope in her voice."I am aware of your work, Ashley, and I am impressed. But I'm not convinced yet that you have the skills to make the sale." Ashley knew that Mr. Thornbeck was sitting and waiting for something, but he didn’t know for what exactly. She looked at him, her eyes telling him everything before he even asked the question: "Yes, I’m ready. I’m ready for anything." Ashley was ready to let him take her.