" Wait… what? Really? What does it have to do with my eyes?"It was the first time someone qualified my eyes of "amazing" and it made me feel all fuz...y inside. I had expected something more along the line of "it's not that bad." Mei grabbed my hand and pulled me across the store. What was she going to do to me? * "This is a bad idea!" No, it's not. You'll be the star of the night." Where is my blindfold." In your bag, but you are not wearing it tonight, you promised!" I diiid… buuut…" Stop. He shook his head for a moment and replied, "Oh, yeah everything isfine, I .. never mind." He returned to his chair but for the nextfifteen minutes I caught him glancing at me oddly. I tried not to smileas he grew confused.The twelvth beer was mine to get and I stood, and then bent to pick upmy empty from the table, giving him a look at my ass in the tightshorts. Turning to take his I saw that confused look on his face again.Returning with the beer, I saw him tugging at his crotch to. I had never been a particularly burly boy and now that I had lost weight Iwasn't that much bigger than Madeleine. It soon became apparent, however,that her tailored clothes wouldn't fit me, so I settled on knee-length,summer skirt with an elasticised waist and a cashmere sweater. I loosened myhair from its ponytail and brushed it into more of a semblance of my usualstyle. Looking at myself in the mirror I was surprised to see how flat-chested I was. I had become so used to wearing breast forms. Your voice brings constant fear, fresh tears and a primal, stupid lust. The only real marker of reality, the last vestige of the mind’s connection to the body of the creature, now almost abjectly object, animal, property is in her movement. There is no part of my body that is not physically, palpably hurting, aching dully or stinging with pain without reprieve. The endorphins have long worn off – a frustrating paradox. What is now pain that I want direly to escape was precisely what was.