. growing up is optional. I’ll be dead when I grow up. I play games ... online ... in paintball action ... off the beach ... with the Society ... I ...lay games. I played games as a kid, as a teen, as a young adult ... as an old man ... I play games.The factory ... Angel ... had a finished wing from a failed credit order and they were positively ecstatic when we called. It was even the same color ... red and white. Ed drove all night to bring the wing to us ... Iowa isn’t all that far.That failed. She also did not seem to notice anything strange ether."This is so weird," I thought to myself, while taking my first stepswith my new set of legs.It was strange walking to the car.My hips were swinging with every step and because I was not used to it,I could feel the material of my clothes rubbing on my vagina or Jenna.I was glad, once I reached the car.I tried to find out how to reverse my condition on the drive home, butwhen I turned on the watch, it only showed an empty battery. I knew without looking thatthe doctor had removed something that made me a real man.My testicles were gone forever. I sat there and realized that this timewhat had been done was permanent. I felt the tears streaming down myface while I sat there quietly.I guess I cried for a long time. Finally a nurse knocked on the doorand asked me if I was all right. I told her I was but needed help instanding and walking back to bed.I slept the night through because I was taking some sort of sleepingpill and. Although I suspected Liira of having a hand in my mother's unexpected nonchalance, I let the issue drop, merely happy to have free reign in coupling with her.A few weeks later, on a warm Sunday afternoon, my mother and I lay together on her bed, spooning after having spent the day lazing around, cuddling. Although she had yet to begin showing obvious signs of the child- our daughter, in accordance with my pact- my eyes were familiar with every little curve of my mother's body. I could tell that.