I was to be vigilant. The doctor's hadn't seenanything abnormal about my vagina and reproductive system, which was good.I'd gotten pretty used to bein... poked and prodded down there.The doctors specialized in the Switch and tiptoed around gender identityquestions and had all kinds of terminology for my change: "current genitalappearance," "female presenting genitalia," "Switch induced sexualcharacteristics." I wish they'd just call it my pussy or vagina, or justsay, "where your dick used to be.". “No kidding. I thought laser cartridges were bad. Grab a seat.”She pulled out a chair by the table, opened the bottle, and poured some for each of us. I sat down across from her, picked up the plastic cup, tipped it towards her and sipped.“You won’t get drunk that way!” she laughed, gulping down her drink.“I probably shouldn’t,” I said. “And neither should you.”“Hey, this is my party, not yours!” she said pouring more for herself and gulping it down.I put my hand on the bottle and stopped her. I was tired and eager to slip into bed for a long night of sleep. Unfortunately, I did not have time to make it home before a nearby bark caught my attention. Glancing around, I soon spotted a large, charcoal-black cat darting across the street toward me. Flying in pursuit was an equally shady dog. He was quite small, though he stood an inch or so taller than the feline he was pursuing. Unfortunately for the terrified feline, he was forced to a stop by his pursuer just as he reached the. “I have known her. I taught her at Sunday School. I attended her wedding to her husband, Harvey. She honors her husband and that mark is no sin.”The crowd laughed, much of the anger defused. Mr Bletchley smiled too, and nodded respectfully at her.“Give her her clothes, for has she not been humiliated enough? See, there is no nipple for the devil to suckle upon her. Martha, recite the Lord’s Prayer, for all know no witch can utter it correctly!”Mataoka looked wide-eyed and lost, but stared into.