" So I bit the bullet so to speak and took the graveyard shift and for 32 years I worked that shift." Don't worry about making a lot of noise when you...leave for work."When Grandpa finished sharing his wisdom Grandma said to her beloved Grandson Andy."And I will make you a nice sack supper and a thermos of strong black coffee."When they finished talking the trio resumed eating their breakfast when it was time for Andy to start work at his new job.He took a shower and shaved then he dressed as. Slipping the tip in to the fabric, pushed the knife forward and up, ripping the garment as it went until finally the string bow above her breasts parted. The sudden release of pressure caused the knife to jerk, just just barely missing cutting her young face. Gripping the torn opening, I continued to tear the garment downward with my hands until the front of the blouse was completely open, baring her flat stomach and light-blue bra to my unencumbered view. Not want to rush things, I caressed. . I'm not most boys." I retorted as I involuntarily gripped the case holding my life's work.This statement was more accurate than she could have guessed. I was the only male on the planet whose mother had been purposely chosen him to be so. My mother, Trista Hart, the most celebrated geneticist alive, thought she had found the cure the shota syndrome. She modified my genome and dubbed me the first-ever "clean" baby. Much to her disappointment, I was stuck with an impotent dick and a body. "It'll go away. Mommy will make it better..."There was light coming in through the curtians when Wade began to be aware of his surroundings. They were strange. There was an arm cuddled around him, and his head was resting up against a the camouflage of his utility jacket. He could feel hair laying on him, and, as he opened his eyes, could see it was long, black hair. What in the name of... "Miss Rose?" he said softly."I'm right here, Wade," she whispered. "It's all right. You're all right.".