I'm Mikey, or Dan depending on who I'm with at the time, Dan being my deceased Granddad and the apple of my still living Gran's eye. So much so that s...e ended up seducing me to take my 'conjugal rights' with her as a substitute for her Dan. Gran has a form of dementia which leaves her confused as to where she is, how old she is or who is her family, living or not. She's still a lovely old lady but you never quite know who you're talking to, Grace that is, or Grace that was, nor when the switch. That was wrong."Margaret said, "Couldn't they have given you hormone replacement therapy?I know there's the cancer risks in menopause, but I would think...as aparent, I mean..."Jay said, "Ma, don't you think..."Esme put her hand on his. "No, it's a reasonable question. I've asked itmyself. Unfortunately, no, they couldn't." She took a deep breath andcontinued. "It wasn't a lack of testosterone. It's more like, well, Imean, our body goes through a series of changes dictated by whatandrogens it. But, if all went well it would be worth it!Nick opened the nondescript looking box and removed two carpujects. Onesaid 'Administer to Nick' and the other said 'Administer to Jill'.There was a brief, typed note that said:Congratulations on your purchase!Simply, prick the skin of the subject in question with the syringe.Changes will occur as quickly as the DNA can be rewritten by ournanites.Nick had been masturbating to thoughts of this day for months. Hismental visions of Jill waking up to. They’ve pierced my nipples. But why? I couldn’t see them, couldn’t feel them, but I knew that was what “He” had done to me. Pierced my nipples. I moved my tongue. I touched my teeth with it. It dawned on me, my nipples had been pierced, as had my tongue. It didn’t make any sense. Then again, why were we all stripped naked, and strapped down in some sort of cellar. I didn’t understand. I heard footsteps, and my skin went cold, I shivered. What else were they going to do to me, to us. The steps.