I went down to her legs and started cleaning them with a wet towel. Her skin was so soft, and when my fingers touched her toes, she shivered a little.... asked her if I can lift her gown till her knees, and she just nodded. Her fair legs were glowing, and it looked as if she had waxed recently. Soon I wiped her hands and neck. Then I asked her could she remove her gown? She was startled for a bit and then looked at me and said ok.She got up and pulled her nightgown, and she was wearing Victoria’s. My vision of a new dawn was dead, but my realisation of the futility of existence without it was still with me. All I wanted was to find some way to survive, to live a life that was halfway bearable. I didn't care what was true and what was not. I begged the doctors to brainwash me and make me back into a robot like all the others. They just increased my medication. "Somehow I adjusted to my situation. I pushed my awareness of the true state of the world to the back of my mind and adopted a. She moaned softly and rotated her hips around feeling herself stretched round me, tentatively rocking backward and forwards. I knew she was more than ready, so I slid myself nearly all the way out of her, only her wet lips holding on to my thick head, teasing her for a moment longer before firmly sliding the whole thing all the way back in. She moaned loudly enough for me to think about the neighbours for the first time, houses just behind the high hedges and so early in the otherwise quiet. I apologized forsurprising them and for any hurt this was going to cause."Okay, I've heard you out, my dad said when I stopped. Now you hear meout."I had to admit, he had been a very good listener, something he rarelywas. I nodded"Are you out of your fucking mind?" he exploded, jumping up and stalkingtowards me. "Is this some kind of a sick joke?" he went ongesticulating wildly. "You can't just go around changing your sexwhenever you feel like it. You're not my daughter; you're my son. .