My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy t...at she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For millennia I lingered in the valley of death. There were no shadows in that valley, only blackness, silence, and emptiness.. As I sat up, it became all the more obvious to me that: a) I had some big ass, b) There were no male sex organs down there, and c) boobs jiggle and move on their own.The next step was to try to stand up. They said if I could do that, I could be "un-plugged". It was difficult at first, but stand I did. Further, since this body, I meant since I was 19 my recovery to physical problems was much faster than if I had been 42! After standing, and the creaks went out of the unused joints, it became. By the time our soapy hands were washing genitals things got out of hand. I pushed her back against the shower wall and our bodies automatically meshed. My chest flattened her huge breasts and I drove my hips between her legs. Her hand guided my slippery shaft inside her and she consumed me. I kissed her and she moaned into my mouth with every thrust of my hips. The heat of the moment drove me into a primal state as I pounded into her with a purpose. I slid my mouth down her cheek and sucked. “Alex, you told me that Instagram is where celebrities go to die,” she eventually spoke.“Really?” he began scratching his head.He was no expert, but that statement sounded really weird.“Don’t worry,” Yolanda waved. “You’ll be an Instastar like this,” she snapped her fingers. “C’mon, you’re the embodiment of Instacool. People will love you.”“Will I have more followers than Kylie Jenner?” he asked, feeling terribly out of the loop.“Alex, hun, you know I love you, but you’re talking about an.