“Going somewhere?” he asked. Then he really surprised her. She felt a blanket slide up her body, and then his body back on top of hers, straddling...her. “Since I can do whatever I want, I thought I’d make out with you. For a bit.” He did, his body hard against hers. He kissed her lips, little kisses all around the edges of them, then more little kisses all over her face--her cheeks, her forehead, the cloth on top of her eyes. He turned her head one way, then moved the blindfold a bit higher and. Finally, she flattened her hands out and ran them over my short, stubbly hair.I opened my eyes and looked at her, nibbling at my lip, nervous once again…She shook her head at me, smiling on one side her of mouth. “Your mind…” She started to say.I reached up and grabbed her hands, pulling them away from my head. “I feel like a freak.”I was still holding her hands so she darted in and kissed me on the forehead. “You are a freak, freakboy.” She smiled and took the sting out of the words.Then her. Once they had all left, I went to the tailor, and our conversation went like this:Tailor: Hi bhaiyya, what do you want?Me: Please stitch these blouses for me.And then I gave him my measurements from the day before.Tailor: (With a long stare) I don’t stitch women’s clothes.Me: Bhaiyya, I told you. It’s for my drama. Charge me extra, but please, I need these blouses.Tailor: I already stitched you a blouse for your drama yesterday.Me: We have a lot of costume changes in the drama, so I need more. After the Eugenics War we're not very welcome among those that were created the old fashioned way. Even today were I to be discovered on one of Earth's colonies I would be hunted, locked away, executed or dissected even though for all outward appearances I am a totally normal looking Asian female.I shudder when I think of what other ways the brilliant engineers at Osaka Eugenics could have configured this body and brain had my creation and configuration been contracted by another firm or.