She wasn?t really a good looking woman and shewas quite manly in the face. You could mistake her for a man if itweren?t for her wearing a frilly dress...and having a well-styled hair.Bethany Harrison was eager for a boob job to compensate for her lack offemininity. Since she was a minor, Doctor Michal told her that she neededto sign a waiver in order to operate her. Not thinking twice, Bethanyagreed and signed to the waiver. Unknown to her knowledge, that waiverisn?t for operating an underage. I wasn't always like this, you know.Once I was young and energetic; full of life. I had a young family, awhole life of possibilities spreading out ahead of me. Now I am old, mybody atrophied, my mind sometimes active and lucid but unable tocommunicate. I cannot speak, I need to be fed by others, my limbs do notobey me, and all I can do is lie here in this bed and gaze at thetelevision while I wait for my incontinence pad to fill with piss andshit. And, beyond that, only death.Sad, I hear you. Always smile and show them what a beautiful and caring girl you are. I know you will meet somebody soon.” “I hope you’re right. I’m so fucking horny and so tired of playing with my vibrator. I really want to be with another human being.” My stepmother moved a little closer to me. "Well your dad is out of town for the weekend. If you want, we could fool around. I know it’s not like being with another man, but I’m pretty sure that I could please you too. Are you interested in a little fun?” . I pushed them out of my mind and focused on my pre-game ritual of visualizing plays. One play just seemed right."I want to run Quarterback Draw on the first play," I said, going up to Coach Engels."Normally we need to set that up, but I think they are going to blitz you from the very first play. I think this will slow that down. Go ahead and call it," coach said.Coach Engels sent me out to the coin flip. Four Eastside players were waiting for Kevin and me. As I expected, Mark was there. Before.