THE BLOOM ON THE ROSEThe sky at sunriseAnd sundownBlushes like my cheeks,Pink with promiseThe way my buttocks areAfter they've been spanked.BLASPHEMOU... PRAISEA dome may rivalThese man-made tits of mine,From time to time,But nothing in nature can,For my breasts were madeNot by God, but man.LOVE BITESI lie motionlessWith practiced patience,Awaiting the stingOf the fleabiteUpon my bottomOr my ballsOr anywhere at allThe flea is pleasedTo pleasure me.FEMALE MIMICRYWomen are too beautiful to. Besides, it was a heck of a lot easier to get an appointment. It was cheaper still if I went to one attached to a "beautician school". Thus, the trip to the mall.It was before ten, so I had to wait for all of five minutes before the receptionist, who resembled a blue-haired cross between Marilyn Manson and Dolly Parton, escorted me to the back of the shop. I guess they were busier than usual because I was in an area usually reserved for major projects - each station had shampoo sinks, bright. You got a pen?”---------Reginald followed the old man’s directions four blocks south and found comfort in the fact that the doctor’s office was on the ground level. He couldn't cope with any more cockshock from elevator assault and battery.He found a nondescript wooden door. Using a new handkerchief, he turned the doorknob and entered a long, dimly lit hallway. It ran to the back of the building. Creeping forward, he followed the hallway until he came to another door, Dr. Doris Dvorak stenciled. Now, if you acted like a sweet little girl, you would know better than to run like a ruffian up the stairs. It's no wonder why your Mommy wishes you were born a little girl instead. And I know that your Aunt Heather and I wished you were our little niece instead of our nephew too."Rachel was still rocking Thomas back and forth as she cuddled him. Heather was smiling and wiping away all of his tears as the little boy was hugging onto Bearsky. Thomas was quiet, except for his soft sniffles..