The hilt was heavy in my hands, weighty like destiny. I held it, my eyes wide as Techne let her smile shine.“I sure hope you know what to do with th...t,” she said. “The Alliance hasn’t had a Liminal Knight on its side for, hoo...” She whistled. “Years and years. Without them, we’ve been running from Hegemonic forces and hitting back only when we got the chance.”I nodded, slowly, then found that there was a tiny hook on the belting of my leggings. I slipped my threshold blade there, where it hung. The Doctor continued, "This document is for your vocal surgery we willgive you a nice girly voice."I quickly signed the document. "I am a girly, girl."Mia notarized the document and the doctor continued. "This documentauthorizes your genital reconstruction, your testicles and skin will beremoved. The erectile tissue will be removed and your urethra will berepositioned to its proper place. The sensitive tissue will be gatheredand placed in a position for good contact when you have. The events in this story are 100% true.It was last year March when I was at my flat with my best friend Rocky waiting for our other friend Tasha. We were planning on going out that night so we started drinking early by dusk we were stumbling around but feeling okay because of the cold shower we had, I removed the door to the toilet because the hinges broke, and from the lounge you could see directly into the shower, we all showered quickly by the time Tasha showed up from work Tasha decided to. It had happened twice before, most recently with Janey Gonzales. He dated her for several weeks, and progressed to the point where she would let him do what Donnie Howell called a "dry fuck," lying between her legs and grinding against her crotch and abdomen until he ejaculated into his underwear. He was sure she knew what he was doing, and didn't seem to mind. It made sense that she'd let him fuck her if she'd let him dry fuck her. But when the moment came, when he lowered himself, legs angled.