"-Unattributed, Apologia ApocryphaThe break of dawn would be upon them soon. Violet ribbons of morning light dressed the cloudless sky with its desert...clothes. The Pilgrim was kneeling, praying to God. His lips uttered mantras that thanked God for the gift of sight. Molo was right next to him shrouded in studied silence, half kneeling in a praying stance. His features now were much more grizzled and harsher than when he had left his master's curatorium. He felt quite a different man these last. ..well, you know what I mean. No. I mean," he indicated his lap, "youknow. All the way."Don waited patiently, but John didn't continue. "If it's time to go allthe way, Beebs, then it's time to say it out loud."John nodded. "Yeah. Ok. It's time to... become a girl. Like,completely. To have the surgery and... be a real woman."Don leaned over and kissed John's temple. "That's great, as long asyou're one hundred percent sure, Beebs. Are you? You seem nervous."John nodded. "Of course I'm nervous,. She sounded even hotter. Told her I was instereted in setting something up & went from there.I met her about an hour later. Go figure, she lived by my work. No wonder she was always there. I tryed to calm down as i knocked on the door. My heart was pounding. I always wanted to do this & now I was about to. When she answered, she just looked smoking. She was wearing these skin tight jeans & a tube top. Her tits were ready to fall out. As she invited me in, I was getting even more nervous. She. ‘sir, give me the money so I can go its getting late.’ he said, clearly nervous. ‘whats the rush?’ I said keeping the money to his side on the table and leaning forward to where our faces met. ‘I see you staring at me everyday, you like how my ass sways for you?’ I ask him to which he responds trying to get up from the chair as I push him back into it. ‘sir, let me go.’ he pleads wide-eyed. ‘I know you want this too.’ I say leaning in and planting my lips on his dry lips for a kiss, deepening.