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As a subject
under
surveillance (every corner of the compound scrutinized by Security, and,
occasionally, by their Host) Nana choosing to defer Hermione’s yen for her and
hers for the strung-up Negress is generously rewarded... by the Prince Himself,
upon arrival, coming to call on His
paramours, proposing an improvised threesome.
Careful to
ensure no physical harm befalls their plaything, Nana and the Prince adjust the rope-wrought
sling, revising its complex rigging to afford unfettered access (Hermione's mute
submissiveness construed as by-your-leave) the better to engage in acts most
deem "unnatural".
*
Hours of this entertainment having gratifyingly passed, Nana now returns to her
introspective journal.
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What I recollect before
my birth, of course, is nothing, yet, when memory fails, imagination sometimes
can perform a sort of “virtual” reminiscence. Mine begins with a
needle—ouch—that poked, injected 'me' into 'I', a la
'my' into 'self,'
two distinctive halves—'he' plus
'she'—combined
in a singular whole, XY / XX bonded via the Sex-determining Region on my Y chromosome, engineering a hybrid—a
gargoyle in the eyes of most—with a name designed to match my
double duty gender
Conceived by “whom” (?) I aim to learn—this
private query's
purpose—through regression from a newborn to a zygote to a multiplying cell; a
path that would to parents, under normal circumstances. "Wolff" is short for "wolffian"
as in ducts required for boy-ness. Whereas "müller," stands for "müllerian"—ducts
required for girls. The issue 'ovaries versus testicles,' at a foetal human’s
outset, is decided by week six or so—before then 'we' have both. What happens next to would-be males,
in the womb, depends on
Y. What happens next to would-be females rests upon their X, their pair of
Xs, ordinarily. I am XX, tests confirm. So how account for traits unique to
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