surveillance (every corner of the compound scrutinized by Security, and,
occasionally, by their Host) Nana's 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 extempore a carnal two on one.
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 that
outside rationales might deem "unnatural."
Hours of this entertainment having passed, Nana now returns to her
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
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 ordinarily would lead to ones parents. "Wolff" is short for "wolffian"
as in ducts required for boy-ness, whereas "müller" stands for "müllerian"—ducts
required for girl-ness. The issue "ovaries versus testicles," at a fetal 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 chromosome Y. What happens next to would-be females
in the womb
rests upon their X chromosome, their pair of
Xs, normally. I am XX, tests confirm. So how account for traits unique to