I'd figured there were a million girl models out there already, so why would I want to be one more? But the funny thing is that there aren't very many... pretty boys pretending to be girls, like only a couple of us, and I was the prettiest one of all. That made me worth a lot of money to men like Miles and he was here to make sure I was worth it.Someday, I thought, I'd go back to being a boy. I kind of hoped so anyway, sometimes. Or maybe I just wanted to hope so, I wasn't sure. I didn't even know. "I, uh, haven't broken the big news," I related."Well, THAT works," Mark laughed. "You dog, you! One night on planet and you managed to put some sweet young thing on her back? I didn't think you were such a stud..." It just happened..." I explained."Well, if it doesn't work out, no harm, no foul," Mark chuckled. "You just put her on the street and take something ELSE at pickup..." You're a predator, Man," I chided him. "The only question is species. Wolf or hyena?" Hyena, probably," Mark. “It’s my weasel.” Father makes a garbled sound and then he coughs. “Is that what the sisters call it?” “Oh, no--they don’t call it anything. But it looks to me like the top of a weasel’s head. I just call it that by myself.” “It’s called a cunt, Angelique. It’s a beautiful thing and not at all like a weasel.” I’ll call it a cunt if it pleases Father, but to myself it will still be my weasel. Weasel seems more friendly than cunt. “Do you know what it’s for, Angelique?” I know it’s for peeing and. Zelda rounded on her at once, her face contorted with anger and detirmination. Impa had raised, taught, and protected her for many years. None of that entered the princess' mind. Link had agreed to stay with her. That was all that mattered to her at that moment. That, and getting him in her private chambers. Hyrule had gotten along without her for seven years, she reasoned. Another week wasn't much of a stretch. "I have all the time I need," Zelda answered hotly. "At some point, I plan to send.