"He's been in surgery a little over two hours now but there's been no news from the hospital yet." She paused a moment before asking the next question.... "So, what's going on, Chloe? Everything okay there in Tokyo?"There was an audible sigh from the phone. "Yes and no," she replied with a bit of a sniffle. "The two shows yesterday went fine it's just ... I don't want to do this right now." Are you okay, Chloe? Did someone try to... ?" Nothing more than usual. Oh, there were a couple rich posers. It could also be that he really doesn't like men havingtattoos." Huh? What are you talking about?"She rolled up her sleeve. Where once there had been a very impressive image of the Archangel Gabriel, acquired while at a seminary after a dare that may well have involved alcohol, there was now only clear, unmarked skin."I phoned around a few friends who had ink," she said, gazing at her exposed forearm, "and no one with tattoos before we all switched genders had any afterwards. If this holds true. “Could I do anything to help?” He smiled. The wine continued to flow. I could feel my head start to spin. As I ate my ice cream, I sucked on the spoon, making eye contact with Daddy as I did so. “Mmmm this is so yummy.” “Right,” Daddy said, standing up, “you have pushed your luck!” He started to walk out. I didn’t know what to do – Daddy was angry with me. I instinctively got up and followed him out, leaving our desserts on the table. “Daddy, wait, please!” I shouted as I got out into the. "I gave him a smile took a slow seductive drag on my cigarette stood up,exhaled in his direction, sucked in my gut, undid the belt of my robeand let it fall open, exposing my breasts and vagina. His eyes got wide.I said, "You see anything wrong here?"He shook his head and I said, "Now go back to your room and come backhere at 9 AM sharp."He ran out of the door, I let out my breath and laughed hysterically. Iwas sure I couldn't keep the pretense up tomorrow but at least that lastsight should.