He drove home, made himself some coffee and got out the biscuits. He sat at the kitchen table with the morning paper but did not read it. His mind was... too full of Becca. He did not linger and moved on to shave and shower. He was ready by half past eleven and drove to the school. He rang the bell. A girl he did not know opened the door."Hello," he said, "I'm Steven Hardacre, Becca's uncle." Come in, I'm Harriet Bentham. Have you got good news for us?"Steven's happy face told her the answer.. He would have to consider his wishes and be very careful about the wording or risk wasting them or suffering horrible consequences.Well, his first wish would be easy. He knew what he wanted because it was an obsession that had dominated his life ever since puberty. He wanted to be female. But he did not want to turn into a girl and then have to try to explain to the rest of the world what happened to him and who he was. Even if he could convince everybody who he was (or had been), he did. "Ah," replied he, guessing Franz's thought, "I know this is a serious matter." What should you do in my place?" I, who have nothing to lose, --I should go." You would accept?" Yes, were it only out of curiosity." There is something very peculiar about this chief, then?" Listen," said Gaetano, lowering his voice, "I do not know if what they say is true"--he stopped to see if any one was near."What do they say?" That this chief inhabits a cavern to which the Pitti Palace is nothing." What. It was a thick pornographic/sex education book, with such graphic images of sex I had never imagined till then. One image I recall was of a lady sucking two young boys’ cock, close ups of Vaginas and boobs, nude photos of blonde women. Such images are commonplace now with the net, but back then with no access to the net; I went totally out of my mind with sexual joy and tension. I masturbated right there in front of the Almirah, looking at those stunning Images. My sperm was sprayed all over.