April! What makes you think you can go out looking like that young-lady?
Why not mother? It follows your rules! Feminine attire, skirts and dresses, full makeup, dangling earrings, properly accessorized!
You know full well I didn’t mean you should dress like its a funeral, little-miss!
I’m not your little-miss! I’m not April! I’m your 19 year old Son! Adam! Damnit mother! Don’t you see how crazy you are being! This has gone on long enough! Let me be your son again!
I’m warning you young-lady! I’ll have no more talk like that! It’s too late for that anyway! The doctor already started his corrections.
Corrections? You had them castrate me! I am wearing black to mourn the loss of my balls! That and these… these… THINGS!
Honey, you hardly have a bosom, but the doctors say that without those nasty testees, the hormones will be able to work much faster now. Hopefully you will go up a couple cup sizes in the coming months! So we won't need surgery.
NO! I Don’t want tits! I don’t want shots! I don’t want to be a girl! I want my fucking nuts back and I want you to go to hell!
April Chaste Simmons! I cannot tolerate such unladylike language from my daughter! Cursing like a vile man! It’s that dangling deformity between your legs! I knew leaving it was a mistake! I am calling Dr Zyn right now to set up an appointment. Once you are a full woman you will appreciate all I have done for you!
NO! Mommy! NO!!! Don’t call him! Don’t take my dick away!
It was always the plan, April. You just accelerated it is all. We did the same to your father.
NOOOO!