Shemale

The small gold ring on my bottom lip. Then there were the three earrings in each earlobe, a mix of big hoops and dangling, glittering jewels. A pink pearl choker was around my throat, just a single strand, and if I turned my back to them, it wouldn’t hide the brand and tattoo. I didn’t turn my back, but they weren’t stupid. They must know enough by now to know that basic requirement of sima.

I had bracelets and anklets too, but even though I wasn’t handcuffed or hobbled anymore, there were no openings in the robe for my arms, and so they didn’t see the many gold bracelets Brant had gifted me with. And the robe was too long for sight of my feet. They could hear them though, tinkling as my arms moved, and my anklets had tiny bells in them which made themselves heard with any slight movement of mine.

And when I spoke, they could hear the effect of the jewellery inside my mouth. My tongue was pierced seven times with platinum balls, and they interfered with my speech, especially the big ring at the tip which made me lisp quite badly.

All in all, their shock was understandable.

“Is it a boy or a girl? asked Jerro politely, trying to look at my eyes and nowhere else. It was ten minutes in, and as yet Farsa hadn’t spoken after her initial hello.

“Both, I said, shifting in my seat as one of my twins kicked. My first time with twins and hopefully my last time.”

“Oh? How many children do you have?”

If sima were allowed to lie, I would have done. These two would make it sixteen.”

Jerro’s mouth dropped open. Farsa was looking out the window so I couldn’t see her expression, but I could see the sudden stiffening of her posture.

Finally, Jerro let out a small laugh and shook his head. I’d ask their names but I don’t have a pen or paper.”

I couldn’t have told him anyway. Children weren’t raised by sima, and were taken away as soon as they were birthed. We weren’t told their names or anything else, or allowed any further contact.