I am Baaack! Part 11

Joan indicated she was listening.

Rose seemed to take a different tack. "You know, it's probably a good thing that I have Dainie now instead of Adain."

Joan raised her eyebrows in question.

"Adain was gay. When Ross was still a possibility, using his parts for gay shemale sex with Adain was acceptable, actually quite pleasurable; Adain was a tender and caring lover, and our pleasure was mutual. I had and have no regrets. As time passed, Ross was a fading memory, but so was Adain. Still, I had become quite happy with my situation and determined to stay in it. Then an accident occurred, and while I was being rushed to the nearest hospital, wherever that may have been, a bridge collapsed under the car and I was plunged into a river. When Ross - Yes, Ross, the shock had put him back in the driver's seat - came to, he was in a hospital in Istanbul. I'll tell you all the details later, but the upshot is that HE wanted HIS life back. I thought he deserved the chance, so I acquiesced. For the last year or so, up till last month, he was attempting to do just that, reclaim his life. He failed."

Rose got up and began to pace. "One day back in May, he looked in the mirror and finally had to admit that it was HERself that SHE saw. He turned everything over to me. Ross is 98 gone mentally. I have his memories, and there's a little of him left. It's sort of like Dainie; in an emergency, I can call up Adain, and in an emergency, I can call up Ross if I need a shot of mental testosterone. But for the most part, mentally, as I say, he's gone. UNFORTUNATELY," Rose blushed, "physically, he's still embarrassingly present, although unworking."

Rose took a deep breath and looked down into Joan's eyes. "Joan, I want SRS. I want it as soon as possible, and I want you to do it!" She sighed, and her shoulders slumped a little. She sat back down. "And Adain wouldn't like that; Dainie doesn't care."

"ME!?" Joan had not expected this.