Just one problem: Patricia knows.

Patricia’s eyes don’t drift to my still-hard, still-slick member, or to the other orgy goers, or to the TV playing its loop, or anything at all. They just stay focused on mine, and when my eyes drift to her hairless sex and stained thighs, or to her swollen nipples, they come back to her gaze just to find it still locked in. She rubs her fingers along her hips as she sits there slightly bow-legged and blushing all over her body, a nervous tick underneath my intent analysis, but she doesn’t ever shy away from my eyes.

“You’ve been waiting this whole time,” I suddenly realize. “I just wanted to make sure…” The excuse dies before I say it; why make one, anyways? I have my reasons, and she’s been patient.

Her thighs twitch apart slightly. “It looks like you want to make babies with everyone here.”

“Oh... heh, not exactly…”

“You’ve ejaculated inside every other vagina. You've done it at least 34 times.”

That’s… huh. I guess I kind of lost track of myself, but that seems like a lot. Still less than what I’ve given to those present though, so I think that’s fair. “So you’ve been counting…”

“I have.”

I take slow steps towards the seat next to her, the one to her right once I realize how soaked in the one on the left has become. “So why,” I ask as I sit next to her, our bare hips touching, “have you been counting?”

Her eyes never leave mine as she turns to answer, “I’m not going to be a good lover for you.”

Again, it feels like I missed a step. “How do you figure?”

“… You haven’t touched me yet. You've picked everyone in this house, multiple times, before you picked me. Each of my sisters, even my mom.”

I offer a tight smile before whispering, “I didn't want to rush it with you... because you’ll change once I...”

“I know how pregnancy works.”

“That's not what I mean.”

“Besides, we… already have. All of us, my family. None of us are… like this.” She twitches as if she’s going to turn and regard one of her sisters, possibly the newly tiny one who’s head is being squeezed between the tallest sister’s thighs, but she never takes her eyes off me, almost as if she’s afraid to.

Fear. I didn’t think about it until now, but… is she afraid? I take a stab in the dark, “You don’t like sex?”

“I... don't know. I know what sex is, but I... don’t understand sex.”

I glance down at the wet patch on the couch from between her thighs. “You seem to understand it here.”

“This is… different. You are different. I think I’m in a parallel universe, now.”

I blink slow as I try to process that. Nope, nothing to process. “What do you mean, a parallel universe?”

She hesitates to answer, and for the first time her eyes avoid me, looking to and fro, down and away as if my probe into her thoughts is more discomforting than an orgy where all her sisters got deflowered by the horny menace now at her side. “That’s… not easy to explain.”

“Try me,” I try to lightly say, but she answers with an angry furrow of her brow, as if I had crossed some taboo that the wild fuck party didn't. The sudden hostility catches me off-guard. “Uh… please?”

After a couple of slow exhales, she explains, “This is… like the universe I knew. It has lots of the rules I’ve always known, but it has new... rules, too. Part of me thinks even this is normal but another part of me knows it isn’t. This group is... different. What was impossible outside of this moment is now possible. I think it happened somewhere, or at some time, but I stepped into this other universe and everything here is… weird.”

“Eh… hmm, really?” I try to think of the sea of customizations in the room, to figure what stands out… and it dawns on me that basically none of the relevant ones have awareness on for other people. Every other Girl present has taken this more or less in stride, albeit with the occasional strong opinion, but none have acknowledged the bizarreness of everyone else's erotic fixations. No one has ever suggested this orgy was weird. “So uh… what’s so weird about this orgy?” Even saying that feels stupid, but it should work on her.

“It's not just the orgy. Mother didn't want me to marry or have children. She said it wasn't God's plan for me.” I try not to wear my opinion on my face as she says that. Luckily, she finally turns from me for the first time to regard the party. “**** is illegal, and no one in my family... well, they're all... and then the two black girls, and how can that one be that one's mom? It's just everyone. Then these strangers... why do so many of them lactate for hours? Why does that one on the mattress make me more aroused when she gets louder, and why does her video on the TV do the same, when I don’t feel that way about anyone else? Why are you and why is everyone else fine with you having sex with your sister? Where did… my body hair go? I did not wax or shave. I don’t ever unless they make me. When did it happen?”

My head twitches as she quickly rambles, making it more and more apparent what this "weirdness" she detects actually is.

But she doesn’t stop. “You told my sisters they won’t get pregnant unless you want them to. Everyone believes you. But that’s not how that works. Mom won't even let them get birth control if she can help it, says it turns women into whores. And why-?”

“A-Alright,” I interrupt, stammering as I try to recover, “so you can… so you know… something’s amiss?”

“Everything is amiss, but also something in me wants me to ignore it. It’s like I keep switching between… opinions. I don’t like it. I feel like I’m being lectured. Only mom gets to lecture me. I'm an adult.” She nods at me with that angry expression again, as if I had said otherwise. “So it's like I’m in this parallel universe, and it's got different rules, and it's trying to teach me the rules... and that's not totally unlike a few theories I've read online, and the Bible is still weirder, but I… feel like I’m in a parallel universe, one so much like mine but with some things changed. I need to listen to mom, but now I'm not sure she's my mom.” A brief pause, and finally she adds, “I don't believe you, no matter how much I want to believe you. Sex makes babies. I know it's not instant or guaranteed, but I think you probably made me at least one or two nephews or nieces today.”

I look intently at this woman... this Custom Girl, who stuns me with her sudden awareness. No, not sudden; she probably had this gnawing at her since the moment Kimberly told her and all her sisters to come serve me. But what lets her pierce the veil so thoroughly? That hesitation, that caution... combined with her body, and her twitching thighs, somehow it...