You can’t think of anything to ask for.

“You can’t be serious. This can’t be real I must be dreaming.” You say, your mind trying to make sense of what is going on.

She offers you a warm hug with outstretched arms, “I know it’s all so scary and weird, come to mommy.”

You accept the hug and as you do you suddenly feel the weight of it all and part of you just wants to cry, or go crazy, but another part, a more pragmatic part still is questioning what she is saying. Still the warm hug feels nice and being a man is very weird. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t even know what I would ask for. I mean I’ve always been a woman, this is very odd. I don’t know. How about you make me an offer?”

“I see turn the negotiation around, make me make the first move. Do I have permission to look into your past to find things you like?”

As she asks you realize you aren’t even sure yourself. You are certain you were a woman before this. Aren’t you? It is all fuzzy you can’t seem to focus on anything. “Sure.” You say as your mind spins. She strokes your hair lovingly humming soft comforting musical tune you are sure you know. The name of the song is on the tip of your tongue.

“Here is my offer sweet thing. I give you nothing. I take from you everything. Then I set a powerful devil in your path that will **** your body and soul till he tires of you.”