Reluctantly

"Mother... why?" She cries to you as you sit with her on her bed.

"It is our way here. Your father is our master. His word is our law. You've known all your life this was going to be your fate one day."

"But to my brother?"

"Many of the relationships here are incestious. Even my own..."

"Wait... are you Daddy's sister?"

"No... I'm his biological father, transformed willingly. Bethany was my wife's name... I no longer remember mine."

"How old are you?"

"Chronologically? Late 60s... I think. Biologically I'm only about 40."

She sat there, playing with the hem of her skirt.

"I... I guess i have ****..."

"No, sadly. you don't."

"Then I ask a request, before it happens... Mother... the truth is... I'm a lesbian. and I would like to experience another woman's touch at least once before this part of who I am is taken from me. Please, Mommy... fuck your daughter..."