“Yes. But I don’t know… Are you a man or a woman?” “I’m not an adult yet.” “No? You appear to be an adult. You appear to be a young woman—too thin, perhaps, but very lovely.” I wasn’t surprised this time. My body wanted him. My body sought to please him. What would happen to me when I had two or more mates? Would I be like the sky, constantly changing, clouded, clear, clouded, clear? Would I have to be hateful to one partner in order to please the other? Nikanj looked the same all the time and yet all four of my other parents treasured it. How well would my looks please anyone when I had four
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