"Ah, Juuzou... Rei-chan... You're so cute." Big Madame called the boy over to her lavish throne room as she sipped on a glass of wine. Sticking a polished nail in his mouth and stroking his wig, she continued to flatter him. "With your white skin and your big, wide eyes, you're completely like a girl. Mama likes this angel-like you so much. But, one day you're going to start getting muscular and taller... And your voice is going to get deeper too. Even though I want you to stay like this forever."

She began to pretend to weep as she held the androgynous looking boy close. It wasn't Juuzou's fault that he had been a "late bloomer". He was just a very pretty person. And you certainly liked that; so he wasn't worried in the slightly.

"That is," Big Madame continued, "Unless you already think you have become a man."

"Wh-What?" He stuttered slightly, stepping back just a half step.

"You heard me." Her face became dark. "If you think you can use your disgusting man parts to get my beautiful daughter pregnant with your beast of a creature, then you're simply wrong. In fact, I'm going to find a way to make sure you can't touch her again. And then, when she sees you at the restaurant later this week, I'll let her know that you really are just her sister. But how to do that..."

Suddenly, Juuzou was tackled to the ground and his "big eyes" grew even bigger.

"Oh! I know! If 'these' were gone then everything would be okay! I'm a genius!" Big Madame grabbed Juuzou's genitals; testicles, penis, everything. And then, from behind her back she produced a mallet.

"Mama?..." Juuzou's voice shook. "That's..."

"From today onwards you are a girl! <3" And with a swift swing of the mallet, Juuzou lost it all.

He screamed out loudly enough for you to hear and if you weren't already hanging from just three hooks, you might have been able to do something. But this was your punishment too. Juuzou was lost to you as well; not that you knew it just yet.

At three months pregnant, it had only just become obvious to your mother that something was amiss. She had screamed at you that you had created an abomination; a monster. But that only made you wonder what you were and how you had been created. Certainly you weren't a full-ghoul. So how on Earth would your own child be less or more of a monster than you?

It didn't matter. You just wanted Juuzou. You only wanted Juuzou. And yet, there was no possible way to get to him. So you hung there and you sobbed, desperately trying to keep the pain evenly distributed and trying to think of a way to escape. But you couldn't come up with one. There was no way out that came to mind and no plan you could formulate to save Juuzou. Hopelessness drifted over you and regret washed down your body.

There was however one small light in your life.

Your mother had allowed you to keep the baby.