"Am I a, an, eunuch Mommy?"
"Poor child," she responded seeing now the reason for his sugar-and-spice act, he wanted to find out...
"What makes you ask that question?"
He blushed again not knowing how to answer her question, it was so humiliating!
"You are a preadolescent boy in every way. We have not injected any female hormones into your body or fed you mysterious little pills. You certainly look like a pubescent little girl in many ways. But most of your body image is the result of your beauty treatments and the corset. Dr. Thomas has explained that to you, before."
Mrs. Drover went to the dowry chest at the end of his bed to reveal the girlish toys hidden there. She picked up the Baby Darling doll and placed it at the pillow sham of the pretty bed.
"He also believes that our trauma to your testes had triggered some primitive physical change in your breasts. Which will no doubt fade away now that it is no longer necessary to punish you that way."
"But I do look like a girl, Mommy."
"You are a child, caught in between, "she responded with a shrug. "A child is nothing more, or less I guess."