It was odd and strange that Tony was Tony no more. That he was a she now. He didn't like the idea that he is a she. Physically, genetically, mentally and emotionally there were still part of the old person in that. That lovely feminine person, there.
He had control himself, err herself. Because being a girl is different from being a guy. There are certain rules and ways. That they do. And no one, no one, every question them. And now Tony was under control, as a female, a girl, a board, a bab , a honeybun, a sweetcakes, and she to keep that part under control , because being a woman. Isn't a the worse thing she is now!
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