The transgender prototype fiction
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Ash strolled back into the lounge and sighed loudly. She was still there... It wasn 't supposed to
be like this at all...it was supposed to be great, she was going to make him meals and tidy up
after him and stuff, not this... His mother was still sitting in the armchair with her legs curled up
to her chest, a sketchpad on her knees while she drew frantically. Since losing her job at the toy
company, it was all she did, worlu'ng on some 'big new idea ' that would be her key back into
business. For Ash it was just a key to getting in the way. He couldn 't watch what wanted on TV,
couldn 't invite who he wanted around, couldn 't listen to the music he wanted or at the volume
he wanted...he couldn 't even walk around the house naked. His mother wouldn 't approve
basically, she still saw him as her sweet uncorrupted angel... To make things worse she kept
staring at him... Every now and again, she would look up from her work and just study him. like
he was a painting in a gallery or something...
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