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Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this! One in a hundred million odds. Those words echoed over and over through my head as I slouched into my bedroom. I was nineteen, and my life flashing was ruined. One in a hundred million odds of being afflicted with the big, dumb, stupid condition. I couldn't believe it. I closed the door behind me then leaned against it, rattling the amateur latch. indian My left arm was sore from the blood draw, the Band-Aid still coating it. The nurse had put a pink one on to try and cheer me up. Like anything could cheer me up. “Um, Jenny?” Mom asked then rapped softly at the door from the other side. “Are you going to be okay?” “I'm fine, Mom,” I said. “I'm not dying.” “I know,” she said. “It's just... I mean, it's a big change.” “Mom!” I gasped, so aware of just how big of a change it was. “Sorry, that came out wrong.” I imagined her on the other side of the door, that look of “mom worry” on her mature face, her curly, blonde hair spilling down to her shoulders, her eyes bright blue. Despite being forty, she had dainty cheeks. Why would I think about that? “You know this doesn't change anything,” she said. “That's what the doctor said,” I sighed. “But... I mean, what guy is going to want to date me?” “Oh, honey, there are guys out there that I'm sure would love to. And there are girls, too. You know I'm open-minded.” “Not like Reverend August,” I muttered. She had given a sermon on the evils of homosexuality and the dangers of the transgender movement just this morning. She'd been in the middle of it when it happened. My new condition. “Well, I am,” she said. She never left her friends in danger. Could feel the emotion bring a “what the flashing fuck” to my mouth. "Good girl." The wispy streaks of the morning had given way to a high hazy overcast. I knew she was on the verge of cumming. Her marriage collapsed and she committed suicide a year later and was cremated. Tish and Tommy waved, Tish looked a little sad as she watched Angie and I head to the back. The girl not being fucked would amuse herself by playing with the others breasts, or rubbing my ass, or just amateur getting a drink of water. She also wondered what the people knowing her would think. “Yeah.” I calmly admitted. Well, I was bound indian for a “screw you” from fate any day now.