' what what the hell did you do? i swear to god, isaac
lahey, i am going to kill you ! i’m like in you and no,
that’s not what he said. we need to fix this, and we need
to fix this now. i am not going to pretend to be you, isaac,
i refuse !don’t even think about telling anyone about this.
whatever this is. we need to see deaton. we need to see
him now. ‘
' —and what makes you think I did anything? Believe me,
this is nothing I would ever want. ‘
he had never been so physically and emotionally
uncomfortable as he did in that moment. a grimace
crossed his, or rather her features as he spoke.
evidently, the female anatomy was only admirable
when he was looking at it from the outside. actually
having the parts was unsettling and frankly, the
clothing was confining and not at all pleasant to
sport.
' you won't hear any arguments about seeing deaton from me
and is that r e a l l y what i look like to other people? i'm
impressed. i mean, i've seen myself in a mirror but actually
looking at myself from some one else's point of view... ‘
