I am being further transformed. It is evident that the dosage of my daily injection has been diminished.
Such feminine power!
Epilogue
“You’ve had him tanned. Such a nice deep shade should film wonderfully.”
I stroll about the corral, frolicking in the Texas sun after a night of tight immobility, the reins of my bridle tied quite short. It feels good to move. Luke has coated me with lotion and I seem to glow like a bronze statue, the morning sun warming to bring welcome to a light cooling breeze.
“Prance for me, Lionel. Be a good boy,” Heather calls out from the fence, her booted right foot propped on the bottom rail, arms resting on the top.
Initially I was alarmed to see her with Elsa, she who nurtured my proclivity but ended my career, really my life. But I suppose I suspected som
