It all started this morning. I was resting on the heater, letting the warmth soak into my fur and flesh. I had been well fed had just finished grooming myself, and was thoroughly enjoying not doing anything at all. One of my humans, the girl, was moving about the room, seeming to be almost floating. She picked up something here, put it down there, came by for quick scritchie, moved along to move something else. This human seemed obsessed with placing things in other spots.. Silly humans, but what can one do?

Running in the house, I went to the bathroom and did my business. I went to my room and pulled off my sweater, then headed back down stairs.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this yet. I am trying something and I hope my readers will enjoy what I have written. This is a hard story to write, so PLEASE bear with me.

"No, sorry, can't." It was just getting harder and harder for Tom to take 'NO' for an answer.

"Oh, come on, then Sandy, why not?" came the plaintive reply.

“Wow….I think you had better start explaining this whole reality thing to me... Danny replied. “And yes, I’d like that.”
Vanessa cocked her head at Danny, “Like what?”
“To be your… um, daughter?” Danny mumbled awkwardly. “I guess I have to accept a few changes.”
Vanessa leaned forwards and kissed Danny on the forehead. “First thing, you need is a new name. As I never expected to be a mother thanks to this… the way we are… I’d be so happy if you would let me pick my child’s name?” she asked cautiously.

Tomatsu Ichikawa stopped looking at the glass in front of him and studied Hiromi Sato instead. He was fifty years old give or take a few years, and had a pockmarked face. A lit cigarette dangled from the man’s lips.

“So am I, Sato-san. If my bosses knew you were here....”

Synopsis– Agent Chrysanthemum’s body is located and Gabrielle Tanaka makes contact with Hiromi Sato.

 
Custody
A mother wants her son. She knows he is a girl. A father wants his son. He does not want the mother to brainwash him. You are the judge in this interactive story

The road of life is filled with ups and downs. These can be hills and valleys spanning a wondrous vista. But let us not forget that even on our most favorite roads there may be potholes and hairpin curves.

Please read The Decision Part 1 . Thank you, BrandieS