It was because of the parents but finding the good in the bad is key y'all, sports was a fucking breeze

I really thought I hit the jackpot with this one, my last name sounds masculine. Why did you have to ruin what we had Mr. M?? It's been years and sometimes I still remember this

Probably way over-told joke but I will do it.

Maya pushes herself partway from the ground. She looks into the dot of far light, and no old memories
come to her. She turns her head to gaze behind, and the yawning maw where she stepped from only
minutes ago gazes back more dark than ever before. In that darkness, something glints now and then.
More glass, surely. She lies between, forced to think.

There is a choice.

There is a choice here.

Let easeful nothingness consume you, or welcome the frightening light.

Maya climbs to her knees and thinks on it.

Angrily, she mutters, "What do you want from me...? To face everything, or to go?"

Her question is answered with a question. Faintly, just faintly she can hear it:

What do you want?

To that...

...Once, at least, she thought she had answers.

I want to stop thinking, she'd thought.
I want to stop remembering.
I want to disappear.
I want to suffer.
I want to be hurt.
I want to be happy.

Now that she's been asked again, she finds one of these answers is likely still true.

Her memory is not only of the end. Everything she'd had in life is with her.

Most of that short life had been wonderful. Every happy moment added that much more weight
to the miserable loss.

And guilt... Guilt seems to eternally stain her for being the one to take it all away.

"..."

Silent, she looks ahead again.

Say that you have the chance to be happy, but don't deserve it.

Say that you have the chance to face judgment, but deeply fear it.

In that dilemma, you may not even feel you ought to have the right to choose.

But, still, say you came to a choice... To some miracle, where the future for you is presented as two clear
paths rather than having you blindly walk only one.

What then?

A nebulous age has passed. An age of uncertainty and empathy—an age brought about by a fool—is over.

Eyes are open, and what clouds flew under half the sky have thinned.

The stars have faded. The unseen sun's light has dimmed.

And what Maya wanted as she was bound – to be inflicted with pain at the precipice of despair – was
summarily rejected.

She was instead presented with a choice...

...for Arcaea wanted this.

She stands up to face a wall of glass. The shards comprising it have all gone black again; no memory is
cast out from any one of them. Instead, her own face stares back at her. She stares into her two-color eyes,
and those eyes drift to the red-bordered petals over her chest...

To her right lies one path, and to her left another. Wind passes over her, running through her hair.

Inside she feels...new.

As if someone has seen her. As if a steady hand has been placed at her back.

There isn't any shame in wanting to be happy...
And there isn't any shame in sadness.

Weigh your heart, weigh reality, and decide.

Maya turns, and begins to step forward.

Ok, I know plenty of people have had this exact idea before, but what if before bottom surgery, I got a dildo replica of my penis made and then used it sometime after.

At first I was thinking just get a cast made and make a little statue or something like that, just to remember it by, but then I figured I could just go all out with the replica

It's a bit of scar tissue for an undissolved suture from the first one lol, feels like one grew back. I'm so relieved to have a good doctor that actually listens to me

How?

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