Mary-Helen Farton shivered with delight reading the latest best-seller from her favorite pornographic author, Madame V. It was midnight and M-H F. was ensconced under her bed quilt. "Boy that Madame V. can really write a floor shitting scene! It almost makes me want to shit my own floor. But alas it is carpeted and Aunt Mohammed would make me clean it with a toothbrush and noxious chemical cleaning agents. I guess I will resign myself to shitting in the toilet," Mary-Helen Farton mused aloud, to nobody in particular. She punctuated the thought with a hot, rancid egg toot tinged with rotting fruit. (Too much of Aunt Mohammed's homemade apple pie.) Under the quilt, its stench was more redolent of boiled cabbage and it lingered deliciously and Mary-Helen inhaled it rapturously.

Downstairs, Aunt Mohammed and Uncle Jules were preparing Aunt Mohammed's nightly feminizing hormone injections. At first, Uncle Jules was irritated that he had to sell his favorite horse to afford a 6-month regimen, but as he saw his husband's breasts take shape over the months, and penis shrivel down to a limp pinky, his stance softened and grew accustomed to the idea of being part of a trans hetero couple instead of a cis gay couple.

"Do you think we did the right thing taking in your sister's orphan?" Aunt Mohammed asked Uncle Jules. "I mean, we don't have much money to buy her nice things like other girls her age, and we can't afford to send her to school more than one month out of the year. Perhaps we should have let her stay at the orphanage so that a wealthier couple could adopt her."

"Nonsense Mo, Mary-Helen is family and nobody would love her like we do. Plus, maybe we can marry her off to that rich boy, Nathan MacInTasha. His family owns 17 Church's Chicken restaurants in the greater Miami area. Then we wouldn't have to sell all of our stuff to afford your tranny treatments."

"I know you're right Jules, honey, I just worry that she spends too much time alone upstairs reading those Madame V. novels. A girl her age should be studying the Quran and working on a Unified Theory of Everything."

Jules nodded in agreement but did not say anything. He was eyeing the syringe full of feminizing hormones, wondering if perchance he too should take the plunge.