Note: We've already lost the author xD. At this point our protagonist is already 14, still a minor, but on the other hand, he is a man in the body of a girl.
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After everything was settled, everyone prepared to go home.
It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon, rush hour, so Lily suggested that they walk back.
Catherine protested, but resigned herself to her fate.
Although times had changed, her preference for girls remained the same.
Years ago, she had tried to flirt with several girls, and although she had failed, that had never discouraged her.
However, in this life, although she felt that all her friends were wonderful, her gender was a serious problem.
Even if she didn't admit to being a lesbian, if she did, others would probably perceive her as such.
In the 1960s, especially in the early 1960s, homosexuality was not well regarded in the United States. The famous father of computer science, Alan Turing, was forced to undergo "treatment" because of his homosexuality, and eventually committed suicide.
This was probably partly the reason why Catherine was so passive.
Moreover, in her past life, Catherine had been unable to reject women's advances, and although things seemed to improve in this life, some vestiges still persisted.
Also, many of the things they shared were private matters between girls, and Catherine didn't know how to handle them.
Without her prosthetic legs, walking down the street felt like being without a fig leaf, which made her look extremely ugly.
Adapting to walking in high heels without hands required great balance, especially with 4-inch heels.
However, Catherine quickly adapted.
As she used to walk 10,000 meters every day with orthopedic stockings, her gait no longer resembled the unsightly pigeon step of before, but a feline gait that was pleasing to the eye.
After walking for a while, Catherine realized that it was not that bad.
She could consider herself a real person with a disability.
If so many people could bear it, why couldn't she, as a normal person, bear it for the time being?
Thinking about this, Catherine relaxed.
Although some looked at her the same way, most looked at Catherine, this inflexible, armless girl, with admiration.
Catherine suddenly realized that the tasks assigned to her by the American teachers were not random; they had good intentions.
Only by truly experiencing the feelings of people with disabilities could one feel so much empathy and understand how much more they had to endure compared to people without disabilities.
Little by little, she began to gain confidence.
After crossing the crowded area, the bodyguards had already stopped a taxi
They had been by her side the whole time. After all, it was not easy to get a high salary.
Finally, they returned to Catherine's house.
"Kate, what happened to you?"
asked Emma, surprised.
So Catherine had to bring up the subject of summer homework again, and only then was Emma relieved.
"Okay, Kate, I'll do my best to work with you."
Emma seemed to cheer Catherine up quite a bit.
"Oh, by the way, when Bruce comes back tomorrow, remember not to tell him about this. It would be better if you could scare him!"
Hearing Emma's response, Catherine shook her head.
This mother was usually kind, but sometimes she could be as mischievous as a little girl, especially when dealing with Bruce. It was clear that the two of them had a very good relationship.
Back in her room, Catherine immediately sat down on the bed.
She rubbed her legs, feeling the stockings like a second skin, and they made her feel incredibly comfortable.
"I've never worn stockings for so long."
Catherine used to wear pantyhose, and this was, in fact, the first time she wore nylon stockings like these. Although they were stockings, the feeling was indescribable.
It's no wonder that stockings were used as currency during World War II.
"It's very hot."
Lily didn't sit on the bed, but on the floor tiles.
"There's air conditioning there."
Now that she had money, Catherine had simply installed air conditioning in her house.
"Kate, why aren't you sweating a lot?"
Lily turned on the air conditioner, but saw that Kate was still the same as always, while she herself was covered in sweat.
"I'm not sure."
Catherine's constitution seemed to be a bit special. Although it was summer, she still didn't feel very hot, didn't sweat much, and her body temperature was normal.
"Kate, I really envy you."
Lily pouted.
Soon it was time for dinner, and Emma, feeling maternal, decided to feed Catherine as she did as a child, which she seemed to find quite amusing.
After dinner, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening.
"But Kate, don't you find it uncomfortable? Especially at night? "Lily said suddenly.
"Then I'll stay and take care of Kate," Ida suggested.
And so everything was settled.
As it was late, everyone left, but Ida stayed at Catherine's house.
"It's all soaked, I need to wash down there." Catherine sighed.
"Damn it, Lisa took the keys!" Catherine realized it was terrible, but it was too late and it wouldn't be convenient to go looking for her.
"It's okay, leave it like that. You can wipe yourself with a towel. Didn't Lisa say this is all stainless steel? It's not a big deal if it gets damaged by water."
"No need."
Since she hadn't sweated much and had showered that morning, Catherine thought it wasn't necessary; she was clean anyway.
Ida helped her take off her shoes and coat, put on a corset and stockings, and then ran to the bathroom herself.
"Ugh, what a bore!"
When Ida came back from the shower, Catherine complained.
"She even has to use her feet to turn on the TV. It's a tragedy for people with disabilities."
Catherine had once seen a disabled person without hands write with his feet and take the college entrance exam. She hadn't given it much importance then, but now, remembering it, that person was really extraordinary.
"Didn't Lisa say it doesn't affect the dress at all?"
Ida laughed, but Catherine already knew what she meant.
"Are you so sure, Ida?"
, she looked at her.
"Who knows? Maybe it's my turn to say it,"
Ida said, taking off her robe.
"Now that you have no hands, how are you going to conquer me?" Ida laughed.
Catherine smiled mysteriously, and suddenly pounced on her, knocking Ida onto the bed, and then bit her nipple with her pearly teeth, answering her with her actions
with her mouth.
Perhaps driven by Catherine's initiative, or perhaps Ida had not been aroused by anyone else,
but at that moment, she suddenly felt a sensation completely different from that of Mr. Horn.