“Take your hands away,” said Mr. Miller.
“No! I don’t want to see it.” He’d had my voice feminized during the same surgery that changed my face. The procedure had been startlingly effective, and although I instinctively tried to deepen the pitch, it was useless.
“Don’t make me punish you, Cameron. You’ve been doing well for the last six months. Now take your hands away.”
I pulled my hands away from my crotch and gazed at my new pussy. I could see the pink inner lips and folds of flesh. “My God,” I whispered.
“What are you?” Mr. Miller asked.
I gazed in the mirror, seeing the face of a pretty young woman looking back at me. “I don’t know.”
“That’s a lie. You know what you are, even with that pretty face, with breasts-even without your cock.”
“I’m a man,” I said weakly.
“Indeed,” he said in a cold voice. “And what about my daughter? What was she?”
I swallowed, my eyes moistening. “A woman.”
“Ah, but you didn’t believe that, did you? You thought she was a freak, and so you bullied her until she killed herself.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I whimpered. “I was just... Kate didn’t-”
“Be quiet! You will not speak her name in my presence.” He walked up to me and looked into my eyes. “My daughter was a brave, kind, beautiful girl, and now she’s gone. You killed her.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yes, I bet you are.” Mr. Miller  pointed to a dresser. “There are clothes for you in there. Put them on. There’s also a little money.”
I shook my head, confused. “What’s happening?”
“What’s happening is I’m letting you go. That was the whole point. You’re going to leave and try to live your life, but you’re going to learn what it’s like to exist in the wrong body. Then, maybe, you’ll understand my daughter’s pain.”
I wiped my eyes. “But... I can’t just leave. Where will I go? What will I do?”
“I don’t care. I’m sure you’ll go to the cops. That’s fine. It won’t matter.”
He sighed and walked out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with the mirror and the woman looking back at me.