You still don't fully understand what happened to your body. I understand. That's why I came. I take off the remains of my old clothes, call you beautiful, and watch as shame and sweetness come at once. Then I dress you. You sit on my lap. I show patience and tenderness where a woman should feel pleasure. I ask you to look in the mirror: at your dress, your mouth, your eyes, and at the girl who is learning to understand where pleasure now resides.