The final part of this small trilogy, which would not exist, do not show my customer a little female perseverance;)

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Tom and I immediately saw them as soon as we got here.

Two figures.

They were approaching us. And I recognized one of them.

These glasses, shawls, this robe, this crooked grin could not be unrecognized, even though I had not seen them for two years ...

- Father?

- Is this beauty - my Jack? - There was a voice familiar to the edge of the edge. “Poured mother, devil take you! ..”

The second figure was a girl.

Naked and busty like me. Beautiful like me. And in general - I looked in the mirror.

Only her body was not dark, like mine, and not white and not black, but blue. She was from head to toe of an amazing heavenly color, rich and thick - even her eyes hurt to look. It seemed that a blue glow emanated from her skin. And her black hair, too, cast a blue. And on the forehead, above the bridge of the nose, there was a scarlet spot, similar to a far light.

- So we met. Meet your mother, Jack. And you, my thieving Russian son-in-law, ”said papa, turning to Tom,“ meet, so to speak, with the mother-in-law.

“Ehhh ... Very, very happy, Mrs. Osman, very much ...” Tom wheezed. He is suddenly hoarse. “But ... are you so young?”

- We do not grow old.

I stared at her.

And she also looked at me with her dull eyes - intently and hotly ...

- Mama?

“Yes, Jack,” I heard a thick velvet voice.

I suddenly realized that I had no strength at all, and sat in the purple grass.

- Where have you been all this time, mom? Where?!

“She ...” the father began, but I interrupted:

- Sentimental scene, huh? A happy family reunites after a long separation, and everyone is crying? It will not work! ... For eighteen years you mocked at me, kept in a cage, turned into goddamn anyone, I almost died because of you ... and then you ran off to cool off here, to Mama, who even all these years I did not bother to look at me and interfere in your fucking experiments ...

- Jack! Shut up!

- And now you shut up my mouth ...

- She almost died! The father shouted, and I fell silent. “Only here could Dorothy be saved.” Is it really incomprehensible?

- Where are we now? - asked Tom. - In the next world?

“Yes and no,” said the father. - This place is called “Akash”, as well as its inhabitants. Although there were many other names - Eden, Olympus, Valhalla ...

- Ooh, where we drove!

“Well,” father sighed. - I will try to explain to you, guys, what's what. Although I myself, to be honest, sometimes I think about it, if I did not move out of the coils. So ... From a certain point of view, everything in the world is an illusion.

“Yeah," Tom nodded.

“But illusion is not chaos.” This is a system built according to some laws. They even obey the delirium of a madman. The easiest way to understand it is by the example of a writer or a poet. His works are an illusion built according to his own laws, and he is her god. He can change it in any way, but other people - readers, viewers, listeners - cannot: she only listens to her creator. Or creators, if they are many.

“So,” Tom nodded again.

- And now, my friends, imagine an incredibly complex multi-level illusion. It obeys laws spanning billions of system connections. This illusion is our world. The world is accessible to man.

- Curious...

“But besides man, there are beings for whom these laws are nothing more than fantasy.” People have long known about such creatures and called them gods, demons, and so on.

“What is it,” Tom grunted, looking at me, “is it that I am married to a goddess?”

- They are also called “akashi”. These are not any spirits or ghosts - they are organisms that have reached a level of development where the organism itself becomes an illusion. By the way, all akasha are androgynous.

- Well, of course! - Tom muttered, as if he had solved some mystery.

- Who? - I asked.

- Androgyne. Men and women at the same time.

I froze, and my father continued:

- More precisely, there are androgynes, and there are ginandras. Dorothy - Ginander: she was born a girl and productive as a woman. And androgyne is born a boy and is productive as a man. But both those and others can turn into a man or a woman at will and copulate with both sexes.

- Turn? What is it like? - asked Tom.

Dorothy, who was silent all the time, smiled - and ...

It happened in a split second - I did not even have time to catch this moment. Her breasts suddenly got sucked in, her hips narrowed, her shoulders straightened, a dick hung between her legs ...

The blue-skinned boy looked at us, smiling. Only the hair remained the same as it was.

After smiling at us for a few seconds, he turned back to Dorothy.

“You can do the same thing, Jack,” she told me. - Try it.

And I tried ...

- Yours Mauaat, - drawled Tom, wistfully looking at me.

“This is your true form, Jack,” said the father. - The one in which you escaped.

- How is this? - I was confused. - I'm a girl. I was born a girl ...

And in support of her words, she turned back to Jackie, even before she tasted what it was like to have eggs again.

- No, Jack. You are androgynous, not ginander. You were born a boy.

“But ...” we began at the same time as Tom. Father shook his head.

“You came out of the mother’s womb as a boy, and when you were shown to the doctor, you were already a girl.” And then ... then something happened. Dorothy had to leave, and I invented a drug that brings you as close as possible to an ordinary person. The trouble is that I myself did not fully know how he acts. I'm so glad you're alive, and ... forgive me, Jack. It was necessary to protect you.

- I'm not Jack. I'm Jackie, I said plaintively. - So, since I was born a boy - I ... can't have children?

- You can not as a woman, but you can as a man.

After everything that happened today, it was already too much. It was too much.

So it was impossible ...

“No,” I said stubbornly. - No! ... This is wrong, - I am a girl. I'm Jackie ...

Forces completely ran out. Instead, tears poured in, and I went limp in the grass ...

***

“... No, Jack,” whispered a thick, velvety voice. - Not. Not. It is impossible.

Two pairs of hands were pulling me off.

Alone, warm and dear - from above, behind the shoulders, and I knew that it was Tom.

Other, cooling, mint-tickling - for the hips, and I knew that it ...

- Mama?..

- Yes, Jack. Open your eyes. Open up

And I discovered, even though it was not easy.

Above me floated amber sky with three moons.

There was something wrong in me ...

- Nooooo! - I moaned, looking at my body.

- Calm down, Jack. Everything is good...

“I’m not Jack,” I whimpered, turning away from the pink wiener that had grown between my legs. - I don't want to be Jack ... Why am I a boy again?

- You just returned to your essence. Your strength is running out, you need to consolidate you ... and then you can be a woman again if you want.

- Secure?

- Yes, fix here in Akash. This is an ancient rite. Older than the first organism on Earth ...

In the hands of my mother was a vessel with a blue liquid. She dipped a wide brush in there and ... began to paint my leg.

I gasped. Mint tingling went from hand to foot, just like from mom's hands, only much stronger. The paint was immediately absorbed into the skin, making it the same as that of the mother.

- What are you doing? I don't want to be blue! ..

“At any moment you will be able to be whatever you want,” Mom suddenly became dark, like my old, sweet female body, and in a second she began to turn blue again. - In the end, all this is just an illusion ...

- And your country is also an illusion? - asked Tom.

- Of course. What you see right now ... count it as a hologram. This decoration, created in memory of our ancient homeland, which disappeared millions of years ago.

- About another planet?

Mom nodded, continuing to paint me.

- We ...