I see, my reader, you are interested in what is happening in the garage, which is located fifteen minutes from the park. Otherwise, why would you pick up this book, phone, tablet, mouse, or one of these newfangled visual projectors? Then I must tell you that this was not always the case. A year and a half ago, when Nastya first met her lover, nothing foretold a happy ending. On the contrary, her life, filled with misunderstanding, rushed headlong along the inclined ways of depression to the tragic finale. A start was made as much as eighteen years ago, during the conception of Nastasya.

This is not to say that someone was to blame for what happened. A married couple, ten years married, two beautiful girls of eight and six years, decided to get an heir. A vacation, a grandmother’s children, a week of romance, a passion nourished by tender love ... very rare, in fact, a combination that should precede each of the conceptions. A good time, favorable stars, a selected sign of the zodiac with love, everything spoke about great care and careful preparation. I myself did some astronomical calculations for these spouses and, it turns out, indirectly involved in the youthful suffering of Nastya. But that was not done on purpose. I read a difficult, but feasible way, family happiness, wealth and everyday wisdom, conceived on Friday of the thirtieth week of the first full moon of the year. What and told delighted spouses. The day was set, the night had passed and, after five weeks, it became clear that there was conception. The joy of parents knew no bounds. But...

Hmm ... it seems I dragged the back story. Let's go back to the first meeting, and I’ll tell you about the first problems later.

Properly prepared, Nastya came to the gym, not far from her home. The figure of the girl by nature was not small, and the rare walks and sweet tooth made it worse. Whatever one may say, there was no other way to say: Nastya was fat. Not juicy, not dense, not plump. Parents who sincerely loved the girl, but who were afraid of being condemned by others, did not give her to sports clubs, where they could notice her rather big features, but tried to work with her themselves. But things are there, there are worries, there is little time left. Yes, and love played against them - the first signs of fatigue were interpreted as an indisposition, workouts were followed by rest, turning into laziness. So, from an early age, Nastasia grew: in the shadow of the sisters shining with sporting achievements, in the warmth of parental love, in tears of her own helplessness to achieve something worthwhile, the mold of inaction flourished. And so, encouraged by the best and only friend Nastya gathered, bought a subscription and appeared on the threshold of the training hall. Why not fitness? Well ... honestly, I do not know. I'll ask on occasion.

Nastasya was uncomfortable, Nastasya was ashamed. Her flabby, soft buttocks, covered with tight sports shorts, looked just huge, her pale stomach with a big, ugly fold hung over an elastic band. Her farm, then, by the way, did not even think about getting up, was securely wrapped inside her soft pubis and sealed crosswise with wide bands of adhesive plaster, but it seemed to Nastya that every man and woman in the hall, even gliding over her, clearly saw him. Heart beat faster, while Nastya, confused, stood in the doorway. In the room, interrupting the smell of scattered deodorants, the sour smell of sweat was acute, and it seemed to Nastya that it was all she. I wanted to apologize, I wanted everyone to understand that it was not her, but no one was concerned about her. Everyone did their own - someone ran, someone lifted the load, someone wrung out.Men, women, visitors, instructors, no one wanted to pay attention to her. From Nastia’s frustration, guilt and fear, tears came to her eyes and she, turning quickly to leave, crashed into something solid. Surprised how she managed to hit a wall, Nastasya looked up and saw a gray T-shirt. So, embarrassing and embarrassing, there was the first meeting of one of the happiest couples that I know. But then there was nothing. Just Nastya saw Dima.

Diary ninety tall, beautifully folded, evenly tanned, Dima worked as an instructor in this room. Seeing a fat new girl, Dima decided to approach the girl before the main instructor, who could distribute her anywhere, at least to the same Dima, who tried to work exclusively with pretty girls and who now had practically no wards. If the newcomer herself wishes to go to another instructor, then it will be another matter. Or she can be persuaded to go to another room. Or fitness, even word. But only Dima came out of the locker room, located at the very entrance, as the girl turned sharply, crashing and almost knocking him down. She immediately looked up at him, full of tears and their eyes met. For a second they silently looked into each other's eyes, then it came to Nastya that she crashed into him and, burning with shame and dropping tears, ran out of the hall. “Though so” - Dmitri sighed to himself with relief.

Nastasya came to herself for a whole week, hardly going to an art school, to which she enrolled almost a year ago. On the second day, having heroically set herself on a diet and honestly promising to at least give up sweets, Nastya firmly decided that she would either play sports or commit suicide. But at seventeen the choice between such things is always difficult and Nastya chose the option that includes both possibilities. Under the guise of hiking in the hall, she dressed and went for a run through the night city. Embarrassed by people, Nastasya chose deserted dark alleys, sparsely populated areas and country roads, which in fact bordered on suicide, since only a month ago two girls disappeared from the city with a break in the week. But Nastya did not care. More precisely, it added interest. Jogging was short, turning into a long walk. Nastya went at random, thinking about how things would change if she didn’t become, didn’t find minuses except parental grief, and cried. At first she stopped to ponder, then she continued to walk, and after two weeks of daily runs she cried on the move. It soothed, refreshed and gave strength for another day. And now, while Nastya is running, I will tell you what was the first wake-up call in her life. And he rang long before the birth.

In the month of conceiving the joy of the parents, there was no limit; at the ninth week, the couple decided to find out the sex of the child, and the diagnosis showed that, most likely, it was a girl. This did not greatly upset parents, because they were more concerned about the happiness of the children. The whole pregnancy proceeded very calmly and predictably, there was no need for examinations and everyone was sure that a girl would be born and the name was invented in advance: Anastasia. But when the baby was born, no one had any doubt that he was a boy. On the face were signs obvious to any person. Immediately obvious - the guy, and all with him. The parents were embarrassed, but decided to play around with the situation and name the son Nast. If you do not pay attention to the obvious similarity with the name Nastya, then the name was really masculine. Hard, short, creaking, tasting frost. So registered. Nast grew a plump, but active and inquisitive baby, who always crawled, twisted, bit, rustled, but almost never cried, than he brought parents to tears of happiness. “A real man,” the father thought proudly, raising a little biting, but joyfully smiling baby.

The first deviations became noticeable at the age of one and a half, when the mother who paid much attention to the baby even by the mother's standards, noticed that he was peeing in two streams. For a week, watching this, mother was convinced: the baby was leaking. With heavy hearts, she leafed through medical reference books, first especially for mothers, then switched to more specialized literature and the Internet, but she did not find answers to her tormenting question and, by the end of the week, went to the hospital. To the horror of my mother, ...