The gendermorph started twisting its model-perfect body into a series of free-floating yoga positions eventually segueing into a rhythmic posture that on alternate 360 degree turns looked like a buxom blond outfitted in a leather dominatrix uniform or a 12-year-old innocent in a pink flowered dress. Sticking a huge index finger up inside its cracked code of endless promiscuity, the morph bemoaned in a come-on whisper that "I don't even know how old I am, I mean, I feel like a woman who's just learning what it's like to experience, how do you say?, an intense orgasm, but yet I also sometimes feel like a lost little girl who knows nothing except that I have been forced to stay at home and only wonder what it's like to be with a man... are you a Man?..."