Once upon a time there lived a girl called Sophia who had been born with only one functioning ovary and a fortuitously forceful jab from Freddie's elbow amidst a flirtatious scrap during a GCSE PE class had rendered that one useless too. At the time of the accident she had dismissed it as sheer bad luck, and remained wide-eyed with indifference at the sight of her mother's inconsolable weeping. However by the time that this little tale takes place Sophia had reached the anticlimactic age of twenty-one years, and in the intermittent period had shed plenty of her own tears about it, as an immense disappointment about her disability had irrevocably set in like gangrene. From buried away deep in the vaults of her psyche, a niggling voice emerged and matured into an obtrusive growl, which frequently reminded her that even as she stepped proudly into the pleasure dome of adulthood, she would never exist as a complete woman. She would remain as a lowly eunuch lacking the opportunity to spawn a new life and nurture it into a being.