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I walk into the therapist's office nervously, but she manages to make the conversation casual at first until I start to loosen up and then I can tell her why I'm here. I blurt out all about the wall in my head and my abusive father and how he would do stuff to me.

"What ‘stuff’ did he do, Andy?" she asks with a sweet smile that makes me feel good, safe. So I tell her and thankfully her face doesn't change much when I talk about the beatings he gave me since I started walking. Or how he started forcing raw meat on me when I turned twelve until I was fourteen when I was finally able to shift. And then how that was another problem because I was too small, too weak. And then it was another problem because I presented as omega and he didn't like that one bit.

"And how do you feel about being an omega?" She asks when I'm done talking. I sit there thinking for a bit.

"Before my presentation I was very excited. I always wanted to be an omega... until I actually was and my dad ruined all t