The Bride Who Borrowed Another Woman’s Innocence

My cousin was born without a womb and with a sealed canal. Medically speaking, she was intersex. But that never stopped her from spending nearly every night out with a different man on her arm, flaunting her supposed conquests like trophies pinned to her chest.

One day she leaned in close, a conspiratorial grin curling her mouth, and whispered, "You know, Francesca, there's more than one way to make a man happy."

I tried to talk sense into her. Warned her about the infections, the risks, the sheer recklessness of it. Honestly, she was begging for a disease. She only laughed it off.