My mom is an international model and always believed in using her fame to highlight important issues. This year she even had all her skin removed in protest of the fur industry.

She's a hideous sight and a public laughing stock at all her celebrity parties but she's determined to stick it out. Which means I'm having to take charge of her modelling career in the meantime. The surgeons stitched me inside her skin and I've been flaunting bras and panties ever since.

It's so humiliating. My girlfriend left me before I was even out of the cosmetic clinic. Said she refused to be a lesbian. I don't dare show my face around my guy friends - either they laugh or they drool all over me. I don't know what's worse - that they want to fuck me, or fuck my mom. Even when I get my manhood back, I don't know if my male pride will ever recover.

Modelling is harder than it looks. Keeping herself in pristine condition was a full-time job for mom, let alone for me. Mom says if I return her skin with stubble on it she'll kill me so I'm dosed up to the eyeballs on testosterone blockers. And the handful of estrogen pills I'm expected to guzzle has got me so horny I can barely think straight.

There's been two bright spots. The first is that dad has been so supportive - attending my photo shoots, preparing my diet and managing my public persona. I owe him big.

The second is that a fashion company just offered me a lucrative contract to model their furs. The perfect way to get back at mom!