Her ideas spilled out of her and hovered around her head like a halo. And she had so many deep thoughts and emotions, all of which could fill several ...olumes of books. I turned around and looked at everyone--the shoppers, the teens, the businessmen, the parents. Each one of them also had complex ideas and emotions spilling from their minds. Each one had a life and a past that could be translated into a novel. Yet in the crowd each one looked as insignificant as an ant.Half an hour later, Erika. After lots of sessions with my psychiatrist he asked my mum into theroom and said that he was convinced that I was Trans gendered and that Ihad a girl's mind, this was a bit of a shock to me as I hardly knew anygirls at all.Mum hugged me that night and suggested that I should try dressing ingirls' clothing as an experiment to see if I felt more comfortable likethat but just at home for now, I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Okaythen."On my next visit to see my Psychiatrist, Mr Pritchard, he. He had installed a hidden camera in his room, which I could see on my PC and record anything he wished me to do so. I had filmed quite a few of his escapades like that. It even had stereo headphones, so I could hear what was going on. No one was aware of that. He found it strange that I could see him bang other hotties, but I wouldn’t let him do it to me. Crazy girl was what he called me. I shrugged off and started to work wondering which slut would come today begging for a role and go home. One of the first generation ones. He was all Physical similar to American Man.”I nodded, that one I heard about.“He was betrayed by his second and killed by an overdose of twenty kilos of powdered uncut heroin. Did you know he had three Powers? Unfortunately for him, none of them were regen or poison resistance.”“And this has something to do with me?” I asked with a sinking feeling.“Nathan, Control goes both ways.” She pulled out the utility knife that she always kept sheathed at her side and.