They were whatever headquarters needed them to be. A highly trained outfit, they were all well versed in martial art, small firearms, interrogation, ...nd duty to country. Their most recent assignment had been to shadow and arrest a group of female narcotics peddlers. Never would Heather have dreamed the girl sleeping next to her all those night would have been a part of the group. But small hints were hard to ignore. Computer security indicated someone tampering with her computer at hours. I should probably mention that he was pleasant looking, although not the kind of guy you’d be whispering about in the other room with your girlfriends. Average in height, with dark hair and dark eyes, a charming smile, in reasonably good shape. And yet, he had a magnetism to him, something I hadn’t noticed the first time we’d met. Something in him kept drawing my thoughts. And every time I’d thought of him, the image of the cage slipped into my head as well. "On time. Good girl." He said,. When she received the drink she raised her glass to the guy and he saluted her. She patted the seat beside her and for a moment or two she thought he’d remain stationary. But he sighed and shifted over to her and said, ‘Look don’t take this personally but I have no money to fuck bargirls.’ She grinned and said join the club and almost fell off her barstool laughing when the guy said, ‘What you fuck bargirls?’ ‘No you idiot, I’m also short of money. I’m trying to get a job.’ ‘Me too, a well. " Thank you, and goodbye," said John. "Ok, Michelle. Let's go. Say thankyou to the doctor." Thank you," smiled Michael."You're welcome," said Dr. Young.Outside the clinic, Michael spoke."Do I have to wait till September?" he asked."You may have to," said John. "But he at least agrees that you are agirl." But what is full time?" asked Michael."It means living every day as Michelle. You'll be a girl all day,everyday.Michael's eyes shone at that. "Can I be full time now?" Not yet, but hopefully.