Letting this out without control would literally mean the end of the human race. It would be like giving every man, woman and child an atomic bomb.“...’m not so naïve as to think nobody else will ever figure it out, like Mrs. Addison just did. And we will need more people like Bobby, if only to make sure they can control each other. But the information about his father needs to be the most secret thing in this country. As a special forces operator, my advice would be to terminate anyone who knows. Please accompany me to my office. We'll discuss our patient there."We walked to his office. While in route, he explained that his clinic was a very discreet operation specializing in women's mental health issues. Most of his clients were women with drug or alcohol problems. These clients were very wealthy and no hints of their problems were ever to become public."Then there are the special cases like yours. These poor soul's problems are not caused by an addiction but by physical miss. " Oh, umm- oh!" Kayla says. "You- you mean, umm, SRS, right?" Right..." I mumble."I never- never realised it made YOU uncomfortable," Kayla saysquietly. "I mean, I know you've had, well, 'problems', but... I- Ikinda figured, you know, when you started on HRT, that that was that,you were 'on the road', you know?" It's not like flipping a switch, being transgendered," I say. "It'smore- heh, it's more like a dimmer switch. I mean, yes, I've thoughtabout it, and I do have the option, but, you know?. I have her on another nicotine patch now, actually.”She smiled. “I sneak sometimes, too. It’s a powerful urge. Funny how puffing on something can be so comforting. I read something some time ... Something about the mouth? The repetitive nature? And the nicotine, yeah, but not everyone who’s smoked has become addicted, right?”I rubbed my hands together. “Well, I certainly can’t begrudge you for smoking today, so whatever.” I watched her for a minute. “It’s flirting with death. I think that’s a.