We made small talk and watched TV. They left mybrothers at home with a sitter, for which I was thankful.I checked Facebook. I saw John had asked how t...ings went. But I couldn'tbring myself to reply.Eventually my parents went home, while I stayed. It was a requirementthat I stay at the Gender Choice Clinic for the entire time - so I couldbe measured every day, and so that I got all the health care I needed.So I was alone with my thoughts.And I thought, here I am, just waiting. Waiting to see if. “OK sir” she said turning around and the back view of her cotton panties clearly showed half her arse crack as they had drooped so much. I put my hands between her thighs spreading them a little so I could ensure her panties were adjusted in all the right places, she giggled.I put my hands up the inside of her panties and gently squeezed her arse cheeks while my thumbs searched and explored in her crack.I don’t know why, maybe it was instinct but as I had my thumbs pushing between her cheeks. 'One minute you were nodding, yacking-on about the same thing over and over, then the next, you were out cold, and I mean right out cold, so I put you to bed'.I was in despair, I went home and scrubbed my body, poured a coffee, and thought really hard until my brain ached. How did it happen?I went to a ther****t and opened-up to her, and when I mentioned I had blacked out, she looked shocked, which confused me, 'Does everyone not black out', I asked her?She shook her head, 'No, some do, but the. Things happen . . . that I can guarantee you.’ ‘Like . . .’ Argie said, hoping to elicit a response with more meaning to it. ‘Talk to Naddie, dear, she’ll be very helpful. Here’s her number. She should be available this morning,’ with that said, Vanna waltzed away into Dr. Coughlin’s office. ‘He’ll have her pants off in thirty seconds,’ Argie told herself, as she headed to a phone in a corner office that would afford her a modicum of privacy. Naddie picked up on the third ring. Argie and she.