." began Sally, sitting herself down in the chair."Doctor Russell." She corrected as she proceeded to strap Sally's wrists and ankles in place."Sorry,...Dr Russell of course. Err... the ad wasn't very clear, what exactly does all this stuff do?" Well the patches I've placed on your arms and legs are designed to measure your nervous reactions when exposed to different sensations such as hot or cold. The device I'm now putting on your head reads your brainwaves and compares the data gathered from. "God, I hoped I wouldn't.*****"Are you having a good time?"It was the third time Monica had asked me that question since we'darrived at the club, and my answer had been the same every time."Yeah," I said. "This is fun."But it wasn't, and she could definitely tell that I wasn't having fun.And why should I be? I'd never liked the club scene, the loud music, theexpensive mixed drinks... none of it was me. It didn't help that at themoment I wasn't me. I woke up this morning as a female version of. She knew from observation in the past what to do and how to do it. She was going to be the easy one. But no matter how good you are at mimicking something, you are never as good as the original. So she was always listening to constructive criticism. Leslie had started to log her weekly thoughts like all the other patients were. Billie always seemed to be around doing something. But the wedding seemed to occupy her thoughts more that work. Leslie offered to help take up the slack while. Just accepted it, you know, and gave them our own names. Like Red, because he dressed all in red leather. Black dressed in black. White in white. Mustache had a mustache and Daddy? Well, he just looked like a daddy with his short-cropped grey hair and his hairy chest. Tattoo was inked from top to bottom and Scar looked like he’d been in a knife fight long ago.Thing is, we all looked forward to their coming. It was better than Christmas. And they’d always come. Until now. And so we waited and.