As I enter the consulting room the doctor smiles. “By yourself today?” he enquires. “Yes, Dad’s working away today. He insisted I still come, ...nstead of missing a week.” I reply. I look around, wondering where the nurse is. “I’ll be taking the clinic this week” the doctor replies. He takes my blood pressure first, and notes it’s a little high. “Have you been feeling ok this week, not been overdoing it? Your blood pressure is a little on the high side”. I reply I have been a little busier than. ’ ‘So, I gather from what you’re sayin’… no matter what happens or what Hank does, he’s out of the picture and out of your heart?’ ‘He’ll never be out of my heart, daddy, but yes, he’s out of my life… forever.’ ‘Well it’s your decision sugar, whether I agree with it or not. But I promise you, I’ll live with it and we’ll either reap the wind or pick up the pieces together. After all, you are my daughter and always will be. Now what’s that you’re reading?’ ‘Oh, it’s a copy of a new novel I. Medically ... unethical, by all usual standards, but probably necessary. Anyway, it’s an order, so we have to follow it. This isn’t the Holocaust and we’re not the SS or Gestapo. We’re doctors and nurses doing the best that we can, and we’re also soldiers in an army with a chain of command,” Anne observed, ending that debate as far as all of us were concerned.If Dr. Anne Thorpe accepted it, and she was our unit commander, the woman that we’d trusted for so many months now, we would do it. Her. Her entire being shifted pink and took on silicon qualities. Her armsforced themselves into her sides as her face was forced to lookupwards. Her face coalesced around her nose as her head took on amushroom shape. Her phallic body shrunk, getting veins running up hersides until an 8-inch dildo sat fully erect in the chair.The room was deathly silent as everyone changed together into variousclothing and feminine products, unable to speak to move, their sense oftouch and still active minds being.