He was a girl. Andno one remembered him being a boy.It was Brian's fault. Worse, Brian doesn't even remember doing it. So hecouldn't even be angry at ...im. "How can I blame him for something hedoesn't remember, something no one remembers except me?," he thought.But then he wondered, maybe it's not only Brian's fault. Maybe, in somesense, it was his fault? He did seem to be the girliest girl yesterday.It was he who squealed in the kitchen, he who enjoyed painted nails, andhe who picked the. Suddenly a voice broke into my train of thought. "Well, Mr Quaid?" asked the salesman. "Did it work? Do you remember Sandy and those huge breasts she gave you? And the lottery win to pay for their removal?"I was very confused. "You mean that didn't really happen?" Of course not," replied the salesman. "We implanted it. How likely is it that a beautiful girl is going to do all that 25 years after you dump her in the same week you get the funds to correct it? So will you go ahead with the . “I said we can all hear you, all your sex and what not, not everyone wants to hear your little blond girl scream all the time”. “I thought you were out getting coffee?” I ask, not really sure what else to say.“I came back right around the time you decided to start fucking your little friend right next to the door. Either shove a sock in her mouth or take it somewhere else!”.“JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” I hear Jemma say from behind me. I look back, and see her standing with her. They walked into the club, then into the bathroom. The plan was, if something went wrong, we would send the two standby girls into the bathroom, and each group of girls would have a girl follow. In the privacy of the bathroom, they could pass on any message needed. The problem was, we didn’t know that the new bagmen would indicate to their comrades the target they chose, and when the target headed to the bathroom, the girl would be chloroformed and snatched. The first two girls never made it to.