. Miss Grey always had an air of authority about her and today was no exception as she looked up at the blonde 23 year old who uncomfortably avoided h...r gaze."Right," she began. "I've got a few forms for you to sign and then there are a couple of other matters to sort out before you leave, Heather." OK," Heather replied and she spent the next few minutes signing her name on various bits of paper as directed by Miss Grey. Once she had finished Miss Grey collected the papers together and put them. The instructor came over to me. He was one of those thin, uhm ... hairy almost androgynous types with very long hair and a beard. I couldn’t remember his fucking name to save my life, but when Dana and I talked about him I always called him Jesus.“Eric, Dana is in the office getting one on one instruction from the guru,” he said with what sounded like reverence or maybe lust. He looked at me like we were friends or something. Like I’d actually be friends with a long-haired yoga monkey who hated. Some opted for even more creativeand extreme body redesigns. Little did I know then that my name wouldbecome synonymous with the most popular process used to facilitate thesecountless, beautiful rebirths and transfigurations.With my innovations came profits as well as fame, of course, and astechnological progress continued to accelerate, I found myself in theposition to remold myself to whatever design I wished. And that is how Icame to stand before my new reproductive system floating in a tank. "Call it what you fucking want. But you're mine. So you might as well try to like me a little bit, at least. Right? Fuck love, I don't know nothing about love, but you don't even like me. You're gonna come with me 'cause you're scared as shit not to, but you still can't stand me, right?" Nina took a breath. "Whores don't have feelings, Mr.--Dino." "Bullshit!" He was breathing heavily, his eyes wild. For a moment Nina thought he was going to come out of his chair at her,.