She was wearing a light blue satin robe, and looked as if she had just gotten out of the shower. She stood in front of her dresser mirror, which lucki...y happened to be just in front of the window, giving them a clear view of her in the room. She seemed to be quite content to take her time, and started brushing her blond hair that reached halfway down her back. She ran her brush through her soft locks, pulling it to the front of her shoulder, and it draped sensuously down down her arm and chest.. There was a girl out there, probably scared, traumatized, maybe even in the hands of a killer and he had to find her. * * * * Gabe followed what little trail he could, finding little clues, a place where a heel had made a deep impression in wet soil, another piece of her shirt, drops of blood near a huge Doberman who tried to take his head off. When he came out onto Beacon Street, with its bars and strip clubs, he was almost positive she had gotten away from the suspect. Now he just had to find. Since I had no idea what it was about I decided to tell her thanks any way and began to hang up the phone. She blurted out, "wait!" As I did so she asked me to please reconsider and assured me that this was all above board.She told me that I only needed to give my name, contact phone number, and age. Thinking that I am opening myself up to something bad I reluctantly gave her the information anyway. She thanked me and I quickly hung up.Over a year later and I'd completely forgotten about the. " My... designation?" Verity asked uncertainly. She didn't like the direction the conversation was heading. She seemed to be getting in deeper over her head everytime she opened her mouth."Your new gender," Scott explained, "your most recent tests confirm that you're resisting your feminine status. 'In denial', as they used to say back in the nineties. That's not unusual at this stage of the treatment. Most of our candidates experience some form of transitionary dysphoria following their.