First things first. If I miss my deadline I've a feeling I'll be signingon at Wingfield House well before Santa gets round to redeeming hissleigh from...the pawnbroker's.Determined not to offer a syllable of gratitude to the uniformed childrensniggering at the Hillman's mud-spattered number plate, rusted bodyworkand cracked rear windscreen, I snatch up the carrier, slam the door shut,fasten my duffel coat and storm off along Admiralty Road wearing a scowlI suspect would stop a herd of stampeding. Of course there was no way that would happen. He looked at Ying standing at the back of the shop. “Well if you cannot pay then I will take your daughter” Manfred said. Ying gasped and her parents said no but he insisted. “Then I will take your business and see you are sent back to China” he yelled. “No papa” said Ying “I will go with him. You and mama cannot go back”. “That is settled” said Manfred triumphantly “pack your bags and come with me now”. Her parents begged her not to go but she said. His eyes snapped open again when he heard the sound of glass coming from the living room. After listening for a minute and hearing nothing more; Roger closed his eyes again."Well Tiger, you've had a busy day today."Roger sat up in the tub quickly, "Who ... How did ... I didn't know anyone was in here."In the doorway was the most beautiful Chinese woman that he had ever seen. Her long black hair caught the sun shining through the window and her hair hung down to her waist. Her hair framed her. " "Well, Miss," the Madame interjected dismissing the question, "I havedecided that you may join us here." Oh, thank you," Alex answered, "but...wait a minute...what do youmean join you...and I am not a miss, I'm a man." Are you all right my dear? Have a look at yourself. You aredefinitely not a man."Alex looked down at her new body. She was not shocked at all by whatshe saw, only confused. She tried to move her arms again and foundshe could lift them. This newly found mobility was used to.