" I'm sure you are ... come on."Terror distorted her features. "Eddie, no, I'm telling you, I'm being good." Angie, you're sick, I'm taking you to a c...inic, not hauling you off to kill you."On the way to a 24-hour clinic – one that Eddie had had reasons to use in the past - Angie passed out in his truck.He wondered as he drove on if it might not be kinder to put her out of her misery altogether."Ah, there's the monster I know and love," said the voice inside his head.Eddie looked at the. I'll get someone out there," he promised."Too late, the cops are on the way. Actually I hear them now. I hope this guy has his papers, because if not, I'm going to have him charged with trespass, and ship his ass back to wherever he came from." Don't do that Max please. I'll be right over." the preacher said."Go to the county lockup, if you want him back. I should have them arrest you for conspiracy as well," Come on Max things are bad where he is from," the preacher said."And if we keep this. She had to take bloodfor tests which would take a couple of days for the results and to makeanother appointment for two days' time.I rang the clinic the next day and made an appointment for 10 am. Theguys said they would take me again. On the morning I dressed in similarunderwear, but this time I wore my corset. I went straight into thesurgery this time; she had good news that my blood tests were normal. Shewould give me an estrogen injection and testosterone blocker injection,one in each. Eventually Calvin briefly caught a glimpse around the corner of agirl carrying a vodka bottle on a tray. She was very nearly naked, wearing only a comically tiny skirt madefrom hundreds of shiny tassels that swayed as she moved, revealingthe equally tiny matching g-string she was wearing beneath.She went mincing prettily past, her huge bosoms swaying in time withher every step. Calvin's mind boggled - what was going on?He left his post by the door and ran around the corner, stopping atthe top.