I stripped as fast as I could,hanging all my clothes on a wall hanger,leaving my Underpants on the top so the Doctor would see they were clean,had dou...hed my Hole when having my shower,same as I do every morning.I tried on all the gowns,all had the ties broken,"Are you ready Roy"the doctor called","Yes", I replied,"But these gowns are no good,all the ties are broken,can,t do them up at the back".He pulled the screens away,"Let me have a look,the medical council say we have to use them",there. I fought the fog in my head, trying to remember what had happened. Something felt different, wrong. I ran my fingers briefly over my hips and felt a strange smoothness, a roundness. THEN I was helped to my feet and felt the weight on my chest. I stood up on my on, opening my eyes, brushing the cobwebs away from my face. Everyone ooohed again. I felt my body, knowing suddenly what had happened. My breasts stood a good four inches out from my body, small handfuls of flesh. I felt the smooth. Forgetting their recent fight, Charles implored his brother, "I can't find Cynara. Have you seen her?"Finley was instantly on his feet, forgetting every petty thing that had made him so angry before, the way people were wont to do in the event of an emergency. And the look on Charles's face warranted the belief that this was an emergency. Still, Finley tried to keep his brother calm."Now there's no need to panic. Where could she have gone?" Finley said coming from behind his desk to stand. I was sure she wouldn't anyway, she was a respectable woman.At the very bottom of her case, I found a folder. It contained, surprisingly, essays she'd been writing. I knew she was doing a course under a female psychologist at the hospital she worked at, about human behavior and the history of the country we'd gone to. I remembered meeting the woman a couple of times, she was a tall foreigner with long black hair and it seemed by the course details that she was from that country. She had seemed.