Before she was transferred here, she served in the COREG department on Planet New Hampshire. When she was promoted and her old supervisor asked her wh...t she wanted to do, she had told him that she wanted to transfer to CID and do real police work. That was three years ago and when she arrived the old Uniforms, used to the same chief for a long time, didn’t like the fact that a Saresii was replacing the well liked easy going Garbini. She managed to break the ice somewhat, but even after three. "I do believe we're in for quite the downpour today," he mentioned offhandedly. "The leg's been twinging. You won't be able to take your afternoon ride, Marlowe." Marlowe had always disbelieved that his father's leg- which had sustained some injury decades ago- was capable of telling the weather. But since his own injury to his hand... well, perhaps it did feel a bit stiffer than usual today. He wondered if his perspective of the matter was only further clouded by his bleak mood, which was. Maybe you can hear voices or something.Suddenly my blindfold was loosened and light flashed brightly into myface. It was so bright that my eyes took some time getting used to it,I was in a very large and very nice living room with beautiful leatherfurniture and exquisite decorations, there were paintings, sculpturesand tasteful furnishings, at the moment it looked somehow familiar inits d?cor, but I was positive I had never been here nevertheless thefamiliarity was still there I couldn't quite. I am strong. Wouldn't yourather be like me? You can be." Her message sounded so sensible. "It'stime to give it up."I nodded.With that she pulled on an immense wooden lever. A trap door openedbeneath the man's crumpled body. I watched his silhouette shrink as hefell away down a long dark shaft.Some epic battle, wasn't it?Something was turning me a girl and I was powerless to stop it. Femininethoughts and emotions had crushed my manhood. I couldn't fight it anylonger. I didn't want to fight.