Looking back at me was a beautiful but rifled young womanwearing an oversized white lacy dress and one shoe.I didn't understand what was happening to ...e. The vision reflecting inthe mirror was an unknown girl and even so, she blinked like I did andstood with an open mouthed expression that matched my disbelieve."Andy this is just a incomplete version of what you could become,"Cynthia said as she stood behind me, now taller than the brunette girlthat I had become. She put her right hand below my. "I shall now examine each contestant in turn and mark her on her physical attributes. Any defects, based on my personal opinion, will be marked down from ten, which is a perfect body. The sponsors have all been informed of the routine, which will be identical for each girl. The Chief Eunuch will order each girl by numbers to perform the following actions. When he says 'one' the contestant will stand erect, with her feet apart, arms out to the side. When he says 'two' she will move her hands. Traffic was even more wretched than usual tonight. It figured. It was the perfect shitty end, to a perfectly shitty day. Why did she have to have such an aptitude for a career that she utterly despised? It was the cruelest irony that she happened to have a talent for, but an absolute loathing of the most mind numbing (and sex life killing) career ever. She was an accountant. And just her luck, it was tax season. It wasn't bad enough that when most men learned what she did for a living, two. Later he used his newly learned techniques of finger massage on her and she felt like she was floating near the ceiling. Much, much later he had to lie and say he’d spilt some yoghurt on the bed when his mother asked about the whitish marks. She wasn’t stupid, she assumed it was Mandy. Later, when she got a description of a girl seen going into the house from the nosey bitch over the road, she realised that no, this wasn’t Mandy – was her son some kind of secret Casanova? Shse actually thought.