Anyway, I'll go get a blood test but there's no doubt in my mind that I'm pregnant. And we need to get this taken care of post-haste so that I'll heal... in time for the Olympics."Warren stared at her, when he realized what she had said. "'Taken care of?'" Yeah. I don't know if there's a clinic here in Madison that does it or not." You mean an abortion." Well, yeah."Warren took a deep breath. "OK," he said, in a tone of resignation.Sophia caught it. "Don't you think that's the best thing to do?". It was snowing as I drove to the airport. I had on some jeans, leather jacket and some work boots. I had packed a small bag, just shirts, shorts and under wear, along with two pairs of sandals. I trudged through the snow and met Allison White at the ticket counter. She was wearing an expensive white snow outfit that hugged her small curves. She had a big smile on her face when she saw me.We checked in and then she handed me my plane ticket. As I stood there, I heard them calling for people to. I was washing my hands when I felt a sudden wave of dizziness come over me. I slid to my knees and passed out.What seemed like hours later I woke up. The room was spinning around me, but I was able to make out several men standing over me. The room came in to focus, and I realized I was lying on a bed, and that my clothing had been stripped off of me.I whimpered, and one of the men grinned. “The bitch decided to join us. I think we should show her a good time.”The men piled on me, one holding. ’‘Good.’Richard wrote something on his clipboard and moved to the foot of the bed. I watched him look along the length of my upturned body.‘I will deal with your blockage soon but my conclusion is that you are totally gay. You are a girlie little queer. Do you agree?’‘Yes, Doctor.’‘Long term, my suggestion is that you have your testicles removed or neutralised through d**gs. You then must have injections to feminise you. In the short term, you should wear female underwear around the house, find.