Bimbo or Billionaire!” the announcer’s voice came across the PA system and the audience roared in response.The announcer was a handsome man in a b...lue suit named Jack. The stage, recently redone, sported the sorts of chrome fixtures, LED lights and shadowed arenas that one might expect of a modern gameshow like "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" or its more direct inspiration, Deal or No Deal. On elevated platforms, 24 cases stood on platforms, each emblazoned with a number."Welcome to the new. We will accept you. This isnt much of aproblem. If we have to accept a Chiss from the unknown regions, than atranssexual from the core world of Byss is no problem. So welcome."Of course her body was perfect. It was made that way. She rememberedbeing made into the most beautiful perfect female in all of the land.She was short, her breasts were very large, her face was perfect. It washorrible. It took a lot to get used to it. She never really did.None of this made her great fear lesson at all.. He didn’t need black marks against him. He was already being watched. Being a black man, on the fast track to a cushy office position at Sedgeway Security, and having a black wife that was a successful professional elevated him. Besides, for some reason, his boss and the man’s wife loved Camirra. Why? He had no clue. She was quiet, boring, and besides playing ball, nothing else really appealed to him. Hell, the only reason he talked to her at all was because he lost a bet. Then he met her. "What can I say; you have already taken the decision all by yourself, in ten days you haven't even said a word to me; had you asked yourself for a moment what would my feelings be about my son. Because it's my son too; if you don't feel like being a mother again for everything that entails a pregnancy at your age, why for god's sake didn't at least discuss it with me? I'm not a monster I could understand your fears."It seemed I talked to a deaf, it was evident her mind didn't register anything.