Justin moved into the operating room to see the doctor’s back to him. Justin called him Doc Tanner or just Doc. He was a man almost as tall as Justi...n – which was rare – with wild white hair coming out of every which direction. He was hunched over a computer screen reading something intently when Justin cleared his throat. ‘Ahhh Justin! Perfect your virtual goggles yet?’ With most people this comment could have been construed as sarcasm or condescension but Justin knew the Doc was genuinely. The next day I make sure I wear one of my best furs in case I see her at the bar after work. I choose my Lynx lined natural Buckskin jacket with Lynx lined hood in a kind of rough Mountain Man style. I’m otherwise casually dressed. I haven’t worn this one to the office very often and several of the women complement me oohhing and aahhing over it. They often chide me on having nicer furs than the women in the office. They are otherwise use to seeing me in one fur or another and it’s not out of. Despite the pain in my back and feet, I pushed open the door and heard scuffling and cursing in the back room of the shop so I headed towards it. As I stepped into the room, it only took one glance to see what was happening. The woman who had managed to scream was stretched out on the littered floor, her right leg pointing towards me, her left leg stretched as far the other way as it would go. Her blouse was torn leaving her breasts bare and her skirt was rucked up to her waist. Her stockings. "Yes, you're a girl. Your name is Meredith now. Hi Meredith!" "No..." he struggled to say. "She's right, you're a chick." said Heather, helpfully. "You're one ofus now. One of the girls." "You're female. You are a read babe." "I'm not a girl" he said. "But look at yourself! You have boobs. You have a pussy. You arecompletely feminine." "Yes. I know a girl when I see one, and you my sister, are definitely a girl. You've become female." "But..." he said weakly. "No! No ifs, ands, or buts. You.