This time they were one of the couples on the floor who kissed like there was no tomorrow. That night there was no room waiting upstairs for them, the... principal had seen to that. Both were secretly relieved, for different reasons.He was convinced she wasn't a virgin, just because of how mature she acted and how good-looking she was. He had this nagging theory that had formed from his brief knowledge of her last boyfriend: She had slept with him right away, then he'd just ignored her, not. "No need to shout darling," the old woman said with no show of emotion.She paused and then went on, "To quote Macbeth, 'What's done is done.'"I narrowed my eyes, "Thurely thomething can be done." No poppet, nothing can be done. The changes are permanent. For both ofyou."I could think of anything to say, then suddenly I heard crying frombeside me and turned to see Heather in tears. I felt awful...I hadbrought her here just to be told what she already knew to be true.Heather looked so distraught,. My cheeks were a light pink and my lips were abright red.I looked at myself amazed. "What do you think?" the doctor asked."Oh my what did you do?" I asked in a high voice."Well you have been given 40DD implants you waist was tightened a bit yourstomach made smaller, your cheeks raised a little hair implants were putin and the drugs will end your hair ever growing then some permanentmakeup was given to you Your voice has been altered to be higher and youwill find your thinking a bit changed.". The buildings around me no longer had the same properties. Windows were eyeless, empty squares that were holes in the wall openings to darkness. More than that the buildings themselves had lost their substance, become flat and brittle, the yellow of the street lamps made pale as the cold distilled the warmth from it, making the illuminated buildings jaundiced and sick. It was a sick city, hoardings screamed at the passer-by to buy, buy, buy! Complete your life by having this, that, or the.