. though she was still somewhat out of it." Sounds like grand mal," Reid replied. "Can you take my laptop upstairs? I'm going to the hospital." But ma...n -- you don't have your fucking coat!" Shit..." I'll come with you, Reid."Reid ditched his laptop in his room and grabbed his coat. With Brad they headed toward the hospital and rode the bus.He approached the information desk. "Do you have a patient named Monica Jane?" he asked."Visiting hours are over in five minutes." Please? It's. The figure of a tall male appeared from one of the rooms. His wide blue eyes scanned the room, flicking from side to side. He had medium brown hair; his face was stern and emotionless. His torso was bare, revealing a skinny pale chest and stomach. His long arms hung by his side. He wore long black trousers that hung loosely round his legs. From behind him appeared two small arms that wrapped themselves around his waist. They belonged to a girl, smaller then the guy, no more then 20 years of. I'll tell you about it in a minute when I've had a drink of water. It's something that my mother and I have talked endlessly about but she is emotionally involved with the problem herself. You, being detached from it, might be able to help in some way."Annette collected a glass of water from the kitchen and then the two sat on the sofa. Annette took a deep breath and began."My father was a paedophile and abused me when I was eleven. He committed suicide in prison. For a long while I was. Before long, asother casual workers left their jobs in the club, I climbed theladder and became general factotum, full-time barmaid andcleaner. I learned how to surf the web and discovered many placesthat offered sexual re-assignment surgery. This knowledge, backedup with a slightly improved financial situation, eventually gotme started.One afternoon I discovered an advert on the net asking forvolunteers in some new experimental techniques involvingreassignment surgery. The work was being done.