“You’re now one of us. Enjoy.”
***
“You’re smearing your makeup,” my counselor forewarns.
I am sobbing, more confusing reaction. I am so meek and wimpy. In anger I do not shout, threaten, feel a need for physical response... instead I cry like a little girl.
“All the time I thought you were trying to help... you and Nurse Sueann,” my voice quaking.
“I think we’ve helped quite a bit. You look most alluring, Renee. You’re a head turner. Your benefactress is quite pleased with your response to the treatments... physically... psychologically... and emotionally. You’re blubbering like a child. Is it not wonderful? An almost perfect transformation.”
“But I wanted a chance... it’s not fair... I really thought there would be choices...”
“Strip for me this instant, young lady. Stop this. We
