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Gabrielle by Callie Messenger Things were going well. I'd just turned twenty five, and I was ready to retire. I made my first million by my twentieth birthday, through sheer hard work, and since then I'd multiplied it ten-fold through shrewd investment. Sure, I'd made mistakes, but never with money. I got a girl pregnant when I was nineteen, but I knew that would hold me back, so I dumped her. Now I could have any girl I wanted, and my latest conquest, Sarah, was anything a guy could wish for. Okay, she was blonde, blue-eyed and busty, but beyond that we connected, you know, like we knew each other in a former life or something. And sex was awesome. This girl would do anything, you know? Anything. And she wasn't dumb. I know she was no genius or anything, I mean, I don't like my women to be too clever, or too independent. I like my women to do as I ask, and Sarah would do that. What made her stand out was she could do things that I didn't ask her to do, like type for me, look after my offices, even figure my accounts, all of which I really appreciated. I could do all of this, but you know what, I was heading for an easy life, and Sarah taking over the drudgery was helping me to do that. The money kept coming in, as I laid back, and Sarah never asked for anything for herself. Just the once, anyway. We were talking and she told me that she didn't need anything for herself because of my generosity, but could she just borrow some money for her family. Sure, I said, how much. I paled a bit at her reply, twenty thousand pounds. She said immediately that I would get it all back. I gave it to her. The next day I didn't see her. I assume she was with her family. Soon after, at Sarah's insistence, I got her a credit card, and then access to my personal accounts. We were like husband and wife, only the sex was much better. She went to work, brought home my money, and I let her spend it. One night, she modelled some new clothes for me. She came into the bedroom dressed in thigh high PVC boots, tight leather mini-shorts and a leather corset. In her hands were some handcuffs. "Adrian, honey, could you lay your hands back against the headrest, dear?" I did as she asked, and two pairs of handcuffs securely fastened my wrists to the iron bars. "What should I call you tonight, darling?" I asked, as she usually picked out a name when she wanted to act out her fantasies. "First let me get your ankles fastened down here," she said teasingly, cuffing my ankles to the base of the bed. "Well, honey, are you completely helpless?" She asked sweetly. "Yes, my darling, I'm always helpless with you." Suddenly Sarah pulled out a leather riding crop from under the bed and whacked it down onto my stomach. I reacted in shock and pain but only hurt my wrists trying to wrench my hands away from the headrest. "You are helpless, aren't you, honey? And now you really are going to be helpless with me always." "Sarah, what are you doing?" I asked in fear. "Oh, I'm not Sarah. I'm Claire. Remember Claire, the girl you dumped six years ago. You threw her onto the streets penniless. She miscarried, and lost her chance of ever having a child. She became a prostitute to survive, but she wasn't getting stuck there, and she saved money to get out. A boob job and peroxide, and she was able to do glamour photography. The money for that went toward study and cosmetic surgery. Claire became Sarah ? she had to, in order to survive, and in order to get her revenge!" I looked at Sarah. That's why I felt I had known her before. Yes, it could be true. "Look, Sarah, or Claire, I'll give you money, I have plenty - " The crop came down hard on my stomach again, and I winced at the stinging pain. "Don't call me Claire! From now on you call me mistress. And don't think you can buy me off, because you don't have any money. I have it all. It's a pity you haven't been paying any attention to your books, or your accounts. Let me hear you beg me to stop hurting you!" She brought the crop down hard all over my body. I began to cry from the pain. "Please stop!" "Mistress!!" "Please stop, mistress!" Sarah produced a syringe and filled it from a vial. "You want to know what I did with that twenty thousand, honey? Well, here it is. It's called M- X, and don't ask me what that stands for, but we're both about to find out what it does. With that, she injected the fluid into my leg. Sarah watched over Adrian for a short while. As he passed out she smiled to herself. The dosage of Morphal X stated that 10mls would complete a male to female transformation including the genital region, although the subject would not be fertile, or even genitally complete. She had given Adrian 3mls. After all, she thought to herself, I wouldn't want him becoming too independent too soon. I do have to train him up a bit for his new role. When I woke up, the sun was streaming in through the window. I brushed the hair out of my eyes, rolled over and sat up. Perhaps Sarah had been playing after all. I stood up, and felt a little woozy and weak. Something was wrong. My chest was itching. Was I going down with something? I brushed my hair back again. Hair! It was down to my shoulders, from almost a crew cut last night. What was going on? I rushed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was still the same old me, but I looked younger. And smaller! I looked like I had lost at least six inches off my height of six feet. I looked like a young boy, or like a young girl with this hair. I went back into the room. Where were all my clothes? My wardrobe was full of dresses and skirts! I grabbed a pink satin gown and rushed out to the kitchen. Sarah was sat there drinking coffee and smoking a cigarette. "What have you done to me!" I shouted at her. My voice! It was squeaking like it was breaking all over again. "Why, Adrian, how cute you look like that!" She smiled. "You bitch, Sarah, turn me back!" With that she stood up and slapped me in the face. The force of the blow knocked me back and I started to cry. "You will address me as mistress at all times, and you will not speak unless spoken to. Understand?" Looking up at Sarah towering over me in her four inch heels I suddenly felt scared. "Yes, mistress." I murmured. "Good. Now go and get properly dressed. Wear the clothes you find on the top of your chest of drawers." I sat down on the sofa. My shoes were pinching and I was finding the inch high heels hard to walk in, especially whilst vacuuming. And the bra strap was uncomfortable. I looked at my chest. Why the hell was I wearing a bra anyway? "You've got to get used to it, dear." Said Sarah from the doorway. She was holding an iced drink. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why, mistress?" "And I thought you were getting on so well. Perhaps it's time to show you." I was cuffed to the bed again. Sarah brought out another vial. "It's MX again. The first dose took you back into puberty. The second should reverse the effects, only first it will make sure you regress far enough back that any effects of male hormones will be gone, and we can remould you as a female." "What! Sarah, let me go. You can't do this to me!" "I told you to call me mistress! I can see we're going to have to work harder on your training!" The needle jabbed into my leg. This time the dosage was 4mls. Without that last dose, Adrian would remain slightly male, hopefully enough to make him realise the full extent of what was happening to him, and perhaps to try to rebel. Sarah was really going to enjoy forcing her former lover to submit to her will. Now my B-cup breasts needed the support of a bra while I was working around the house. I was getting used to the two inch heels, though even wearing them I was not as tall as Sarah's five feet six. I was tightly corseted, the strict, boned device barely allowing me to breath or eat. Sarah was feeding me thick milkshakes, never allowing me solid food. I felt weak and tired at all times. During the day I would take care of the house while Sarah went to the office. I would do all the housework, which Sarah would check, and if it was not to her satisfaction she would spank me with the crop. During the afternoon I had to practise my makeup and deportment. Sarah provided makeup and videos for me to learn from, and she would test me every evening and give me hours of drilling. She also made me practise speaking, but I was only allowed to use certain words and phrases, which made me sound like a child. My voice was higher now, like a deep voiced woman, but she forced me to speak much higher, squeaking like a little girl. My penis had shrunk, and barely showed in my lacy, pink knickers. Occasionally Sarah would play with it just to taunt me that I couldn't get an erection anymore. If it even got slightly hard, she would whack it with the crop or her hand, and it would soon shrink. She bought me a gaff, to hide the tiny protrusion. The device looked contained an artificial vagina, and fitted neatly over my tiny penis. I had to sit on the toilet to pee, and it came out of the slit as a dribble or a spray. Sarah would wiggle her finger inside the opening, and it felt like she was masturbating me. I couldn't get hard, but I swear I could cum if she ever carried on long enough. "You're getting much better at that, honey." "Thank you, mistress." I kept my eyes down at my feet. I was wearing three inch heels for the first time, and practising wiggling my hips as I walked. "But I need you to become natural at this. Looking like a girl is not enough. What can we do?" I saw the glint in Sarah's eyes and was hit by a twinge of fear. Whenever she got that look in her eyes it involved losing more of my masculinity. I needed to get out of here, or at least to get hold of that M-X. I headed for the bathroom. Sarah kept the M-X locked in the bathroom cabinet. I didn't have the key, but I did have a screwdriver. I forced the lock and looked inside. There was the M-X, and there were a few other vials with similar labels. None had instructions. I didn't want to make some kind of mistake so I took all the vials and decided to head to a chemist friend of mine. I got out of the house okay, but I was wearing just a black miniskirt above my heels and my top barely covered my breasts and tightly showed them to full advantage. With the vials in my purse I took a cab over to the pharmacology labs where Duncan worked. The cab driver looked at me as though I was a tart. "Little young to be out on your own, aren't you?" He leered at me. I just paid him and walked over to the hospital wing where the labs were housed. Duncan was in his office with another doctor when I walked in. "Who are you?" He asked. "What do you want? You can't just burst in here?" "Duncan, please!" I stopped him mid-sentence. "I need to talk to you. In private." "I can see you have other business, Duncan." The second doctor said as he rose to leave. "Look, calm down, miss. I can see you're very strung out. Here, take these! Here's a glass of water." I took the pills and swallowed them, then paused for breath as I started over from the beginning again. "Wait!" Said Duncan. "Please, let me ask the questions." "First," he began, "you had something to show me?" "Yes, Duncan, here." I took all the vials out of my purse and put them on his desk. "Morphal X, Morphal X(b) enhanced, Esterase B, Lactomorphate, Tress 3000, Anti-melanate. Quite a shopping list you have here. All banned, all almost unavailable, all expensive. How did you get hold of these?" "That's what I have to tell you. It's Sarah! They're hers! If she finds them missing she'll kill me!" "Calm down a little. Slow down. Those tablets I gave you should help you to relax. Nobody is going to hurt you. Now, who is Sarah?" "Oh, come on, Duncan, you know Sarah. She's my girlfriend!" "I'm sorry, Sarah who?" "Johnson." "I've heard the name. Are those tablets working yet?" "Yes, Duncan. I'm feeling a lot calmer. You're a good friend." "Yes, my dear, I am a good friend. Now, it's going to help me a lot if you were to call me Doctor, and not Duncan. After all, it wouldn't seem proper for me to be on first name terms with a girl like yourself." "Yes, Doctor." "And I know a Sarah Johnson, so perhaps I should give her a call?" "Oh no, Doctor, you mustn't!" "Please, miss, calm down. Allow yourself to relax. You did say that this Sarah was your girlfriend, didn't you?" "Yes, Doctor." "Those hypnotics that I gave you should be working fully now, so why don't you go to lie down on the couch?" I almost slid from the chair and flopped onto the couch, where my I felt so comfortable that I almost fell asleep. I felt myself sink into the cushions and I could hear Duncan's voice talking to me from miles away. "What is your name?" "Adrian." I managed to mumble. "Did you say 'Gabrielle'?" "Adrian." I tried to say, but I couldn't get my mouth to move. "Gabrielle. Right, your name is Gabrielle!" I nodded dumbly. Gabrielle. "And Sarah is your girlfriend?" I nodded. See, he was listening. "Then you must be her lover, Gabrielle." I murmured yes. "You are a lesbian, then." It was a statement. It was logical. But I wasn't a girl. I shook my head. "You must be! You are a girl, aren't you?" I shook my head again. "Aha! Now I can see your problem. I can help you now." I felt so good that Duncan finally understood. I would have to invite him and his wife around for an evening soon. I felt the prick of a needle in my thigh as the sensation slowly permeated my thoughts. What was going on? I tried to rouse myself. "Now, now, Gabrielle," said Duncan, "don't worry. The M-X will sort out any further problems you have over your gender dysfunction, so that you can return to your Sarah without fear of recrimination over your sexuality problems. I've given you a strong dose, so all questions over your own sex shouldn't worry you. Worries and guilts about your own sex can arise when you are concerned over your own sexuality. The M-X will strengthen your natural feelings of femininity whilst I will hypnotically reinforce your lesbian tendencies enabling you to have a fulfilling relationship with your girlfriend." Duncan returned to his desk. What an odd case, he thought to himself. Well, there was no cock in her panties, that was for sure. He would give Sarah Johnson a call, to come and pick the girl up in the morning. He only had her number over at Adrian's office though. Was she perhaps carrying on a lesbian relationship behind Adrian's back? He would have to talk to his friend about that. This girl must've got his name off Adrian. He would give him a call sometime. I woke in a hospital room. The lights were bright and the curtains were wide open. I felt a little odd. I was once again feeling very weak, and there seemed to be weights tugging outward on the skin of my chest. I also felt an odd sensation between my legs. I moved my hand to my crotch and felt the familiar feel of the gaff. I turned my head and saw Sarah sitting next to the bed looking at me. "How are you feeling, Gabrielle?" She asked, placing an odd emphasis on the name. Like it wasn't my name. But it wasn't, was it? I had another name, but I couldn't quite remember it. "Fine, I guess." "Get dressed then, I'm taking you home." There was something wrong here. I needed to get away from Sarah. I was here to get turned back into a man. Wasn't I? There was something wrong with that. Why would I have wanted to become a man? Because I used to be one. Oh, no! What was happening to me? I sat up, and felt the weight on my chest shift downwards. I looked down under the sheet and saw what looked to me to be a massive pair of mammaries. "Don't worry." Said Sarah. "I've brought you in a new bra." 34D said the label. I put it on with trepidation. It fit. My little red t-top barely did though, revealing my pale, flat stomach. The black miniskirt was also stretched to its lycra limit. Had my hips grown too? I slipped on the three inch heels. I still couldn't see eye to eye with Sarah. She handed me a pill and a glass. "What's this?" I asked. "The nurse gave me these. A prescription from the doctor." Something about the doctor made me feel a little nervous. I hesitated. Sarah reached in her bag and pulled out a hypodermic. "I could pump you full of this instead, lover." She threatened. I downed the pill. Five minutes later I was trailing her docilely out of the hospital. The pills were the same hypnotics that Duncan had given me in his office. Sarah had now discovered how to gain control over me and was using it to train me fully. She was mad at me for running away, and every time she left the house she handcuffed me to the bed. Under the influence of the pills I served as her personal maid. I was washing, cleaning, ironing and cooking. In my spare time I was studying make-up techniques and fashion. I don't know if it was the effect of the pills and her commands, or whether it was just through practice but I was getting very good at everything that Sarah wanted me to do. I don't know how I could do the work when I stopped to think about it. I was walking around the house in four-inch heels and my tits got in the way of everything. Maybe it was because I didn't often stop to think. I noticed a difficulty with that. I was beginning to have trouble concentrating. I hadn't even noticed my tits growing yet I was now wearing a 36DD bra, and I was working in a corset everyday. "Why am I wearing this corset, mistress?" "So that you will be in perfect shape, Gabrielle. You do want to be perfect, don't you?" "Yes, mistress." My waist was down to twenty two inches, and Sarah pulled it on tighter every morning. And she never let me try to remove the gaff that was covering my genitals. I couldn't anyway, as she must've glued it on. I was tied to my bed at nights so the only time I could feel what was down there was in the bathroom as I sat down to pee. It didn't feel at all rubbery now, it felt like my own skin, and I had become so much more sensitive down there. I could feel my little cock pushing out against its constraints, and I could touch the lump that formed, and it felt so good. "Are you ready to go shopping yet, honey?" Called Sarah. I hurriedly pulled on my pixie boots and grabbed my leather jacket. Twenty minutes later I was sitting in a chair as my hair was cut and blow dried and I received a manicure and a pedicure. I received a full make over and came out of the salon looking a million dollars. That was what Sarah intended, as the next place we visited was a night-club in the seedier part of town, where I was introduced to the owner, a greasy little man with thick glasses who insisted on keeping a hand on my butt. At first I tried to shake it off. "Leave it there!" Hissed Sarah, and I had no choice but to put up with it, humiliating though his groping was. "I wanted you to experience what women have to go through all the time." Said Sarah, back at the flat. "And you'll experience the works when you go to work for Larry tonight." "What is the job, mistress?" I asked. "You're going to wait tables, topless." Perhaps she saw the shock in my eyes. "Don't worry, honey, you will enjoy it. Let me get you ready." The injection contained Esterase B, a formula originally designed to bring cattle rapidly into heat for breeding, but the B formula had been manipulated to work on a more general selection of mammals, and had been banned when it was found that humans were sometimes affected. I went into the night-club apprehensively, but after a few comments and the odd hand brushing over my tits I began to appreciate the attention and began to work for it. I couldn't figure out why all these men were making me feel so good, nor why I was beginning to feel a damp patch growing in my panties. Was I wetting myself? By the end of the night I was hotter than a sauna and loving every pawing hand. I made a fortune in tips, and felt sad to be made to leave. Sarah was very pleased to receive my earnings and made sure that I was available to work every night of the week. Anti-melanate softened my skin and bone structure. Tress 3000 grew my hair and nails at an extraordinary rate, such that I had to re-style my hair twice a week and spend all my spare moments filing my nails. I spent the evenings now lap-dancing, dressed only in a g-string and with my tits hanging out for all to admire as I made them jiggle and bounce in the faces of the customers. I didn't like men sexually, and I couldn't stand being naked in front of so many, but every night my passions built until I was loving what I was doing, and so desperate for attention that I would throw myself onto men's laps. That was when I first noticed that I could feel a man's finger inside my pussy. It all felt completely real, and it was so wet and warm. I didn't know that a false vagina could do that. "You still thought you were wearing the gaff!" Sarah laughed until she cried. I felt myself growing smaller with the humiliation of it all. The shot of Morphal X that Duncan had given me had completed the process of turning me into a physical female, and I didn't know it. I was disgusted with myself, with Duncan, and with Sarah. "But now," she continued, "that means you haven't used your new equipment properly." Oh, no! What now? "Don't worry!" She smiled, seeing the apprehension on my face. "You're a virgin, and I want your loss of virginity to be special to you. Furthermore, I believe that you should only lose your virginity when you feel it is right and you truly desire to." "But I don't even desire to be a woman!" "Are you still fighting this, honey? Are you remembering being a man? Don't you want to be a woman?" I shook my head. "Oh, we'll just have to get you to like your new body, won't we?" I couldn't escape Sarah's commanding presence as she dragged me back into the bedroom. Morphal X (b) enhanced read the label. Sarah filled the syringe and plunged the entire contents into Adrian's, sorry, Gabrielle's cute little buttcheek. The b formula was designed to enhance female secondary sexual characteristics and increase female hormone production. It was enhanced to contain genetic instructions for alteration to primary sexual features such as facial features and body contours. Immediately after the injection, Sarah added another of Esterase, hoping that the change process would be affected in such a way as to increase the sexual receptivity of the unwilling subject. A small dose of Anti-melanate would leave Adrian looking like a sixteen-year- old sex object. Finally, Sarah picked up a pair of headphones and placed them over her ex-boy-friend's ears. She placed a specially prepared tape into the player. Knowing that he/she was still under the constant influence of the hypnotics, the tape should work quickly. I reached for the bra. The cups looked huge but somehow that made me feel really good. Knowing that I had big boobs was a turn on. 36F and I couldn't hold them in my hands, but I could try, and boy did it feel good. I began to squeeze and knead them, and play with my nipples until they were hard as rocks and I was beginning to get wet. Sarah's voice brought me back to my senses. I quickly slipped on my skirt and blouse and my navy pullover, then pulled on a pair of tights and my pumps. I ran out into the kitchen, where breakfast was waiting. After my grapefruit I grabbed my books and headed for the door. "Don't I get a kiss this morning?" "I'm sorry, Auntie." I gave Aunt Sarah a kiss on the cheek. School was generally boring. I felt like I'd done it all before, like I was in a room full of children. But that didn't help my results. After a maths test, which I hate, you know, who needs maths? Anyway, after a maths test I was sent to see the headmaster. "Gabrielle, your results make depressing reading. Since you came to this school they have gradually worsened, to the point where I am not sure it is worth you continuing to be here if you don't put in some effort. I will be talking to your guardian as soon as I can. Here." He handed me a quickly scribbled note. "Take this home to your Aunt." I took the note and stood up to go. "And take that gum out of your mouth!" I looked at him, and slowly reached for the gum, stretching it a little way between my teeth and wrapping it around my finger before I let it go into my hand. I shrugged and gave him a winning smile before turning and leaving the room. Outside, I put it straight back in my mouth. Sarah read the note and smiled. "It looks like you're flunking school, honey." She paused to think for a moment while I stared at the floor. "I'm not sure what we can do. Without qualifications you're not going to be able to get any kind of decent job. Look, I know it's not much, but there's an opening at the office for a clerk for one of the middle managers. You'll get some training, but I'll warn you, he can be a bit overbearing sometimes." "Do I have to do it?" "I'm afraid so, honey, because if you don't get this right, I'm afraid you're on your own." Overbearing! The guy had his hand constantly on my arse. Okay, so it was humiliating the way he treated me, but in his office he would apologise and we were much friendlier. In fact, when he got me alone, I positively began to heat up. Just the way he expected me to jump to do his bidding got me horny. Then one day in his office he told me to take my blouse off. I didn't think about it, just did it, and proudly showed him the assets he had control of. It didn't take two seconds before he was sucking on one and kneading the other with his hand whilst his other hand searched inside my panties as I sat on his lap. I grasped for his buckle and undid his belt, loosened his fly and released his growing cock. Even as I held this warm, tumescent rod in my hand I could physically feel exactly where it had to be. I slid my knickers over my ankles and stood over his lap. He placed his hands on my sides and slowly guided me down onto his member. The feeling was smooth and absolutely fulfilling. As his cock slid into me I felt its warmth and strength infusing me. At the mouth of my quim the feeling was the greatest pleasure I've ever known, and merely the thought of his presence inside me caused my body to pulsate with wave after wave of ecstasy. I nearly screamed, and my moans were silenced by his large hand. As I came down from the plateau, I was urgently reminded of my captivation by the urgent thrusting of his cock. Suddenly I realised what I needed from life, what my body had been aching for for as long as I can remember. I felt his fevered actions, and knew that he was cumming inside me. He was groaning, and the sound was music to my ears. I could think of no time in my life when I had ever felt as needed, or needed someone, or something, as much as now. I kissed him passionately as he lifted me up from his lap. So passionately that I did not notice that someone was standing at the door to his office watching us. "Hello, Gary." Shit! That was Aunt Sarah's voice! I jumped up and turned around, straightening my skirt. I saw my blouse lying on the floor at her feet. Strangely I wasn't embarrassed. It felt right to be showing off my chest, even to my aunt. "And hello, Gabrielle." Sarah bent down to pick up my blouse and threw it over to me. "Gary, my office, please." When Gary returned he sent me in to talk to my aunt. "Gabrielle, I have just fired your manager. Company rules do not allow me to do anything else. He fully understood the risk he was taking. Unfortunately, in order to be even handed about this situation, and to keep to company rules and the law, I'm going to have to let you go as well." "But?but you're my aunt. Can't you do anything?!" "I'm afraid not, my dear. In fact, I'm not sure what I can do to help you. I can't lie or this company could be taken to court. You'll have a black mark on your r?sum? for life." "What did I ever do to deserve this?" "That's something I can help you with. Roll up your sleeve." She reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "What's that for?" I asked, in fear. "Are you going to roll up your sleeve or am I going to have to stick this in your backside, little madam?!" I did as I was told. Aunt Sarah deposited the entire contents of the syringe into my arm. Within seconds I began to feel woozy. Then I passed out. I awoke in my office. Sarah was sitting behind my desk and I was facing her. Odd. My head felt awful, and my vision was only just coming into focus. "How do you feel, honey?" "Awful! Did we have a big night on the town last night?" Did I hear myself right? My voice sounded squeaky and hoarse. I must be in a bad way. "Unlikely, as you are too young to go out drinking." "Pardon?" "Take a look in the mirror." I stood up and went to the bathroom. Immediately everything felt wrong. I almost tripped putting my feet down and felt a huge shift in weight on my chest which also pulled down on my shoulders. I looked down. I was wearing a skirt and heels, and there were two huge mounds on my chest. Peering into my shirt I saw two vast breasts held up by a bra. I looked at Sarah in shock. She motioned me toward my bathroom. Looking in the mirror I saw a young girl. Perhaps sixteen, but with a hugely curvaceous body. I could see large chest and down to a tiny waist. Blonde hair fell forward over her shoulders and the face was young, cute and beautiful. And it was my face. It was me. I reached down between my legs. I found a skirt, knickers, and then a damp patch. What I had expected to find was certainly not there. But that touch felt good. I turned to see Sarah at the door. "What have you done to me?" "I finished the job I started, remember?" I did remember now what had begun to happen, in fragments right up to being in Duncan's office asking for his help. "Your things are on the desk." I followed her out and found a purse on the desk. Inside was a collection of makeup, two tampons, a birth certificate, a national insurance number card and some loose change. The name on the certificate and card was Gabrielle Roberts. "What's this for?" "It's everything you own, honey." "Who is Gabrielle Roberts?" "You are. You even have a life history. You dropped out of school at sixteen with no qualifications. You were sacked from your first and only job. It's not a very good identity, but it's the only one you have." "What now?" "Well, you're going to have to go and find yourself a place to live, and feed and clothe yourself - " "What do you mean?" I interrupted. "I mean you're out on the streets! I'm chucking you out! With nothing! No chance of a job! No chance of a future!" Sarah was angry, almost hysterical." "What am I going to do?" She calmed down quickly and smiled. "It's odd you should ask that. You'll find that you have a tremendous desire for sex. I think you should market that." I stepped out of the building and onto the street. No home, no food and only the clothes I was wearing. But I didn't feel bad about that. I felt another type of emptiness. One that I new would make everything better if I could just have it. I strode out onto the street looking for a lonely man.