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The Cross-examination of Malcolm Tangiers, M.D., Ph.D. (A Surreal
Episode of "Ally McBeal") by Ariel the Fallen Angel
"I believe that's all of the questions that I have for this witness, Your
Honor," Ally chirped, in her sickeningly sweet tone of voice, to the judge
known to everybody as Whipper.
The Judge scowled as the unnaturally slender young attorney triumphantly
wiggled her way back to the counsel table to join her client and the lead
attorney John Cage. In Whipper's learned opinion, Ally McBeal's skirts were
much too short for proper courtroom decorum. She sighed inwardly because
the jury simply ate her up on a spoon!
Between Ally's unique cutesy charms and Cage's inscrutable antics, the
Judge truly had her hands full trying to control the courtroom during this
trial. Not that the trial wasn't sensational in and of itself.
Whipper reviewed the facts of the case for what must have been the 1000th
time, even as she informed opposing counsel, "You witness, Mr. Loxley."
The Plaintiff's counsel stood from his chair at the other counsel, stopping
only long enough to pat the hand of his client, Mrs. Abigail Wisdom, for
reassurance. He button the top button of his suit jacket for the sake of his
image before the jury prior to moving toward the witness stand.
He suddenly remembered proper courtroom etiquette. "May I approach the
witness, Your Honor?"
"Of course, counsel," Whipper gestured. Why was he standing on ceremony
now, after everything else that had occurred during the course of this trial.
A cause of action for "Alienation of Affection" was certainly not novel in the
legal practice, although they were not all that common. Moreover, there
seemed to be more and more of those types of lawsuits lately. The Plaintiff in
this lawsuit has alleged that the Defendant, Susanne Swan, stole her husband
through wanton, outrageous sexual acts! If nothing else, the name of the
case, "Swan vs. Wisdom," was catchy!
Before Mr. Loxley could even pose his first question to the Defense's expert
witness, a loud noise erupted from the defense table occupied by Cage,
McBeal, and their client Swan. Ally McBeal and Susanne Swan had an
amused smirk on their lips while a shocked and surprised Cage scrambled to
shut off a tape recorder in his hands. The tape recorder was playing the sound
portion of one of Swan's XXX extravaganzas, "Staci Guns Takes it
Everywhere!" Susanne Swan, of course, was Staci Guns . . . Guns referring
to rather overt sexual attributes.
Cage apologized profusely to the court, "I'm sorry, Judge. I'm just having a
little trouble with one of my demonstrative aids."
"Mr. Cage? The court is very familiar with your never ending troubles with
exhibits. They are inappropriate here . . . is that understood?"
"Absolutely, Your Honor. I'll make sure that it doesn't happened again."
By this time, the jury was naturally snickering or giggling amongst
themselves. It made the Whipper arch one doubtful eyebrow at John Cage.
"Really, Judge. I promise as an officer of the court," Cage plead innocently.
The focus of Whipper's vision shifted momentarily from Cage to his client.
She wondered why anybody would want to walk around in a body like that?
She was 4'11" if she was an inch, and what her more misogynistic
colleagues would call a "spinner." It was NOT a complimentary designation!
The rest was a tousled mane of platinum blonde tresses that fell to the middle
of the back, sparkling overlarge azure eyes, flawless heart shaped face, and a
cute, upturned button nose. Swan's lips were naturally plump and pouty,
which served to compliment her awe inspiring looks perfectly.
Even Whipper had to admit that she was one of the most beautiful women
that she's ever seen!
The girl could only have weighed about 100 lbs, with 15-20 lbs being
mammoth twin globes on her chest. During the direct testimony of Swan
herself, the entire courtroom learned that she started out as a 34D. A series of
operations later, as her pornography career took off, she measured a
whopping 45EEE. It made Whipper, and no doubt the jury, wonder how she
was able to remain standing, for the rest of her body, although shapely, was
petite and slender. Susanne, or Staci as she preferred to be called, was the
very personification of an erotic female cartoon.
She certainly dressed the part!
During the entire visual survey, the Judge was unaware that she had been
lightly stroking her wottle, the sensitive underside of one's chin. Now on any
other person that may not have been any significant matter, but on Whipper it
was an erogenous zone. It was one that was well known to the members of
the law firm of Fish and Cage, as Cage's partner Fish was the former
paramour of the Judge, consequently they were . . . intimately . . . familiar
with her little fetish.
In fact, both Cage and Ally McBeal, along with the other members of the
firm, Billy and Georgia, who had joined the gallery, stared at the presiding
Judge intently. Whipper's thought were a mile away on Fish of all people.
The weight of the stares of the others brought Whipper back to reality.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat. "You may proceed with your questions, Mr.
Loxley . . . before Mr. Cage decides to entertain us with more of his
shenanigans."
The Jury smiled. They all slowly returned to the business at hand, following
Cage's strategically placed stunt.
Mr. Loxley attempted to summarize the gist of Dr.Tangiers' expert testimony
in a few sentences, "Let me see if I understand this, Doctor. What you are
saying is that Ms. Swan could not have formed the intent to alienate Mr.
Wisdom's affections away from his wife due to something called
Transmigration Psychosis.' Is that what you are telling this Jury?"
Dr. Malcolm Tangiers nodded in the affirmative, vocalizing, "Precisely!"
The zealous plaintiff attorney, the foundation being laid, moved in for the
kill. He flippantly asked, "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor? Certainly you would
agree that the technology to switch a person's spirit, essence, or soul, if you
will, into a different body has existed for some time now?"
The witness had no choice to agree, because Mr. Loxley's statement was the
gospel truth. Doctor Tangiers was forearmed with the directions to concede
the points that could not be denied or explained away.
Mr. Loxley continued to build toward a conclusion, "You would also agree
that the Government of the United States of America has tested the
technology carefully, and approved it for commercial use."
"I would."
"The bottom line is that people have been switching bodies for years now,
haven't they Dr. Tangiers?"
"That is true, but . . . ."
The witness was cut off by the attorney with a snide remark, "It was a yes or
no question, Doctor. A simple yes will do."
Dr. Tangiers looked to the Defense counsel table where, Ally McBeal gave
him a gesture that it was okay. He had been told prior to taking the stand that
he would be given a chance to explain his answers. Cage and McBeal assured
him that any points scored by the Plaintiff on cross could be cleaned up on
redirect examination. All he had to do was stay focused.
The witness gave a sympathetic look to his patient, Susanne Swan a.k.a Staci
Guns. She smiled at him warmly . . . maybe too warmly. Despite the therapy
she still wasn't over the worst of it. A portion of transmigrators never do
come out of it!
"Now Doctor? Don't you think that if switching bodies caused conditions like
your Transmigration Psychosis, the manufacturers, distributors and retailers
of the technology would have warned us by now. They claim that it is
perfectly safe to switch bodies with another person."
Now it was Malcolm Tangiers' turn to smile. John Cage and Ally McBeal
had guessed the Plaintiff's strategy in this regard, preparing him with a witty
answer, guaranteed to draw blood from Mr. Loxley. It rolled off of the
witness' tongue without the slightest hesitation.
"Those same manufacturers, distributors, and retailers said the exact same
thing about cigarettes for years, and look at the chronic diseases they caused.
This is the exact same thing."
It was uttered with the strength of conviction, leaving Mr. Loxley absolutely
speechless. He'd been blind sided by that one. You could have heard a pin
drop in the courtroom.
As per Cage and McBeal's instructions, he seized the opportunity to drive a
stake through the heart of his would be tormentor.
"Transmigration Psychosis is not the only condition that can be caused by
switching bodies, you know? There are things like Displacement Sickness,
and even Rejection Syndrome. The manufacturers never tell you about those
conditions either, but they exist, nevertheless. Why just last year alone . . . ."
They Jury was rapt now, sitting on the edge of their seat. Although switching
bodies had been a part of the American fabric for some time, it was usually
reserved for the extremely wealthy or government use. The mechanics of
body swapping were widely known. None of these conditions that were
discussed by Dr. Tangiers were. It was something that an experienced trial
attorney like Loxley recognized straight away, and immediately moved to
halt.
Much like a basketball coach calling a time out to interrupt the run of the
opposing team, the veteran plaintiff attorney jump in to retake control of the
cross-examination. Like any seasoned trial attorney, he tried a different
avenue of attack to make his point.
"Fine. Let's cut right to the chase. Transmigration Psychosis is your
invention, isn't Dr. Tangiers?"
"I didn't invent it. It is something that many of my colleagues recognized,
along with myself. I am simply the person who slapped a name on to the
condition."
Mr. Loxley pressed now, "Semantics. As the person who named the
condition, and one of the leaders in this field, don't you have a vested interest
in seeing that it is recognized? Let's be frank. You stand to make a lot of
money, fees, etc. if you can officially get Transmigration Psychosis
recognized in a sensational trial like this?"
It was an unfair question, but one that had been anticipated. Unfortunately,
there was no go answer. It was the traditional, "Have you stopped beating
your wife?" question. Ally McBeal had promised to keep opposing counsel
off of her expert witness' back under such lines of questions, so she got to
her feet now to protect him.
"Objection. That is a compound question, Your Honor. Counsel is harassing
the witness, and . . . it's just unfair."
"Overruled," was the bench's directive.
"But Judge!" whined Ally, as she attempted to flash her most winsome smile.
It didn't work this time.
"Sit down, Ms. McBeal. Your objection is overruled. Dr. Tangiers will
answer the question."
Ally plopped down into her chair rather loudly. Then all eyes turned back to
the psychiatrist on the stand for his response to the pending question. The
only thing that he could do was give the prepared answer. Cage and McBeal
taught him the time tested tactic of changing the question slightly by restating
it in your own words, prior to answering, where you didn't like the original
question. It was a technique that many veteran expert witnesses utilize.
"If you are asking me if that is one POSSIBLE side effect of my testifying
here today, I would have to answer in the affirmative. However, that is not
my purpose here today . . . only to tell the truth."
Loxley had still scored some points on this last volley, but careful preparation
of a witness had lessened the sting of it!
Unfortunately, Loxley had gotten his legs back. He was quickly moving to
establish the beat and pace that he'd had before. Like any good trial attorney
he was playing off of the statements of the witness to phrase his next
question. In that way it takes on the appearance of snappy repartee'.
Plaintiff's counsel was about to learn that concept was a two way street
because the very best trial lawyers, like John Cage, will plant words in his
witness' testimony in order to lead opposing counsel down a designated path.
"Speaking of truth, Doctor," began Loxley's next inquiry. "Isn't it true that
less than 1% of all body switches every develop your so called
Transmigration Psychosis . . . using your own statistics? Wouldn't that make
it unlikely that Ms. Swan exhibited this psychosis?"
Game, set, and match. Loxley took the bait, just as Cage had intended. Now
it was time to drop the hammer!
Dr. Tangiers spoke very calmly, with just a trace of surprise. "That is very
clever, Mr. Loxley. What you say is true, exactly .90%, less than 1% of all
transmigrators, develop Transmigration Psychosis. However, .90% of all
transmigrations are gender swaps as we have in this case. If you line up the
statistic you will find that approximately 100% of all gender swaps, or
interspecies swaps which are rare, develop some symptoms of
Transmigration Psychosis. That makes it almost a certainty that a gender
swap such as Susanne Swan would develop a form of TP, as we call it."
Loxley looked like he'd just gotten hit by a sucker punch, and it looked like
he actually staggered a few steps backward. Now the plaintiff's counsel had
to scramble to salvage some bit of useful information because if he sat down
now, it was tantamount to admitting defeat. As much as Loxley hated it, it
was now their game, their rules, and he had no choice but to play. Naturally,
he went for the only opening that Dr. Tangiers had provided.
That too had been scripted, and another disastrous mistake by the lawyer.
Sometimes being a trial attorney was thinking on your feet . . . a skill which
deserted Loxley here.
"Yes . . . so . . . you admit that even IF we assume that Ms. Swan had TP, it
may not have been a severe form of it. She could have had a form which
allowed her to form the intent to steal Mr. Wisdom away from Mrs.
Wisdom?"
"As in everything, there are varying degrees of affliction. However, they all
follow the same pattern, or staging. We call them phases. The only variable
in a gender swap is how long the individual stays in each phase."
"Phases?" gulped Loxley, prepared for the worst.
"Yes. Phases. For instance, the first phase is only disorientation. That can
range in degrees from seconds to days to permanent. At he top of the scale
you have the Rejection Syndrome and Displacement Sickness. It comes from
incapatability of the ego with the physical form, and can even take place in
voluntary swaps. The thing to do in those cases is to switch back. At the
lower end of the spectrum is the usual conglomeration of blurriness, maybe a
headache, but definitely the sensation of being different."
"But most disorientation passes rather quickly?"
"That is true."
"So that wouldn't be any hindrance to exercising one's free will?"
"No," conceded Dr. Tangiers, right on schedule, luring counsel into a false
sense of security.
"Neither do any of the next phases do they?" asked Loxley.
"After disorientation comes shock, and then denial. I would point out that
even voluntary gender swaps go through a denial phase. It is most
fascinating. Then comes acceptance. You are correct in that, except for the
most extreme cases, a transmigrator is free to exercise his or her free will."
"So you concede that Ms. Swan undertook her sexual relationship with Mr.
Wisdom of her own free will," shot Mr. Loxley.
"No. In fact she could not control what happened next. Following the
acceptance phase, the gender swaps begin to discover the strange new
pleasurable sensations of their new form. Think back to when you were an
adolescent discovering your body for the first time. It becomes all that you
think about, and quite addictive. You can imagine what it is like for theses
adult transmigrators who may have a complete sexual history going into the
swap. That fascination with bodily pleasure is 1000 times worse than
adolescence. In fact, it is more addictive than the worst narcotic. When they
enter this phase, gender swaps develop hyper nymphomania or satyrmania."
A hush fell over the entire court room, including Mr. Loxley, as Dr. Tangiers
waxed poetic. When no follow up question came from Loxley, the witness
continue to speak. That was another rule taught to him by Cage and McBeal:
keep talking until somebody stops you.
Dr. Tangiers pulled out a ream of paper. "I have some interesting statistics
here. Before this phase of TP was discovered, exactly 100% of all gender
swaps, male to female, ended up getting pregnant within weeks of the swap.
The female to male swaps ended up getting somebody else pregnant. Did you
ever wonder why the government requires all gender swaps to have either
birth control implanted under the skin, or for the new men, their tubes tied?
They know they truth. They saw the birth rate going up drastically!"
From the bench, Whippers eyes involuntarily drifted to Billy and Georgia
sitting in the gallery. They were holding hands like newlyweds on their
honeymoon. Georgia was about 5 months pregnant, and already starting to
show drastically. Whipper couldn't help herself, but to wonder if there was
any connection? Interesting!
Her focus shifted back to the court proceedings, where the poor fool Loxley
was asking another dangerous question. Couldn't he see that he'd been
baited. He should just sit down before he absorbs anymore damage.
"H-how long does this phase last," Loxley floated out that trial balloon. He
was clearly winging it now, and searching in vain for any positive note to end
this legal trap.
"Some people get through it in a week or so. We generally don't discourage
this phase, as we think it is a natural adaptive response of the body and mind
becoming one. The new gender swap learns first hand their new sexual and
social role. During this phase, they gain all of the necessary skills to adjust to
their new person. For most people it is a very enjoyable time. The next phase
is desensitization, where the unique sensations become common place. Think
of getting a cap on your tooth. At first you notice it all of the time. Soon you
don't even know that it is there. It is the same principle here, only on a much
bigger scale. The result is the same . . . the gender swap gets used to the
pleasurable sensations. The next phase, by the way, is normalcy."
Loxley saw a possible way to end this travesty. "So for most people, a good
majority of gender swaps, this nymphomania is a passing thing. They get
over it."
"Yes. However, some people, like Ms. Swan here, never get over it. Like
junkie on drugs, they get addicted to the sensations. That is why she sought
out my help."
THAT was the killing blow! All Loxley could do was utter an, "Eep," as he
retreated to the safety of his chair beside a fuming Mrs. Wisdom. He didn't
think to stop Dr. Tangiers before doing so.
"I mean look at her. When Sam Hill, her original identity, first switched into
body of Susanne Swan, she was just an ordinary college student. Then the
nymphomania hit. She got bigger and bigger breast enhancements, dropped
out of school, and became a stripper. Here condition compelled her to be in
an environment where sex is a constant. After that came posing for large
breasted men's magazines, then starring in pornographic films. All of the
while her sexual preferences became, how shall I put this, more and more
extreme. Nowadays she stars in film almost exclusively involving anal sex.
Just look at . . . ."
Loxley ended it from the slumped position of his chair, "No more questions."
There was a moment of silence, like the mourning of the dead.
Whipper asked Ally McBeal, who has handled the direct examination, "Any
redirect, Ms. McBeal?"
Ally popped up on her feet, "Just a few follow ups."
"Then get on with it," instructed the Judge. Did Ally have to be so eternally
cute?
Ally McBeal approached the witness, "Dr. Tangiers? How did you meet me?"
Loxley was instantly on his feet. "Objection. This has absolutely no relevance
to these proceedings. I don't think the Jury needs to hear about the details of
Ms. McBeal's tortured social life."
Ally's past history of failed, or downright strange, relationships was well
known.
"Ms McBeal?" inquired Whipper.
"I promise that is relevant, Your Honor. If you could just allow me a little
latitude here, I promise that I can connect it up."
"Then let's get to it. Objection overruled."
Loxley sat back down.
Ally looked at the witness, saying softly, "You can answer the question,
Doctor."
Dr. Malcolm Tangiers looked sympathetically at the lawyer. "Why . . . you
are a patient of mine."
The whole Jury and gallery gasped . . . except for those in attendance from
Fish and Cage.
"What are you treating me for?"
"The same thing as Ms. Swan. Transmigration Psychosis induced
nymphomania, although not quite as bad a Susanne."
Ally continued, "How did I get this condition?"
"If I remember correctly, your office decided to have a role reversal day using
a body switching device. By unanimous vote, everybody decided that you
and Billy, your ex-boyfriend, should switch, so that you could work out
your . . . issues. At the end of the day you and Billy decided to keep your
new bodies. Everybody else went back to their old ones."
"So in reality, I was originally Billy, and Billy was originally Ally?"
"I believe those are the facts."
"How did it end up?"
Dr Tangiers brought the testimony to a close. "Well. Ally in you body ended
up getting Georgia pregnant. We can all see that very plainly."
All eyes turned to the gallery to see the smiling, affectionate couple. Georgia
caressed the bulge of her stomach, then kissed her husband . . . the former
Ally McBeal. The were quite happy together.
The witness added, "It seems they had a lot more in common than everybody
thought. As for you, Ally, you started having sex with everybody you came
in contact with. Your list of conquests include the twins in the nightclub, at
he same time I might add, and that male model that they original owner of
your body dabbled with. I believe you told me that you developed a craving
for oral sex . . . ."
Ally interrupted the Doctors stream of consciousness. "Uh . . . Doc? I don't
think we need THAT much detail!"
She blushed anyway. Now the entire courtroom knew that she liked to go
down on men.
"Anyway, you recognized your problem, and sought treatment with me. That
is where you met Susanne."
"Thank you, Dr. Tangiers. I have no further questions."
John Cage got to his feet to announce, at the same time that Ally sat down,
"The Defense rests, Your Honor."
It goes without saying that it was a Defense verdict.
Fin
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