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Fletcher moves the wheelchair out of his way and walks to the apartment door. His plan is simple, he wants to walk out of the building, throw the tracking watch under the next car and then get somehow to Jack. His family won't recognize him, so Jack will hopefully help him. He wants to open the apartment door, but he can't. Locked. "FUCK!" he shouts and shrugs from the high pitch of his voice. He looks for some device to unlock it, but none. He swipes over the panel, but this responds, that he can't go outside as he needs to regenerate. Fletcher goes to the bathroom and screams, hoping, that nobody will hear him inside there. he does not want to let somebody hear his embarrassing voice. This whole idea of burgling these buildings was so stupid, but how does he deserve this? Forced in a woman's body, with the only purpose of carrying the baby of a "customer", like a slave. And what has he even signed to deserve this? All that he wanted was burning this whole place down, and now he is stuck into it. Then he had an idea in his mind. He runs to the dining room, checking the tablet. If this little thing has internet, he can write to his internet friends again. He opens the website and logs in with his credentials. After accepting these, it shows the next request: 'Please verify the new device with your phone' requests the site. "FUCK!" he shouts and throws the tablet to the wall, and then noticing that tears are running down his cheeks. He wipes them away and collects the undamaged tablet from the floor, even if he has no idea, what to do with it now. He knows that he is now alone here, completely alone. While trying to make a new plan, his mind went blank. He has absolutely no idea, what he should do now and this whole situation is too much for him. As result, he just sits on the table and cries. Something he hasn't done for ages, not even when they buried his beloved sister. Half an hour later, the tablet makes a noise and after wiping his remaining tears away, he looks what it notifies. 'Emotional instability detected, don't forget to smile!' "Are you fucking kidding me?" Fletcher shouts and swipes the notification away. But the unlocked tablet brings him to an idea. He opens the contract, linked on the home screen. To his surprise, he knows that contract. He signed in Martin's store to get the tool for the alarm. He said, that he needs it back and that was the contract to ensure it. In his rage, he hasn't read it. There, piece by piece is written down, what his life will be in the next decade. In summary, the office downstairs can do whatever they like with him, and he needs to follow their rules. And he signed it without any doubts. "FUUUUUUCK!" he shouts again, and throws the tablet against the wall, as he is reminded of his new body every time he screams. He knows, that he is locked into this body, altered to give birth. Exactly that task, he ever exclaimed as women's business and their only lifegoal. That's all he wanted for his daughters and now, he needs to do it involuntarily. As man. A man in a female body. A man who can give birth. A fact that he can still not handle, like the fact that this misery is his fault. After thinking about his perceptions of women for a while, an idea flashes through his mind: Kill yourself. Electrified by this idea, he looks in the kitchen to find a knife, but he doesn't. All kinds of tools to slice things into pieces, cubes, and more, but nothing, which is capable to murder a person. Then, he opens every window, to see, that these are also secured against jumping out of them. Next, he looks at every ceiling, if there is any spot for a rope but nothing. He can't even hang himself. "SHIT!" he shouts and calms himself down. In his rage, he can't have any ideas how to get out of this situation. But every possibility he checks, he has no option to get out of here, without being noticed. So, he checks his schedule on the home panel. Tomorrow morning hairdresser, afterward sport and free time. The day after is free and on Sunday only sport. He checks the following weeks and finds a meeting with the doctor every Thursday, a photo shooting in two weeks after an appointment at the hairdresser. Sport four times a week and free time every evening. Starting next week, the morning is blocked by a cooking course and later filled with pregnancy preparation, customer meetings, and many more. "At least, I didn't get cabin fever with all those activities," he mumbles and decides to do some dinner, as he feels hungry. Going through the recipes, he is surprised, how easy and healthy they all are. After a look in the fridge, he decides to do a vegetable gratin. While putting all the stuff together, which makes him somehow feel good, he got an idea. When Martin can kill alarm systems, he may be also can do it with his tracking clock. Humming, he continues the preparation of his meal. Despite being years ago, that he cooked on his own, all the actions were quite easy. Nothing really to think about, just chop the stuff into pieces, put it in an oven dish, then into the oven and everything is ready. To his surprise, he finds this activity satisfying. "What the hell is going on with me? Why am I enjoying such women's activity?" he mumbles as he cuts peppers into pieces. "This is definitely not me, I hate cooking! Why am I even doing this?" he concludes and stops the activity. He instantly feels sad about it, as he leaves the kitchen. "Shiiiit," he mumbles and walks back to the kitchen to continue preparing the meal, which satisfies him again. While cutting the cucumber, he feels more alien with himself. "Satisfied by cooking, this is definitely not me. What comes next? Excessive shopping? Painting my nails? Sitting for hours at the hairdresser? Think only about having sex and children?" he mumbles and froze while thinking about these things, he assumes women do all day long. Then he feels his breast rubbing under the bandages, reminding him that his body is exactly that, what he fears. It is a woman. It is, he swallows while thinking about it, just a doll, doomed to carry out children for others. Doomed to be Florence. "Florence Jones, what a beautiful name," he thinks, noticing that parts of him actually want to be her and another flood of satisfaction. He somehow likes to be Florence. He likes to be, he swallows again, trans. "How disgusting," he thinks, as he cuts carrots in pieces. He never understood this whole concept of these transgender people. He read a lot about, why men want to become women, but the best reason he figured out, is because they are manipulated by the media. He just hasn't found a better reason for it, that is actually reasonable for him. And now he needs to deal with it himself. Without thinking about it, he had finished the preparations and putting the meal into the oven, setting the given parameters into the oven. He walks over to the bathroom, where he looks in the mirror in his face, the face of Florence. Something, that he hates and loves at the same time. "How on earth have they done it," he asks himself as he touches with his fingers every single piece of his face. Completely natural, and not a single bit off, is his conclusion. If he wouldn't know it better, he would say it's his. His fingers glide over the bald head and he asks himself how it will look tomorrow after the hairdresser. Will they do some other magic to give him natural hair again or will they just add a wig? At least glue on a wig won't be a problem, as he feels not a single hair. His finger glides further away from his head and he starts examining his body, as far as the dress lets him do it. He wanted to do more, but the alarm reminds him to go back to the kitchen. Abrupt he stops the investigation of the body and walks to the kitchen. He takes the food out of the oven, puts one half on a plate and another into a box for the fridge, as he has seen it thousand times before in Olivia's kitchen. Then, he grabs a spoon and goes to the dining table for eating. While chewing, Fletcher grabs the tablet and starts reading through all the rules, he needs to follow "For the babies". Just to know them. He had a rough plan: Play along and find the gap to escape, hopefully, tomorrow in the free time. He had seen it in a movie and for this plan, he needs to know his enemy. But the rules have nothing surprisingly. Don't miss appointments, do everything for the unborn child, hide yourself, no makeup, no body modification (including hair), no contacts outside the building, and so on. Nothing that has any information he needs. He puts the dishes into the dishwasher, the box into the fridge, and decides to spend the evening thinking about his new life. He is exhausted and he knows, that a bald woman on the street is too suspicious. At least he would find it suspicious. So, he needs to play along until he has the opportunity to escape. He lies on the couch, examining his new body, as he figures out a problem, he'll have later. How does he clean himself with these bandages and this tight underwear? He grabs the tablet again and tries to figure out the solution. There, he reads, that this underwear is used to shape his newly operated body and needs also be worn at night. All that is noted in his daily schedule, together with the shower in the morning, time for breakfast, lunch, and diner, and time for bed. All planned with nearly no time for himself. For the rest of the evening, he tries to join the 'Freedom Defenders' again, but gets rejected every time because he hasn't verified his phone number. He tries multiple other ways, but none of them successful. So he looks up the address of Martin's gun shop and how to get there before he goes to sleep. He just brushes his teeth, changes the panty as read earlier, and picks a pajama from the closet. After a while, he had figured out, how to take off the dress. The pajama is not the problem, as it has two parts. Tired, he quickly falls to sleep, dreaming of his family, but somehow he is also a woman, as he has a pair of breasts in his dream. His wife and daughters also seem to ignore him and at some point, he comes to a doctor, who cuts off his penis, and with a wig he is supposed to go outside, naked. There everyone is looking at him and some insult him, that that's unnatural and it should be forbidden. Then he wants to get some clothes, but every store rejects him because he is a man with breasts and a vagina ... *** The next morning, Fletcher wakes up from the alarm from his nightmare. In the past years, he had snoozed it often multiple times, until Olivia woke him up finally, but this morning is different. He is awake instantly. His bladder is hurting and he definitely needs to pee as soon as possible. He runs into the bathroom, opens the lid, and wants to grab his penis, as he used to do it. "Oh, fuck," he shouts and manages to sit down before pees beside the toilet. After having released the pressure, he thinks about, what to do next. He decides to put the smartwatch into the loading glass and clean his teeth. The mirror shows a list: Pee, Cream Head, Brush Teeth. He reads it and notices, that they want him to moisture his huge head, but he dismisses it. He never did it, so why should he do it now? His stomach grumbles and Fletcher decides to do breakfast first. With a juice and a simple bowl of healthy cereals, he sits on the couch and starts a movie. "Time for a lazy morning," he thinks as the title sequence starts, and Fletcher begins to relax on the couch. More than an hour later, he hears some sound from the floor. "What the hell are you doing?" Monica shouts shortly after, now standing next to him. "You know, that you just missed your hairdresser appointment! And you do not even wear the watch!" "So what?" Fletcher answers her. "So, you'll wear another two weeks the bald head! You will be blamed by the other women for it and I have to supervise your morning routine tomorrow!" "Doesn't sound too bad for me," Fletcher answers bored, supposing that it does not get any worse. "You know, that you need to repay the operation costs when you don't fulfill your contract?" "Oh, the contract, that enslaves me? The contract, which allows you to control me completely? The contract that is against my will? That contract?" he asks sarcastically, finally hooked by her words. "You know what? I'm not Florence! I'm a man! What will you do, when I resist? Not selling the baby, I must give birth to? Looks too bad for you!" he continues. Even if she remembers him to his little sister, Monica also enforces these inhuman actions to him. He knows, that she works for his current opponent, which is too bad. The drugs they gave him yesterday must have been very bad, that he mixed that up and followed her. "Okay, so have fun with the doctor, see you in a minute. And of cause, you can forget your free time for the next days. Or any other unsupervised leaving of the apartment," Monica replies and leaves the apartment. Fletcher wants to follow her, but the door is locked, like yesterday. "Fuck!" he shouts again, throwing his empty bowl towards the tv, which now shows only half of the previous image. He knows, that not checking the schedule was a heavy mistake. He now can't get unnoticed outside or go even alone outside. He sabotaged his plan, and he hates himself for doing it. As he can't even continue watching his film, with the broken tv, he is getting nervous. His mind races about the consequences and what he should do next. "I need to get out somehow," he mumbles and he knows, that he hasn't got the time to think about it, he fears, that it's then too late. So, he runs to the door and checks it. Opening to the inside, and a more complex lock, he didn't know how to handle. In his fear, he does not think and just tries to run the whole door down. In his youth, he did this once or twice, without any problems, but that was years ago. And not in this body. After a few attempts, nothing moved. The door is in its place and his shoulder hurts, so he goes over to the kitchen and opens the windows there. Some plate is mounted behind it, so prevent escaping. he grabs a chair, which is heavier than he expected, and tries to push it against the plate. With much struggle, he lifts it up but is unable to push it with any force towards the plate. He is just too weak and his shoulder hurts. He leaves the chair on the floor and sits down next to it, too weak to stand or do anything and again, in tears. Weakness floods his body, another feeling, that he didn't know until this point. He always ruled or kept to be the boss, even when Emily rebelled, he was the boss. But now, he knows and feels that he can't enforce it anymore and that's what's even harder for Fletcher. Locked in this apartment, in this body, with this job, unable to control anything about it. He is under the control of the doctor. He, a woman controlled by a man, a thing that he had approved two days ago, with his friends. They often said that the perfect woman is most time in the kitchen, feeding her family and breeding her children. Thinking about all this stuff, he hides his wet face in his arms on his chest, which reminds him that he has breasts. Like a woman. He knows, that he is now such a woman, hidden in the kitchen, locked in and the only job is to give birth. Something he ever wanted, but not for himself. Fletcher's thoughts are moving just around those points and with every realization, that he became, what he always wanted for women, he cries even more. And, again to his surprise, it feels not so bad, as he thinks, it feels good to be weak. Good to sit in the kitchen and cry. Good to be, what he ever wanted women to be: obedient. But he knows that this is not him, he is not an obedient woman. He is Fletcher Steele, a proud, strong father and Freedom Defender! He wants to stand up, as his body finally does not feel so weak anymore, but his legs won't let him. They refuse the command. He tries to support it with his arms, but it's the same, they are too weak to hold his body. "I'm weak, like a woman," he mumbles and starts to cry again. "And I cry like such." So, he continues sitting in the kitchen, crying, waiting, and thinking about himself as a woman. A weak woman ... "Oh, I see the self-confident Florence is not so strong, as she thinks she is," the doctor sarcastically interrupts Fletcher's thoughts. "But I see, you have learned your lesson," as he presses a button on a remote. Fletcher suddenly feels good again. Very good. The doctor offers him a hand and Fletcher takes it. As he stands up, he starts to feel better. "And now, use your smartwatch again. You forgot it this morning," the doctor says with a smile while giving Fletcher the watch. He puts it on her wrist and starts to feel great. "Fine, so, let's have a look on your shoulder," he says and guides Fletcher to the eating room to sit down. He touches the shoulder and nods. "Luckily, nothing worse than some bruises, so nothing wrong," he says and sits down on the opposite side of the table, looking directly into Fletcher's eyes. "So, let's continue. We want you to feel good, so I need to ask you some questions, please answer them honestly. Do you agree, Florence?" "Yes," mumbles Fletcher, feeling uncomfortable in the situation. The doctor controls him, and he knows it, but he fears the consequences if he does not follow. "Please say it loud and clear, Florence." "Yes, I do," Fletcher repeats loud and clear, feeling even more uncomfortable. "Fine. So, let's start with easy questions. What's your name?" "Fletcher Steele," he says and instantly regrets that answer. He knows, that the doctor wants another answer. "Wrong. You are Florence Jones. Please repeat that answer." "I ... am ... Florence ... Jones," Fletcher slowly answers. These words feel, ... strange for him. "Fine, can you repeat them?" "I am," Fletcher takes a breath, "Florence Jones." And his mind is flooded with satisfaction. "Great, what sex are you, Florence?" "I'm a man, no wait, I'm a woman," Fletcher corrects himself, reminding him to play along. "So what are you? A man or a woman?" "I'm a woman," he says and is also satisfied by that answer. "Great, so repeat your name and your sex, Florence." "I am ... Florence Jones and I am a ... woman," Fletcher rolls his eyes, asking himself, how long he'll continue that. "Good, so what's your job, Florence?" "I work in an insurance office as a lead calculator." "No, your current job, Florence." "Oh, yeah, carry out babies." "And where do you live, Florence?" "I live ... here, in this apartment." "We'll make some progress, so repeat all the answers." "I am Florence Jones, I am a woman. My job is to carry out babies and I live here, in this apartment." "Fine, so write that down, Florence," the doctor says and gives Fletcher a paper and a pen. He writes those sentences down. "Okay, so we continue. What are the rules, you should not break und any circumstances, Florence?" "Do everything for the baby, don't miss appointments, be nice to other people here, take care of my body and stay healthy." "Great, write that also down, Florence!" the doctor answers and Fletcher does as told. For the next hour, they continue this procedure. The doctor asks questions about Florence, her life, and her job. Fletcher answers them as he thinks they are right and have to write them down and read them aloud afterward. "Great, we are done for today, Florence, we repeat that the next days. I think you are on the right track. So, Monica will help you in finishing your morning routine and help with the bandages after the shower. Please undress, so I can check them, Florence," he cheerfully tells Fletcher, who is not sure, if he is Fletcher or Florence. The doctor grabs his breasts and his butt with a fixed mine and then smiles again. "They seem to be fine, you'll get rid today," he tells his patient. "See you tomorrow," he tells her and leaves the apartment, as quickly, as he entered it. "What was that?" Florence asks herself. She knows, that the check, the doctor made was definitely not necessary, and wonders herself. Wasn't she a man?, Wasn't she Fletcher? She stills holds the paper in one hand where the answers are written down by her. "I am Florence Jones. I am a woman," she reads aloud from the paper. After thinking about it, she sums, that this is right. "Hi Florence," Monica interrupts her thoughts, "I see, the doctor has done a good job. How are you?" "Great, and you?" "Good, let's check your bandages and I show you the shower and your bras." "Good," Florence answers and goes with Monica to the bathroom. Monica removes Florence's bandages and tells her, how she efficiently and pregnancy-compatible, can clean her body. They continue moisturizing Florence's head, her body and then start dressing her. "You'll definitely have fun with them when they start growing," she says before she tells Florence, how to put on the tight sports bra. They continue with forming panties and finish with a simple dress, while Monica explains all kinds of things, Florence should know. Afterward, they do lunch and Monica inspects the broken tv. "Silly you, breaking your own tv, too bad for you, that you only get a new one, when the therapy is finished," she explains and Florence nods. She knows, she was silly and not herself. Now she must live with the consequences. After Monica left, Florence is exhausted. She decides as her appointment at the gym and the free time was canceled to take a nap. She dreams of a woman named Olivia with three daughters, Emily, Kathy, and Amy in a house in the suburbs. In the dream, she is the father. She is Fletcher Steele. At this moment, Fletcher wakes up from the nap and knows, he is Fletcher Steele. He knows that and needs a plan to escape. He grabs the paper he wrote down hours ago and throws it into the bin. Then, he starts thinking about the last hours, and goes to the dining table, with a piece of paper and a tablet. He checks his calendar, which had changed. The gym on Sunday is still in, the cooking course next week not, it is replaced by a daily "therapy" in the morning for the next week. The week after starts the cooking course with the hairdresser on Wednesday, before the gym, and the photo shooting on Friday. Also, this Friday was the first free time on the calendar. "So, I am two weeks locked in here, I suppose," he mumbles and swipes through the following weeks, which seem not to have changed. Fletcher thinks about, where to start and starts his research with the web page of the "pregnancy service office", which is filled with pictures of happy women, most of them pregnant. He reads, that the office does all kinds of services for couples and women, who need help in getting pregnant. On the next page, he sees, that they also offer different plastic surgeries. He scrolls through a long list of technical terms for executed operations, which he does not understand. He looks up a couple of them to find, that the list starts with breast enlargement, goes through every part of the body, and finishes in vaginal reconstruction details. They also link to a couple of scientific papers, written by K. and C. Morris. He does not understand a single word in them and continues in looking for reviews for the clinic. All in total are looking good and not rigged, so he continues. All that had not mentioned a single bit about surrogacy, they also do. He continues to look through the internet for hours but does not find a single useful piece of information. As if it does not exist, as if his enforced job does not exist, he does not exist anymore. He remembers his car burning and supposes that this was not an accident. His car is gone and he too, killed by the accident. While thinking about it, he knows, that he needs to fix that. He is alive, and he'll prove that! *** The next morning, Fletcher wakes up again from the alarm, and again, his bladder seems to burst. As yesterday, he runs to the toilet and relieves the pressure without any struggle. Shortly after, Monica joins him, and like yesterday, she and Florence do the bath routine, but this time an hour earlier. They continue with a breakfast consisting mainly of oat flakes, fruits, and berries. The Doctor, which Fletcher now knows is named Morris, starts a similar procedure as yesterday. Asking questions, he needs to answer, but instead of writing it on a piece of paper, they stick Post-Its with the sentences in the whole apartment. Fletcher knows, what the doctor wants, but he can't resist and starts to refer himself as Florence after half an hour, again. Fletcher hates it but can't resist. The doctor enforces Fletcher to be Florence, and it feels good for Fletcher. Good to be Florence, good to be a woman, good to be locked-in, good to be a birth machine. Exactly what he ever wanted, what the Freedom Defenders wanted, for women. And now it's reality, only with the flaw, that Florence has no man, but she seems happy with her birth-giving life. And Fletcher is not sure, if that is, what a woman should be. And a transwoman too, but if Florence can have children, he isn't quite sure anymore, what his problem is in being trans. He hasn't an answer, so what is wrong with being the woman, he wanted his daughters to be? Afterward, again, Lunch with Monica and a free afternoon, locked in the apartment. Florence has an idea, she opens her wardrobe and goes through all the dresses, lingerie, and other stuff, which is stored there for her. She must wear the shaping underwear and the sports bra for another six weeks, but the other lingerie is also looking very practical. Despite the maternity bras and dresses, there are no pushing bras in the closet. She looks at her breasts and thinks that this is a good idea. In the sports bra, her breasts are already looking quite big on her body, so if she would push them even more, they would look enormous. The dresses are the same, all simple, having a good shape, but nothing really elegant. Also, there are no heeled shoes in the closet, flat ones. She assumes, that the heels would be quite useless when she's pregnant, so why have such? She puts some pieces on her bed, together with some headgear to check how they match, as she hears the door opening. She investigates the floor and sees a surprised woman with a trolley, who loads the wheelchair to the trolley. "Hi, who are you?" Florence asks the woman, who collects all the Post- Its, she put on the walls two hours ago. "I am your cleaning aid, I clean up your apartment," the woman answers, as she continues in checking the bathroom and the laundry. "Should I collect those, or do you need them?" she asks Florence, who is standing stunned on the side. "Yes," Florence answers, confused, why she sorted them to the bed. "Yes what?" the woman asks. "Collect them," she answers, as she thinks she had finished it. The woman moves on, checking the kitchen and the other rooms and in no time, she leaves the apartment again. "Okay, this must have been the cleaning aid, Monica talked about," Florence mumbles unsure, what to do now. She checks the remaining wardrobe and suddenly, an idea came to her mind. "Why didn't I get out with her?" she asks herself and starts checking her tablet. While looking for news, she is distracted by an ad for clothes. She to herself, and sees, that her clothes are, she realizes kind of boring, in comparison to those in the ad. She starts to check the clothes on the site and finds a problem: How should she pay them? Florence knows that she can buy groceries with her watch, but online? Or anywhere else? He only had a credit card and some banknotes, he never trusted this modern tech. Florence stops her thoughts, he? Why he? Then, it was again clear for her, she is not Florence Jones, she is a man. She is Fletcher Steele, forced into this female body. And what worries him, is that he actually believed the whole day, that he IS Florence. The happiness, he had until this point is gone and he looks again to the website with the clothes, he was about to buy. He scrolls through them and he would never buy such slutty dresses. If his daughters had bought such, he would forbid them to wear it. He had enough from those and goes back to the news site. After reading the first headlines, he had enough. One fake news after another, the first about how the current protests will change the country forever, the second explaining, why they are important, and a third, why they became so large. Fletcher knows, all those fake news media are explaining, why they are important, to explain, why their agenda is important. he tries to navigate to a website, showing the real, correct news, as he used to do in the last years, but he fails. Blocked. He tries the next, also Blocked. And a third, also blocked. "FUCK!" he shouts and ants to throw the tablet away but stops. If this tablet also breaks, like the TV, he hasn't got any entertaining device left. He wants to continue looking up some facts about trans people, but Monica interrupts him. "Hi Florence," she says and Fletcher shrugs, asking himself how she came so noiseless into the room. "I heard you swearing and thought, it is nice to help you with the dinner," she kindly says. "Oh, yeah, it's time for dinner," Fletcher answers looking to the time on his watch. "I also have bought you a bag of groceries, so you have more time to be comfortable with yourself. Only, if you wonder the sum on your banking app," she explains and goes to the kitchen, filling up the fridge. "Oh, yeah banking app," thinks Fletcher and does a quick look into it. Some money was on Florence's account, and it seems, that it gets some money each week. He calculates and yeah, half of the budget is calculated for groceries, the rest has no purpose. "Come, stop those stuff and help me, Florence," Monica says and as said, Fletcher joins her in the kitchen. She prepares the tilapias, she bought and starts introducing Florence in how to spice them and how to prepare the side dishes. So, Fletcher does cooking potatoes and more. An hour later, they sit at the table and eat. "Why are you here?" Monica asks Florence, seemingly interested in her story. "I'm not quite sure," Fletcher politely answers. He is not quite sure, how much he can tell Monica, so he does not say anything detailed. "Are you one of those women, who are fleeing from some man, or are you one of those trans-women, who pay the operations with the pregnancy? The doctors never tell me, why the women are here. Yet, as you resist the rules, I assume, you are not so voluntary here," she continues and while cutting her fish into pieces. "Uhm, not the voluntary way..." Fletcher answers, feeling uncomfortable with her questions. "But I assume, you were a man, as you behave very rude and helpless with all the daily stuff. That does not really fit well together, or the boss now also recruits such men." "Yeah, I was a man, and then I landed here. It still feels new and strange for me, but somehow I like to be a Florence, not quite sure why," Fletcher answers as honestly as he thinks he can tell her. "So, you are hiding from someone here, and are a trans-woman. Pretty interesting, the boss said something with witness-protection for men, but I had none of these until you," she says and picks the last piece of food from her plate. Fletcher hasn't still even eaten half of his plate and wonders how she managed to eat so quickly. "So, that's something, I still haven't in mind," she continues, "I joined the office to help women and trans-women in need. I mean it is really impressive, that the doctors are doing it only to help people. I mean, isn't it a dream, as trans-women, to give birth to a child? It must be hard to give it shortly after, but most women here seem to be fine with it. I mean, the process usually takes years, but the doctors are doing it in one day of half-automated surgery and a year alignment, so you are then a woman from head to toe, and that is very impressive," she says and looks at her watch. "I know, 10 years ago, a year before my man died, I had that car accident with that woman, Caroline. She crashed into my car and lucky, only my car had serious damages. I felt guilty, as she was on the priority road, where I stood, so I visited her later in the hospital to look after her. The moment, I opened the door to her room, she was close to tears. She told me, that the doctors said to her, that she never can be pregnant anymore, as a direct result of the crash. We talked very long about it, as I also can't get pregnant. I lost my ovaries in my twenties, as a consequence of my overweight back then. We had close contact in the following years, but then she emigrated, and we lost contact. So, as I saw the job announcement from the doctor and I thought, this is the perfect opportunity to help such women. I mean, I am helping trans- women, pairs, who want children and women in need. I supervised so many pregnant women. I think they were more than enough for those children, I prevented. And you are another woman doing the right thing. I am impressed, how many women do the twin procedure and are actually looking like the future mother. I never could do such a thing, let my body modify to look like someone else. But you know what you do, I am impressed. So, stay calm. We take care of you. If you behave, you have free time again in a week," she finished her life story and sees, that Florence has also finished her meal. "So, if you won't mind, I clean the table and let you alone," she says after checking her watch and puts the dishes into the dishwasher. "Yeah, really impressive," Fletcher says, unable to comment on her story. Why the hell did she tell it to him? And why does she think so good about the bad things happening inside this place? She also must be brainwashed, like they want to do with him. "So, see you tomorrow, and always remember, all for the Babies," Monica says and leaves the apartment. "See you tomorrow," Fletcher mumbles, still thinking about Monica's story. So, he looks now like the mother of the baby, he is enforced to give birth to, and other women do such a change voluntarily? For him, it makes only little sense that these other women, who must be here, are doing it. Even if he finds it questionable, that they are doing it, he seems some of the motivation why they are doing it. "For the babies," he mumbles, summing up the noble goal with questionable methods. All these are a reason for him to burn this whole place down, additionally to the point, that they help trans-people and silly women. "Silly women," he mumbles. He can't find any reason, why a woman should leave her man. He hasn't even understood why Alicia divorced Jack. Okay, he cheated her, but is that a reason? She always looked happy until the year of the divorce. Now, she needs a signature from Jack for every decision for his children, something Jack's lawyer has fought for. So even worse than before. His watch vibrates and he sees that he got a new appointment, shopping with Monica on Monday, and in his mind. He has an idea, how he could fix this whole mess.