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Sunday starts similar to the days before. Wake up, breakfast with Monica, therapy with sticking Post-Its to the whole apartment, lunch with Monica, and then an hour gap. Fletcher knows what is expected of him, so he plays along, pretending to be Florence. While taking a pause after lunch, he thinks how his life would have been, if he was Florence since birth. His father was very unfair to his sister, so he assumed that it wouldn't be any different for him. He recaps, what Olivia told him about her young years and assumes, that this would be also his life. Unloved by the father, early move-out, early marriage to get finally away from him and possibly life as a housewife. Exactly, what he also wants from a woman and expects from his daughters. He shrugs while thinking about it. This is exactly, what he promised Olivia not to become years ago, and exactly what her father was. He and Olivia agreed years ago, that she'll take some years at home until their children are in school. Then will start working again, so they can afford to do some holidays. That plan didn't happen, first because she didn't want to, then because he didn't want to. He later promised her, that she can do it when the kids have moved out. And his growing salary was always enough for them, so there was no problem in keeping it. A ringing interrupts his thoughts, the doorbell. Monica stands outside, disappointed, that Fletcher isn't in her sports outfit. "Hurry up! Get into your sportswear!" she says and Fletcher changes his dress to the sportswear, she has shown him. Five minutes later, Fletcher joins Monica again and she starts to explain. "I will show you the gym," she tells her. "But I have half an hour left until I need to go there," Fletcher answers confused, trying to ignore the Post-its. "Sure, but then, you know how it works for the following sessions." "Okay, this is also fine," Fletcher answers. He and Monica are walking downstairs to the gym and Monica begins to explain. "Handling it is quite simple, you change your clothes in your apartment, as you already did, but the training suit next time. You also have it in versions, that fits on your pregnancy belly," she says and walks through the sports devices. "Next to every device, you have a tablet, which can be unlocked with your watch. it shows steps to train and how many of them. On the entrance and your tablet, you get an overview of the actual training plan. But don't worry if it's too much, send that as feedback on the tablet and it will be adjusted. And of cause, you need to check out of a station, or it will do when you log in to another," she adds and stops in front of a vending machine. "With your watch, you get water bottles here, so no need to bring in own, and that's basically all, have you any questions?" "No, not really, but what if I have any while doing the exercises?" he asks. "You have a question button there, it scans your execution and shows you the problems," Monica answers, "Every Mon- and Friday you have guided training in a group, mainly back training. The other days, you need to train on your own for the first time, like today." "So, I have to start now?" Fletcher asks, unsure if that is meant serious. "Yes, after you have changed to the training suit, this is for the group sessions," she says and they leave the gym again. Fletcher changes his clothes and ten minutes later, they stand there again. "I wait for you on the outside, ensuring, that you don't walk somewhere else, I suggest starting here, and have fun," she says and leaves the gym. Fletcher does as told and holds his watch to the tablet. A young woman appears there showing the exercise. He tries to remember when he was the last time in a gym, but he can't. He does the exercises, as told, after having seen some cameras inside the gym. After he had finished the first exercises, the tablet shows him the next. He continues the procedure, seeing that another woman had joined the gym. She does a confused look at him and starts her own training, shortly after joined by four other women. They all start their training, and Fletcher finished his first circle. He takes a bottle from the vending machine for the gap between the circles. He drinks half of it, and his watch reminds him to do the second circle. So, he does as told. He enjoys them, as it's the first actually useful thing, he had one in the past few days, and it keeps him away from other thoughts. But not long, as he hears three other women, all visibly pregnant mumbling about some "bald woman", but he ignores it. Five circles later, the device tells him, that he has finished and he leaves the gym, followed by Monica. Back in his apartments, he notices, that the Post-Its from the morning are still there. As he is dripping with sweat, he takes a shower and then starts relaxing again until Monica came in for dinner. The whole evening, he spends studying the documents on his tablet, trying to remember as much of their content as possible before he goes to bed. The next morning is the same as the day before. Wake-Up, Bathroom, Breakfast, Therapy, Being Florence, Lunch with Monica, relaxing time, and then to the gym. Monica supervises Florence's way to the gym, where she joins a group of women in a side room. They are talking until a minute later, a trainer joins them. "Oh, I see Florence has joined us, so welcome Florence to our training sessions," she greets her in front of the group and everyone is looking at her. "Oh, a rude baldhead," the woman behind her mumbles, but is shortly after interrupted by the trainer. "For your information, just do what I do, as most of you are pregnant, we avoid training the abs and do no jumps mainly. Also, take care to not stretch too much, especially the highly pregnant of you. And as always, stay in your comfort zone, we want to stay healthy," she introduces her program and starts shortly after with the first warm-up exercise. She continues after some of them with the actual training, also the same exercise multiple times and finishes in a cool-down. In the gaps, between the rounds of exercises, the other women are whispering to each other. Florence only can hear, that she is meant, and how rude she must be, that she still has no hair, and so on. She realizes, that they are bitching about her, and her bad behavior, which drives her mad. They now her half an hour, and already judging her? Only because she does not have long hair, like most of them? With anger in her stomach, she does the shown exercises, a good way to reduce the anger, but she fails. It bugs her too much, that they talk about her failure in meeting the hairdresser appointment. She knows, that Monica was right, she is no finished woman without her hair, and this totally drives him off his new role. He missed the hairdresser and now, as an uncompleted woman, he needs to deal with it. Only thinking about these comments and completely offboarding, he angrily runs back to his apartment, after boiling silently in the session. He takes a shower, like yesterday, and changes to the sluttiest dress, he found in the closet. Not only that they command him what to do, but he also gets insults for his current being, and that is enough for him. He must do this step, he can be free. For his bald head, he picks a very obvious hat and a small cap, which he can hide under it. He takes a look at the watch, seeing, that Monica must be here in a minute. He picks the shopping bags, this moment, Monica rings and opens the door, surprised by Florence already having dressed properly. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be ready in time," she tells her. "I have to dress up after having a shower, so why do it twice?" Fletcher answers in a very kind matter, seeing her inspecting the dress. "Yeah, with that neckline, no man will look in your face, isn't that a bit too much for shopping?" Monica asks her. "But never mind, when they do not look in your face, you are even more incognito, so good idea," she concludes and walks to the staircase. Fletcher follows her, happy, that his idea already works. he had seen it a month ago in a movie, have a so remarkable dress, that nobody remembers your face. He follows Monica to the basement, where they take a shopping cart. "You know, what you need?" Monica asks. "Not quite, never did this before," Fletcher answers also honest. "Oh, yeah ... let's explain it quickly, you have an app for that, corresponding with the recipe book and what your body needs. So, take a look at your watch, it lists all, that you need." "Oh, how practical," Fletcher answers, miming the happy slave. "Okay, let's start, Apples, Bananas, Carrots, and Lettuce, I guess, I find that here," he asks Monica. Buying groceries was always Olivia's job, so he has not a clue, where everything is. But as they stand in the section with fruits and vegetables, he assumes, he is right there. Under Monica's eyes, he grabs Kiwis and Avocados, knowing, that it is wrong. "These are neither Apple nor banana," she says, kinda annoyed, and puts them back to the shelf, showing the apple with her finger. "Oh, silly me," Fletcher answers and picks some apples. They repeat the same procedure with the bananas, the carrots, and the lettuce. Monica is seemingly annoyed. "Looks like you never did this before, or the therapy is way too effective," she says and moves the cart to the shelves behind the vegetables. Fletcher recognizes, that she does not see him and puts his hat on the nearby oranges before he quickly moves oppositely, and then runs towards the exit. "Florence?" he hears her voice loud when the doors are closing behind him. "And now, Mr. Eastwood?" he asks himself while fast-walking down the street to get around the next corner. He didn't think, that it was so easy to get away, but now, he needs to find an ATM. Luckily for him, he sees a sign down the street. He runs into the bank and holds his watch in front of the pad. He withdraws 100 bucks from it and prepares the watch to be taken off. He grabs the notes and searches for a pocket in his dress. None, not in the dress and nowhere else. He reminds himself to be quick and puts it between his breasts, as he had seen Olivia doing it sometimes. Back on the street, he executes the last part of his plan. He takes off the watch and puts it under the tire of the next parking car, hoping that the watch will be crushed soon. He then continues walking down the street and thinks about, what to do next, with his newly gained freedom. He definitely wants to see Olivia and his daughters but fears their reactions. He goes through his other options and finds only one. Jack, his best friend. He knows that the clinic is not very far away from his home, so it shouldn't be from Jack's. He sees a taxi down the street and walks to it. "Can you drive me to Johnstone Street?" he asks the smoking driver, who stands next to the car. "Sure, give me a minute, you can jump in," he says to her and continues his cigarette. Fletcher does as told, thinking if this was the right choice. What, if the driver puts him back to the clinic? What if he gets tracked down? All that he knows is, that it can only become better, than in the clinic, and when they catch him, they will turn him completely into an obedient slave. A point he is sure about, so even if, he must not worry about his future. "Johnstone Street, you said?" the driver asks while fastening his belt. "Yes," Fletcher answers and the driver joins the traffic on the road. Fletcher looks through the back windows, looking, if some people are searching for him, but can't see any. he knows, that they are searching for him, but maybe killing the watch was a good idea for shaking them off. *** "Johnstone Road, right to your left," the driver says after stopping at the curb. "Thank you, how much do you want?" "47," the driver answers. Fletcher gives him half of his money and leaves the taxi, looking around to spot some person looking for him, but nothing. He continues his journey and walks down Johnstone Road, which seems endless for him. He notices, that this is the first time, he walks down this road, usually, he takes to the car to do so. Endless minutes later, Fletcher reached his goal: Jack's house. He brought it three years ago, after his lawyer convinced him, that he has to give it to his ex-wife Alicia when he does not want to pay for his children. It was the only trade-off, he had to do for the divorce. Fletcher looks around, and sees, besides Jack's car a well-known car parking on the street, it is Alicia's car. He is wondering, why she is around, but shortly after, he sees her coming out of Jack's house. She seems to say good-bye and Jack claps on her butt before she walks away from Jack. His typical discharge for women. "Why is she there?" he thinks while overserving her walking to her car and then driving away. In this time, her mood switches from angry to happy, which confuses Fletcher. Deciding not to think anymore about it, Fletcher crosses the street and presses the bell. "What, Alicia?" Jack greets him, before he notices, that Fletcher is not his ex-wife. "Jack, I need your help, can I come in?" Fletcher directly tells his matter, to Jack's surprise. "Wait, what? Who are you? Have I tindered you drunken or what?" the surprised Jack asks Fletcher. "I am Fletcher, your best friend," he tells, until he realizes, how awkward it must sound for Jack. He, the woman in a slutty dress is Fletcher ... "I thought Fletcher is dead, died as a hero last week," Jack answers, with a mixture of pride and sorrow. "Wednesday night, when you were on a business trip and I took over the job? I came there with my car, got into and there got turned into this, while my car burst into flames," Fletcher recaps the events to the surprise of Jack. "How do you know that?" "BECAUSE I AM FLETCHER!" "When you are Fletcher, you should also know, who Alicia is, and why he was there." "Sure, Alicia is your Ex-wife, who filed for divorce three years ago, after she found out, that you made a baby with Julia, not mentioning the other three with Roxanne, Sally, and Abby. The last was your neighbor back then. And I was there, because I wanted to burn this place down, as we, the Freedom Defenders, thought, that bad things are happening inside there. Especially bad things harming our children and future children." "Proofed, you must be Fletcher, I only told him, that I have a child with Abby, not even Alicia knows that, so come in and tell me more about this pregnancy killing office." He clears the door and lets Fletcher in, who heads for the living room. As she does, Jack slaps on her butt. "What the hell was that?" Fletcher asks his best friend, looking into his eyes. "Sorry, bad habit, I thought I can do it, as you are now a woman," he says while keeping his eyes on her breasts. He continues his way and sits down on the couch, seeing some paperwork on the table. "I see, Jackson is going to the sports school?" Fletcher asks Jack, who quickly grabs the paperwork and puts them away. "Yes, he is very talented in basketball, so Alicia was here to get my signature, that he can go to the special school, I hope he becomes famous one day," jack answers. "Want some drink?" he asks Fletcher, who agrees. After all this torture, a drink won't be so bad. "So tell me more, what was inside the killing office?" "Oh, yeah, actually the evening some weird device caught me, turned me into this. The next morning, I woke up, with a doctor telling me, that I can now give birth." "WAIT, you can have children? I thought this is impossible when doing such an unnatural change," Jack asks surprised and giving his friend a glass filled with scotch. "Yeah, I was surprised as you, but then, it gets even worse. I figured out, that I look like the woman, which child I need to give birth," Fletcher answers and takes a sip of the drink. "They actually do way more. I must have signed some contract when having the alarm device from Martin, which enforces me to carry the children of other women for the next decade, . I had a full schedule each day, and they tried to convince me, that I AM Florence Jones, a woman with the only goal to give birth to children." "What you actually are," Jack interrupts his friend. "Yeah, it all feels good and more and more natural, but this is not me. What man has breasts? What man can give birth to children?" "Have you also the right thing down there?" "Yes, but as good as I found it on my Olivia, as disgusting it's on my body! I don't wanna have a vagina! I want my penis back!" Fletcher says and starts to cry. "No need to cry, we find a way to turn you back," Jack tries to calm his friend, unsure, how to react. When Alicia had such a mood, he called her best friend and she fixed it for him. So, he fills up Fletcher's glass and goes to the toilet. Fletcher is not quite sure if this was the right idea. He knows Jack very well, but he also knows, that he can't deal with any emotional things. He is still not sure, but for days, his emotions are quite challenging for him, moving from happiness to depression in minutes. "I have an idea, why aren't we testing your new body now?" Jack comes back a minute later, sitting down directly next to Fletcher. "You mean, because my body looks like this, YOU need to literally fuck me, like every woman in your life?" "Yeah, exactly that. I often wondered, how it feels to fuck a man," Jack starts to touch Fletcher's right leg. "This is disgusting! I am Fletcher, not some stupid slut, you do a kid with." "But that is exactly, what you are made for, have kids," he says and moves his cold hand under her dress. "No! That is not what I want! I want to be Fletcher again!" Fletcher desperately says, unsure, hot to react to Jack's harassment. He knows, he needs Jack to go back to his old life, but when he rejects Jack's wish, he is doomed to be Florence. "Shh, just enjoy it. You will like it," Jack says and removed skilled her briefs. Within seconds Jack is standing in front of Fletcher, presenting his fully erected penis. "Just relax, you will feel fine," he says. Fletcher can't say anything. He knows Jack pretty well, but that is completely new for him. Olivia said sometimes, that she does not like Jack because she feels very uncomfortable when sitting next to him, but he didn't believe her. Now, he knows why she said this. "Get away with this cap, show me your hair," Jack says, completely obsessed with his actions. "Uhm ...," Fletcher tries to tell him, that there isn't any hair, but Jack is faster than his words. He throws away the cap and suddenly, his penis goes flaccid because of the view. "Shiit, what is that?" Jack says, perplexed by the view. "Well, they removed my hair and I missed the appointment when I used to become new. They punish me with not having it, and the other women there are mobbing me because of it," Fletcher tries to explain it, again close to tears. Jack sees the awkward situation, he is in. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Jack says and puts on his pants again. "Excuse me, I do dinner and we forget that thing," Jack says from the embarrassment completely red in his face. "What was that?" Fletcher asks himself, after Jack left the room, asking himself if Jack really did this. He knows it, his bald head rescued him, from having Jack's penis inside his body, but he does not want to admit it. After thinking a while, he puts on his briefs again, and joins Jack in the kitchen, seeing him observing a pizza in the oven. "First, never ever do that again! Second, you definitely need some help, that was disgusting!" Fletcher tells his friend, hoping that Jack reacts like an adult. "Yes, I know, Alicia told me that often since we split, but I didn't believe her," Jack tells him, not doing a single glance to Fletcher. "And your slut outfit didn't make it any easier. Why did you dress that way?" Jack tries to shift the blame away from himself. "I ESCAPE FROM BEING A BIRTH SLAVE TODAY AND YOU SAY MY DRESS IS TOO SLUTTY? YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THAT IS A WAY TO MAKE ME INVISIBLE FOR MEN!" Fletcher screams. "Yes, I know," Jack says. "You know what? I change to some proper clothes from your closet. I am really tired in need to wear those dresses all day. And then, we talk about how to turn me back after having dinner," Fletcher says, trying to calm the situation. Discussing that topic is necessary, but does not help him in any way. He goes upstairs, changes into a wide shirt, to hide his breasts, and trousers, which makes him feel way more comfortable walking in. Something inside of him liked the dress, but definitely nothing for everyday life, or men. "So, let's eat and then make a plan to change me back," he says, after joining Jack again in the kitchen. "Yes, and we forget about that until you are a man again," Jack tries to become constructive again, giving his friend a glass of water. "Okay, but only, until I am a man again," Fletcher knows, that Jack will definitely not fix his behavior voluntarily. Fletcher knows, that Jack crossed a line, but that does not help him out of this mess. "So, how can we fix your body?" Jack asks him after they finished their meal. "I suppose, we don't have many options. We need definitely such surgery- machine, as the clinic has," Fletcher answers, noticing, that Jack tries to not look at him under any circumstances. "So, we have to bring you back to the clinic, ." "Yes, even I don't want to, but that looks like our only possibility. They scanned my body before the change, so I think we can use that." "And how do we get in, and how can we start that procedure?" "Well, the device from Martin worked well, I was inside the building in seconds. But Martin is such a liar, he made me sign into my slavery. We should definitely not trust him anymore." "I have such device too, and I'll inform the Freedom Defenders later about that." "YOU HAVE ALSO SIGNED A CONTRACT WITH MARTIN?" Fletcher asks his friend, fearing, that Jack also signed a contract as he did. "Uhm, yes, but I can't change it and still haven't got the time to bring it back." "Oh...kay, we should definitely take care, that we don't fall for their trap." "Noted. So we get in there tomorrow night, change you back and then burn the place down?" "I think that is our plan, why not doing it today?" "Well, I am drunk, and you are drunk. That is not a good idea." "You're right. I am tired from all the escape thing, can I go to sleep in your guest room?" "Sure, fell like at home, I think you know everything here," Jack says and cleans the table. Fletcher knows Jack's home, he spends lots of nights there in the past years. The next morning, Fletcher wakes up late. He looks for Jack, but he made a note, that he is at work, and food is in the fridge. Fletcher looks inside the fridge and sees only some eggs and some milk. He puts both in a pan and thinks about, what to do until Jack comes home. He knows, that going outside can be dangerous, so he decides to spend the whole day watching TV. *** At 7pm, Fletcher comes home, having bought some Asian food. "Dinner, darling," he jokes. "Stop that, now, or I slap you," Fletcher answers, not in the mood for jokes. The whole day, he struggled with his breasts, as the dress from yesterday hasn't allowed him to wear a bra. And now, he just wants to get over it. He wants to get rid of them, and want to be able to pee while standing and to see his family again. "Okay, no jokes, let's have some dinner before we start the plan," Jack answers and they both go to the kitchen. "Is the plan still working, or have you remembered something we need to change?" Jack says. "No, not really. This whole thing was so fast, and I acted so stupid," Fletcher tells him. "Okay, I don't want to be a woman too," Jack says. "Have the Freedom Defenders said anything, I should know?" "No, I was kicked from the local group, after telling the story with Martin. I didn't know, he is the admin there." "Shit, but you are still in the main group?" "Of course, but Martin have also deleted my messages there, and muted me for a day." "What an asshole. We should burn him first for this," Fletcher says upset. "Sure, but I think the clinic has priority, or do you want to stay like this forever?" "No, let's start." "Yeah, let's start," Jack confirms Flecther's words, constantly reminding himself, that the person with the clearly visible breasts under her shirt is actually Fletcher. An hour later, they are sitting in Jack's car in the same place as Fletcher five days ago. They already have their masks on their face and are looking, seeing the last person leaving the building as Fletcher did days ago. After having made sure, that this really is the last person, they start their plan. Jack deactivates the alarm system, and they enter the building. "Ignore this, we need to go beyond," Fletcher whispers, as Jack gets distracted by the blue light from the right, and Jack tries to follow his words. "Hello Jack, Welcome back Florence," suddenly a voice tells them and the front door is shutting itself. "Wait, why does it know my name?" Jack asks, and Fletchers sees, what he feared. He wants to warn Jack, but it's too late, arms already grabbed him. "What is this shit?" Jack shouts as he is forced into the room on his left. "You better not know," Fletcher says and tries to continue the way. Maybe he can stop this at the computer, but it is already too late. Arms have grabbed his legs and he stumbles onto his face. "SHIT!" he shouts and finds himself together with Jack in the feature- free room, with his nose crushed. "FLETCHER! TELL ME WHAT THIS IS!" Jack shouts, as their clothes got ripped off. "That is the machine, that changed me into this," Fletcher says subdue, having a Deja-Vue. The room gets dark and scans both and blinds them again afterward. Fletcher sees, that Jack's blonde hair got shaved off and had already finished the spare hairs on his body. "REALLY? I WANTED TO HELP YOU AND NOW I ALSO BECOME A WOMAN?" Jack shouts. "I think you will," Fletcher mumbles, not quite sure, what to do, knowing that he is doomed too. He will definitely never see his family again, or Jack as he knows him. "SCREW YOU FLETCHER! YOU ARE REALLY THE WORST! I SHOULD'VE KNOWN IT! YOU BETRAYED ME, LIKE MARTIN AND ALICIA AND THE WHOLE SOCIETY!" Jack continues to reveal his anger, while he got the first injections. "This feels awesome! Why haven't I done it before?" Jack continues in a sudden change of mood. Fletcher feels the happiness too, and wonders. Maybe this whole thing is better than he thinks. And he feels great. Two masks are put on their face, and minutes later, he sees the result. Jack got a new face, his nose is fixed again. Jack also misses his previously dominating Adam's apple. Fletcher knows what happens, as Jack's arms and legs are forced into tubes. "This feels great," Jack suddenly says with a clearly female voice, "Why are you in such a bad mood?" Fletcher doesn't know any response to Jack's words. He had the idea to visit this place with Jack again. He should've known what happens here, and Jack's body gets more and more covered by devices. "He'll be one of them, for the babies," he mumbles. Fletcher sees and hears, that Jack is enjoying every single part of his body, that is changed to those of a woman. First his arms, then his legs, his genitals, his waist, and his hips. He recognizes the needles again, docking on Jack's nipples and butt, which is definitely enough for him. Like the last time, he passes out. "FUCK! What happened?" Fletcher screams as he opens his eyes again. The nurse in his room replies, "You visited us with your friend, and somehow you passed out." "Ohm, fuck, the needles. I really can't stand them!" "Good to know, we take care of it, but first get into the dress and visit the doctor next door!" she says and leaves the room. Fletcher stands up from the lie, gets into the dress, and goes to the room next door. The doctor, Monica, and a woman in a white dress are already sitting inside. "I see, we are now complete," the doctor tells Fletcher. "Florence, this is Josephine. Josephine, this is Florence. I think you know each other from the visit last night," he adds, seemingly happy. Fletcher surprised looks to the second chair and instantly knows, who is sitting there. Jack. "Hi, Florence, nice to see you. We definitely will become friends," Josephine tells Fletcher. Fletcher is shocked, whatever happened last night after he passed out, turned Jack into one of them. "So, as you now know each other, Monica will show Josephine her flat, and I have to talk with Florence," the doctor tells them. Josephine and Monica are leaving the room, and Fletcher is now alone with the doctor. "I don't really know, how you made it, but you escaped Monica faster than we expected. And luckily for us, you brought us your friend Jack. Too bad for him, that his hypnosis worked very well, and yours didn't," the doctor tells Fletcher, who is surprised about the information. "I don't expect any response, so, here's your watch. You thought we can't track you without the watch. Too bad for you, that your contract allowed us to implant a tracking chip right in your neck." Fletcher is shocked. Did the doctor really just told him, that they let him go, to bring Jack in? What maniacs! "I think you learned your lecture. Josephine responded really well to the procedure, so she'll take care of you. We have synced your schedules, so lucky for you, you'll go to the hairdresser tomorrow. But we definitely need to take care of you. You are stronger than I thought. But nothing we can't fix," the doctor says and starts with their usual therapy session. "When you do all the questions right, you also get a new TV," the doctor says and begins with the questions. Fletcher answers as expected, but with two mistakes, and afterward, the nurse is pushing him into a wheelchair to bring him back to his flat. "And here I am again, 24h freedom and now locked in again," Fletcher mumbles, seeing that her apartment is decorated with unremovable reminders of him being Florence. Somehow, he felt nothing like Florence now, just a Fletcher who fucked up. He takes a look at her new schedule and sees, that some appointments have changed in time, like the visit of the doctor is now Wednesday, just before the gym. The hairdresser is tomorrow, next week a cooking course and next Thursday a photo shooting. "I wonder, what this is," he asks himself, shortly before his doorbell rings. "Hi Florence, Monica said, we do dinner together, and as I don't have any food in my fridge, I thought we can do it in your home," Josephine greets Fletcher. "Oh, yes jack, come in." "Josephine is my name," she corrects Fletcher. "Sure," Fletcher mumbles and finds himself with Josephine in the kitchen. She picks a recipe from the book and starts like she did this action a million times before. "You can be yourself, Jack, when we are alone," Fletcher says to the woman in his kitchen, but she refuses. "I am Josephine Miller. I don't know why you are calling me Jack, but that's not my name. That is not even a woman's name," she explains. "But you were Jack hours ago," Fletcher tries to tell her. "No, I ever was Josephine and a woman, and I ever will be one. Nothing like a Jack," she tells Fletcher, who starts to get annoyed by the discussion. "Would you mind helping me? I don't want to chop the vegetables alone," she says, and Fletcher follows her words. He definitely needs some food too, and he doesn't know who Josephine will react if he resists. And he fears the consequences, after this mess, he definitely needs to take care more about his actions. "So, let's do the steak, and we are done," Josephine suddenly says, looking at Fletcher's work. "Or we are not, stop dreaming and chop the carrots!" she says to Fletcher, who has forgotten his task while thinking on his escape plans. "Oh, yes, sorry for that," he says, and continues his task, feeling joy, while doing it. Josephine is in her element, she happily mixes all the vegetables together, puts the small steaks in a pan, cleans the kitchen, and reorders the fridge. Like, if she did this for years now. Fletcher is surprised by every action. That is not the Jack he knows, if he wouldn't have seen it, he would not believe, that Josephine once was Jack. he really changed from feet to mind. While eating, Fletcher tries to trigger Jack back from being Josephine, like he usually does after therapy. He tells her some intense memories from their past, his wedding to Alicia, their divorce, about Jackson, and even more. Josephine just tells him, that this Jack must be a very bad person and shows not even a bit of reaction. This really bugs Fletcher, The doctor must have completely erased Jack's mind and rewritten it to be Josephine. And why on earth didn't happen the same to him? He still can remember being Fletcher, he still is Fletcher and not an empty-minded woman like Jack. Maybe that's the hypnosis, the doctor mentioned, that didn't work. And now, he has to deal with the result. After dinner, Josephine has the idea to watch a movie together on her TV, as Fletcher's is missing. She selects the first suggested film, a very predictable romantic comedy, and watches the events with amazement. "At least, she is easy to entertain," Fletcher thinks as his watch vibrates, showing, that he needs to go back to his flat. He turns the alarm off and they continue the movie. "Mustn't you go back to your apartment?" Josephine asks a minute later after she has looked at hers. "No, let's finish the movie and then I got back, I don' want to miss the end," Fletcher tries to convince Josephine, but it's too late. Monica is already standing at the door. "I really approve, that you two have already spent so much time together. But I also need to bring Florence back home," she says and Fletcher follows her words. He thought, he can escape on his way home, but Monica was faster. "You see her again at breakfast tomorrow, you'll have the whole day together," she says and grins, closing Fletcher's apartment door. Fletcher decided to go to bed, he needs definitely some time to think, and he does not know, what to do now. he does the expected evening routine and lies in his large bed, half an hour later. He thinks about Jack, his change, and his current being, and he knows, that is useless to try to trigger her back to be Jack. His therapy, the words from the doctor, and the tight corset, Monica is squeezing him into, all that is supposed to turn him into Florence, an empty-minded woman, Josephine. And it worked for Jack, but not for him, so even if he keeps up being Fletcher, it is only a matter of time, until Florence takes over, maybe not so empty-minded, but definitely obedient. And they use Josephine to force him into the even tighter corset of being Florence. "Shit, that was it, I will become Florence, for the rest of my life," he mumbles in resignation. He wants to, but it useless to resist. He had resisted, and now, they also have Jack. Completely obedient and brainwashed as Josephine, it could've been so easy for him, but no, he needs to do the difficult way. The way, that also killed Jack. With tears in his eyes, he cries himself to sleep, dreaming of him and Jack on a hiking trip, they made years ago. But something is odd, it's not really Jack walking next to him. It is Jack's face on a woman's body, a pregnant woman's body. And something wiggles on his chest. He also has breasts, he is Florence. And he is also pregnant, like Jack. Fletcher wakes up, drenched in sweat from his nightmare. He notices, that he actually has breasts, but is not pregnant, which calms his sleepy mind. He closes his eyes again and his dream continues, with the difference, that he is not pregnant, and Jack's face looks like Josephine's. And she calls him Florence. He is Florence, no question.