"You'll always be shaped by this experience, Nahid." Marissa blows you a kiss, as you're wheeled into the insane wards. "You have a history of claiming you were a man." Marissa chuckles as you're whisked through the double doors. They swing shut behind you with a finality, that suggests they only open in one direction.
The two nurses pull the chair to a stop at the admissions desk. A chair creaks, and you find an ominous looking senior nurse rising from behind it, to peer down at you.
"Another male-mind patient..." she snorted as a guess. Her eyes lingering in the poorly hidden cleavage stuffed into the badly fitting male clothes. Baggy at the waist and shoulders, but still tight over your expansive rump, and tight across your bust.
"I am a man." you snarl. Though in your new voice, it sounds less convincing and more petulant.
"This is the lothario John LeMure." One nurse told her, patting your shoulder sympathetically.
The other nurse takes over, "Or, as you can see this is Nahid Saaed, and sister to Marissa Saaed." she explains sniffily. "In either case, she follows the typical fashion, claiming to be a mighty man, mysterious, and not at all, the voluptuous woman she appears. In fact, the very opposite... Quite a shock." Her last three words delivered as a dooming diagnosis.
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