<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316842.msg15286383#msg15286383">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 22-02-2020, 06:41:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell<strong><br/><br/>“Of course Doctor. I speak fluent German if that is more comfortable for you.” She said as she reluctantly got up from the chair she was fidgeting in while she waited for the inevitable round of testing, followed by psychoanalysis and then interrogation that came from an X-event. She looked around carefully for a way to hide as she undressed and put on the damnably thin gown.  </strong></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She jots down a note, then switches to German. "Let us see if your intellect is impeded. While you change describe for me, in German, the route you would take walking to school, or to church, or from your residence in University to a favorite pub. Whichever you remember."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316842.msg15286383#msg15286383">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 22-02-2020, 06:41:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell<strong><br/><br/>Finding none, she took a deep breath and set to work, pulling off her pants and stepping out of her boxers as they slid down her legs. She turned to pull off her dress shirt and undershirt off quickly, noting in addition to the additions of breasts, a lack of body hair that none of her old scars from the prior event were present. Working quickly, she pulled on the down and wrestled it into place, feeling a bit embarrassed to show her bare ass as she wiggled to tie off the hospital gown’s fasteners behind her. <br/><br/>“Right, so.. aside from a sudden change of gender, and some truly epic nausea at the first awakening, I feel fairly good over all.” She said as she looked for a place to sit down and get the round of foolishiness over with. Sooner she was found fit, hale and hearty, the sooner she might be able to figure out if she can undo this. Preferably before she has to deal with the sudden change of plumbing, she added silently.</strong></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"That remains to be seen. Hold your arms out in front of you, palms down, and do five deep knee bends. With your eyes closed. Then stand, and you may open your eyes again."<br/><br/>After the short exercise Dr Spreillung dons her stethoscope. "Breathe normally."<br/><br/>She places it in several places across Wallace's chest, from clavicle to sternum, then turns her around and does the same between Wallace's shoulder-blades.<br/><br/>She takes notes.<br/><br/>"Do you smoke?"<br/><br/>"I can't tell. Your lungs are in good shape. Stop smoking immediately. Sit on the table." All four sentences are said with Streillung's emotionless and matter-of-fact tone.<br/><br/>Eyes, ears, tongue and tonsils, pulse and blood-pressure, reflexes. After each test she makes a note on her clipboard. She takes a slender graduated tape and measures Wallaces dimensions as well, jotting them all down.<br/><br/>"Now. I am going to do something that you may find embarrassing, or humiliating. It is not." From a cabinet she takes out a small glass jar and unscrews the lid. Washing her hands at the sink, she dons rubber gloves, which she washes as if they were her skin.<br/><br/>"Sit on the end of the table. Lay back. I am going to put your ankles in the metal stirrups."<br/><br/>"I suspect this will be brief. You seem to be in excellent health."<br/><br/>Her hand is cold and wet. Wallace can feel the Doctor parting her labia. Seconds seem to stretch into minutes, but in truth perhaps fifteen seconds pass before the Doctor steps back and assists Wallace in lowering her ankles from the stirrups.<br/><br/>The Doctor strips off her gloves and dries her hands, then returns to her clip-board, jotting down several lines before speaking again.<br/><br/>"You may dress. There will be blood-work, and X-rays. But neither are required tonight."<br/><br/>"I am sure you have many questions. I will answer them as best I can. But the canteen will be abandoned at this hour, perhaps a cup of tea and a package of biscuits may be best for this discussion?"<br/><br/>"You are very healthy. In fact, it is almost as if you are new. On the other hand your musculature shows uncharacteristic development for someone who was truly new."<br/><br/>"I will deliver you some literature. It is likely that in a month, or perhaps as little as a few weeks, you will experience menstruation. The literature will help you be prepared."<br/><br/>"If you decide to experience sexual congress, you will experience some initial discomfort, and some minor bleeding. This will also be covered in the literature. As will new briefings on sexual diseases and pregnancy. I encourage you to study them, as you have probably not had what men call 'women's issues' explained in any great detail."<br/><br/>"I am not one of my Austrian colleagues, Captain. I will not chart out your childhood, or divide your mind into parts to explain things. But you have been through a traumatic physical change, you should expect to experience some mental distress. This is normal. I suspect the sharp hormonal change may exacerbate the issue."<br/><br/>"The RPA would like you to remain here over night. A holding cell is being prepared. A table, chair, pitcher and ewer, and a privacy screen are being added. But you are not a prisoner. The cell doors will not be closed. Our primary concern is that this change is temporary. In the morning you will have some new clothes delivered. And some shoes that fit. As well, a woman's uniform, from your nation's auxiliary service."<br/><br/>"They will send you home, Captain, if you give them a chance. The war is over. People, men, cry out for normalcy. Women are expected to go back to being brood mares. Don't let them. You have a few weeks' grace period, bureaucracy takes time to react. But whatever case you are working on? You need to successfully close it. Mark a win on your tally sheet."<br/><br/>She tears a page off of a note pad she pulls from her pocket. "I only work here two days a week. But this is the number of my practice. And this is my home number. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to call."<br/><br/>There are two lines of neat text. "Dr Spreillung MIT-2939 / Rika REI-4102" The first three letters are the "exchange" -- essentially the part of the city where the phone is found. MITte is the west bank of down-town (where the Kammergericht is also located) REInikendorf is a fairly upper class region, villages and spacious residential zones having grown together into a confusing labyrinth of city roads.