The girls sit two at the front and two at the back, with me in the middle at the back. They put me hand cuffs and ankle cuffs and fasten my seatbelt. They cover my cuffs with a coat and give me some whiffs from a small bottle. The trip begins towards the highway. I mumble things and drool a bit, but each girl at my side whipe my saliva and tap my shoulder so I keep calm and looking like just a girl taking a nap. After a couple of hours, the van enters a complex in the countryside, where Hanna's car has already parked. Hanna is at the door of a big mansion and walks to the van to check her new guineapig is in perfect condition. The girls unfasten the seatbelt and help me stand up while Hanna checks my pupils with a lantern and slaps my face to get some response. “Ahh, uhhh?” is all I say with a sleepy face. “Hum… Maybe you used the bottle too much” Hanna say sternly to one of the girls. “Just two whiffs, as you said, Doctor Douma." Hanna just turns and walks into the house. Two of the girls help me walk behind Hanna and the others take the van to the garage. They leave me in dentist chair, strapped and facing a mirron on the ceiling. As I regain consciousness, I recognise my reflection on the mirror, dressed like a girl (denim miniskirt, tank top, plaid button shirt, stokings, sneakers) and feeling I am wearing bra and knickers as underwear. I blush and close my eyes as I see my red lipstick and a girly wig. I try to move but I am restained. What the hell is happening??? “HEEEELP!!!” “HEEEELP!!!” It seems there is nobody around. The straps are so tight…

I hear a doorhandle followed by many steps. The woman who came to my house for I do not remember why, stops in front of me dressed with that pink satin button shirt and skirt but with labcoat on top. She is an attractive middle aged woman. She is wearing soft makeup with perfectly profiled lips. Around me, there are four women dressing pink scrubs and bouffant caps. All them very attentive to the woman words. “I am Doctor Hanna Douma.” “What!?”

“You are from whatever magazine and a crazy bitch who has kidnapped me!!” I shout. The woman looks at the women and they begin to move around. One picks things from a cabinet, other rolls a cart,… In a flash, the woman is behind me holding a black mask. “You are not being cooperative, so I must do this for your own good.” She says as she presses the mask against my face. “Mmmmm, fuck!!!!” I sound muffled by the mask. The woman nods and one assitant turns a valve to fully open. I hear a loud hiss and a strong smell invades my nostrils. “You can breath or you can not, but you already are on the way to lala land” The woman smiles and lifts my chin with the other hand so my neck extends to let the gas flow easily. I cough and protest but my eyes close in a flash and the team quickly unstrap me, cut my clothes and secure my body to the chair. After placing sensors and a pressure cuff, they leave the room. The doctor removes the mask to see my mouth partially open and my relaxed face, “ohh, all patients love to stay in lala land…” She presses the mask again and caresses my cheek. When the monitor indicates deep anesthesia, doctor intubates me and pricks an IV line in my arm. She takes pictures and selfies with my intubated face and goes to change into her surgery uniform…