The weekend went quickly, for Bruce and Felicity, as they were not separated at all on Saturday due to the organisation of leavers and joiners. On Sunday - well it was exactly the same as last week and they were quite familiar with the routine.
Unbeknown to the two of them, the two doctors were spending the weekend analysing last week's test results. Whilst we can assume that there were many results to be studied, we know that Bruce's and Felicity's were definitely on the agenda.
The two doctors were reviewing the event logs when they noticed some interesting correlations between Bruce's and Felicity's results. The most pronounced being when they both visited the toilet on Friday. Although timings and locations were different the thoughts were too similar to be coincidence the both concurred.
As they looked at the visualisation of Bruce's mind, Dr Herman excitedly said, "Look at that – he is sitting down to pee, but it's not to imitating a girl, he doesn't see a penis. He is experiencing peeing as a girl, seeing and feeling urination through a urethral opening in his vulva! I've never seen anything like that before!"
"And if we compare the same situation with Felicity: Although she is sitting down, her mind is telling her that she's standing holding her penis. She sees herself as a boy peeing"
"But what can we actually deduce from that? We know they were isolated for the test, so neither could influence or be influenced by the other!"
"Although I can't explain it, I'm certain that it confirms our earliest diagnoses and validates our treatment plan!"
"Agreed! We'll initiate that tomorrow."
After dinner on Sunday night the usual announcements were made, with one exception – Bruce and Felicity were, once again, asked to wait behind, when everyone dispersed.
They looked at each other with their 'What have we done now?' faces on.
A few minutes later and the leader said, "Right you two. Please report to your examination room first thing tomorrow morning. . ."
"Before breakfast!", he added emphatically before saying, "Right off to bed, and don't worry – you've not done anything wrong."They walked back to their accommodation together, for as far as they could before saying the 'night, nights'.
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Monday morning and the wail of the bagpipes didn't fail to get them out of bed. Bruce was dressed and out of his cabin first. Pretty sure that he was ahead of Felicity, he waited near to her cabin. Five minutes later she came out and they walked up to the main buildings.
Entering the now familiar rooms, they were both surprised to see each other, as the central partition had been slid back. The couches and arm chairs had been replaced by examination tables.
Bewildered they looked at each other, with frowns on their faces. At that moment, the two doctors came in and Doctor Herman said, "I hope you like the changes. We just need to do a few follow up questions. . . But to do them and be sure of the responses we're going to give you a mild sedative. So you'll feel a bit woosy – a bit like you're in a dream - that way we can be sure conscious thought is not involved. We also know how close you two have become and thought that you might like to do this together?"
Bruce replied first with, "Fine by me.", just before Felicity's, "Works for me too – we don't have any secrets!"
The doctors asked them to lie on the tables where they attached the sensors. With the monitors connected, they simultaneously injected a cloudy white liquid into their arms. "In a minute or two, you'll start to feel a bit light headed, so whatever you do – don't try to get up!"
Dr F: "Bruce. What is your full name?"
"Bruce Arthur Maybank."
Dr F: "Felicity. What is your full name? "
"Felicity Emmerance Shortland."
Dr F: "Felicity. If I was fairy godmother, what would your greatest wish be?"
"I'd wake up from this dream, and I'd be a boy."
Dr H: "And Bruce. What would your biggest wish be?"
"To have the body that I should have."
Dr H: "And what body is that?"
"A girl's body, of course!"
The two doctors nodded; they had confirmed everything that they had discussed.
They continued asking supplementary questions until they gathered all the information that they needed, before administering both Felicity and Bruce with another drug. The two of them drifted off deeper into sleep; the last thing they would have heard was, "Right doctor. We have work to do."
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Kamp Korrection
Short StoryA short story that follows two young transsexuals sent, by their less than understanding parents, to a Summer Correction Camp. 100% success rate - Or you money back, the advert promised. How will our camp inmates fare?