When all else fails

Chapter 14

An hour after I got off the phone, I wheeled off the bus. I double check the address and look at the buildings and realize the building I am looking for is right in front of me. It is a nondescript brick three story office building, there was no sign, but it had wheelchair access with a call button with a speaker right next to the door. I wheel up to the door and press the button. Almost instantly there was a voice "Welcome, I need your name and who you are here to see."

"I am Sean Fredrickson, and I am here to meet Angie Lockheart."

"Welcome I will buzz you in. the waiting room is on your right as you come in the building."

There was a buzz sound and the door opened in automatically. I wheel in and turn into the waiting room. The receptionist is sitting behind the counter I can barley see her eyes. She stands and looks at me she says "there is coffee in the corner. I let Angie know you where here she will be with you soon."

"thank you" I say. And wheel over to the coffee and pour my self a cup. As I back in next to a chair and start sipping my coffee. A few moments later a woman comes around the corner Very light brown shoulder length hair. Slightly heavy set as if she has been sitting behind a desk for too many years.

"Mr. Fredrickson?" she asks.

"Sean is fine. Angie I presume?"

"Yes, it's nice to meet you. If you will follow me, we can start and see if there is anything, we can do to help you."

I fallow her to a back office on the ground floor. As I enter, I look around and notice it was very sparsely decorated. "this is your office?" I ask

"No mine is on the third floor, but there is no wheelchair access so we will have to use this one" she states as she moves a chair from the desk for me to sit close. "So, what brings you too us?"

"Well as you can see, I was injured, and I am now paralyzed from the waist down. My therapist gave me your card and said that you or the other dimension may be able to help"

"Well the other dimension does have much more advanced medical care. I have heard of them being able to work miracles. But there are some things that you won't see on any brochure."

"Ok such as?" I ask with a little trepidation in my voice.

"Well in the other dimension the dominant species are called amazons. They stand anywhere from 12 all the way up to 18 feet, the taller are rare but they are there. There are two other species, mids and littles. Mids are from 8 to 11 feet, and littles are humans. It is very hard for littles to live in their world, everything being sized for someone over 12 feet tall. The amazons look at humans as little more than children, and we have a lot of clients that go there for just that reason."

"Ok that doesn't sound all that bad. I can defiantly use some help. Well a lot of help."

"Do you have anyone here that can help?"

"No, my whole family disowned me, my wife left me 3 years ago after the injury. I have been on my own bouncing from job to job unable to keep one longer then a few months. Life has been really hard for me. In all honestly for a very long time. There was a part of me that would welcome the chance to relive or reexperience childhood."

"I see. I am sorry to hear that you have had such a hard time. I defiantly think we will be able to help you. Let me get some further information and have you fill out a questionnaire and we will go from there. Tell me about your injury what happened."

"Well I was a Navy Corpsman serving with the Marines ii was saving one of my guys that was shot and got shot myself, the bullet shattered two vertebrae completely severing my spinal cord."

"Okay that must have left a lot of mental trauma, do you have any mental diagnoses?"

"Yes, PTSD. However, I must point out that it is from more than just the military."

"I understand. Would you want to be regressed if we where able to get you there?"

"Um, I don't think so. I don't want to forget what I have been through. I don't want to forget the guy I saved, the good people that have been in my life lately and helped me."

"Ok it may be a little harder, but I think we can find someone. Here is the questionnaire just fill it out for me and I will be back soon. Do you need anything?" As she hands me a tablet with a long list of questions.

"If I could get another cup of coffee, I would greatly appreciate it."

"No problem I will be right back."

I get started on the questionnaire, there is a lot of general health and history questions. As well as what I would allow done to my self in the other dimension. Angie returns with my cup I thank her, and she steps back out. I get to one question that throws me for a loop.

Gender and sex change: What is you current gender, gender orientation and would you want a sex change?

They can do that? What do I want? I have been struggling with being a man for so long and tried to hide those feelings even from myself. Do I want it. Yes, yes I do.

Male, unknown, yes to female.

I finish up the coffee and the questionnaire at the same time a moment later she comes in. carrying a folder with several sheets in it. "have you finished?"

"Yes, ma'am I have I even submitted it"

"That's great the computer is going to match your answers and what we have discussed with possible amazons then I will print off some information for you and a little bio on the ones the computer finds are the closest match." A few seconds later the printer on the desk starts it prints out several sheets. She takes the stack and starts flipping through them, pilling several out and placing face down on the desk. I look at her with the question written on my face. "the computer isn't always that reliable in choosing appropriate matches, take this one for example on the printout it tells me what doesn't match. This family will only take a regressed little. But matches on all the rest, from talking to you I recognize that is not some thing you are willing to live with." She pauses at the next page and keeps it in the stack for me to review. In the end there are 5 papers for me to choose form. "Now in this folder is some general information on the other dimension and I am going to place these candidates in the file as well. We can set up video interviews with any that you would like to talk to."

She hands me the folder. I reach behind my wheelchair and pull my backpack around front stick the folder in it. "Thank you for all the information, I will think it all over and I will get back to you"

"Sounds great. There is no rush take your time. If you do go the minimum adoption time is ten of their years. Yes, in the folder it explains their days and subsequently their years are longer." She stands to shake my hand and guide me out the building. "I do ask that what ever you decide, let me know so if you are not going to then I can remove your info from the system."

"Thank you, and I will let you know. I may not have limited this stack, but I will let you know yes or know by the end of next week."

"sounds great I will expect your call. Have a wonderful night and week."

"you as well" as I wheel out of the building to wait for my bus. On the bus ride to my apartment I can't stop thinking about the possibilities, I am so lost in thought that I almost miss my stop. As I enter my apartment, I pull the bag off the wheelchair and place it on the dinning room table. I realize I am getting really hungry so make myself some dinner and decide to dive into all the papers tomorrow.