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"Samantha, you're getting hysterical again" Mia said. "You need to calm down, girl!"

"How can I calm down? Did you hear what I just said?"

"Let's focus on one problem at a time, okay? I don't think you'll be able to cancel this contract, at least for now. From what you said, it seems that Mr. Abano is very excited about you. Now that you've signed the document, he won't give up on you so easily."

"Besides that" Greta said, "I'm pretty sure you'll have to pay a huge fine if you fail to comply with the contract."

"What am I going to do then?" Samuel cried out, desperate.

"Like I said, one problem at a time..." Mia started. "We'll find some excuse to keep Francesca, your girlfriend, away for longer, so she won't see you as a girl. Then, we need to think of a way to hide your little thing so well that it won't be seen even when you're wearing a bikini."

"M-my what?!!" Samuel exclaimed, outraged. 

"Focus, girl! We have a big problem to solve here!"

"Well, I think we'll need some professional help in this matter" Greta said. "Maybe a doctor?"

"Umm... That's actually a good idea..." Mia pondered. "I'm sure a plastic surgeon would be able to help us..."

"Wait a minute!" Samuel said. "Don't you think you're going too far? I don't want to have anything cut down there!"

"Don't be silly, Samantha. We're not talking about this kind of solution... The doctor could just use surgical glue or something! So now we need a plastic surgeon..."

"This is so, so insane... I don't know, girls..."

"What choice do you have? Would you rather show everyone that you are a pretty girl with something extra between your legs?"

"O-f course not..." Samuel shuddered at the thought. "Well, maybe I can see a doctor just to see what idea he has, but I'm not promising anything! And now that you're talking about it, I remembered that Alma, that hairdresser who works here at the university, gave me the business card of a plastic surgeon during my first makeover, when she thought I was a girl. I think I still had it in my wallet" The feminized man then opened his pink purse and grabbed his wallet. "Yeah, it's here!"

"Dr. Segreti... Umm.... Good, I've heard good things about him... That's it then, Samantha! I'm going to make an appointment so you can see the plastic surgeon!"

"Well, well, well, may I ask why you want to consult with a plastic surgeon, my darling?" someone asked behind them, making Samuel and the girls jump a little. They were so absorbed that they didn't realize that someone was approaching. When Samuel turned around, his heart missed a beat.

"Mrs. De fiore?!!"

"So, honey, tell me. Why do you want to see a plastic surgeon?"

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Hey, guys!

Sorry, I made this render last week and I forgot that Samantha was supposed to be carrying a purse in this chapter... :-(   My bad!