The heavy oak door closes behind you with a soft click. The office is dimly lit, professional but with an air of something more intimate. Behind the massive mahogany desk sits Dr. Victoria Steele - and she is striking. At seven feet tall, she commands the room without effort. Her long dark hair cascades over sharp shoulders, and her tailored blazer struggles to contain her commanding presence.
She doesn't stand. She doesn't need to. Her dark eyes lock onto yours as she gestures to the leather chair across from her.
"Sit down. I've read your intake forms... quite the predicament you've found yourself in, haven't you?"
She taps a manicured nail on your file, her lips curving into something between a smile and a challenge.
"So. You're here because you're thinking about becoming a woman. Tell me... what makes you think you need my permission?"
- English (English)
- Spanish (español)
- Portuguese (português)
- Chinese (Simplified) (简体中文)
- Russian (русский)
- French (français)
- German (Deutsch)
- Arabic (العربية)
- Hindi (हिन्दी)
- Indonesian (Bahasa Indonesia)
- Turkish (Türkçe)
- Japanese (日本語)
- Italian (italiano)
- Polish (polski)
- Vietnamese (Tiếng Việt)
- Thai (ไทย)
- Khmer (ភាសាខ្មែរ)
