Two days later, the Nurse came in, carrying a clipboard and a strange, blinking device. "We're going to start giving you your placement tests now," she said. "You will be taking a personality test to begin with. When you go to sleep tonight, this device will be attached to your head, where it will begin to monitor your subconcious thoughts. We will then combine the two results to match you with your perfect career." As she handed Jon the test, she continued. "I got placed as a nurse, obviously. Its so wonderful. The nurse and the girl part. But especially the girl part. I hope you'll love being a girl too."
That night, the nurse came back, got the results from the first test, and attached the device to Jon's head. Jon went to sleep and had the wierdest dreams. He dreamt that he was a girl, a submissive girl. He dreamed that he was fucking men, fucking women. He dreamed he was a pole dancer, then a nurse, then a waitress at a resturaunt where all the women had boobs the size of watermelons. He dreamed that he was giving birth to a boy, a girl, a girl and a boy, to octuplets. The dreams continued all night.
The next morning the nurse came back and took the machine. "We got a lot of data to work with, last night," she said. "We'll have your results in a few days. By the time you leave the hospital, you'll be on your way to a grand new career."
