(Author's Note: It was pointed out to me in feedback that because the original author used a lot of new characters in place of the ones that have grown up as standard..namely new parents for Jon and Sarah, that it might be confusing. So, I figured this would be a good way of helping out a bit.)
"While we brought you all here today, if you choose after this to not take advantage, that is your choice. Why don't we all go around and introduce ourselves?" She suggested. She started with a true, if not entirely complete introduction. "I'll start. My name is Rebecca Fine. I just moved here three months ago, and the job I came here to take was eliminated a few weeks ago, which was something of an unhappy surprise to me. I was trying to weighing my options about transferring to an office with an opening with the same employer, or look for a different job elsewhere when I was offered this temporary position working with you.. And, it was a unique opportunity."
"I'm so glad we could help you out, and that we're so fucking fascinating to all you medical types," a teenage girl with shoulder-length black hair said, annoyed. She looked to Rebecca to be some sort of Goth type. Dark clothes, dark makeup, traditional sort of bad attitude.
"I was going to go around in order, but if you'd like to go next," she said.
The girl shrugged. "Whatever. My name is Zoe. I go to school here. And yesterday morning, I woke up with a fucking penis that used to belong to my older brother."
The boy sitting next to her turned subtly red. He had brown hair that went about halfway down his neck. "Zoe," he whispered, loudly enough for Rebecca to pick it up. "language..."
"Sorry," Zoe said. "So...probably like everyone else in here...someone took my girl parts and left me with his guy parts..." She turned to the boy. "Better?" She challenged.
"I'm guessing you are her brother," Miss Fine said.
"Yes, Jon. I'm sorry about Zoe...she's..."
"...Not afraid to speak her mind," Miss Fine said. "There's nothing wrong with that, if you learn when and when not to do it. So, you have your sister's..." She paused. "How about we just use the word plumbing? We don't have to get more specific than that."
"No, I have my mom's...plumbing. And I woke up in her bed." He neglected to mention he was with his mom.
"Yes, I heard there was more than just...plumbing involved."
"Yeah...I have to wear Jon's boxers," Zoe said. "So, Doc....are we done now?"
"I'm not a doctor, Zoe...I'm a counselor," Miss Fine said. "But...you woke up in your brother's bed then?"
"Yeah, with my Dad."
"Your father was in your brother's bed with you?" She asked.
"No...my brother's girlfriend was staying with us. She was on an air mattress. Which is kind of shitty, if you ask me...I mean, why couldn't you give her the bed?" Zoe said.
"I wouldn't let him," another blond haired girl said. She was wearing a rather ratty outfit. "I mean, it's his bed. I'm fine on the air mattress."
"Karyn, Zoe," Jon said. "This session isn't just for the three of us," he tried. "Karyn, why don't you go?" He said, trying to end Zoe's complaining.
"Karyn...Jon's little brother's plumbing...keep waking up in his bed," she said. "And Jon isn't my boyfriend. He's my friend who is a boy. And Zoe knows that, and likes saying it anyway."
"Well, that's....a surprising amount of information in such a short time from you three," Miss Fine said. "Maybe we should move on...and we can come back to the three of you later." It sounded like they needed some counseling even before the current mixed up situation.
The next was another attractive girl, but she was dressed a bit more provactively. "Abby," she said. "I just want this thing gone....I mean...do you know how hard it is to have it under your skirt?"
"Why don't you just wear pants?" someone asked.
"Because all of my pants don't have enough room in the crotch, genius. What do you want me to wear to school, sweatpants? I mean...this isn't exactly helping my reputation already. And I'm not going shopping like this..."
Another blond girl, sitting next to her, decided it was a good time to go next. "I'm Sarah. Still 100% girl."
"Then why are you here?"
"They aren't my parts. But at least I'm not half and half....Sorry, Biff," she said, grasping the hand of the boy next to her.
Biff was a large boy, with a grown out buzz cut that looked like it could use some trimming. "I really don't want to talk about it."
"Why?" Zoe said. "You and Steve always acted like you are God's gift to women. Well, I guess God regifted."
The boy next to Biff turned beet red.
Biff glared at Zoe, and was about to tell Zoe that she had balls for saying that, when Jon did for him. "Zoe Violet Gibson," he said, sternly. "Everyone in here is in the same boat as we are. Can't you not embarrass me for five minutes?"
It seemed to silence Zoe. Biff was already thinking of how he could make Zoe pay for starting with him. His emotions had been all confused since yesterday...fear, anger...
Steve looked at Miss Fine. "I'm Steve...." he said. "And I'm not saying another word."
Miss Fine sighed. "I know all of you are having a rough time...but we're here to share in coping with this...not to attack each other..." as instructive as the fighting was.
She looked at the next girl in the circle, who was the only non-white person in the room. Is she looking at my chest? she wondered. "What's your name?"
