The Doktor decides your fate.

You hear the click of high heels once more as the woman walks around until she stands in front of your suspended body. The newcomer is none other than the 1950's dressed woman you had seen a few times whilst casing out the gated community. She is tall for a woman. around six in her heels and dressed in a figure-hugging black pencil skirt and white blouse. Her hourglass figure has a pinched waist so pronounced that you figure she has to be wearing a corset beneath the blouse. She bends down to peer at your face closely, waves of layered platinum blonde hair frame an exquisitely beautiful face with full ruby red painted lips. Her eyes are also blue, darker and brighter than the security guard's, though and sweeping over your naked body in appraisal.

"I thought you reported a man, Karl?" Her voice has a pronounced German accent. "Surely such a tiny creature must have been a mere boy? His parents might come looking for him or report his disappearance to the authorities."

"I'm not a boy," You protest, unwisely stung into responding by the years of mockery you have endured due to your height and slender body. "I'm eighteen for fuck's sakes. Look, Doctor, if that's what you are, I don't know what the fuck that stuff was I drank, I don't give a shit about whatever shady deal you got going on here. Just let me come down from whatever freaky trip that beer sent me on, and I won't tell a soul about anything I have seen or imagined. There are no parents and no cops will come looking, I swear."

"Hmmm, no parents? That simplifies the situation," The woman smiles, but her bright blue eyes seem cold as ice to you. "Just a sneak thief that nobody will miss."

"What? Hey, you don't need to worry about me talking. You can just let me go." You don't like the way this woman is suggesting that you won't be missed. Is she planning to have Karl kill you? "Nobody would believe me even if I tried to say anything. Please don't kill me."

"Kill you, Liebschen?" For a brief flash, there was humour in the woman's cold eyes. "Oh, you silly little creature, I have no intention of ordering your ****. You are too perfect to be disposed of."

"The Robinsons are on the waiting list for adoption, are they not?" The Doktor turns to address Karl. "It would be recompense for the distressing intrusion into their home if they were granted guardianship of our sticky-fingered guest."

"Mr Robinson would be a suitable...." Karl looks around the room at the bondage equipment. "...Authority figure. It appears he is well equipped for the handling and supervision of a delinquent."

"I shall leave it to you to contact The Robinsons," The woman tells the security guard. "Tell them our new arrival will be transferred to their keeping as soon as I have completed my post transition physical and mental evaluations at the clinic."