Your name is Drew, a male about 20, and life so far has sucked. Rather badly so far. After just losing your job in the U.S. about week ago, you and girlfriend, a beautiful 21 year old named Crystal decide that this would be the time to start over. The money the two of you saved over the past two years was saved for this sole reason: To get out of the country and to make a new life in the U.K. Simple, right?
...Wrong...
It had been difficult saving up enough to move while going to school online, even if it was just a cheap apartment, and more still to afford to go to a licensed TF Clinic. The plane ride over was nerve-racking for you since that was the first time flying anywhere. So here you were, in a city were no one knew your name, forty five thousand dollars in the bank, standing in front of a actual TF clinic, and you were scared. Who wouldn't be? As you stare up at the large building, your girlfriend walks up behind you and places a gentle on your back, smiling.
"Geez, can you believe how hard it was to find this place?" she laughed a bit, "then again, London IS a big city!"
You smile faintly back, "Yeah..." The look on your face made it easy to see that you were worried. Crystal could see this.
"It's okay Drew," the love of your life said hugging you, "we'll get though this. I'm here for you." With a nod, you take her hand and walk into the clinic. After all, she had always been right. As you make you way into the building, you note how interior was lovely. Beautiful shades of violet and blue were the base color scheme it would seem. Before you get to far in, a tall man, aleast six-two, with white hair and a doctors coat holding a clip board stops you.
"Ah, you much be Drew and Crystal, correct?" The two of you stare him, surprised, as he continues, "Drew, you're name's on here first, so guess what? You're first. You came in for a animal TF, correct?" You sigh as you...