I wasn't to keen on the idea of going through life pretending to be this girl so I said, "Hell no" and a few other words. That's when the third doctor spoke up. "Mr. Dover, you were adopted, right", he asked? "More like bounced around foster homes my whole life. My real parents died when I was a baby", I snapped back. This has always been a sore subject for me. The doctor then leaned forward and said, "You should know then that was a lie. There is a reason you were a perfect match for Nichole. She's your sister. The genetic tests do not lie". That news hit me like, well a truck. "My parents are alive and they gave me up", you mutter as your mind fills with questions? The doctor then says, "Judging by your age and the records I've managed to access I'd say you were born when your parents were still in high school. I can only guess that to avoid scandle they gave you up. This is your chance though to find out the truth, or perhaps have the live you should have had". I knew this doctor was attempting to manipulate me. He found my sore spot I'd hidden for years. God knoes I knew a con. I lied my way into the pants of plenty of girls. It seemed fate had a since of humor. Even though I knew I was being manipulated I was tempted.
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