"Oh darling of course I can....but it's not that simple" Andrea looked at the doctor for help.
"You see Mr Meadows, this is the first time this procedure has been successfully carried out in this country and there is no real legal precedent. Technically you are now Yulia Glinka and that in itself throws up several legal quandaries"
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well for starters your legal status in this country is currently only temporary" he replied
"You mean I have to move to Russia?!" I cried.
"Well...no...you see Miss Glinka arrived in this country to marry her fiancé, who is a legal resident and as I understand it your status will also be assured once your married next week" the doctor looked at the floor, whilst Andrea covered her mouth.
"What!? I have to marry a man next week or I get deported to Russia!? Have you both gone crazy?" I screamed. I glared at the doctor "No you will find an alternative or I will sue this hospital for all its worth"
The doctor cleared his throat. "Actually your current legal status prevents you from some action. Besides we had consent from both your wife and the donor's fiancé, who by the way gave his consent on the explicit instructions that you were to either marry him or be returned to Russia. I assure you your wife was fully aware of this and consented to a contractural agreement as such which also absolves the hospital from any liabilities"
I stared in horror at Andrea. "How could you do this to me?" I gasped.
"I'm so sorry Steve but it was the only way we could keep you alive and in he country. I didn't want to but I had no choice" she cried tears streaming down her face." I hope in time you can forgive me?"
Before I could reply, the door burst open behind me and a tall heavy set man with a shaved head and thick black moustache stood impassively in the door way. He was dressed in an expensive looking suit and spoke with an accent much like mine "Ah good I see your up. Come now Yulia, get dressed we must leave."
I looked back at Andrea and the doctor.
"Ah Miss Glinka, this is your fiancé Victor Abramov" the doctor replied.
"And you expect me to marry this man!?" I yelled balling my tiny hands into fists.
"No I expect you to marry me. We have already had these arguments whilst you were asleep. Now get dressed, I am in a hurry!" Victor replied harshly.
"Will you give it a rest!" My wife yelled before taking a deep breath "Mr Abramov, doctor, will you give us 10 minutes alone. I will help her get dressed." The doctor looked at Victor who nodded gruffly and they both left us alone.
"Andrea please tell me this is a nightmare and I'm still asleep. You seriously can't have agreed for me to marry that man...to live with him....as his wife?!" I screeched in my thick accent.
"Look I know how it sounds but think about it?" She tuned away to open the wardrobe "your alive and this way you get to stay and see the kids. Are you telling me that before the accident that if you were given this choice you wouldn't pay this price to stay in there lives and watch them grow up? I know I would and that's why I agreed ok?"
"and what do we tell Megan and Ben? That daddy is a woman now and married to another guy! That will screw them up for life"
"I know. They've already been told their daddy has passed away. Legally that's the case. But I made an arrangement with Victor. One of his business is a cleaning agency, so after things have settled down he'll hire you out to me a couple of times a week to help out at home and you can see the kids"
"as your maid!" I cried incredulously.
"And nanny. Look it's not perfect and I'm sorry if you hate me. But I had to make a decision in very hard circumstances. Look don't say anything else just think it over. We'll meet up in a few days when you've calmed down. Now put these on"
Andrea helped me strip and step put on a black lacy panty and bra set, I tried to ignore the label on the bra that said 'EE'. Next Andrea helped me step into a long sleeved leopard print Lycra mini-dress that showed ample cleavage and only just covered my ass. The shoes were a horrendous pair of open toed pumps with a 6 inch chunky heel and 1 inch platform, of course covered in a leopard print suede. I wobbled in them as Andrea fixed to huge gold hoops to my ears and helped put on several matching gold bangles to each arm so that I rattled with each move. Andrea told me that Victor expected me to be made up and pulled some make up out if a leopard print clutch purse I guessed was now mine. She showed me gown to apply mascara and eye shadow before coating thickly coating my collagen stuffed lips. When she was finished she stood away so I could see myself in the mirror.
"I look like a whore" I sniffled.
"Yes my whore" came Victors voice from the doorway "now come!"
Defeated I simply nodded. My wife, handed me my purse, kissed me on the cheek and turned away in tears. I wobbled over to Victor who held out an arm, aware of my discomfort on the teetering heels. We turned and left, I was forced to take tiny quick wobbly steps to keep up with him. I sniffed back the tears as I left to start a new life with my fiancé to the clicking sound of my slutty heels echoing off the walls...
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