Phone rang. “Caucasian, Milk Chocolate, Plain Chocolate, Matt Black what?”
“What does that matter?” he asked
“Skin colour, we have to do a graft, it don’t keep, skin don’t,” I explained, “We get it fresh from Pathology usually, Black’s easy, ten a penny young blacks, knife victims and shootings mainly but Arab can be a bugger, and most Caucasians are either pissed up or drugged up or bloody ancient dead from natural causes, If you want a cunt we use pigs intestine.”
“Oh,” he said. Xxx He fucking rang back, “Do you mean I can’t get a sex change without living as a woman for two years. “You OK mate?” I asked. “Is that sex change clinic?” this twat asks. “Oh yes sorry,” he said. “Hell – Oh” I says casual like . “Yes, that’s what I want,” he agreed. “You suggested breast implants,” he continued, “If I grew
