One Night in Bangkok
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Uri, Carla, Alexander, Najwa
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PERTH, AUSTRALIA
The postman walks by an empty lot, stops for a moment, checks the address on the registered mail envelope from the UK, walks further past a parked fully equipped Honda Goldwing motorcycle and enters a Pawn Shop. A fat man in his mid-forties sits on a stool behind the counter—desperatly trying to pull a tape stuck in a VHS player.
-Wow, Ricky. What have you got for me today? Looks formal! murmurs the shop owner as he catches a glimpse at the postman's envelope.
-Not for you Bob, actually these are.
The postman hands a stack of letters, mostly government mail, to the shop owner.
-Shit, thanks for the good news. Next time, drop them in my smoker outside.
-How I'm I going to keep my job if you don't pay your taxes, teases the postman.
-That's actually my plan Ricky. Why do you think we're going out of business. Because of all your Amazon and E-Bay deliveries.
-Well, I'm sure you're doing well, replies the post-man. Isn't this a new motorbike you got parked outside.
-Not new. But a shiny one, right! replies the shop owner still busy levering a screwdriver in the VHS player.
The postman smiles at the owner and gets ready to leave.
-By the way Bob, 226 Darwin Road, that should be right next door right?
-Well here is 224 and there's nothing till Howie's petrol station, which is what?
-320.
-Guess they screwed up then. What's the name?
The postman peeks at the envelope again.
-Anastasio Xanthis, 226 Darwin Road, Perth, Australia. No postcode.
-Never heard of that name...
-Ok then, thanks, good luck with the technology, replies the postman as he opens the door.
And just before the door shuts, fat Bob adds.
-I think I remember that there were issues with some neighbors, Greeks I think, regarding an unsettled land dispute when my old man bought the building... There are foundations a few yards from the road there. I don't know.
-Well. Need a signature, so I guess this one will go back to England!
The postman leaves the Paw Shop and notices the cut out rusted 45 gallon drum with a grill just outside.
CHAT PLASTIC SURGERY CLINIC, BANGKOK, THAILAND
Doctor Chat, a Thai man of Chinese origins sits behind his glass desk as he is briefing Uri about the logistics of the sex reassignment surgery.
-SRS is a complex surgical procedure which needs a specialized set of skills and knowledge for transforming a male to female with the best possible aesthetic appearance and function. The concept is to make the new genitalia look as real as a biological woman in every way. I'm very happy with my artistic techniques of non-penile inversion which makes me very flexible. I can assure you that I will apply my skills and experience to achieve good sensation, natural look of female genitalia and perfect function for intimacy with your partner.
Uri nods with a grin. The doctor's nurse, who has been standing by him, invites Uri to the lean on the examination table in the adjacent room.
-Miss Pamela, please remove you clothes so that Doctor Chat can examine your body.
As Uri undresses, the doctor approaches and comments.
-Oh, you are circumcised!
-Yes, as you can see. Replies Uri, perplex. Is there anything wrong.
Doctor Chat grabs Uri dick and pulls it, then grabs his balls.
-Well, the more skin we have to work with, the better the results are. Scrotal skin is the most important and that's good but penile and prepuce skin is crucial to form the lip-like fold. In your case, we have no foreskin and not that much penile skin...
Uri gets kind of defensive.
-Well, when it get hard, it extends to a normal size....