"You've given me a vagina!" I accused Anderson when he and Niemens were there together and they both looked at me as if I had gone mad.
"It's not a vagina," said Anderson, looking hard at Niemens who had begun to blush. "Look Web, I had to do something with all the stuff you had hanging down after the removal of the diseased tissue. I was trying to save all I could and not leave you with o basic plumbing in your lower body."
"If it's not a vagina, why him?" I asked Anderson looking at the OBGYN.
"It's not a vagina," Niemens cut in quickly. He smiled. He had a much nicer bedside manner than Anderson. "A duct or a vent would be a good word for it. No, I work with hormone systems all the time and somethinhg like this," he pointed to my vagina as I insisted on calling it, "and what's inside you, what GEorge has preserved for his planned pinile contruction, which I thknik will b fascinating... um, the hormones, yes, your hormones are bound to be knocke out of whack."