Robert, 27, who was now a middle-aged woman, & dressed like a slapper, sat waiting for his number to be called out at the body claim centre to claim his own identity and register himself as a victim of the great shift.
He was on the verge of losing it when the person told him that a case had already been registered with his name and his identity, and that if he wanted to pursue his case, he would have to do it through the court, which could take up to six months.
He screamed at the person behind the counter and said to them what am I supposed to do for 12 months?
I have no money.
The person behind the counter said we can put you up in a motel and give you some food stamps to help you through, onto the court can hear your case but apart from that you've got to make the best of it and try and survive.
Robert just looked at the person behind the counter and said You're telling me I am going to have to live like she did?
I am going to have to stand on the street and sell my whole to any man who wants it?
The person behind the counter blushed and just said there's a massive backlog, and this could take ages, and we cannot support you forever.
All I can tell you is that it's the best we can do, and hopefully, this will be sorted out before the end of the year.
Robert stood up unsteady on the high heels grab the vouchers arrange to see one of their pro bono lawyers and headed out of the building back to the cheap motel he had been staying in to consider what is next move was going to be, as he waited for the courts to hear his case.
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