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"Rachel, Rachel, I've been thinking,
what a grand world this would be..."
- Traditional Campfire Song
A Life Ever Changing #17
Rachel, Rachel
By Angel
I slung "my" purse over my shoulder and we were off to my
Doctors....
I stepped out through the door and into a new world. I felt
every breeze! My senses were treated to new sensations. I
had been on sensory overload going on two days! Brain and
body overload was coming I could feel it! My mind went in
fifty million different directions all at once, trying to
keep pace with so much new information. I had to slow it
down and approach this in some sort of order.
I actually felt dizzy, lightheaded and my breathing had
lost its regular automatic pace. My heart was pounding I
could feel my pulse beating hard and fast through my veins.
It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on things
clearly with my eyes. Everything I tried to look at was
only a blur.
The car door opened and Grace helped me inside. "FOCUS" she
was telling me. I tried to focus and was able to sit the
proper way a young lady should; sweeping her dress under
her as she sat. I looked up and saw Grace blur in and out
of focus.
I tried to tell myself to "get it together" but failed. I
was losing my control! I felt Grace fastening my seat belt
and the door closed with an echoing slam. In my ears I
heard slam, slam, slam. I laid my head back and tried to
relax. My mind swirled like a carnival ride. I moaned and
rolled my head from side to side. I heard a soft echo
saying, "Relax, relax, relax." It did not help.
I felt the car start to move and that was all I thought for
awhile. All I did was feel. I felt everything. I was awash
with feelings. I cried and I did not know why.
The tears fell and fell and fell. They flowed heavily down
my cheeks and neck soaking into my dress. I could feel
their wetness as the tears flowed taking the easiest path
off my face and down my neck. I tried to push my head
harder backwards and the tears wetness found my ears. Still
I cried.
I could hear a slight sound echoing in the background but
could make no sense of it. I felt a hand on my left hand,
but it felt cold and uncomforting. I felt an intense heat
deep within me radiating outwards spreading its warmth all
around me. I tried to move my hand away from that cold
touch but I could not make it move. I was frozen in place,
awash in heat and tears.
My crying sobs were soft but steady and rhythmic. I lost
myself in that rhythm. I focused on that rhythm and slowly
began to regain some control. I could hear again and the
soft sounds I heard were Grace telling me everything was
going to be better soon. She kept calling me Rachel.
Rachel? Was I Rachel?
As the tears flowed and the sobs continued I looked at
myself. I looked at my hands and they were a girl's hands.
Long fingers ended with manicured rose-colored nails
tapered, shiny and smooth. Long bare arms hard with muscle
were smooth and hairless. I saw breasts outlined through a
white dress with roses. There were rose-shaped buttons
fastening it close to my upper body. The waist looked small
and was covered with a wide belt that matched the dress; it
made my waist stand out from the hips. My hips looked wide
and full. A flowing light dress loosely covered my thighs.
I could see their outline clearly though. They looked hard
and shapely. My knees were covered by flesh colored hose
that continued downward and disappeared into a pair of
rose-colored shoes with short tapered heels. The heels came
to a point the size of a dime.
My sobs had stopped, when? Tears no longer fell from my
eyes as I reached for the hidden mirror. I pulled down the
sun-visor and saw Rachel. She had been crying, her were
eyes red. Her face and neck had tears slowly drying leaving
their path clearly marked. Her lips looked puffy and full-
colored with a deep red gloss. Her complexion was very
smooth and soft.
But her eyes, her eyes are what held me! Hazel eyes with
many colors flashing through them! Large, sad, confused
eyes that would not release me from their gaze. I saw the
lashes dance downward and upward blinking; trying to clear
away the burning haze left from crying.
I felt sorry for this pretty creature, she was so sad and
confused. I smiled to reassure her that everything would be
okay. I would comfort her. She smiled back! A beautiful
smile it was! It made her eyes dance with light! I felt so
happy she had smiled back at me.
The sadness was gone but the confusion remained. Why was
she so confused? About what I wondered. So I asked her.
It was then I felt a tight grip on my left arm. Someone was
squeezing it! I looked and saw a woman. Grace! That is/was
her name! She, she what? She was talking to me with a
pleading look written on her features. She was saying,
"Rachel, look at me!"
I looked in the small mirror But Rachel was looking at me
not at Grace. I smiled and Rachel smiled. I looked back at
Grace and said, "She is pretty and I love her eyes and her
smile."
Grace got out of the car and opened my door. She took a
firm grip of both my hands and guided me free from the car.
She closed my door and took hold of my hand and arm. She
led me up to a big white house that had a sign hanging from
the front porch roof. It said "Dr. Marjorie Purnell
Pediatric Physician and Family Medicine."
I remembered her! She was my doctor. But, why was I here?
Am I sick? I could not remember why I was here. Grace led
me up the stairs. Funny it is hard walking in these shoes.
I looked down and saw red heels! What?
Grace hurried me along and opened the front door. She
hollered in a loud voice, "Marjorie we have an emergency!"
She practically pushed me inside as Dr. Purnell came
rushing toward us. She looked right into my eyes and said,
"Oh Lord!" as she took my other hand and arm. They led me
to an examination room and lay me down. Oh, that felt so
good! My feet were starting to hurt for some reason.
Marjorie told Grace to keep talking to me and she left. She
was telling me everything would be okay soon and to just
relax. Relax? Okay, so I settled back and just let my body
go limp.
It felt strange this body of mine. Something was pushing
against my head from the back. I felt that my hair was tied
in a ponytail. My lips felt a little funny and I felt them.
Something covered them and I felt and tasted them with my
tongue. Smooth and what tasted like my mother's lipstick.
Had someone kissed me?
Grace held both my hands in hers now. I could explore no
more with them. I did feel something different about my
chest. My hips felt different as well.
Marjorie came back and helped Grace unbutton my shirt.
Funny looking shirt! They stood me up and lifted it over my
head. I felt something cold swipe my shoulder and then a
sting.
I looked at Marjorie and she had given me a needle shot.
She looked very concerned. She was looking deep into my
eyes. She asked me, "Rich?"
I looked at her and said, "What?" I was quickly losing
consciousness. The both helped lay me back down and I just
drifted away.
I stirred and slowly eased my eyes open. I saw I was in a
softly lit room and I was lying on an examination table. I
tried to move but my arms were bound at the wrists, my legs
bound at the ankles. WHAT? I was covered with a sheet and
as I looked down I saw two raised areas on my chest. What?
Slowly everything started coming back. Memories of recent
events came in pictures like snapshots as I tried to
remember. I was very thirsty and asked the semi-darkness in
a loud but controlled voice, "Could I have some water
please?"
I heard footsteps, two sets coming closer. The door opened,
Grace and Marjorie came over to me. Grace said, "Welcome
back, sleepy head." She turned and went a little ways and I
heard water running.
Dr. Purnell took a small flashlight and shined it into each
of my eyes. She smiled and told me she was going to turn
the lights on now.
I said, "Great, but why am I tied up? I have to pee badly."
Marjorie turned the lights on then and I blinked at the
sudden brightness.
She answered me, "For now you must remain restrained until
I talk to you some. We are all very worried about you and
we don't want you to hurt yourself."
What? Hurt myself? I said, "Why would I want to hurt
myself? That would be a stupid thing to do!"
Grace held a glass of water with a straw as she let me sip
greedily from it. Oh, that tasted so good! I turned to look
at Marjorie and said, "Look, I don't have any desire to
hurt myself or anyone else. I just have been overloaded
with so many different things all in a very short time. I
just need some time to catch-up with it all so I can put it
all in some type of orderly reasoning."
They both looked at me and smiled. Grace held a urinal in
her hands and pulled down the sheet. OH FRAPST!
I looked down and saw I was wearing nothing at all! My
breast forms were still attached, as were my hip extenders.
Funny, if you did not know they were there you would never
have noticed! Anna had done a fantastic job. I was finally
able pee and it was a big relief! That done I was covered
again and Marjorie asked me if I was ready to talk with her
and I said "Sure."
About three hours later Grace and Marjorie untied me and I
was free. I sat up and rubbed my wrists and then my ankles.
That felt good! Had we really talked that long? Things made
a lot more sense to me now.
The biggest concern they had had was when I split myself
into two people. Rachel was in the little mirror and Ricky
was trying to find out why she was confused and sad. Ricky
was attracted to Rachel and thought she was pretty and
Rachel seemed to be attracted to and also trusted Ricky.
The problem came to a head with trying to communicate with
each other. The eyes had said it all, but Ricky just
refused to see. OVERLOAD! Time for some deep dreamless
sleep! Time to talk to and solve the problems with someone!
Things had moved too quickly for me and the speed of the
change triggered many deep feelings that were hidden and
desperately needed to surface. When they did surface it was
in one big sensory overload!
The seven P's were back and in full swing. I was ready to
face the next part of my ordeal. The examination and
possible cosmetic surgery was next on the list. I stood up
and raised my arms for a big stretch. Oh, that felt good.
Grace helped me into a hospital gown and then led me to
another examination room. It said "GYN Exam Room 2" on a
little sign above the door. I knew this was coming and I
WAS ready. So Grace helped me out of my hospital gown and
now completely naked again I was examined by Marjorie.
She checked everything as she had done once before a few
months ago, but this time it was a little different. She
kept looking at the pictures Grace had brought with her and
then examining things even closer. She spent a lot of time
with my fanny! Then she had Grace help me onto the exam
table and adjusted these metal stirrup things for my feet
to rest in. She made the adjustments so my knees were bent
upward, back and far apart.
It wasn't a very comfortable position to find oneself in!
Very EXPOSED was the feeling I had. More exposed than
anything I had experienced before. I now knew how a girl or
woman must feel held in this same position! Exposed and
vulnerable was what came to my mind.
Marjorie pulled over and sat on a stool with wheels and
turned on a light, which she pointed right on my groin
area. Grace held a tube of something and when Marjorie held
out one of her gloved hands, Grace squeezed a glob of it on
the tips of her fingers. Marjorie told me she had to
examine and feel inside me and to try and relax. SURE I
WILL!
I felt a cold wetness and pressure as she slid first one
then two fingers inside of me. OUCH! She told me to try and
relax again. SURE I WILL! BULL FRIPSY!
She moved all around in there and she then touched
something that made me jump! What was that? She removed her
fingers and said to Grace, "Prostate small and
underdeveloped." Grace wrote this down.
Marjorie said a few more things in a language invented by
aliens, I think, and then took of her gloves. She washed
her hands as Grace cleaned me up down there. Then Marjorie
came back and put on another pair of gloves. She sat and
examined my most private of areas.
The only thing that surprised me was when she said, "Testes
small and underdeveloped for this age." What? Oh no! I did
have a problem! I wasn't average at least? I was ashamed of
myself. I could tell you more, but I will leave it there.
What did result was Marjorie did explain that everything
else was normal of size and condition. I trusted her to
tell me the truth; she had never lied to me.
It was time for my decision. Marjorie explained that with a
new procedure there would be no cutting or actual changes
made to me. She said they were just temporary cosmetic
changes and they would work perfectly with me. She told me
that with my testes being underdeveloped my discomfort
would be minimal and only last a second or two. She did say
they would be using a few stitches, which no one would be
able to see.
She showed me a picture of what I would look like there
after she was done. I could not believe it. I saw a girl's
groin, and Marjorie assured me that this picture was taken
of what used to be a boy and that everything a boy had was
still there. With that I agreed and they both smiled.
She asked me if I had to pee and I did so Grace held the
urinal for me again. I was done and Marjorie was busy
setting thing up when Grace came over with some diapers.
What? She told me that I was going to be numbed up and I
would lose control for about four to six hours after the
procedure and the diapers were for my own comfort and her
car seats protection. She said this with a chuckle. I also
saw a pair of pale pink plastic pants. Oh FRIPSY! (No
disposables back then dear readers!)
Marjorie came over as Grace slid the diapers under my butt,
having me lift my fanny for her. Marjorie then told me that
this next step was to clean the area real well and it would
be very cold. IT WAS! She changed gloves again and told me
this part would sting for a few seconds. IT DID! OUCH! Then
she told me she would be back in a few minutes.
I just lay there with my fanny in the air with my legs
spread wide. I felt my groin going numb and soon I could
not feel anything at all down there.
Marjorie came back then and washed her hands she put on
another set of gloves as did Grace. She sat on the stool
again and asked Grace to hand her certain things.
I felt pressure and then a few tugs but that was all. I
could see Grace and she was smiling real big. She looked at
me and said, "Rachel it is, for awhile," and she smiled at
me. Marjorie put something against me for a few seconds and
then looked up at me and smiled. She said, "Rachel, you
look exactly like any girl now." She held a mirror for me
to see myself and I was surprised that I did look just like
a girl down there!
All I could say was, "WOW." She smiled and stood up. Grace
went over and pulled up and fastened the diapers and freed
me from the stirrups. She helped me sit up and slid the
plastic pants over my feet and up my legs. She helped me to
stand and it was a little difficult at first. She pulled
the plastic panties up the rest of the way. Marjorie told
me I could get dressed now.
Grace helped me into all my clothes leaving the thong and
panties off, we just put on the pantyhose. I was Rachel
once again, but this time I was ready to be her. After this
she wiped my face off with a cool damp cloth and helped me
re-apply some more lipstick. I was ready to go home...
Becky
- 12.01.2021
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