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A Different Plane Of Existence Part 9 free porn video
By Karen Page
Edited by Angel O'Hare
Part Nine
"Your movement isn't as masculine as it was," stated Kelly, "and your voice
is getting there. What I think you need is a day out of the house, where you
can see what it's like being Charlotte in public."
Charlotte turned white. "Are you sure I'm ready?" she asked fearfully. "What
if I forget and walk like a boy and what about my voice? I don't know if I
can do it."
"You'll never know unless you try," patiently replied Kelly. "You've been
here five days and you can't stay cooped inside for the rest of your life.
Tina yesterday performed a full facial clearance and you have no facial hair
visible. In a few days you might have a bit of re-growth which would make
this trip difficult."
"How much longer will Tina need to work on my face?"
"It's difficult to tell, but Tina doesn't think it will take much longer.
Since you'd only just started to get some facial hair, there wasn't much to
remove and it isn't that strong. It just depends on growth rates and how
long some hairs stay in hibernation."
"What about school? When do you think I'll be able to go back?"
"You're certainly not like most children," Kelly said with a laugh. "Most
children would love to have time off."
"I get board if I'm not learning. Also I have my GCSE's next year. I don't
want to fail due to this."
"Well if you keep improving at your current rate, then you might be back in
school after half-term. Now, besides your nerves, is there any other reason
not for us to venture out?"
"I think I'm coming down with something. I felt all strange in my legs since
yesterday. A sort of ache is the only way I can describe it."
"Do you ache all over?" queried Kelly, her voice full of concern.
"Not really, mostly just my legs and tummy."
"Let me take your temperature," said Kelly as she reached for the first-aid
box.
Kelly removed an ear-thermometer and added the required disposable cover.
"Hold still," Kelly said sticking the end of the probe into Charlotte's ear.
When the machine beeped, Kelly removed it and peered at the readout. "Your
temperature is a little high but nothing to be concerned about. I have
something which should help you during our outing."
Kelly took a box from the side and passed it to Charlotte. Silently
Charlotte opened the box and removed two small breastforms.
"Are these for me?" Charlotte asked her eyes showing a slight panic.
"Of course they are for you. I don't need them, do I?"
"No, I suppose not. However, I don't have a bra on."
"So let's go upstairs and find you one. I'll also fix the forms onto your
chest so you don't have any worries about them falling out."
"That would be embarrassing," Charlotte confirmed with a nervous laugh.
"Now I don't want you to glue them on yourself until you have been shown how
to do it properly. You can wear them loose but only I will affix them. After
I've done your breasts, I'll also try and comb your hair into a more
feminine style. It is short but something might be possible."
"Okay," Charlotte replied, "Lets do it."
Charlotte started walking to her bedroom when, just before she reached the
stairs, she came to a complete stop. She started to grab her tummy and bent
slightly as she felt an awful cramp there. When she suddenly felt damp in
her panties and felt sick, she dashed into the downstairs toilet groaning,
slamming the door shut behind her. Kelly, who had been following looked on,
wondering what had gone wrong now.
Suddenly a great yell of anguish came from the toilet.
"Are you okay?" panicked Kelly, through the closed door.
"NO!" came the anguished reply. "Can you ring Dr Millard or Dr Smith and
tell them 'It's happened'".
"Tell them what's happened? What's going on? Are you okay? Let me in."
"No, you can't come in," Charlotte virtually shouted, her voice sounding in
tears. "Please just ring Dr Millard. They will understand. Once they've been
told, then I will need your help."
"What's going on?" demanded Kelly.
"Please just ring Charring Cross," pleaded Charlotte. "The sooner you ring
them, the sooner you can help me."
"Okay," conceded Kelly, as she reached for the cordless phone and address
book.
"Can I speak with Dr Millard?" asked Kelly when someone answered. "I'm Kelly
Baxter and I'm ringing regarding a patient called Charlotte."
There was a pause for a few seconds and then Dr Millard came onto the phone.
"Hello Ms Baxter, Tom Millard speaking. How can I help you?"
"I'm not sure," Kelly replied. "Charlotte asked me to ring you and say 'It's
happened'".
"Where is she now?" asked the reassuring voice of Tom Millard.
"She's shut herself in the toilet and is in tears. Do you understand what
she means, as she won't tell me anything else?"
"Yes, I understand. Dr Smith was due to visit tomorrow but I'm going to ask
her to set off now to check Charlotte over. The meeting she was scheduled to
attend will wait. Is that okay with you?"
"We were planning on going out. Can't this wait till tomorrow?"
"Not really and I don't think Charlotte will feel like going out. You'll
understand when you've talked with her. Tell Charlotte to tell you
everything."
"Okay Dr Millard. However, I don't appreciate being kept in the dark about
things like this."
"I'm sorry, but my hands were tied," he apologised. "Dr Smith should be with
you in about three hours."
Kelly hung up the phone and took a deep breath. She felt very frustrated
that she had been treated like this and didn't want Charlotte to see her
wound up. When she was calm she knocked on the toilet door and said, "I've
spoken to Dr Millard. He understood your message and said Dr Smith would
come to check you out. He also said you should tell me everything."
Charlotte unlocked the door, allowing Kelly to come in. "My period has just
started and I need your help. There is so much blood that I think I'm going
to bleed to death."
"Now you're not going to die. No problem, let me...YOUR PERIOD? How can you
be having a period? That isn't possible."
Charlotte showed the blood on her panties and on the toilet paper. "Remember
last week; the womb transplant?"
"You received your Mum's womb?"
"That's about the size of it," agreed Charlotte. "That is why I don't take
oestrogen tablets. I don't have to, thanks to the transplant."
"Let me go and get you a clean pair of panties and a tampon. Then we can
talk somewhere a bit more comfortable."
When Kelly returned she had all that was needed. "I've never had to teach a
girl this before, so please forgive me. All my student have already hit
puberty and can handle this themselves, though I always keep a large supply
in stock. First of all, you need to clean yourself up as much as you can.
The blood flows at intervals so you should be able to clean yourself."
Charlotte progressed to cleaning up. "This is quite messy," she commented as
she cleaned up.
"You better get used to it as this will happen every month for quite a
while. The next stage is to insert the tampon."
Ripping off the cover, Charlotte looked at the tampon. It looked like two
cylinders slid together; one end had a rounded dome that was split, the
other a hollow tube with a string coming out of it.
"Spread your legs slightly and push the rounded dome into your vagina until
you almost lose the grip of the top tube, hold that tube and then push the
bottom tube until you feel the tampon come out of the top tube. Pull the top
tube out and it should leave the tampon in place, up your vagina."
"It's not going in," moaned Charlotte after an initial attempt.
"You need to be firmer than that. Now push it in till you feel it enter the
cavity. That is it, then holding the outer tube with your fingers press the
bottom tube with your other hand until it enters the upper tube completely.
That is it; you have just placed the tampon in the right place. Remove both
tubes, and the string should be left."
"What's the string for?" questioned Charlotte.
"That?s so you can pull it out when you need to change it. You must change
it often otherwise you might get an infection. "
"How often? Every hour?"
"Not that often but it all depends on your flow. When you go to the toilet
you might want to change it then. Between four to six hours is what is
normally talked about. When you remove your tampon you mustn't flush it down
the toilet. Wrap it in toilet paper and put it in the bin in the kitchen.
When you are in places, such as shops, they might have special sanitary
disposal bins. Your blood flow will be heaviest for the first few days and
you might want to also use a panty liner. They have a sticky side so you can
stick it to your panties. Oh, and you mustn't flush the panty liner either.
"I'll leave you to get yourself sorted. When you're done why don't you join
me in the sitting room? It sounds like you've a lot to tell me."
Five minutes later Charlotte walked into the sitting room. She hadn't been
the bubbliest person, having had to deal with her parent's death and
subsequent funeral, let alone her own personal issues. Now there was a
slight hardening of her personality. Her face, rather than being unsure or
reflective had changed to a face of determination. She walked into the room
in a feminine style, but still meant business. It appeared that the fact
that she was having a period had stiffened her resolve and had given purpose
back to her life.
Kelly patted the seat next to her and Charlotte came and set next to her.
Waiting on the coffee table were two hot chocolates, its sweet aroma
tempting both of them to savour the warm sweet taste.
"Mmm," came out of Charlotte's mouth as she sipped the silky chocolate.
"This is a little tradition that my Mum gave to me when I got my first
period," explained Kelly. "Ever since then, I always have a hot chocolate
when I start. It is something I've introduced to other students, but I've
never had the honour of passing on the tradition to someone for the first
time. I've now managed to pass the tradition on properly."
"If I ever have a girl, I'll be sure to pass it on," Charlotte promised.
"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Kelly. "You will be able to have children."
"Yes, but they won't be biologically mine. They will be my half brother or
sister."
Kelly fell silent for a bit, "Are you okay about that?"
"It's the closest that I can get to being a parent. The chance to become a
father ended when I was impaled. This period has shown that there is a
strong chance that I can have children, so I now feel I have a future. I
always wanted to be a parent, so if the only way is to become a girl then so
be it."
"What about being with a man, so you can have a baby? Would you like to have
sex with a man?"
Charlotte nearly threw up when Kelly asked that. "No," she choked. "But that
is something for the future. I have the possibility; if I use it, is
something else."
"That?s very adult of you," commented Kelly as she sipped her hot chocolate.
"Is that why you seem more assured?"
"Am I? I suppose having the period just gives me a bigger reason to
succeed."
With the shopping experience abandoned, Kelly asked, "We have some time to
spare while we wait for Dr Smith and this is your special day. So what would
you like to do?"
"I don't feel like doing much," apologised Charlotte. "I feel so washed out.
Can I just watch a film?"
"Sure, there is a wide selection on the shelf. Why don't you choose?"
Charlotte had never been given the opportunity to choose before and she went
to look at the selection. To the top was a selection of educational videos,
some of which she'd already had the 'privilege' of watching. The rest were a
wide selection of films, ranging from weepies to a small selection of action
films.
"You have action films?"
"Some girls like them too," laughed Kelly. "Don't forget I'm here to help
you become the girl that you want. I'm not here to make a stereotype."
"I heard this one was a good laugh," said Charlotte reaching for a DVD.
"Kathy watched it a few times but I always avoided it. It's something I feel
like I missed doing with her."
"You are volunteering to watch this one?" asked an incredulous Kelly. "You
WANT to watch Miss Congeniality?"
"Kathy liked it," Charlotte replied defensively. "Isn't it any good?"
"Oh the films fine," hurriedly reassured Kelly. "Why don't we watch it
together and I'll prepare a salad while Dr Smith checks you out."
Kelly had only watched the film with girls that would rather poke there eyes
out than watch it. So watching it with someone who willingly wanted to watch
it was something of an eye opener.
At first Kelly worried how Charlotte would take the film. Would she see it
as pressure to confirm as a girly, girl? Kelly's worries however, were
unfounded as Charlotte sat back, and laughed all the way through.
"I've never seen Michael Caine so camp," she laughed at the end. "The way he
walked down the street was something I thought I'd never see from someone
who has starred in so many films."
"Obviously you've not seen enough Michael Caine. He played a gay man in
'Deathtrap' where he actually had to kiss Christopher Reeves on the lips."
"Oh, yuck!"
"If I remember correctly it wasn't the best onscreen kiss I've seen,"
confessed Kelly, her feet swept underneath herself. She was the most relaxed
that Charlotte had seen her since they'd met at the hospital.
As the titles scrolled up the screen, neither of them wanted to move and
spoil the lazy interlude. Unfortunately the doorbell had other ideas.
"Why don't you put the DVD away while I get the door," sighed Kelly.
"Okay," replied Charlotte, giving a small stretch. "and thank you. You have
really helped me."
Charlotte leaned across and gave Kelly a hug. This was only the second time
that Charlotte had unconsciously given a hug and it was the first time that
on realising hadn't freaked out.
The doorbell ringing a second time, forced them back to reality and they
broke their embrace. Charlotte had just put the DVD back on the shelf, when
Kelly came in with Dr Barbara Smith.
"How are you feeling?" asked the doctor when she saw Charlotte.
"Lousy, but apparently that is only to be expected."
"Her flow was also heavier than I would have expected for a first period,"
injected Kelly.
"That's expected," replied Barbara. "The organ has been menstruating for
twenty years so will not be as light as a normal first period."
"It's hard enough learning to be a girl, after so many years of being a
boy," retorted Charlotte. "Now I find that the newly installed girl bits
expect me to be used to it and operate at full pace."
"I know it's not easy, but think of what it gives you," reminded Kelly.
"I know and I am grateful that I can still be a parent."
"Why don't you go up to Charlotte's room and check her out there?" suggested
Kelly. "I'll go and make lunch."
"Just sit on the bed for a moment. Have you felt faint or dizzy at all?" Dr
Smith asked as she started to measure Charlotte's blood pressure.
"No, apart from slight aches and cramps I've been fine. I feel very under
the weather and don't really feel like doing much."
"That?s only to be expected," replied Dr Smith. "I remember my first period
and I screamed the house down. I'm sure yours was even worse. For me to see
things properly, I need you to remove your tampon. I'll put a disposable
sheet down so any leakage doesn't get on the bedding."
After twenty minutes Dr Smith was finished with all the tests. "Besides the
pain from menstruating, have you had any other pains?"
"No."
"Well you appear to be healthy. There doesn't appear to be any organ
rejection and you appear to be healing nicely. Give it a few more weeks and
a local GP won't be able to tell that you weren't born that way. I can't
give a full internal exam due to you menstruating. You should have finished
by next week, so I'll do it then. You can go and put a new tampon in. Do you
need any help?"
"I'll give it a go myself," replied Charlotte nervously. "I need to get used
to this."
It took Charlotte ten minutes to get things in correctly, but she was proud
of herself for succeeding. "It looks like Kelly taught you well and you have
been doing well with learning."
"Will I be able to go back to school after half term?"
"There's nothing physically stopping you from attending. I would like to
make sure you are fully passable first though. I don't want you to suffer
from any prejudice. Not all people are accepting of transsexuals and I'm
afraid that you might get lumped with that title."
"Even though this wasn't voluntary?"
"Yes. It just upsets some people and they become blind to the real person.
The number of people I've seen for SRS that have been assaulted at some
stage doesn't bear to think about."
With the examination finished they went down to find Kelly just putting the
finishing touches to the meal. "Just in time," she said as they entered.
"Take a seat and it will be with you shortly."
As they all tucked into the meal, Kelly asked, "How did the exam go?"
"Fine," replied Charlotte and filled Kelly in with the details. "One
question I've just thought of though. Since my womb was my mothers, will
that mean that I will go through an early menopause?"
"What causes women's ovaries to stop producing eggs is still unclear. Since
the trigger is unknown it is difficult to tell what will occur with you. You
might only be fertile for another ten years, or you might be fertile till
your fifty. Sorry that I can't be clearer."
Charlotte just nodded in acknowledgement as she was deep in thought. Dr
Smith was about to say something to jar Charlotte out of her trance but
Kelly shook her head to indicate Charlotte should be left alone.
Eventually Charlotte rejoined the others at the table, her eyes glinting
slightly, "I want to be a parent, but I don't know if I'll ever want to have
sex with a man. The idea fills me with dread and I might not have as long as
most people to get used to the idea."
Kelly opened her mouth to comfort Charlotte but Barbara beat her to it. "The
transplant was to give you the opportunity, if you wanted to be a parent.
It's there so that you have that choice. You have as much right as any
person, to decide if you want to be a parent or not. Your sexuality is your
own business so I'm not going to tell you to have sex with a man if you
don't want. Just be yourself and all will be fine."
"Are you sure?" asked Charlotte, her voice breaking. "You and Dr Millard
won't be upset?"
"Of course not," she replied looking at Charlotte like she'd totally lost
the plot. "All we want is for you to be fit and healthy and for you to live
your life to the fullest. Doctors are there to help people, not to tell them
how to run there lives. Before the accident you had the choice to become a
parent or not. All Dr Millard and I did was to restore that choice."
The relief was evident on Charlottes face as the tears started to tickle
down her cheeks. There was no sobbing and no upset, just the cry of a
thousand worries lifting off her young shoulders.
"Good speech," silently mouthed Kelly. Barbara Smith just smiled back,
pleased to actually do something other than surgery. Helping others was her
primary goal and too often she shut herself inside the operating theatre.
Yes, it was delicate surgery which the patients needed but she always felt
that something was missing. Dr Millard had often tried to encourage her to
be more patient-orientated but every time she talked to someone, she used to
get tongue tied and inadvertently said the wrong thing.
After the meal was finished, Barbara offered to help with the clearing up
but Kelly wouldn't listen. It was Charlotte, however, that settled the
matter. "Dr Smith, you are a guest. It would not be correct as a guest to
allow you to wash-up. Since Kelly cooked the meal, I will be washing up."
"You've learnt more than you've let on," smiled Kelly. "You will be glad to
know I washed up most of the cooking utensils as I went, so there isn't too
much."
"I'd better set off," said Barbara looking at the stately grandfather clock.
"I missed a lunchtime meeting and I'm sure that Dr Millard will want to
update me."
"Thank you for your help," said Charlotte giving the doctor a small hug.
"Your welcome," replied the shocked doctor.
The ringing telephone interrupted the goodbyes. Kelly moved away from
Charlotte and Barbara so she could take the call in private. "Kelly Baxter
speaking."
"Hello Kelly, this is Quentin Hobson. Is Dr Barbara Smith still with you?"
"Good job you called now, as she was just about to leave. Was it you who
intervened last week?"
"You should know better than to ask questions like that. Will you be free
from your current project to help during August?"
"Yes, I should be. I normally keep August and September free anyway so that
shouldn't be a problem. I'll get Barbara for you."
"It's for you," Kelly said handing the phone to Barbara. "I'd take it in the
sitting room where things are quieter."
"Hello?" said Barbara when she had shut the door behind her.
"Ah, Dr Smith, Quentin Hobson speaking. I'm sorry that you were unable to
attend the meeting earlier but I agree that patients must always come first
There are certain things that I was able to discuss with Dr Millard and Dr
Ruiz this morning that I need to cover with you. When you have finished
could you please come and see me?"
"Of course," replied Barbara a bit flustered. "Where are you located?"
"Ah, Kelly will give you directions. It can be a bit awkward to find the
first time you visit."
"Er, can I ask what you want to discuss?"
"Don't worry; there is nothing you need to prepare for. I'll see you in a
few hours."
"Bye," vaguely said Barbara as she hung up the phone. She sat holding the
phone in her hand for a few minutes, wondering what the meeting was about.
To get Dr Millard reinstated and all talk about Simon/Charlotte removed from
the press, Quentin must be quite powerful.
"Are you okay?" asked Kelly, making Barbara jump.
"How long have you worked with them?" Barbara eventually asked.
"A few years. What they do there might seem a bit dark and sinister to some
people, but they do a lot of good. I've never known them do anything
malicious."
"Quentin said you'd be able to provide directions?"
By the time that Barbara had been given directions, Charlotte had finished
clearing up in the kitchen.
"I'll see you next week," promised Barbara to Charlotte. "You are doing very
well."
Barbara climbed into her car and disappeared, watched by Charlotte and
Kelly.
"Let's go in," said Kelly as the car disappeared. "We should plan how you
want to go forward."
After Charlotte had taken care of her new needs, she joined Kelly in the
sitting room. "How are you coping with your period?"
"It's not the most comfortable thing in the world and I'm sure it will be a
great nuisance. Part of me is distressed about it; being born a man I should
not be having periods. However, there is another part of me that is thrilled
as it means I can be a parent, which I'm ashamed about."
"Ashamed?"
"I'm ashamed that I'm pleased. Being a parent means a lot to me. I'd much
have preferred to be a father but now I can only bare my half brother or
sister, but it is the best I can do."
"Do you have feelings with your shame? Do you want to cry, break a window or
maybe hurt someone?"
"No," Charlotte replied sounding shocked. "Of course not. I suppose I'm more
embarrassed. I get a sort of feeling in my stomach. Sometime I think about
it when I go to bed and might wonder why, but that is about it."
"Is it embarrassing, being a girl?"
"I don't know. I haven't been anywhere, so I don't know if I will be. You
and the doctors know that I didn't do this voluntarily so there isn't the
same worry."
"Do you think transsexuals that decide to have a sex-change should be
embarrassed or ashamed?"
"No, of course not. I have some of that conflict now, I have the heart and
soul of a man and I'm in a body that will slowly feminize. I've already had
a period which no transsexual ever will. I met a wonderful transsexual in
the hospital called Dr Sue. She has coped with so much to get to be the
person inside."
"Would you like to live as a man again?"
Charlotte thought for a moment. "Yes and no. I'd love to go back to the
situation I was in before the accident but I know that will never happen. My
desire to be a parent currently overrides my need to me a man. I don't know
if that will last but I'm willing to try."
"Would you be willing to try and go out as a girl tomorrow?"
"I suppose so," Charlotte reluctantly agreed. "I'm scared about it but
unless I do it, I'll never get over the fear."
"Tomorrow, after breakfast, we will go into Gloucester and we can look at
the docks and a few shops."
"What have I got myself into," thought Charlotte to herself as she
contemplated what the following day might bring.
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