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Change, Change, Change: See What's Become of Me Johnny awoke somewhat confused. The room seemed familiar but he couldn't place it right away. Sandi's voice could be heard and her words became clearer as his mind recovered from the anesthesia. "Welcome back, Sleepy Head," she said kissing him lightly on the forehead. "Mary should be here shortly to check on you but everything went as planned." A pain emanated from Johnny's midsection as he turned towards his wife. "Damn! I'm not sure a couple of million sit-ups wouldn't have felt better than the way I'm feeling now," he moaned. "That's completely understandable considering how much fat she removed from your waist, arms, and chin," she explained. "What's with the bridle?" he asked as the felt the tight strap going around his head. Before Sandi could answer Mary was standing by his bed. She answered the question for Sandi. "Johnny, the strap around your head and under your chin is to help shape your neck and jaw line," she said as she checked the tautness of the strap. "Likewise, the waist supporter you are wearing is there to allow your waist to set properly." Johnny let his hands feel down his sides as he fingered the satin cloth encasing his stomach. "You've got to be kidding! How long do I have to wear this thing?" "I'll remove the neck strap in about a week," Mary told him. "The support around your waist must remain there for a month." Johnny pulled the covers back to look at the waist support. Expecting a white canvass, hospital style back brace, he rapidly blinked his eyes refusing to believe what he was seeing. The creation he was wearing was far from the utilitarian structure he anticipated. The first thing he noticed was the color--somewhere between a peach and a light pink. The item was longer than expected going down to just above his groin and upward to the middle of his chest...at least he thought it was his chest. This device was built to come to the middle of the sternum with cutouts on either side. Constructed as it was, the cut outs seemed to be filled to overflowing with his breasts. "Mary!" he complained. "Where the Hell did you get this thing? It doesn't look like anything a hospital would carry. The way it fits, it looks like I'm built like Dolly Parton!" Mary laughed at his observation. "Well, hardly like Dolly, at least not yet." "What the Hell do you mean 'at least not yet'?" he said as his eyes left his chest and looked at her with fear. "Calm down and I'll answer your questions. First off, the waist shaping device you are wearing is a corset. I had it shipped here a few days ago in anticipation of your surgery. The reason why I chosed this model over the stiff hospital type is that I have found my patients are more comfortable in satin than in the stiff canvass material of the standard surgical waist support." Although stiff and confining, Johnny agreed the material was probably more comfortable than some other choice but still wanted explanation of the "at least not yet" remark. Although Mary and Johnny were about the same age, he felt like a child whose mother was explaining a simple concept to him. She looked down on him and smiled. "Fat has to go somewhere. Since we removed all of the fat permanently that gave you a 'beer gut and love handles', if you add weight it will likely go to you hips and bust just like a woman." "What?" he complained. "You're telling me I'm going to grow tits!" "No! You will not grow breasts," she said emphasizing the proper term in lieu of the slang, "as long as you watch your weight. You know that part of the Sampson serum slowed down your bad male hormones. As far as fat distribution, you have been in a kind of neutral state. Men normally gain the majority of their weight around their waists. Women gain weight around their hips and at their breasts. With no fat cells around your waist and being in a neutral state of fat distribution, any weight gain will likely be more like that of a woman." "So, the bottom line is you will experience a new type of weight gain," she summarized. "The first pounds you gain will be added to your hips and breasts. That area will also be the last area to lose weight." Sandi added, "A moment on the lips, forever on the hips!" "Why didn't you remove the fat from around my..." he hesitated not wanting to offend but even more so, not wanting to use the word in reference to his body, "around my breasts?" he asked. "Liposuction cannot be used in that area of the body," she informed. "Breast size can be reduced but it is a major surgical procedure." Johnny looked again at "his breasts" and determined that he would stick to his diet like his very life depended upon it. The fear of losing his masculine identity far surpassed the remote future possibility of an early grave because of his excessive weight. Sir And/Or Ma'am As the days sped by towards the opening of "Ladies Choice", Johnny got back into the routine of setting up the administrative side of the operation. Mary had released him to do any work except for heavy lifting for the foreseeable future. The chin harness was eliminated and the few stitches from the mini-face lift were removed. Johnny had accepted the explanation of the necessity to remove his facial and body hair for the operations but was looking forward to when it reemerged. Even now there were some hair beginning to reappear on his torso and arms. The facial hair was a little slower in returning although he continued to shave away the minuscule amount of stubble as it returned. The corset was extremely bothersome. In some respects he was thankful that Mary had restricted him from lifting. He couldn't bend properly at the waist with the corset cutting into his sides. Sandi showed him how to bend at the knees rather than the waist when he needed to pick something up from the floor. The construction crew was completing the initial work around the building. Johnny knew most of the men well enough to solicit their assistance when heavy lifting was needed. He explained that he had a bad back when one of the workers asked about Johnny's slow deliberate movements. The worker's were quite helpful as Johnny had been an easy going property owner during the construction. Johnny had also bought more than his share of beers for the crew at the "planning nights" on previous Fridays. His diet was going great. In the two weeks since the surgery he had lost eight pounds. The liposuction had removed seven more. A 40 pounds future weight loss now seemed quite possible. His "breasts" had diminished somewhat. They didn't appear quite so wide although their depth had not yet seemed to lessen. Since the corset seemed to frame the fatty area on his chest, he had taken it upon himself to discontinue wearing knit shirts. He now wore tight tee shirts under dress shirts to cover this area of embarrassment. Another month raced by as Johnny and the all female staff continued preparation for the opening of "Ladies Choice". He was as faithful in his dieting as any man had ever been. His weight was now 170 pounds, only 20 pounds from the ideal weight for a man of his height and build. The corset had been removed but not before it had sharply molded his waist. At 28" his waist line seemed to dip in before flaring back out at his enlarged hips. His weight loss could easily be seen in his face. His arms seemed almost frail which he attributed to the month of no lifting heavy objects. His legs were thinner, well, at least the lower portion. His thighs seemed a little smaller but seemed to be lagging behind in their reduction. His breasts were the most bothersome area. While the amount of fat on his chest seemed to have diminished, that which was left seemed to have formed up. They seemed even more pronounced against his ever shrinking torso. His new body seemed to cause confusion among the general public. On two separate occasions, he was referred to as "Ma'am". The first time it happened, he was in a department store looking for some new jeans to accommodate his smaller waist. A salesclerk asked, "Ma'am, may I help you find something?" At first Johnny didn't look up. The young woman came in closer and repeated, "Ma'm, may I be of any assistance?" Johnny turned around in shock and asked, "Are you speaking to me?" The embarrassed salesclerk was very apologetic about her mistake and referred to Johnny as "Sir" at least 5 times as if trying to make amends. On another trip to town, Johnny stopped for some sanitary napkins for Sandi. He referred to the note she had given him to make sure he bought the right brand, style, thickness, and number. He bought a diet drink for himself and stepped before the register to pay for his purchases. The clerk looked him straight in the eye and spoke in a hushed voice, "Do you find this brand to be comfortable? It's my time and I was thinking of trying this brand to see if they are more comfortable." Johnny was so embarrassed he quietly murmured, "They're OK," and tried to hurry out of the store. The clerk asked, "Will there be anything else, Ma'am?" He shook his head and hurried for the exit. When he reached home he found a note from Sandi saying she was at the salon interviewing potential hairdressers and would be in later. He had already decided that he would not tell his wife of the embarrassment at the pharmacy but he had to see why the clerk had thought he was a woman. He stood before his wife's large three way mirror in the master bath and tried to make a complete and thorough inspection of himself. Despite the tight tee shirt and the baggy dress shirt, a definite outline of additional mass could be detected on his chest. With his diminished waist, the large shirt seemed to tent on him. After a moment's reflection, he realized the shirt was a definite mistake. It made him look somewhat like Sandi did when she had borrowed one of his shirts. His old jeans had been cinched beyond his belt's ability. Johnny had punched additional holes in the belt to allow it to hold his pants around his diminished waistline. The way the jeans flared out at his hips was another area of ambiguity. He looked at the side mirror and noted that his butt seemed to protrude outward and had completely filled the seat area. He made note of the lack of hair on his hands, at his neckline and where he once possessed a dark beard shadow. His smooth complexion could cause some confusion, he reasoned. The most striking area was the hair on his head. His hair had grown to about 6" in overall length and, despite Sandi's weekly removal of 1/4", the length was getting out of hand. He noticed that the windblown mop seemed almost feminine. The color also seemed out of place. His new hair growth was extremely thick and much blonder than his original dark blond. All of the hair on the top was a light golden blond and was about 4 inches long. The ends of his hair on the side and back were about 6 inches long and in his original color. His hair appeared as if he was in bad need of a color job. A steel resolve filled his soul as he appraised himself to determine how he could regain his masculinity. He found a pair of pants that were looser in the seat and a different shirt that was a little tighter. He donned his western boots and headed for the door determine to change the one thing he could immediately control: his hair. Cut It Off Johnny drove back into town in search of a barber. He didn't want a unisex salon nor did he want the services of a hairdresser. He wanted a barber and preferably one who had worked in a Marine Corps boot camp. He spotted the rotating candy striped pole proclaiming "Ralph's Barber Shop" and hurried into the door of the one seat shop. Fearing another gender mistake, Johnny took the initiative and said in his most manly manner, "I'd like a haircut!" He felt much better about himself and decided to treat himself to a beer to celebrate his new short, manly hairstyle. He spotted a "BAR" sign a few doors down and headed that way. The cool, smoky atmosphere of a neighborhood bar was a welcome relief to Johnny. The bartender's remark of, "Can I help you, Sir?" validated Johnny's decision to cut his hair. He ordered a draft beer and immediately took a long drink from the frosty mug. He knew beer was not on his diet but had reasoned he would skip dinner to compensate for this indiscretion. The beer went down cool and filling. Having been released from the corset some time ago, he knew he could handle another without feeling bloated or needing to find the Men's Room. He ordered another beer and prepared to take another long drink. Instead, half of the beer sloshed into his face and down his shirt. "Hey, little man, get your butt out off my stool!" came a slightly slurred voice from behind. Johnny smelled the stale odor of cheap booze coming from the stranger's mouth even before he turned. Johnny turned to face his antagonist as the bartender shouted, "I told you to keep your ass out of my bar or I'd call the police on you!" The man before Johnny looked to be the epitome of tough. He had the look of someone who would kill his own grandmother without missing a beat. He appeared a little less than 6 foot but looked to be about 230 pounds of raw muscle. Tattoos ran from the back of his hands and continued until they disappeared under the sleeves of his "Life's Too Short to Ride a Jap Bike" tee shirt. "Real men sit here!" the stranger growled grabbing Johnny one-handed under the chin and slinging him several feet towards the front door. Johnny landed on his feet and stared at the man, too shocked to move. "Go find a fag bar where you'll feel more at home," the man laughed. Before Johnny could react the bartender shouted to the man, "The police are on the way! You better hit the bricks before they throw your butt back in the can." The thought of the police got the man's attention. He turned towards the bartender saying, "It aien't over between us. I'll catch you sometime when you can't call for help and then we'll see what you're made of!" He started towards the door but slowed, pressing his face close to Johnny's. "Too bad, sweetheart. I would have liked to see if you had any balls." Frustration and anger combined as Johnny landed three solid punches to the man's nose and jaw. Years ago, his three punch combination would have dropped any of his opponents but this guy didn't even stagger. He smiled as a trickle of blood flowed from his nose. Johnny raised his guard to block the man's first punch. Rather than deflecting the blow, he felt his own fist driven into his face. He felt, rather than saw, the second shot drive him across a table which crumbled beneath him. The punches continued to land all around his face and head. His attacker was sitting on his chest pounding away. The sound of broken glass stopped the assault. The bartender had broken a whisky bottle over the man's head. Johnny lay bleeding, crumpled on the floor. He opened his eyes and saw the bartender pinned against the juke box trying to hold off his assailant. He wasn't having much luck. From some inner source of strength he never knew existed, Johnny struggled to his feet, grabbed a wooden leg from the busted table, and limped towards the struggle. The bartender was still standing but was beginning to lose the battle. Johnny's first blow landed between the attacker's shoulder blades with enough force to cause the man to cease his attack and turn towards the blow. "To Hell with being Mohammed Ali!" Johnny shouted. "Let's see if you can handle Mickey Mantle!" The table leg splintered from the force as it landed squarely across the bridge of the man's nose. The weight shift Johnny had used caused his leg to give way and he fell spread eagle over the unconscious hulk. Johnny awoke a short time later as he was being placed on a stretcher. He saw two policemen struggling with the stranger. Despite being in handcuffs, it was taking both officers' full force to lead him towards the door. "I'll be back and next time I'll kill both of you bastards!" he screamed. A policeman and the bartender knelt by the stretcher. The bartender was holding a bar towel on his forehead and his right eye was rapidly swelling shut. The policeman spoke to Johnny, "I wouldn't lose any sleep over his threats. He's already on parole and is wanted for several bar robberies, assault, and attempted murder. He'll die in prison." "I wish that moron had waited until next week to come in here. By then I would have been retired and be living in Florida. Thanks for the help," the bartender said to Johnny. "I don't think I could have held him off much longer." Johnny turned towards the bartender's voice and tried to smile. "Couldn't you tell? Before you broke that bottle over his head, I had him right where I wanted him!" The paramedics interrupted. One led the bartender to a chair while the other began to work on Johnny. The short haircut yet feminine secondary sexual characteristics had him confused. Johnny's was covered with blood and was swelling so rapidly, he wasn't sure if he were addressing a feminine man or a masculine woman. "We've got to take you to a hospital. There's one about 25 miles from here and another about 35 miles. Got a preference?" "Do you know the new facility just out of town?" Johnny whispered not giving the young attendant any clue as to his gender. "Yea," replied the paramedic. "It's going to be a resort or something, isn't it?" The pain in his leg and head caused a muffled grunt to escape Johnny's lips. "I work there. The clinic is ready and there's a doctor. Take me there." A Real Fixer-Upper "Relax, Sandi," Mary said as they both looked down on the beaten man before them. "I've given him a shot to ease his pain. His injuries, while extensive, are not life threatening" "But, look at his face!" Sandi said. "He's so swollen! It's hard to tell it's him." "Don't worry," soothed Mary. "I have the power to make him look better than ever. The x-rays show that his nose is severely broken in two places. The orbital bone at his right eye is broken. His left cheek is crushed and his jaw has two hairline cracks. Fixing him up will be a challenge but in a few months, he can be better than new." "Are there any other injuries?" asked Sandi as she gently rubbed Johnny's forearm. "He has two cracked ribs," Mary explained. "I've already taped them and later we will put another corset on him to hold his ribs in place while they mend. I've sent the x-rays of his right foot to a friend who is an orthopedist to get her recommendation for treatment. She said she would come take a look today. I do not see any breaks but it is terribly swollen and discolored." The two stood in silence lost in their own thoughts before Mary spoke. "Why did he cut his hair after my warnings? I'm not sure of what to expect if The Sampson Syndrome kicks in." "I'm not sure," confessed Sandi. "I think he was worried about appearing effeminate." "Sandi, I've analyzed blood samples we took from him before his liposuction and some taken about and hour ago," Mary said. "His estrogen level before his first surgery was next to nothing. It's now about the same as a mature woman." Sandi gasped and looked at the two bulges on his chest somewhat emphasized by the elastic bandage Mary had applied around his ribcage. "I have a confession," Sandi softly replied. "What kind of confession?" "I've been dissolving one of my birth control pills in his coffee every morning for the last 2 months," Sandi sobbed. "Why in the world would you do that?" Mary asked in bewilderment. "I thought of what you had said concerning the girls with eating disorders how the estrogen in their bodies caused them to gain weight in the right places... and .... " Sandi answered trying to find the right words. "And what?" Mary coaxed. "And, I guess... well... if he was little more feminine in appearance, I think he would look better," Sandi said with a little more conviction as if gaining momentum. "I have enjoyed being in bed with him more now that his skin is smooth and not covered with all of that hair. I was hoping the birth control pills could delay any regrowth for a short time longer." "Hormones aren't to be played with, Sandi!" Mary scolded. "That is one of the reasons you have to have a yearly gynecological exam to get your birth control pills. Those little pills can severely damage a person's health in some cases." "Oh, I am so sorry," Sandi said near tears. "I love him so much! I didn't think the pills would do much if anything." "Well," Mary softened a bit, "to be honest with you, his estrogen level is much higher than what one birth control pill a day could accomplish. He has either gotten estrogen from another source or his body is now producing it at a woman's level." "How can that be?" Sandi asked. "Probably from The Sampson Syndrome I explained to you earlier," Mary replied. "If my theory is correct, his estrogen level will diminish as his hair re-grows. If he cuts it again later, the process starts anew." "What about his ...his, uh..." Sandi couldn't finish the question. "His manhood, to use a euphemism," Mary finished the question. Sandi nodded. "With an estrogen level this high, I doubt he could be a complete stallion but with the right foreplay..." Mary replied pointing to his chest. "Now that would be the best of both worlds! Someone soft everywhere but one place," Sandi giggled. Sandi became serious again and asked, "What about his face? Can you really fix him?" "As good as new or even better," Mary answered. "That will have to be your choice." "What do you mean 'better'?" Sandi inquired. "Well, if you like him to look a little softer, I can accomplish a new, prettier face." "Like what?" Sandi continued asking. "Men's and women's faces differ in a number of areas," Mary explained. "Anthropologists believe men's noses are longer and wider because men began as hunters and needed longer, broader noses for more air while they chased their prey. Johnny's nose is so mangled; I can shape it a number of ways. One of the easiest repairs would be to remove a portion of the nose resulting in a smaller, and hence, more feminine looking nose." Mary continued, "His jaw needs repairing. I could easily make his face a more oval shape by narrowing his prominent jaw. His cheek will need an implant where it was crushed. I could easily raise his cheekbones a little and make them more prominent. Finally, when I repair his orbital bone, I could raise his eyebrows a bit since women's brows are normally above the orbital bone and men's are level or below." "But, would he look completely different like he was a completely different person?" Sandi asked. "Sandi," Mary soothed "There has been a lot of damage. He'll never look exactly the same as before. The changes, in and of themselves, would be hard to pinpoint if someone who knew him saw him again. They would assume he looked relaxed and content. In essence, his new face could look like he would have looked if he had been born as a girl instead of a boy." "Am I hearing you right? Sandi pursued. "People will know he looks different but not know why." Mary nodded agreement. "In that case, I say we go for it!" Sandi said excitedly. "What about his getting his hair cut? I'm not so sure he will immediately see the difference the estrogen is making in his body and his going to outsiders could jeopardize the secrecy of our work," Mary remarked. "Can you imagine going to the same barber in two months with his hair 6" longer?" "Do you have any ideas as to how we can better control the risks he is taking?" Sandi inquired. "We could accelerate the effects the estrogen will have in the future if he continues cutting his hair," Mary said. "Like giving him another series of fat attracting shots in his breasts and hips. They could accomplish in days what would take estrogen alone a year to do." "And we could remove his body hair again," Sandi added. "He looks like a dog with mange now and he is starting to scratch me again where his body hair is coming back." "You do realize that another treatment could permanently eliminate most if not all of his beard and body hair?" Mary asked. "Are you O.K. with that?" "I'm fine with the decision," Sandi replied. "When can we start?" "I'll call Dr. Baxter and see when she can leave her practice to come and assist me," Mary stated. "It will sure be nice when she can leave the place she is working now and be here full-time. I'll also tell Charlotte to get the operating room ready." A Change for the Better Dr. Karen Baxter informed Dr. Mary that she could be at the clinic within two hours. Mary decided to use the two hours for all of the prep work preceding the actual surgery. Charlotte had set up the laser for hair removal and had prepared the fat attracting injections. This time she diluted the mixture with saline solution, as was the norm. The fat attracting serum was mixed to a 2-1 ratio meaning every other pound he gained would go to his breasts and butt. She then added a combination of estrogen and a strong anti-androgen. This combination would prove to be much more productive than the normal mixture. Mary informed Charlotte to set the laser a bit higher this time. She hoped to retard the regrowth of Johnny's body hair for several months. She decided a level 4 would be about right. Again, Charlotte set the dial to 9. A second exposure at this level would forever leave Johnny's body and face hair free. Mary was thorough. She started with the feet and methodically moved upward. She treated every square inch of both legs before turning her attention to his groin. She handled Johnny's penis and scrotum with professional detachment as she removed every single hair from between his legs including the crack of his butt. She cleaned up the inverted triangle at the bikini line until she deemed the area "perfect". The process continued as all of the hair on his arms and torso was removed. She didn't miss a trick as even the few hairs on his fingers were removed. Unlike the last time when some of the stragglers had to be removed by waxing, every hair seemed to release from beneath the skin and wipe away. Johnny was flipped over on his stomach and all of hair on his back and legs vanished from existence. Mary even took time to carefully shape the hairline on the back of his neck. He was turned again on his back so that Mary could concentrate on his beard. Inch by inch, hair by hair, the laser did the job. She used a smaller laser head to remove the hair on the bridge of his nose and to slightly shape the underside of his brows. Mary's final act was to remove what little sideburns were left from the last assault. With some time remaining, Mary took the syringes that Charlotte had prepared and injected the contents into his developing breasts and into his hips and butt. Mary and Charlotte cleaned all of the loose, dead hairs from his body and rolled him on a different gurney so he could be taken into the sterile operating room. "I am going to take a short break before Dr. Baxter arrives," Mary told Charlotte. "Please remove the laser and set up the implants and instruments for the surgery. I will be back shortly." Charlotte acknowledge Mary's directive and started moving the laser out of the pre-surgery room into an adjacent storage area. She returned in a couple of minutes and looked down on the denuded, sleeping man before her. With one quick move, she removed two additional syringes from her lab coat pocket and quickly spread Johnny's legs. Both shots were emptied into Johnny's scrotum. The syringes contained some of the anti-androgen she had added to the earlier mixture. When she was stocking the clinics pharmacy, she had requested the anti-androgen. The pharmaceutical salesman asked about this clinic being solely for women. Charlotte had assured him it was but explained that some women have manly traits because of an excess of male hormones. She had further explained that she suspected one of their first patients might be suffering from just such a condition. For a second time, Johnny lay under the bright lights of the operating room. Mary would be the lead surgeon with Dr. Karen serving as her anesthesiologist. Charlotte would serve as surgical nurse. Sandi would be there to add her input. The surgery progressed at a steady pace. Johnny's broken jaw was the first item addressed. Sandi and Mary had decided to shave away some of the jaw bone and insert a small implant to help achieve a perfectly oval face. Johnny's jaw was wired shut to allow the broken bones to set. The orbital bone above his right eye was repaired and his forehead was lifted to allow his eyebrows to rest in the same place as most women. His eyes now featured an exotic kind of cat-like slant. The nose presented quite a challenge. It was broken in two places and leaned severely to the left. Mary removed some cartilage before she reset the fractures. The rhinoplasty performed would leave her patient with a cute upturned nose after the swelling subsided. Mary turned to Sandi and asked, "How about shaving the Adam's apple a bit?" "I think that would be appropriate," Sandi replied. As Mary finished shaving down the distinctly male feature on Johnny's neck, a knock came on the door. A woman stuck her head in and asked, "Mary, would it bother you if I had a look at the injured foot?" "Come in Michelle. I see you have the x-rays," Mary said the woman. "Everyone, this is Dr. Michelle Trimmer. I asked her to have a look at our patient's foot." "Hello, everyone, if I won't bother your end, I'll examine the foot now," the orthopedist requested. "Feel free," Mary responded. Dr. Trimmer exposed the foot and began probing it a bit. Seeing the smallish foot and the total lack of hair, she asked, "How did she hurt her foot?" Mary saw no reason to correct her gender misconception. "She was attacked by a wanted felon. We think that either she fell awkwardly on it or perhaps the attacker fell on it. She was really in no shape to talk too much when she came in." "Well, it appears to be one of those good news/bad news things. There are no broken bones but her Achilles tendon has a slight tear," Dr. Tinner noted. "I'm not going to surgically repair it because it will regenerate if we can immobilize it for a while. It's going to be very painful to cast it later. Would you mind if I did it now while she's still under?" "Go ahead. Charlotte, would you show Dr. Tinner where the supplies are stored and help her get anything she needs?" Mary directed. "Certainly, Doctor," Charlotte replied. Charlotte normally called Dr. Watson by her first name except when in surgery where she was the ultimate professional. "Dr. Tinner, if you tell what you require, I will be glad to retrieve it for you." Dr. Tinner returned a short time later and set immediately to work. Mary was performing a few last minute details. Some dermabrasion had removed any lines around Johnny's eyes and mouth. A little collagen injected into his lips made them appear fuller and more sensuous. These changes would combine to leave his face hairless, without wrinkles, and making him appear years younger. They also combined to make him look incredibly feminine. Dr. Tinner quickly completed her work. "Mary, I've immobilized her foot by using a soft walking cast. After some of the swelling subsides, she should be able to walk without doing any further damage. I've pointed the toes down to take the strain off of the Achilles. Leave it on for about 4 weeks and then I would suggest she wears her higher heels for the next couple of months to allow further healing." Mary laughed. "Every other doctor in the world is recommending we throw away our high heels and here you are prescribing them!" "Didn't I tell you? The Italian shoe industry has me on retainer to give this diagnosis as often as possible," she kidded. "I've got to run. Have her make an appointment with me when she is feeling better and I will remove the cast. Treat me to a day of pampering when you open and we'll call the bill paid in full." "Thanks, Michelle. You've got a deal," Mary said. Johnny entire face was wrapped in bandages before they wheeled him to a recovery room. It was decided he would stay there so that Mary, Charlotte, and Sandi could take turns checking in on him. He could go back to his and Sandi's home to recuperate later. Before they left him to sleep, another corset was tightened around his waist. This one was antique ivory with an overlay of fine lace. This one also had a built in half-cup bra which Johnny properly filled after the laces were secured. Sandi reached into the cups to position the excess skin that had been force upward. As the three were leaving the room, Sandi turned and looked at her husband. The sheet was mounded at his chest. His hairless foot was resting elevated by a pillow. She noted the IV entering his arm that would provide nourishment for a while until he could begin taking liquids. The broken jaw would prohibit solid food for quite some time. She smiled to herself and thought, 'I can't wait to see how sweet you look when the swelling subsides and the bandages are removed. I hope you like your new look but, like it or not, you brought these changes on when you took upon yourself to cut your hair.' Discovering the New You He was kept sedated for several days. He awoke just long enough each day to realize he had been hurt and that he was still in considerable pain. Johnny would be unable to eat solid foods for six weeks. Sandi and Mary had reasoned that he could easily lose 20 or more pounds during this period. With a promise of increased breast and bottom size if he regained weight at a later period, they knew he would be very conscious of his diet. Mary discontinued the sedatives to allow her patient to regain his faculties. He awoke to see Sandi's smiling face. "Hi, honey. How do you feel?" she asked. "Do you see this spot just above my left elbow?" "I see it. Why?" "That seems to be the only part of my body that doesn't hurt," he solemnly stated. His dry sense of humor caused her to laugh. "Why can't I open my mouth any more than this?" he questioned. "Mary can explain everything." As if on queue, Mary entered the room. "How's our favorite patient?" Mary asked. "Do I win that award because I'm your only patient? You tell me, why do I hurt all over and why do I feel like The Mummy?" Mary checked the IV that would be Johnny's only source of nutrition for the next week or so. She answered his question, "You hurt all over because of your participation in a bar fight. From what I understand you played the Rocky Balboa part from Rocky II." "What?" "You remember, don't you? Rocky has the Devil beat out of him until the very end of the fight when he lands one good punch. The bartender said you sent your attacker to 'La-La land'." "I think I was a little late. What happened to me?" "Starting from the bottom and working up..." Mary began. "Your Achilles tendon was somehow torn and will need to remain in a cast for about four weeks. After that you will need to wear some special shoes until it can completely heal." She stopped for a moment and smiled at Sandi before continuing. "You have several cracked ribs. I've wrapped them and laced you into a support until they heal." "Damn! Not another corset!" His hands felt the satin that encircled his torso. "I just got out of the last one." "Sorry, but it is necessary," Mary stated. "As for all of the bandages, your face was badly damaged. As you can tell, your jaw was broken in two places. After I removed some of the splintered bones, I had to wire your jaw shut to allow the bones to mend." "I also had to repair broken bones in your cheek, over your eyebrow, and of course your nose." Seeing the fearful look in his eyes, she soothed, "Don't worry! You have been privileged to receive the care of one of the most gifted plastic surgeons this clinic has to offer." "Another best and only scenario," he noted. "Something like that," she replied. "Seriously, I believe you will look better than ever after the swelling and discoloration subside. I am going to keep you away from mirrors for awhile until I am ready to unveil my masterpiece." "That's OK by me," he agreed. "I'll trust you ability and judgment." "Thank you for the confidence, Johnny. I think you will be satisfied with the results of my work. I hope you won't be too distraught with the other changes." "What other changes?" he questioned. Her statement really had him concerned. "Let me ask you a question first. How is it that your hair seems so much shorter than when I saw you yesterday?" He hesitated for a few moments, pondering how to respond. Finally he said, "I went to town and got a haircut." Sandi interrupted, "Why did you go to someone other than me? Whoever cut your hair almost scalped you!" "I asked him to cut it short because I knew you wouldn't cut it the way I wanted," he stated. "Why did you want your hair cut so drastically?" Mary asked. Johnny hesitated. He was embarrassed as to his motivation but realized that only the whole truth would suffice. "I have been referred to as 'Ma'am' on at least two separate occasions recently. With my lighter beard, slimmer waist, the fat on my chest, and my long hair, I could see how someone could make that mistake. The only thing I could control was my hair length...so I cut it!" "Don't you remember The Sampson Syndrome?" Mary asked. "I remember about the DHT concentrating on the head hair or something." "Close! The lack of that particular type of male hormone wouldn't be missed because all of the manufactured gene therapy's effect would primarily be seen in the new hair growth on your head." "OK, I was close. So what's the problem?" "By cutting your hair, the changes brought by the lack of DHT are no longer concentrated to your scalp." "What kind of changes?" "The main visible change seems to be in your male body hair pattern or perhaps I should say, former male pattern." "What do you mean former?" he quickly interrupted. "All of your body hair and beard have just fallen out. I don't know how much of it will return...if any." Mary watched the look of concern and disgust on his face before continuing. "Then there are the changes brought on by the hormone differences." Suddenly the concern was replaced with genuine fear. "What hormone differences?" he asked. "Every woman has a certain amount of male hormone in her body just as every man's body produces a small quantity of estrogen. By cutting your hair, to put it in the simplest of terms, the hormones more associated with a woman that are in your body, have increased dramatically and have turned their full attention away from the hair on your head and are now working all over." "All over...." he whispered not able to fully form his thoughts. "For awhile you will experience many of the same things a girl faces when she goes through puberty. Your fat distribution will continue to concentrate around your hips and in your breasts. A thin layer of fat will be under your skin making it softer and smoother. You might also find yourself being somewhat more emotional." "You said for awhile. How long will this last?" he asked. "I'm not sure. The testosterone you produce is substantially stronger in the long run than the estrogen now present. If you allow you hair to grow, I'm sure that over a period of time, things will turn out like they should." Mary did not know of Charlotte's injections into Johnny's testicles which will hinder the production of sufficient testosterone for a much longer period than she anticipated. "Don't spend too much time worrying about the future. Your immediate future has already been planned," Sandi interjected. "Such as?" Mary took over. "I want you to stay in bed for the next two weeks." Before he could interrupt she explained, "You will feel progressively weaker as you mend due to the fact you won't be receiving the same kind or amount of food for which you have grown accustom. I will remove the wires from your jaws in two weeks and then we will allow you to begin eating solid foods. "You also have to stay still so the ribs can mend as well as the Achilles tendon tear. So for the next two weeks, all you have to be concerned about is resting and getting well. Since we all have work to do before the opening, I'll leave a two-way radio phone here by your bed. When you need something, one of us will only be a few minutes away." Having no choice, he agreed. Days passed in boring repetition--hours of inactivity, loneliness broken only by the visits from his wife, Mary, or Charlotte. Each of his visitors brought their own agenda. Charlotte was all business. She would check the IV and change it when needed to insure Johnny would receive a form of liquid nutrition. She would always administer pills that she told him was to make him better. She would leave a pitcher of cold water which he could sip through a straw and empty the catheter as needed. Mary was professional and yet very caring. She would always ask how he was before taking blood or unwrapping and rewrapping the gauze that covered him from the bottom of his neck to the top of his forehead. Mary was always reassuring. Once when she had the bandages off, she said, "You are going to be so pretty after the swelling goes down!" "You mean handsome, don't you?" he corrected. "Oh, yes, very handsome, indeed!" she replied. Sandi's visits were the ones he looked forward to the most. She was the least professional, treating him more like a child who needed to be mothered. "How's my baby?" she would ask when entering. Sandi took the responsibility of sponge bathing him every evening. She always ended the bath by rubbing his entire body with a fragrant moisturizer. Sandi never mentioned her ulterior motive. By applying the lotion, she would check him for any body hair. She was very pleased to find each time that the only hair below his thinner eyebrows was the small pubic triangle. The lotion had a bleaching effect on the skin. Slowly his skin was becoming a flawless peaches and cream consistency. The inactivity and the hormones had begun playing havoc with his musculature. His biceps and triceps seemed to melt away. Sandi would massage his shoulders and arms with long strokes to facilitate the conversion of male muscle pattern to longer female patterns. One of Sandi's ongoing fantasies was to relive the time when she had transformed Johnny's hair and face to that of lovely young woman. She saw no harm in indulging herself in helping fantasy become reality. She reasoned that although her husband might look a bit feminine in the future, that future would be a long one with the reduced strain his heart would endure due to the weight he would lose. Besides, estrogen was supposed to be good for the heart. For two weeks he remained bedridden. The only thing he could "eat" was liquid soups and drinks that could be consumed through a straw. One day Mary removed the wires that kept his jaw shut. She told him she would reintroduce soft foods into his diet. He couldn't believe how excited he was to have a bowl of sugar-free Jell-O. The bandages were removed and he was allowed to see his new face for the first time. It was hard for him to tell exactly what he thought of Mary's workmanship. There was still some bruising and swelling but the surgical scars could not be seen. His face looked like his old face from what he could remember. The nose seemed to be somehow different. He asked Mary about the discovery. She confirmed that his nose was different. She explained that his nose had been so badly damaged that some of it had to be removed to allow for proper breathing. His face seemed slimmer and perhaps more delicate. He attributed this to his weight loss and his convalescence. He knew that some activity and sun would help his face look like it did previously. Mary insisted that he be able to walk before she would release him to go home to recuperate. He was given a cane to help balance his walk. His first attempts caused him to become very tired but slowly his strength seemed to increase and he could limp from one end of the corridor and back with little difficulty. Johnny complained to Mary that his back seemed to hurt after he walked. She had him lie on his stomach and she began to probe on his lower back, butt, and the hamstring on his non-injured leg. He indicated soreness in all of the places she pushed. She had him sit in an adjoining chair. "Your back hurts because your pelvis is being thrown out of alignment due to you having to compensate for the fact that your injured Achilles necessitated pointing your foot down to properly heal. Johnny, I can give you two options. The first option is that you stay in bed for another two weeks until your pelvis adjusts and your Achilles heals." "Please, Mary, have a heart! I'm going nuts just sitting around here watching the soaps and counting the holes in the ceiling tiles. I need to start moving around so I can help get this place ready to open." "I can assure you we could use your help," she said. "Then what is option two?" "We need to level your pelvis. Since we can't lower your injured foot, we need to raise your good foot." "Are you suggesting I have a cast put on my good foot?" "No," she smiled. "There is a much simpler solution...although I'm afraid you are going to balk. However, it is option two or back to bed." "And option two is...?" "Option two is you need to wear a shoe with a three inch heel to compensate and since there are no men's shoes with three inch heels..." "You are suggesting I wear women's shoes?" he interrupted. "Well, actually, only one at this time." "At this time?" "The specialist who examined you foot said that the Achilles will need to remain in that position for quite a while to avoid further damage. Again the option, you can wear the cast with one shoe in the future or wear two shoes." "I don't want to stay in this bed any longer than necessary but I'm afraid if I try to wear high heels I'll be right back in here with a broken neck!" "Don't be concerned about that. I noticed Sandi was wearing a pair of your boots the other day. You can probably fit into some of her shoes. I'll tell her to bring a pair over after lunch and the two of us can teach you how to walk in heels. As soon as you master walking in them, we can allow you to go home."