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Paul to Paula Part 3
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The usual disclaimers etc apply to this story. If you are under 18 or
whatever the legal age to read sexually explicit material then please do
not read any further. The same is true if you are offended by
transsexualism, lesbianism or for that matter any of the topics that is
to found in tales in a web site such as this.
This is the first chapter in a six part story about how a shy male became
the woman he should have been born. It is told from the perspective of
the woman who made it all happen. The story is public domain and I would
greatly appreciate any feedback, suggestions etc.
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I was stunned by the sudden violent assault on Paula and fell to my knees
to comfort her. The security guards grabbed the blonde and they had her
pinned to the ground with the lover. Paula was in intense pain and was
bleeding badly from her groin. I could see that the bottle had nearly cut
deeply into her penis and sac. Paula was in so much pain that thankfully
she passed out.
The police and an ambulance turned up and the police had the Paula's
assailants cuffed and in the back of a police van in what seemed seconds.
The paramedics pushed me out of the way and started work on Paula
sticking needles in her and doing what they could to stabilise her. At
that stage I started to shake. Thankfully Cathy was there to comfort me
and I will always be grateful for that. The paramedics must have decided
that they had done what they could as they filed Paula on to a gurney and
took her out to the ambulance.
I got in the back with her for the short trip to the hospital. It was a
long wait for the doctor to give me news on how Paula was doing which
have me time to ponder the bigotry that provoked the assault. The female
security guard came by to see how we were all getting on and she sat with
me for a while. After about two hours a surgeon came to see me. She
looked tired and miserable which made me except the worse. Paula had lost
a lot of blood and her sac was damaged to the extent that they
recommended that it be removed and her penis might not be saveable.
As Paula had come into hospital in women's clothes the doctor wanted to
know as much as she could about her. I explained that Paula was
transsexual and the loss of her penis would not be the issue that it
might seem. This the surgeon explained was going to be a difficult
decision. Normally Sex change surgery was only performed after a long and
lengthy procedure none of which had been even started in Paula's case.
She told me that she would have to discus the matter with the colleagues.
They must have been talking it out for what seems hours but in reality
was more likely 30 minutes.
The had decided that they would proceed to remove her testicles; an
Orchiectomy was the phrase they used which is castration to you or I.
They would be able to preserve enough of her penis so that when Paula had
her final surgery it would be possible to construct a vagina. They
suggested that they wake Paula up so that they could explain what they
wanted to do and to let her give her consent or not as they case may be.
I was by Paula's bed when she woke up. At first as you would expect she
was totally confused and disorientated from the pain killers than she had
been given. I asked her what the last thing she remembered and it was
seeing the blonde coming towards her with a bottle in her hand. I
explained that she had smashed it into her groin and had done some
damage. With hindsight I think that Paula was taking all this in on a
superficial level but the reality had not fully sunk home.
My god what a way to find out if she was genuinely transsexual as against
some sort of ultra transvestite as it were. The surgeon was very kind and
gentle as she explained how much harm that bottle had done. It had
practically severed both of her testes which would have to be completely
removed and it had cut so deep into the muscle structure of her penis
that there would be no possibility of getting an erection in the future.
Not only that but they may have to remove the urethra from her penis and
redirect it to an opening between her legs that would make. She looked at
the surgeon and then at me, she was stunned at what she had just been
told.
"You mean a sex change," she whispered more as a statement than a
question.
"No, not really," the surgeon replied. "We will leave your penis for now,
I am not permitted to carry out SRS with out you having undergone a
battery of tests," she continued.
Paula did not take too long to make up her mind. She did ask one question
which was in regard to her scrotum, would she loose that as well. The
surgeon told her that she would not and that she, as a surgeon would need
that tissue when in year's time or so when she performed SRS on her. That
comment got her very surprised look form both of us, Turned out that she
did SRS and was one of the only two in our state who carried out SRS.
Paula signed or be more accurate scribbled her name on the consent forms
and they put her back under.
It was a long wait that night as they did what they had to do. The female
security guard stayed with me and we chatted some more. Her brother had
been a transvestite who had been beaten to death in a toilet a few years
ago by some red necks. That experience had given her shall we say a low
tolerance level for people who assaulted transsexuals, transvestites and
gays, hence why she had opted to be a security guard for that night club.
Cathy turned up at the hospital about 5 in the morning and as I know had
company, the security guard, Tina left. The surgeon came to out to see
about 20 minutes after that to tell me that the various operations had
been a success and that she could see no reason that Paula would not be
able to leave hospital by Friday evening. She would have various tubes
and what not inside her for a few days while her body started to heal.
She suggested that I go home and get some sleep. I did not want to leave
but between the surgeon and Cathy urging me to get some sleep I was soon
on my way home.
Cathy drove me home and she stayed with me. The sight of the strap on
made me cry and my did I cry. I cried not for me but for Paula and for
all the people who had suffered at the hands of bigots because of their
sexuality or having been born in the wrong body. I lid on my bed still
dressed and soon fell asleep. Cathy undressed me down to underwear and
she too undressed and curled up to me. From what she told afterwards I
cried a lot in my sleep that night. I do remember one nightmare in which
Jane was sitting at a table with Paula and I and then her head turned
into a flower which grew in size and shallowed Paula and as it was about
to swallow me I woke up.
Cathy was holding me and I was soaked in cold sweat, shaking and scared,
very scared. I tired to go back to sleep but the same dream came back to
me. I soon discovered that I was afraid to go back to sleep for fear of
that dream. The sheets on my bed were soaked in sweat as was my
underwear. Got up and took a shower while Cathy got some coffee
organized. Drying myself off I slipped on a black silk wrap and sat with
Cathy in the lounge drinking my coffee. Cathy had put a strong shot of
brandy in my coffee which went some distance to steading my nerves. We
talked about that what to be done over the next few hours. Paula's
employers had to be contacted as had her parents. Just what or more to
the point how much we would tell them was an issue in itself. Talking it
out we decided to tell both her parents and her employers that she had
need seriously injured but I was not to explain what she had being
wearing or the exact amount of physical damage that had been done.
I started with her boss. He was extremely concerned and wanted to come
and see 'Paul' I told a white lie I guess and told him that he was not
allowed visitors. He accepted that and he added that I was to tell Paul
that they would continue to pay him. That was the easy telephone call. I
worked out the time difference and realising that it was early morning in
Europe I braced myself and called one of his sisters as that was the only
telephone number I had. The telephone rang a few times before it was
answered by a youngest woman with a very strong Irish accent.
I introduced myself as Paul's girlfriend and then explained what had
happened. She was obviously very worried and concerned. She also pressed
me for more details about the injuries, pointing out that as family she
could just as easy find out by calling the hospital. I had not thought
about that before I called her I must admit but when she said that I
realised that I had to come clean with her. She gave a horrified gasp
when I explained the extent and nature of the injuries and she started to
cry. I tried to comfort her as best I could. She then said something
strange which was that she always knew that Paul never wanted to be a
boy.
I asked her why she thought that and she told me that when they were all
kids both her and her sisters were used to Paul borrowing their clothes
and that they used to keep their old clothes after they longer fitted
them so that their youngest 'sister' could wear them. As she already knew
that Paul was transsexual I could see no harm in telling her the rest ,
that Paul was going to have a sex change in the next few months and that
where as I was most certainly was Paul's girlfriend we were in a lesbian
relationship. We talked for a good hour, mainly about Paul/Paula before
it was time for me to go. She told me that she would tell her sisters and
parents and that she could call me next day.
Cathy had waited patiently while I was speaking with Paula's sister and
insisted in spending the night. I called the hospital to check that all
was OK and on finding out that it was I went to sleep curled up with
Cathy. I had a most wonderful dream that night; Paula had long black hair
and was wearing the sexiest wedding dress you ever imagined. She had D
cup breasts and had clearly grown in all the right places. I was in the
dream as well as her groom. I say a groom as I was wearing trousers! We
were exchanging our wedding vows in front of our friends.
I woke next morning and first called work to let them know I would not be
coming into day. Cathy and I showered together and then we dressed
together. She borrowed some lingerie from me as she was going to go
straight to work from my place. After she left I sat in the kitchen and
drank a coffee while I pondered what the day would bring. I decided that
I had to see if I could get Paula's sex change surgery done quicker than
planned. With that I set out to the hospital but on the way I realised
that I should really get her some night clothes. I stopped into a large
mall on the way and in one of the chain stores I picked out two long
night gowns, one in blue and other in black as well as several panties. I
did not want my lover to look like a slut!
(to be continued)
Nanette
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