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Gender Express
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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"Aww ... C'mon, Mom!"
My mom sighed, hit the right turn signal, waited for a gap to open in
the cruising lane, then merged with the slower traffic and set all
controls to autopilot. Once the local traffic control confirmed our
destination, Mom let go of the steering wheel and turned to me. "Why in
the world would you want to do something like that?"
"All my friends are doing it."
"If all your friends jumped from a cliff, would you jump too?"
I was seriously tempted to tell her how I would have liked to have
joined the cliff diving one of my friends had done when she spent two
weeks of her summer vacation with her family in Hawaii, but I decided
sarcasm probably wasn't the best way to go at the moment. Instead I
said, "But you did it."
I knew it was a bit of a low blow, but we were already halfway to the
mall and I didn't have a lot of time to be subtle. Mom looked out the
window behind me and stared off into the distance. When she looked back
at me she still seemed a little lost in a memory. "Son, that was a long
time ago, and I was an adult at the time."
I glanced at the glowing route map built into the dashboard and saw I
only had a few minutes to convince her. "Things have changed a lot since
you got it done. There's lots more options now, including complete
reversal. That's the main reason they lowered the minimum age."
Mom drummed her fingernails on her knee, which usually meant she was
thinking hard about something. "Well, being able to reverse the
procedure does make a difference. Let me think about it. Maybe it could
be a birthday present or something."
"But ... but I'll already be in school by then and I'll be the only one
who ain't a girl!"
"Is everyone at your school becoming a girl?"
"Well, no, but all my friends have. It's been so hard spending the
summer with them as the only boy."
"Have they been teasing you?"
"Oh no, they've been really nice to me and even treat me like one of the
girls. I just felt outta place and ... well ... kinda jealous."
"Why would you be jealous?"
"It's just, ever since I found out you used to be a boy, I've been
really curious about what it must like to be a girl. After they lowered
the age limit on gender morphing, I've been watching my friends getting
to try out what I've wanted for so long, and ... and. ..." My chest felt
tight and my throat ached. I was doing my best not to cry. I had
something I needed to say and getting emotional would get in the way.
Mom's face softened as she reached out and took my hand. Just then the
car turned off the highway and dipped down as we entered the tunnel
leading into the mall parking garage. I couldn't read her expression by
the dim lights flicking past, but her voice was full of emotion.
"Sweetheart, I had no idea you felt like that. I guess I forgot you
don't need to be gender dysphoric to be curious about what it's like to
be a girl."
She squeezed my hand, which somehow made the ache in my chest loosen. "I
can't make any promises, but why don't we take a look at a clinic when
the car parks itself and see how much everything will cost?"
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There were actually three gender morphing clinics at the mall, but
Gender Express was the most popular. Since they were the ones who had
patented whatever it took to make gender morphing reversible, it was
also the only one my friends had gone to. A pretty girl with light
copper skin and long black hair who looked like she was still in her
teens (which didn't really count for a lot since age morphing became
popular) and wearing a white lab coat smiled at us when we walked into
the clinic. "Welcome to Gender Express! My name is Ardhanari, but you
can just call me Dr. Nari. How can I help you?"
Mom wrapped an arm across my shoulder and smiled back at her. "Yes,
please. My ... uh ... child is interested in a gender morph, and I was
wondering if I could get some pricing information."
"Of course. Is she at least at least ten chronological years old?"
Although I had been called 'she' by my friends, I wasn't used to hearing
it from strangers. Mom seemed to take the pronoun shift in stride when
she said, "Yes, she'll be eleven in a few months."
"That's wonderful! Would you ladies like to follow me?"
By the time we reached the back of the clinic, the doctor had gotten to
know both our names and where we lived. The noise from the mall was
almost unnoticeable when she closed the door to the small conference
room. After Mom and I got comfortable in a pair of low-slung,
overstuffed chairs, our guide walked over to the wall across from us and
spoke a couple of command words. The wall lit up with the Gender Express
logo, then a few charts stretched open.
Dr. Nari tapped on the first chart, which became highlighted. "This is
our full package. It includes everything our clinic has to offer."
Mom looked down the long list, then frowned when she reached the price
at the bottom. "That's a bit more than I think we can afford. Does
Derrick really need all those things?"
"Oh no, Mrs. Thomlin. We just like to let potential clients know about
all we have to offer." The doctor tapped the second chart, which was a
lot shorter. "This is what most children Derrick's age choose." She
turned her attention from my mom to me. "By the way, were you planning
on keeping that name?"
I squirmed in my chair. "Actually, I was thinking of Marissa."
"That's a very pretty name. I haven't heard it in years."
I turned from Dr. Nari to my mom. "Is it okay for me to use that name?"
My mom smiled warmly and looked like she was blinking back tears. "I
think it's wonderful. I also think your grandmother would be proud to
have you carry on her name."
I sighed with relief and smiled back. It hadn't been until the last few
years of her life when Grandma had moved in with us that she had
accepted Mom as her daughter, so I wasn't sure how she would take the
new name I had told my friends to call me.
After a few moments, the doctor cleared her throat, and we both looked
back at her. "I'm so glad you have a name that works for you, Marissa."
She reached out and pulled at the frame of the second chart, which
stretched out and covered the others. "So how do you feel about these
options?"
I looked through the choices until I came across something that sounded
odd. "Whats gynocentric disposition restructuring?"
"That just means the habits, body language and other gender specific
cues people unconsciously give off are centered more around a female
than a male pattern. It's not necessary, but most people find it
convenient."
"When you say body language, do you mean things like the way people sit
like this?" I changed the way my legs were crossed and shifted my
position in my chair. "Or more like this?"
Dr. Nari grinned. "It looks like that's something you won't need. You're
voice actually sounds fine as well."
After she dragged two items away and the list shortened, I looked at
what was left and realized something I was hoping I wouldn't have to ask
for wasn't there. "Ummm..."
"Is something wrong?"
No, not exactly." I could feel my cheeks burning. "I was just hoping I
could have ... boobs."
Mom started coughing, covering up what sounded like the start of a
giggle. The doctor didn't even smirk. "The majority of girls don't
usually start showing noticeable development at your age, but that is
something we can add." She shifted a few items down to leave a gap in
the list and said something I couldn't make out. 'Breast Augmentation'
appeared in the list. "What cup size would you like?"
"Could I have a ... a B?"
Mom stopped coughing. "Oh no you don't, young lady."
When I turned and saw the way she had just one eyebrow up, I knew I was
in for an argument I might not win. "But why?"
"First of all, you're too young to start developing breasts. Second,
even if you weren't too young, a B cup would be too much. Third, the
breast augmentation brings the total to more than I'm willing to spend."
I thought over the first two points, decided it would probably be a
losing battle arguing about them, and moved on to the third one. "Well,
I have been saving up my allowance all summer."
Both eyebrows were up now and she just sat there blinking for a few
seconds. "You didn't spend any of it?"
I shook my head as I pulled my cel from my side pocket. I rooted through
a few menus until I got to my credit balance, then showed it to my mom.
She stared at the display for a moment before looking up at me. "Are you
really willing to give all this up so you can have breasts?" When I
nodded, my mom looked up at the list on the wall and chewed on her lower
lip for a minute.
It was the longest minute of my life.
Finally, she looked back at me, flipped my cel closed, and said, "Keep
your money. I'm still not sure if I'm ready to see you grow up so fast.
Lets first see how you feel about being a girl. If you still feel like
you're ready for it, we can get the breast augmentations for you as a
birthday present."
I was really tempted to go another round with Mom, but I could see she
had already given in a lot and I didn't want to mess things up by trying
to push too far. "Okay, I guess can wait a few months."
"That sounds wonderful." I looked up when Dr. Nari spoke and saw she had
removed 'Breast Augmentation' from the list. "Do you both find
everything else acceptable?" When we both nodded, she continued. "Very
good! All we need to do now is have the two of you read and sign some
release forms, work out a credit exchange, then we'll be ready to move
on to the morph chamber."
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The morph chamber was even smaller than the conference room and smelled
a bit of bleach and lemons. Mom and I were standing on one side of what
looked like a long, steel bathtub. The doctor was on the other side,
adjusting some some controls. For the first time in years, I was holding
onto my mom's hand. Dr Nari looked up from what she was doing and gave
me a gentle smile. "You feeling a little nervous, sweetheart?"
"A little." I was actually feeling pretty scared. There was a big
difference between wanting to change your body and actually doing it.
"That's quite understandable. Sometimes it helps to remember that
morphoplasm has been used on hundreds of thousands of others with no
problems at all." The doctor pressed a large white button and the tub
started filling with a clear, green goo.
"Is that the morphoplasm?"
"That's part of it. Once you're completely immersed in the fluid, the
nanites will be released. By the way, you can begin disrobing now, if
you like."
"Disrobe?"
My mom squeezed my hand. "That means taking off your clothes, hon."
I looked back and forth between the two adults. "Do I gotta?"
Dr Nari shook her head. "The morphoplasm can work through your clothes,
but they'll be ruined."
I thought about this for a minute. I had picked out my clothes today
because they would work okay for a boy but looked (I hoped) better on a
girl. I felt a little funny thinking about being naked in front of a
doctor, but it was something I could get over.
Mom bent down and whispered in my ear. "If you'd like I can step outside
when you get changed."
Getting undressed in front of her sounded embarrassing, but the idea of
not having her near felt scary, so I whispered back, "That's okay. I'd
rather have ya here."
She nodded and let go of my hand so I could start getting undressed.
I handed the last of my clothes to my mom just about the same time as
the tub stopped filling up. Even though the morph chamber was very warm,
I was still shivering. The doctor reached out to me and said, "Take hold
of my hand and I'll help you sit down."
I held onto her hand and stepped into the tub. She reached around my
back, put her other hand under my armpit, and lowered me down until I
was up to my chest in green goo that tingled wherever it touched my
skin. Next she picked up what looked like a silver button and held it
where I could take a good look at it. "The next step will be complete
submersion, which will include hydroflatus. Do you remember what that
term means?"
"It means breathing underwater?"
"Very good! I see you read the instructions carefully. Now normally,
even with highly oxygenated fluids, there's a gag reflex. When I put
this device on the back of your neck, it will circumvent that reflex.
Also, it will tap into your aural nerve complex, allowing you to hear me
clearly while submerged. Is that okay?"
I nodded. Being able to hear the doctor sounded like a good idea, and
the thought of choking and gagging didn't sound very fun. The button
felt like an ice cube pressed to the back of my neck and I heard a low
hum for a few seconds before it faded.
"Marissa, can you hear me?" The doctor sounded like she was whispering
into my ear even though she was standing several feet away. She smiled
when I nodded. "Are you ready for the next step?"
"Wait!" My heart was pounding against my ribs as I turned to my mom.
"Could you hold my hand?"
She took my hand and held it tight. "Of course. I'm here for you, honey.
I'll always be here for you."
I still felt scared, but having her strong hand holding mine made it
feel like something I could handle. I turned to Dr. Nari. "Okay, I'm
ready."
"Very good." The doctors voice was in my ear again. "Now, I want you to
take your time as you lower yourself into the fluid."
I closed my eyes and eased myself into the tub until my head was resting
on a small, poofy pillow. When I opened my eyes, the world looked green
and wobbly as ripples bounced off the edges of the tub.
"Excellent. The next thing I need you to do for me is open you mouth,
breathe out as much as you can, then take in a slow, deep breath."
Everything told me this was exactly what I shouldn't do. People just
didn't breathe under water. Then I thought about the doctor. She seemed
so nice and I couldn't imagine her asking me to do something that would
hurt me. Then there was Mom. She was still there ... still holding my
hand. If there was anything I knew for sure, I knew she would never let
me be hurt in any way.
The bubbles tickled my nose as I pushed the last bit of air from my
lungs. I almost decided to sit up and get some real air. Instead, I just
breathed in. Something warm and thick slipped in my nose and slid down
my throat.
I breathed out.
"That's just wonderful. Just keep on breathing slowly. I'm going to
release the nanites now." A snowstorm of silver sparkles poured out from
tiny holes along the edge of the tub. "You should start feeling drowsy
soon. This is a normal part of the process." My eyes started to droop. I
let them close and dreamed of a world of green filled with silver snow.
When I drifted out of dreamland, the first thing I noticed was how heavy
I felt. Moving fingers and toes wasn't so bad, but arms and legs felt
impossible. The next thing I noticed was a cool spray of water going up
and down my legs. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was a pink, blurry
blotch. When I was able to focus, I realized it was my mom's face and
asked her, "Is it all done?"
"Yes, dearheart, it's all done."
Dr. Nari looked over the edge of the tub at me, stopped rinsing off my
legs, then looked up at Mom and grinned. "Congratulations, Mrs. Thomlin.
It's a girl!"
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