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June 20, 2033, Stony Brook University Hospital and Research Center
"Even though this is going to take 4 to 6 hours, David, it will feel like
an hour/hour and a half. The first half hour you will spend waiting for
it to kick in, and, once it does, the changes that begin happening to
your mind will throw off your sense of time. Just be aware. It will be
painful, but at least it won't feel like 6 hours of pain." Dr. Sandstrom
patted my shoulder, "We will be keeping an eye on you through the one-way
mirror, but we will leave you alone unless you request us as this is a
very private moment. Just say or yell "Doctor" and we will come in. If
you can't speak, cross your arms, got that?"
I nodded. I was feeling warm and probably sweating.
"I see you are perspiring. That means you have about 20 minutes until
everything begins. So, just relax here on the couch and daydream about
your new life. That will make the pain seem worth it. Good Luck, David,
I know you will be happy: A very happy, eight-year-old girl."
He shook my hand, patted my shoulder and left. I lay out on the couch, a
nice cool synthetic nano-weave washable polyester couch that felt like
suede, and let my mind wander. The open back of the hospital gown was
nice on the cool nano-suede. I imagined that the hospital gown was a
dress, and that I was finally able to wear a dress in a feminine body and
not my horrible mannish figure. I finally would get to try on little
wedge sandals and shoes, and then wear them to parties and events. And
then I could kick them off and run around with the other children outside
in the grass. I would be able to kiss little boys on the cheek and
giggle. I was going to have a Daddy who would pick me up and love me
like I was his whole world. I was going to have an older sister to show
me the ropes. Later on in life, I was going to be able to have babies.
This is what I had wanted since I was twelve and understood what women
could do that men couldn't.
Finally behind me would be all those years of looking at my body in the
mirror and hating it, all those years of wanting to try girls' clothes,
but fearing my mother's wrath. She would turn over in her grave if she
knew that it was her life insurance policy, the one that she worked so
hard as a single mother to pay for, that was funding this change. And I
would feel bad about this if she hadn't spent the twenty one years of my
life she was alive trying ram down my throat how horrible men had been to
her. She didn't want me to turn out like my absentee father, and I am
pretty sure that by age five I didn't want to be a boy anyway. But the
few times I brought up the topic, she told me that I would just have to
bear the curse that God had given me.
Now I would be able to be the girl I had always wanted. I imagined
myself going clothes shopping with my new mother and big sister, and I
could not wait. I also could not wait to get rid of my male genitalia.
I remembered those embarrassing and frequent erections in gym class in
sixth grade. It had taken until tenth grade before people stopped saying
"Watch out, Bonerman has arrived!" when I walked into the locker room.
"Bonerman" had lasted longer than the other nickname I'd earned based
upon an untrue rumor that I'd pleasured myself in the locker room: Sticky
Martin. This occurred at a time when Ricky Martin tried a late career
revival, and so for seventh and eighth grade I, David Martin, endured
that nickname.
Thinking happier thoughts, I visualized all the catalogs I had gone
through looking for clothes in my new size-to-be, 4'0" and approximately
50 pounds. I wasn't allowed to know much else about my donor, other than
that her DNA had been thoroughly vetted for rare genetic diseases, she
was a healthy and active girl, and that she got good grades in school.
Her grandparents had donated her DNA after she and her parents were
killed in a tour bus bombing in London. Religious extremists did not
approve of this DNA altering process (D-alt as it is called), so ever
since D-alt was legalized in the U.S. we were considered unholy.
I was practicing, in a whisper, my new name "Allison Sarah Mason, Allison
Sarah Mason..." when I realized that, suddenly, the building warmth I had
been feeling had reached unbearable. I got up off the couch to get some
air moving inside the gown and looked at the 3DTV on the wall. I had
been halfway watching Channel W, and the show I was watching on the
reinvention of Venice, Italy after global warming was whipping by
quickly. I was stunned to realize that the process must have begun and
muttered "oh shit" as I hurried over to the one-way mirror on the wall.
My eyes had started to change color, they were some mix of brown and
hazel, and it seemed like I could see the colors changing slightly as I
watched. My light brown hair was falling out in clumps, and new blond
hairs were growing in behind them. The same was happening with my
eyebrows, eyelashes and, from the feel of it, my body hair. I had to see
what was happening to me, so I yanked on the hospital gown until the
pressure-sensitive tabs on the back gave way and I was looking down at
myself. Sure enough, my body hair had fallen out and a minimal amount of
blond hairs had started to grow in, mostly just on my arms.
I walked awkwardly over towards a full-size mirror over by the dresser,
stumbling once. I looked down at my feet, and something looked strange
about them. The toes looked a bit shorter, and the toenails looked
different: like they were someone else's feet.
I didn't make it to the full-length mirror as pain in my feet made me
collapse forward onto my hands and knees. Both feet felt like a pair of
monster hands were massaging them painfully, crushing them. Being on my
hands and knees, I couldn't see them. An itching began in my fingers,
and I watched mesmerized as the fingernail beds began to change shape and
the fingers seemed to shorten a bit. Suddenly I was reminded of the
movie "American Werewolf in London" where the main character transforms
into a werewolf in his girlfriend's living room. They had played that on
Channel W's 'Non 3D Retro-Night.'
Two pains hit me at once: pain in my hands from their change of shape and
size beginning, and the brutal pain I had been warned about: My internal
organs began to reshape, re-size and rearrange themselves to fit in a
smaller, female body. I fell over on my side at the pain, which far
overshadowed the pain in my hands. It's hard to explain what it feels
like to have someone cut you open and start squishing your organs with
their hands and rearranging them, but that's the best I can describe it.
I lie curled up there for what seemed like ten minutes until I felt the
oddest tug at my groin. I rolled over onto my back and looked down. My
body was pulling my male genitalia inside of it slowly with an
unpleasant, but not painful, constant tugging feeling. My body, as I had
also been warned, had now had its fat reserves decimated by the
transformation process, and I looked like a hairless, anorexic version of
myself. I knew my body would now feed off the excess bone, tendon,
muscle and skin that I would need to shed as my size diminished.
I could see my feet were tinier now, and my leg muscles had started to
thin. Somewhere in the back of my head I was excited about the different
types of shoes I could wear now. The internal organ pain in my torso was
subsiding a bit. I rolled over onto my hands and knees again, and was
going to get up when the headache came on. There was pain on the outside
and inside of my head, and I was becoming disoriented. I remember those
moments still where I thought I had been kidnapped by aliens and was
being tortured, and then I just didn't know who I was. The yelps of pain
that came out of my mouth were not male or female at that point, and that
just added to the confusion of who I was and what was happening to me.
Suddenly there was what I can only describe as a "lurch" in my
consciousness and then I was back to knowing who I was and what was
happening, but I was far more scared of it and the odd cries from my
throat than I had been before. The pains in my head subsided a bit like
the pains in my torso, and in both those areas I could feel things
shifting and pushing.
I tried three times to get to my feet, and when I did finally it was a
rather surreal process of walking on feet too small for the frame they
were carrying. When I got the mirror, I saw a much smaller head covered
in blond hair that reached my neck. The face still held traces of me,
but it was much more like the face of my donor in the photos I had seen.
My torso was a mess of shape. Everything seemed awkward as I watched it
change. Arms, shoulders, collarbone, ribcage, stomach and hips were all
decreasing unevenly from each other. As I watched, transfixed, they all
grew smaller and began to even out in their rate of change. For a
moment, I felt a tug in my groin again and small folds of skin took shape
as where there had been seemingly nothing moments before. I felt
excitement that almost covered over the terror that had been growing in
me. It took me what felt like a few minutes to realize that the whimpers
and groans I emitted unconsciously were now sounding adult feminine. I
felt more excitement, and I wanted to cry.
It was then I realized that everything around me looked slightly
different. The hospital had tapelines on the wall next to the mirror
with a sticker next to each line that told you your approximate height if
you were eye-level with that particular line. I stepped up to it and
read the sticker in front of me "Eye Level with this line is approx 5ft."
I had dropped nine inches and had another foot to go! At this point
there was just pain everywhere, but not fierce. Everything in me was
moving, changing or shrinking in one way or another. I watched myself in
the full-length mirror, swearing I could see myself shrink and my hair
grow. When my hair reached my shoulder blades, I walked up to the lines
again, thinking it had been only 7 or 8 minutes since I last checked my
height. When I looked straight ahead, I was looking at the line for 4ft
8in.
Something in that number struck fear in me. I don't know why, but now I
was below the height of even a very short adult woman. I felt myself
sob, and it sounded like the sob of a little boy to me. I started to
hyperventilate a bit, realizing that I didn't want to be 4 foot tall. I
would be helpless at 4 foot tall. I reached out with my hands to touch
the line on the wall to make sure it was real, but my memory of how far I
should reach to touch the wall was off. My hands didn't reach at first
until I stepped closer. I looked at the hands, my hands, and they
weren't right, but they were paler and just had a tiny hint of blond
hairs on the backs of them. They were petite, and that scared me. I
felt helpless. I felt betrayed by my own desires, left helpless by them.
I felt my chest start to heave in what would be a scream or a sob. In
the mirror, I could see the 3DTV flashing programs rapidly by. A voice
went by me very quickly several times until I heard it, almost artificial
sounding, repeating the same thing over and over quickly, "Say your new
name. Repeat it over and over again. Say your new name. Repeat it over
and over again." I thought it came from a speaker over the one-way
mirror, but I was a bit disoriented.
My head hurt fiercely again. What was my name? What was my name??! I
wanted Sarah. I wanted it be Sarah, but someone else wanted Allison. I
couldn't remember who wanted Allison? Did David want that? Who was
David? No, I was David. I am not David now. I am Allison Sarah...
Mason. The Masons had wanted Allison as my name, so Sarah was my middle
name. My new parents wanted me to be Allison. I was going to have a
Mommy again, and finally a Daddy: The Masons, and their other adopted D-
alt daughter, Alexandra. I spoke aloud, and closed my eyes. "I am
Allison Sarah Mason. I am Allison Sarah Mason." I repeated it for what
seemed like fifty times and my breathing calmed down as I listened to my
voice change subtly every time from sounding like a little boy to a
little girl. I could feel the size of my neck changing as my voice
changed, my whole upper chest and neck tightening up and slimming. I
opened my eyes, and I was staring at the tape line that said "4ft 4in."
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then stepped back to look
in the mirror.
I was definitely a little blond girl with a skinny body, blue eyes, fresh
pale skin and hair that went down to her lower back. There was no visual
sign of David in me now. I smiled my new smile, and started repeating my
new name over and over again as I watched my continued changes in the
mirror. I loved my new voice, I loved my new smile, I loved my new hair.
After what seemed like five minutes I stepped to the tape lines again.
4ft 2in. The 3DTV was moving much slower now, but still not normal
speed. I looked at myself up close in the mirror, and smiled at what I
saw. I liked this me. "I am Allison Sarah Mason."
I still could feel pain everywhere, but it was all lessening. As time
slowed down and my head stopped whirling, I couldn't wait to get dressed
again. I was cold now. I decided to close my eyes again until I could
hear the 3DTV at normal speed. I just took normal breaths and whispered
my new name for what seemed like minutes of eternity. My breathing
slowed, and I tried not to think about anything other than my whispered
name. I smiled at how small my whispers sounded.
When a commercial for the series I had been watching earlier about Venice
came on Channel W, I recognized the announcer's voice as sounding normal.
I turned around and then opened my eyes. I felt hair slap against my
naked butt when I turned. The time in the corner of the 3DTV was 4:17pm.
We had started at 11:30am. And I would swear it hadn't been more than an
hour since it started. I turned around to look in the mirror and felt
relief. No panic was in me now. I had done it. I walked up to the
lines on the wall one more time, and with eyes held straight-on I was
just below the 4ft line by a tiny bit. My hair was almost completely
covering my butt, and I could feel tingle across the skin on my back as I
moved. Then I realized that the doctors could probably see me, so I
bolted across the room and put on the smaller sized gown that was laid
out on the bed. When I had it on, the door opened and Dr. Sandstrom came
in.
"How do you feel?" he asked me.
"Like a girl, silly." I answered, and smiled at him with a small laugh.
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