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Part 8 I finished my shift, working as quickly as possible. I didn't want to be here but if I didn't keep control of my thoughts I would find myself flirting with some guy and begging for a private dance. I had to think not to slip into Roxana and god forbid, Roxy. When I found a quiet place I could even force myself back to Riley, but it was very hard. Thoughts and memories would slip in and I had to question each and every one. I found I could reach a balance between the three personalities with a little background though. I now thought of myself as Roxana but I wasn't such a wanton slut like I had been the previous week. I generally had control over my thoughts and actions. If I saw a guy or girl who attracted me or a feeling that distracted me, I quickly fell down that slippery slope of desire and need. I would lust after a kiss or a lap dance until I had my fill like a little kid with candy. I could tell that I had become a popular dancer. I got lots of waves and smiles from customers and requests to come visit. The other dancers were not as nice since I had gone from cute waitress to competition. Only Veronica and Sierra knew my true story which helped and hurt. To the staff I was just another girl but I had no one to share my fears or troubles with. Veronica treated me coldly all night and it was very clear she thought less of me for stripping. I wanted to yell at her that she had gotten me into all this but my mouth wouldn't let it out. When we did talk, it was cold and snippy. The night finally ended and I was able clean off my makeup and dress down. Bailey was waiting for me in the back room, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she watched me undress. I swear she barely interacted with the other girls and looked so uncomfortable. I threw on this white Guess Joy dress that was accented by a wide brown belt with a big silver buckle. It was short but given it was August it was still warm out at night, it was just right. My feet were beginning to hurt if I tried to throw on anything lower than a 3 inch heel so I slipped into a pair of these cute white Guess Mansdisal heels with a lace bow on the toes. Gone was the full born stripper look but my reflection shown a maturing co-ed who had seen a thing or two. Riley was nowhere to be seen but I didn't miss him. Veronica was tapping her feet at the door clearly pissed she had to wait for us. "V this is Bailey" "I know who the hell she is. Why the hell is she coming with us?" She snapped. "Ask Scott" I replied, which shut her up. Bailey shrunk down ever more if possible. "Fine" Veronica answered before storming out to the car. My poor Miyata was a tight fit for three of us but we made it back to the apartment in quick time. Veronica was not the most congenial of hosts but she quickly settled Bailey into a spare bedroom before flopping down onto the couch. I sat staring at the patio window as I placed my feet up on her lap and signed. "Too late for a foot rub?" I asked. Grumbling she took it and began to rub the kinks out. "So is this Roxana or is the Bimbo back?" Veronica integrated me. I was not up for the drama but I had to try and make her understand. "It's me, I think. The bimbo is still there but it's like she is sleeping. If I think about it I can hear her dreams in my mind. If I am not careful I can see myself down on my knees sucking some guy off, and it excites me. She messed with my brain Veronica and right now it's so hard to keep Riley, Roxana and Roxy in separate boxes. They keep seeping together and I can't stop it" I was tearing up as it felt so good to tell someone but I didn't know what to do. Veronica almost dropped my heel when I commented on sucking a guy off. "So she just fucked up your brain right, none of that was you?" She asked hopefully "I don't know. Right now I look back at last week and I am disgusted by how I acted. Somewhere, somehow, some of it felt so right, felt so normal. She pushed me to do things I don't think I would have ever done on my own. But now that I have done them, part of me wants to do them again. I loved the dancing. I enjoyed being the object of men's and women's desire. I adored playing the game, trying to seduce them and getting them to payout. And I think I even liked the sex." Veronica was quiet for a very long time. I knew she had issues with men and Monique had hinted at some past history. I thought she loved me and as long as I was a woman around her, she would accept me no matter my desires or thoughts. But I could see in her eyes that it was only true if I shared her views on men. She was having problems accepting me if I didn't think of them as something to be used and thrown away. Given my emotions, I was not sure I could promise her that. Finally she stood up and walked to the bedroom. I adjusted myself to follow before she said "I love you Roxana but I don't know if I am ready to accept this. I know it's my fault you ever went in that place but right now it feels repulsive. I want so badly to hold you but every time I touch you I think of the men who were pawing you tonight. I need to be left alone for a bit and think." She looked back once more before going into her room and closing the door. I curled up on the couch with a blanket and fell asleep crying. I woke in the morning to the front door closing. Veronica had left a note telling me she was going into the studio early to work on some music before her shift at the club. I realized I had the night off and would not see her until tomorrow. I think it was for the best as we both had a lot to consider and think about. I slouched off to the shower and spent a good 30 minutes under the hot water. It let my mind slow down without losing myself to my dark desires. Wrapping a towel around my midsection and another in my hair I wiped the steam off the mirror and took stock of body. I had continued to take the pills, at twice the rate I had started. The effect after almost 2 months was starting to really show. I was still quite flat chested compared to the other girls at work, the pills only getting me up to a full A or a small B cup. It didn't help my tips at work. My hips and ass had filled in a little giving me somewhat of a nice shape. My skin was very soft and I don't remember the last time I had shaved. I had spent some time in the shower today doing my legs and body, but it was just touch up. The most apparent thing was I had lost 20 pounds and it felt like all muscle, now being a slim 126 lb. The platinum blonde hair of Roxy peeked out of the towel. I considered changing it back but figured it was too early and I might damage my follicles. I was cute and very passable but was I complete? For some reason I was not scared of the pending appointment with Scott's quack plastic surgeon on Friday. Bailey would escort me to make sure I showed up. Dressing in a blue floral romper from Urban Outfitters, I touched up my makeup with a warm summer look. The cork heeled sandals helped to tie the outfit together with a little bit of silver hoops and a white gold heart chain with a Celtic knot pendent. I tried to think of what I would be doing as Riley today and the image was hard to keep. I was beginning to think that hypnosis or not, Riley as I was before was not coming back. Roxy was prowling below the surface but she was dumb and easy to subdue. I could also tell that I was more than the Roxana of Barbara's imagination. She had created a personality of an experienced stripper with Roxy's core slut as the driving factor. There was hardness there though that didn't match my inner view. I felt myself seeping into something more organic. Roxana was like a part played so long it became normal. It shifted and adjusted to the influences in my life but it was still me at its heart. I entered the kitchen to find Bailey up and dressed, drinking a cup of tea. Since she was my shadow she also had the day off. "Would you like some?" She asked. Not wanting to be a total bitch I tried to be warm "Sure" I sat and we talked for a bit. We were both a bit wary but I found myself opening to her even though I didn't want to. She had an easy presence that was inviting and friendly, once you got her to loosen up. Her face sparkled if you got a smile. When she was comfortable with herself her whole posture changed and became more inviting. "It's such a beautiful day. I need to get out of here. What do you think about going shopping?" I asked. Bailey quickly agreed and we took for the mall downtown. Checking my purse for the first time in a week I found my new ID that still shocked me with its photo, and around $1,500 in cash. I guess it had been a good week at work. Between that and the money left to me by my parents, Bailey and I were ready to wreak some havoc in town. Lunch went great, although the waiter never looked us in the eyes. The poor boy stammered several times trying to give us the specials of the day. Bailey and I laughed when he left but agreed he was much too cute, with his white shirt and black slacks. I kept pushing her to get his number but she felt he had the eyes for me. We went on to hit several boutiques and stores. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, trying to carry all the bags and outfits home. It had been a great day. I had dresses, skirts, and blouses to fill a closet plus shoes, shoes and more shoes. Bailey was just as bad. We found out we had the same size and agreed to let each other borrow an outfit or two. I was finding it harder and harder to hate her. Dinner found us dressed up and at this cool new Indian restaurant. I had convinced Bailey to wear out her new charcoal over-the-shoulder drape mini dress with the 5 inch Prada heels. It was a bit daring for her but it stirred my inner slut. Not to be outdone I was dressed in this cute purple ruched waist cutout mini dress and a new pair of mid calf 5 inch black boots. It showed off way too much skin but every male in the place could not keep their eyes off of us. We ended up at a club Monique and I had visited a few times. The bass was already thumping as we skirted the line and were let straight in. Even before we dropped our coats off we were had a free drink and an offer to dance from two guys named Elliot and Nathan. Elliot was an architect who had just moved to the city and Nathan was his college roommate who worked as a marketing director for a hospital. Bailey was quickly on the dance floor with Nathan and I slid in closer to Elliot to hear him speak. He was so yummy dressed in his blue Italian dress shirt and black slacks. Not like the apes that were normally at the Sugar Shack. He was funny and charming plus the boy could dance. As the night slowed down I found myself wrapped in his arms, running my nails through his thick black curly hair. I had never been so close to a man without being buzzed out of my mind as Roxy, but it felt natural. He leaned down to kiss me and without thinking I opened my mouth and welcomed him. Bailey and Nathan had disappeared a while ago so Elliot and I found a dark corner booth. His warm hands slid along my skin as they found the gaps in my dress. My mouth gasped open as his thumb ran over my sensitive nipple. I didn't have my forms on tonight and I was very thankful to feel his fingers play on my real skin. Roxy surged up trying to take control but with a force of will I pushed her down, not without consequence though. I wanted Elliot and I wanted him now. Never before had I wanted a pussy so badly but I swear nothing was as important as feeling him inside of me right this second. I turned around so that my back was to him and slid up along his pants. I sat in his lap and rested my body against his. Arching my back I kissed him hard, distracting him so that I could control my needs. Sliding my hands down his sides I was able to push my palm down his slacks and grasp his warm throbbing cock in my hand. "Do you have a condom?" I whispered in his ear before licking the lobe and running my nails along the other side of his face. His mouth never left my neck as he reached into a pocket to fish something out. It showed me he was younger than I thought but I didn't care. With deft precision I had the wrapper off and slid his pants down a few inches to glide it over his glorious meat. I was happy I had practiced a little with Monique's strapon as this was going to hurt. Elliot was huge. He pulled up the back of my dress and tented it over his lap as I felt his cock press in against my ass. "Sorry love, it's my time of month, you will have to use my backdoor" I pleaded. Making sure he hit the right hole I guided him home. With a quick stroke his tip was in and I slithered slowly down his dick. My mouth opened wide as I felt my ass come to rest on his lap. It was my first time with a real dick inside and I loved it. Elliot was trying to go fast but I was having none of that. His hands on my hips started to push me up and down along that glorious ridged stick. I placed my hands over his and encouraged his action. I could feel its warm girth push inside of me and I wanted to put my hands on my stomach and feel it inside. Closing my eyes I let him take control and slid back and forth along his shaft. I loved what he was doing and felt it down to my toes. To keep control and not slip into a super slut mode I fed every sensation down to Roxy telling her more would come if she behaved. Elliot started to pick up his tempo as the music sped up as well. My hair was caught in my mouth but I needed to kiss him, needed to slip my tongue inside and moan in pleasure. His lips held me as I started to writhe. Each of his strokes pounding me harder and harder. The feeling of being in someone else's control, feeling someone inside of me, made me shudder at each stroke. I felt a warm glow build in center and spread to my arms and legs. My whole body felt on fire as my senses began to flood. Hooking both hands behind his neck I screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped through me and I clenched down on his rock hard cock. That was too much for him and he gushed forth with a huge wave of cum. He was coming so hard I could feel it press up against the condom. His cock twitched and jerked enough to send a second orgasm flooding through me. I collapsed in his lap, his cock still buried inside of me as a warm glow spread from my body. "God I needed that" I admitted. Elliot laughed as he stroked my stomach, his arms wrapped around my midsection. Giving him a naughty smile I reached back and scooped up some of his cum that had flowed out of the condom. The poor boy must have burst week's worth. Kissing him hard I then pulled back and brought it to my mouth and licked my fingers clean. His shocked expression was to die for but I just giggled "I know it's not safe but it tastes so good". Spotting Bailey coming out of an alcove I kissed Elliot and told him I had to go fix myself up. Heading for the back I collected my friend and we disappeared into bathroom. The place was crowded but we found a stall for the two of us to share. "Mmmm that boy's cock was divine" I admitted. Bailey smiled and replied "I know, I saw the two of you. Nathan was so jealous but could not get it up again after I gave him his blow job." We looked at each other and the busted up laughing before cleaning up and repairing our makeup. I knew I had a friend for life and someone who understood my desires. She may have looked mousy but there was a wild girl underneath after all. It was cruel but we both agreed that we had enough fun and snuck out before the boys caught sight of us. They were cute but I didn't need any more attachments with my little issues hanging between my legs and Bailey told me she wanted to be single for a long while, hinting at some past. Plus Scott would have killed us if he learned we gave it away for free. Hailing a cab we headed back to Veronica's place. Bailey gave me a friendly kiss. "Thank you" "For what?" "I needed that so bad. It's been a while since I just had a fun, uncomplicated night out" She replied. Giving her a quick kiss back I shushed her off to bed and then got comfy on the couch. Veronica came home a bit later but I think she smelled the cum on my breath. She wished good night and left me out in the living room couch again. I was sad that she hadn't invited me back to her bed but I was not going to wait. Call me loose but I was young, inexperienced and too fucked up to try and make good moral decisions. Plus if something felt that good, how could it be that bad. I curled up and went to sleep. As D-Day on Friday with Dr Patterson approached I tried to stay busy. My shifts at the club were slow; there were not too many takers for dances from a flat chested girl. Plus it was clear I wasn't the super slut of last week anymore. I did ok though. It did allow me to make friends again with some of the other girls. My week as Roxy had left me as a bit of a pariah but most shrugged it off and were happy to see me acting normally. I also took the chance to pull Bailey into the gossip. I could tell she needed the friends. Strippers don't normally socialize much, there is too much competition and cattiness, but for some reason I was friendly with most. They still saw me as there sexy little sister who they took great pains to protect, and corrupt. The one relationship that had not gotten better was Veronica. We tried to talk a few times but she was conflicted and I was still sorting through my feelings. I was trying to reach a balance in my head, with who I was. There were different part that making up a whole but right now it was still a jumble. Veronica clearly still had feelings for me but she could not separate who I was evolving into from who she wanted. Her hang-ups on men made it very difficult for her to accept my openness and flirtations with them. Late Wednesday night she joined me on the couch after work. "I know I am a bitch" she opened. "It hurts that you have shut me out" "I know, I know. It's my problem but I just can't separate your seeing you with those guys and my feelings for you" "You do remember that inside I am still a guy" I kidded "Are you? Were you ever? I mean I know you have the parts but Roxana you may not have admitted it to yourself but you are in every other way a woman. The way you act, talk, dress and even move you scream, woman." Her open statement stunned me. I was still a guy alright. Well at least when I wasn't letting Roxana or Roxy out. But was that even true anymore? Before bed I had made sure to take off my makeup and moisturize. At the club tonight Bailey, Star and I had been rating the asses of the bouncers as they roamed around the floor. Friday I had an appointment with a plastic surgeon to go under the knife, and I didn't think he was going to improve my manly figure. Veronica reached over and stroked my face, turning the conversation back to us. "You are one of the sweetest people I know Roxana but I don't think this is going to work. I need to work out some issues and I don't think I will be good for you. I spoke to Scott and he said that it was ok as long as you found another room mate who worked at the club." She started to cry and I could tell how hard this was for her"I feel like I am abandoning you but I don't want us to become bitter and angry at each other. Do you understand baby?" I was getting dumped and it hurt. I knew it was the right thing but the heart still feels rejection. The brain still wants to know what you should do different. Still numb with the shock Veronica wrapped me in her arms and held on to me as she cried. I wanted to cry too but the pain was too raw and fresh. But maybe I wasn't crying as I knew I needed to move on. We hugged and I gave her a small kiss on the lips, wiping her eyes clear "Do I still get to call you sis?" I asked She broke off into a laughing cry and hugged me even more "Of course, but only you. If one of the other girls says a thing I will hunt down the source." With a heavy heart, but seeing the relief on Veronica's face, she said good night and wondered back to her room. I sat in the dark room with only the light from the streets filtering in through the big windows. I knew it was the right thing but I felt weary and tired. I couldn't stand to be alone with my heartache. I stood up and stumbled to the spare bedroom. Quietly opening the door I looked in to see Bailey up in bed reading. I could tell she had heard the whole conversation. Terrified that she now new my secret and I would face a second rejection, she did something perfect. Bailey put down her book, opened her heart and pulled me down into the bed with her. We spooned with her arms wrapped around me and my back pressed up against her as I cried myself to sleep. Her only words were soft encouragements of friendship and love. I woke in the morning still wrapped in her arms. Nothing had happened in the night but I no longer cared if Bailey was some spy from Scott. Her tender words had kept me from drowning in my sorrow. It was even cute how she had this little snore when she slept. As I lay in her arms I considered how things had gone the last few months. So many people had come in and out of my life, I had an emotional whiplash. I had been in lust with Monique but to be honest I was a close friend with benefits who she enjoyed dominating. We never truly loved each other and I think it was ok since neither of us was looking for love at that time. Veronica hurt, I felt that she loved me and I loved her as well. She could not accept the real me though. I may be a woman at heart but I was born a man and it was still part of what made up the sum of my psyche. When I was honest I remembered my dance with Elliot and realized that I was running away from a commitment with her as much as she was terrified of a commitment with me. I hope that Bailey was not going to expect something more. I did not want to feel alone tonight. Our friendship had blossomed over the last 4 or 5 days and I knew she was a good person at heart. I must have moved to wake her up as her fingers started to comb through my hair "Are you ok?" She asked. "No but I will be" I answered, my voice shaking. I realized that she was something special. She never asked about the fight with Veronica. She hadn't said anything about my being a guy. She had not pressed about why I needed a monitor for Scott. Sometimes the best friend is the one who knows not to ask. We laid there for a long time just holding each other. I didn't know her story but I could tell she had her scars as well. "You know, I was going to go looking for an apartment today. Know anyone who needs a roommate?" she asked I laughed as I realized I now had to find a place as well. Plus I needed to deal with my pending surgery and my breakup. Gallows humor can help some times. "I might know one girl who's in the market" "Good, I don't want to have to interview 30 losers to find someone suitable." I rolled over so that I was looking her in the eyes. I needed to get this out now or it would gnaw at me all day "I know you heard everything last night" I started. She tried to interrupt but I placed a small finger over her lips. "No let me finish. No one knows about me but Veronica, Scott and Barbara. I'm..., well I..., the things is... that I have gone through a lot of..., well I guess I am finding...." This time she stopped me and gave a little smile "Roxana I know that you are the sweetest girl at the club, all the other employees adore you. I know that Scott has something over you and that dancing at the club is not your choice. I know that you were kind to me when you didn't have to be. I would like to think we could be friends. I don't care what is hidden below. I just know that I need a friend and I think right now you do too. Scott may have forced us together but screw him and we can make the best of it." I jumped over and gave her a big hug, tears in my eyes. "Thank you. Let's get dressed and get out of here. I need the fresh air" I replied. Jumping out of the shower I planned my outfit for the day. I had actually picked up quite the wardrobe so far and it was nice to have choices. I found this peach T-shirt dress that I forgot I'd bought. It was light and airy, just perfect for a warm late summer day. I added my pair of cork wedge sandals with my black onyx silver hoops. After fixing my hair and finishing my makeup I was ready to go. Bailey was ready as well, wearing this denim mini skirt with a purple cut out shoulder T that left her midriff bare. She was trying to get more comfortable with her heels as well so it was a pair of cute 4 inch pumps. We spent the day looking for a new place. I had a lot of cash but neither of us was comfortable signing up for a huge rent. Around three we finally found a place that we both loved. It was an open loft in a new trendy area. The room needed a lot of work but we were sold when we saw the amenities. It had a huge kitchen, bathroom with three mirrors, two sinks and a tub big enough for two and to close the deal, two walk in closets that it would take us at least 6 months to fill. I think the landlord cut us a deal as he couldn't take his eyes off of Bailey's chest and my ass. We played it up and flirted to bring down the price, but it was worth it as the place was ours by that night. We convinced Scott that moving would keep us from coming in to work. He reluctantly agreed and let us off for the evening. We called up a few of our favorite bouncers, Ray and Steve, and talked them into moving some stuff in for us this weekend. I knew I would probably be recovering this weekend so we needed all the help we could get. Spreading out some sleeping bags Bailey and I made it an early night. Waking up early sucked. We dragged ourselves off the floor and I found a pair of comfy pink sweats that I had packed. The boys would be moving our stuff in later while the two of us were off getting our beauty treatment. Bailey was wearing her comfortable jeans and t-shirt as we slipped out the door and down to the car. When we arrived at the clinic my first thoughts were that it was smaller than I was expecting. It was not the big hospital I expected but rather a small private office, well isolated from other buildings. There was only one older nurse waiting for us when we arrived and she brought both Bailey and I back to an examination room. "Ok both of you strip down and put on the gowns" I looked over at Bailey and was shocked to see that she had the same expression I did. The nurse left us to get ready. "I thought you were here to watch me. Scott said that if I tried to leave, you would tell him" She explained. My jaw dropped even farther as I admitted "Scott told me that you were my keeper and that you would be looking after me." Staring at each other in shock we both said "That asshole!!!" We had been too worried about our own problems that it never occurred to us that the other was in the same fix. I started to giggle as the absurdity of the whole thing sunk in. Bailey was indignant for a second before she broke up laughing as well. "I guess we're more airheads that I thought" she laughed. We changed into some pink scrubs. I had to talk since I was too nervous about what was to come. "So what is the plan for you Bailey?" I asked "I think I am getting some bigger breasts, which I actually am looking forward to, and some liposuction on my thighs. Scott never game me any details though" I thought her breasts were a perfect C but knew that it was an occupational requirement to go bigger. "How about you?" She asked "Honestly I have no idea. Scott made me agree to do whatever they recommended. I figure I am in line for the boob fairy as well but I am not sure what else" Bailey stopped and looked over at me. "Roxana are you sure about this? I mean they could do anything." "I know but... well don't know if I can stop it at this point" Just then the door opened and in walked the doctor with my second surprise. I was expecting doctor S. Patterson to be some grey balding 50 year old man with a comb over. I was not expecting Dr. Sue Patterson to be an attractive late 30's stunner with piercing blue eyes and short brown hair. "Drop the robes" She ordered. Walking over to Bailey she started drawing on her with a marker and speaking notes to her nurse in a very clinical and very deliberate way. She never even acknowledged Bailey. "Breast Augmentation, 250 CC expandable implant for later adjustment. Rhinoplasty, 2 cm reduction. Lipoplasty, thighs 50 CC removal, upper arms, 10CC removal. Gluteal transfer of 45 CC left and right." As she walked away Bailey tried to interrupt. "Um Dr. Patterson, I am just to have the ..." Dr. Patterson never even acknowledged her as she walked up to me and started to inspect my form. Quickly she started drawing on my skin, making her surgical marks. I looked in her eyes as she was inspecting my form and realized she was bat shit crazy. I could tell that she was not interested in us in any way except as a canvas for her work. "Breast Augmentation 450 CC expandable. Laryngochondroplasty, 1 cm. Rhinoplasty 1.5 cm reduction. Bilateral Orchiemtomy and inversion flap. Subdermal implementation of Spironolactone, Progestogens and estradiol acetate," And then she walked out. Bailey and I just stared at each other in shock, having no idea what was planned. This was shaping up to look like a house of horrors. I was thinking it was time to get out of there. Before we could move, the nurse walked up and handed each of us a little paper white cup with a few pills in it. "Bottoms up girls, don't make me call Clyde in here to help you" Looking at Bailey I was not sure what we could do. With shared a look and swallowed the pills with little hope. "Let me see under your tongues ladies" the nurse commanded. I had never even thought about that but it was clear that Bailey had hidden some. She swallowed them down then opened her mouth as we were both inspected. "Ok take a seat in the chairs" pointing to two medieval looking contraptions that looked part dentist chair, part medical bed and part mental hospital equipment. Straps were still attached on the arms and legs and it was obvious that if we didn't want to cooperate our independence could be quickly removed. I was starting to feel sleepy as I walked to my chair. I made sure to squeeze Bailey's hand as we separated and gave her a warm smile. Inside I was shaking in my boots but I knew she needed the confidence as much as I. As I laid back my head felt heavy and it thumped home. My arms were starting to feel leaden and I didn't even notice the nurse strapping me in place. I felt kind of giggly as she spread my legs wide open and began to shave what little pubic hair I had left. I remember thinking now why would she do that before falling asleep. Pain, I was a mass of pain. Everywhere, I was sore and uncomfortable. I could feel wrappings on my face, chest, throat and crotch. My eyes felt gummy and my throat was sore and dry. Trying to reach for some water, I could make out a form in the bed next to me. It must have been Bailey. As I flopped my hand near the counter the nurse came in and looked me over quickly. "Oh no, you are still to be sleeping for a few more days dear." She made an adjustment on an IV bag and everything went black again. I woke a second time with someone holding my hands. The pain was still there but it was distant, detached. I could focus on the hand holding mine though. It was gently rubbing my fingers and I could hear someone praying "Please Lord look after her. Help her and love her. She has been through so much. Bless her and keep her in your heart". I gently open my eyes and looked at Bailey's profile as she sat next to me. She was taped up and looked like she had been in a car accident or something. "Did anyone get the number of the truck?" I tried joking. She smiled "Don't make me laugh; it only hurts when I laugh." "We look quite the pair." I could feel bandages on my face, neck, chest and something wrapped around my waist and crotch. I also felt bloated and sore "What happened" I whispered my voice raw and weak. "You decided to catch a staph infection and have been asleep for a few days. I have been sitting all by myself as you slept. Very prissy of you to take all the attention" Bailey smiled. She was trying to keep my spirits up. "Sorry I needed my beauty sleep" I answered. "Roxana, do you understand everything she did?" Bailey asked getting quietly. "Well I can tell my nose is busted up and I think she gave me implants." It was bad but I kind of expected the breast implants. Giving me a small smile she said "Yes they gave us both a nose job. I hear yours is going to be spectacular. No one will be saying you have little tits at work anymore either, Dr. Patterson expects a C cup that will grow into a D as it fills in." I wondered how I would explain that one at Christmas. "There were a few more things. She shaved down your Adam's apple and tightened your vocal cords. I think it's going to be a little higher now." She looked like she was trying to avoid something. "Last, I am sorry honey, there gone love, she removed your testicles" The tears stared almost immediately. I had not expected that. I knew Scott wanted me to look more like a woman but I was going back home at Christmas. Everything was reversible, until now. No children, no puberty, no ever having sex as a man. Bailey just wrapped me up and didn't say any more. All I could do was wallow as my new reality sunk in. Everything was sore down there but I had to reach down and feel it to make sure. They were gone, never to return. I could also feel that Dr. Patterson had somehow stitched my penis back and covered it somehow. I could still feel it under something but to the world it looked like I had my own pussy. The tears started again. I cried for 30 minutes straight as she held me in her arms. I pulled myself together and wiped my eyes. "Bailey thank you for telling me. I don't think I could have handled it coming from that doctor. I need to sleep; I just can't face this anymore right now." "I understand Roxana. I will just be in the next bed if you need me. Sleep and we can talk when you are ready. Do you want me to call the nurse for something?" Shaking my head now I curled up in a fetal position and went back to sleep. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I woke up very early the next morning. It was still dark and quite in the hospital as I tried to find a comfortable position. I looked up at the ceiling tiles thinking about how to move on from this. The loss of my testicles was unexpected. I guess if I thought about it I knew deep inside that I was never going to be a regular man again. That spark and joy I felt as I dressed in the latest fashion was not something I was going to give up easily. I was mad about the decision being removed from me. It also pissed me off that it was done for Scott's profit. I was perversely excited to see how my body would grow now. I also admitted to myself that I loved finally having breasts. Even covered in bandages I could still feel them. It was so much better than any form or push up. They were mine and I loved tracing my fingers along the curves and feeling my nipples pressed against the wraps. I was so caught up in myself I never saw the doctor come in. I could tell she had been watching me for a few minutes as I felt myself up. "They will be my perfect work" She said. Looking into her eyes I could tell she was still not all there. She was looking at me like clay to mould and never saw the person inside. "You will be perfect when I am done" she admitted and a chill went up my spine. I wanted so much to move away but it hurt to move. She ran her hands over my bandages and her eyes closed. I could tell she was getting off feeling the shape of her work. When she opened her eyes she looked down and I promised myself I would do anything not to be in her power again. Running her fingers along my face I could hear her mummer "a little shaping around the eyes, maybe a band to tighten you waist, filling up the ass a bit and shaping your pussy. You will draw everyone to you like a moth to a flame. You will be my greatest work." I still awake some nights in the dark and see her face and I can't go back to sleep. I have never before or since met someone so disturbed. She left me then and I didn't see her again before we were released from the clinic 2 days later. Bailey and I were a mess but happy to be on our own. We holed up in our new apartment and wrapped up under the blankets on the couch eating soup and watching soaps. A few of the other dancers and bouncers came by to bring treats or badly needed essentials. We kept most out as we begged off that the place was a mess and we were not ready for company yet. It was a long slow convalescence and it kept us out of the club for almost 3 weeks. The night before we were back on the shift at the Sugar Shack we decided to crash and see what was going on. It was fun to dress to impress again. The thrill I got from getting made up just to entice and attract someone was addictive. Bailey and I hit up Salon de Bella that afternoon and we had gotten the works. Pedicures, manicures, makeup, hair, I even sprung for a full body wax. It's something I never experienced as a boy but I loved the pampering of a spa. Bella was kind enough to shut the place down early to give us her undivided attention. I felt a little like Cinderella getting ready for the ball. At 10:15 Bailey and I walked through the back door and stopped to survey the place. It was like a wave spread over the floor as literally every eye, one by one stopped and gazed back in our direction. Bailey had dyed her normally mousy brown hair into a deep red auburn. Her new breasts were lifted and shown to perfection in a classic little black dress made of silk. The dress had these thinning shoulder straps that came into a gather under her nipples and twisted and pulled up, making the most of her cleavage. The dress gathered in back displayed her improved figure and ended way too short as it ended a full eight inches above her knees in a tight hem that showed just a bit of her garter straps. Her feet were perched atop a new pair of Alexander McQueen black lace pumps. I was looking my best as well in a new Betsey Johnson Battenburg strapless black dress. It was as high up my thighs as Bailey's but all anyone could look at was my new cleavage. My hair had been darkened to a more natural color but was still a brassy blonde up do. I strutted in the door atop my Fendi Tulle embellished sandals. I just loved the lace as it twined up my legs. Even Teddy, the DJ forgot to start the next song and we had 10 seconds of silence before he remembered himself "Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome back Bailey and Roxana!!!' The whole place erupted as we blushed.