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Chapter 16
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Synopsis: Darren, aka Nancy, and his mom travel to Mexico to see some
nice doctors. This is the final chapter of Like Mother Like Son.
Mom was still asleep when I woke up, so I tried to be quiet as I got out
of bed. I thought about the things she'd said the night before about
being a monster. She was my mother and I loved her dearly, but she was
right about being a monster. I thought about her as I picked my
cigarette case and lighter off the nightstand and made my way to the
bathroom.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and lit a Virginia Slim. It
would have been an understatement to say I looked stupid. A 16 year old
boy, in a night gown with falsies underneath, stared back at me with a
woman's cigarette dangling from his lips.
The sight of me smoking in my mother's favorite nightgown would have
turned me on a couple weeks ago, but not this morning. I was disgusted
by what I saw. "You faggot," I whispered to my reflection. "Just look
at you. You make me sick."
I don't know where the reaction came from. It could have been been
because I didn't have my wig and make-up on. And then again, it could
have been because of the way my mother had made me feel the night before.
With my cigarette clenched between my teeth, I hiked the hem of my
nightgown and drained my bladder while standing. So ladylike, I thought
to myself. And oh so temporary. I'd made up mind to ask the doctor to
do the sex change surgery while we were down here. After that, standing
while peeing wouldn't be an option. I cupped my balls in my hand and
said goodbye to them.
Mom woke up when I flushed the toilet.
"Morning, Nancy!" she called from the bed.
"Morning to you too, Mom," I said as I dried the urine from my penis head
with a piece of toilet paper. I hate it when silk gets water stained and
urine is even worse than water.
Mom asked if I wanted a cup of coffee before I took a shower and I agreed
that coffee would be nice. She was brewing it in the small two cup
coffee maker when I came out of the bathroom.
"It shouldn't take too long for the coffee," Mom said as she lit a
cigarette. She moved the ashtray from her nightstand to the small table
next to the heater and took a seat. "So did you get any sleep last
night?" she asked.
"Enough," I said as I sat down in the chair across from her.
"I'm sorry that I let things get out of hand last night," she said as she
trimmed the ash of her cigarette. "I was just so stressed about today
and I let it get to me. I'm sure you must think I'm horrible."
"I don't think you're horrible, but it did kind of catch me by surprise.
I know you've said some weird things to me before, but last night was
really weird. If you know what I mean."
Mom exhaled a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling and shook her head. And
then she laughed and said the worst part was that she couldn't even blame
it on drinking too much. "It wasn't like the beer went to my head. It
was more like my brain threw up everything bad and awful." She looked at
me and said, "I know I can't take back the things I said, but I do want
to make sure you know how much I really love you and it doesn't matter
what sex you are or how old you are. You'll always be my baby and I'll
love you until the day I die and then some."
Seeing that the coffee was ready, I got up and poured us each a cup. "I
know what you're saying and I know that you love me. And I want you to
know its okay. I was thinking about it this morning before you woke up
and I know why you said those things."
"You do?" Mom asked.
"I think about it the same way sometimes, so if you're sick then I'm
sick."
"You're not sick," Mom said adamantly. "You're a wonderful human being
and you're going to be a terrific woman. I'm already so proud of you
that I don't know where to begin."
"No, its not like that and you know it, and I know it and Dr. Girardi
knows it. I'm a pervert and a sexual deviant and I'm letting this stuff
run my life. So don't act like its not true, and anyway, you're no
better either. You said so you're self. We're both sick."
"Then what are we doing here, Sweetheart? It's not too late to put a
stop to this. We can check out of our room and take a cab to the airport
right now. We can make it home in time for dinner."
I shook my head and stubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray. "You know I
can't do that, Mom, because you know I need to do this. I need to be a
woman- an older woman like you."
"I know you do, Honey. But you don't have to do it today, do you?"
"Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how long I've wished for this to
happen? You might be sick and weird but I love you and I've wanted to be
just like you for as long as I can remember. This day was never supposed
to happen, not because I didn't want it to happen, but because I thought
it was impossible. But here we are in Mexico. I'm going to be a woman,
Mom, with a body just like yours and a life just like yours. Everything
you said about me is true, but like you said, it doesn't make me a bad
person and it doesn't make me wrong for doing this. Its the right thing
to do, at least it is for me. There's no way I could ever live with
myself if I let this chance get away from me. I might not need to be a
woman but I want it more than anything in the world. I really want to be
a woman, Mom."
Mom sighed and smiled. "I'm so excited for you," she said.
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Dr. Carlos Rivera had a pleasant look about him. If I hadn't known he
was a doctor, I might have thought he was a bull fighter. He just had
that kind of swagger about him.
Dr. Rivera was a cosmetic surgeon and judging by the rings on his
fingers, he did quite well at it. The man who would be doing my SRS
surgery was Dr. Wang. He had a first name but I couldn't pronounce it.
As you can probably tell by his name, Dr. Wang wasn't Mexican. He was
Taiwanese or maybe Korean. I really wasn't sure. But he did speak
Spanish, and that was a good thing because I don't speak any other
language except for English.
An overweight balding man, who called himself Santos Ortega, was our
interpreter. I suppose he was able enough, but his thick accent made me
wish we had an interpreter for our interpreter.
It was actually kind of cool. With the five of us in the room, it felt
like I was working with a team. Being the center of attention made me
feel important. On the other hand, I felt kind of awkward because these
guys had an air of machoness about them that came straight out of a beer
commercial.
I remember when I was macho. But I didn't call it that. I called it
studly. I wasn't feeling very studly in my high heels and skirt though.
And my bouncing breast forms weren't much help in that department either.
That was probably good thing though. After all, even though I knew they
were in it for the money, I didn't want to give them a reason to delay
the surgery.
I did my best to appear confident and assertive but in a feminine way. I
didn't pound my breast forms when I talked and I never raised my voice.
I liked that they addressed me as Senorita Peterman, although I knew they
were probably laughing on the inside every time they said my name. Oh,
the mocking, but at least it was silent and respectful.
Oddly enough, the whole event was business as usual. Neither doctor
seemed concerned or worried. They were just there to trade services for
dollars.
Dr. Wang was the first to poke and prod me, although it was more like
squeezing and fondling. He said something to Santos who relayed it to
Mom and I in English.
"Dr. Wang needs for you to take off your skirt and panties so that he can
examine you." He then asked if I'd be more comfortable if my mother left
the room. He said she could come back after Dr. Wang was finished. I
told him it was okay and that I wanted my mother to stay.
So there I was, standing in the middle of the room with my skirt and
panties on the floor while Dr. Wang played with my testicles.
Embarrassing? Yeah, I guess you could say that. It also tickled and
kind of felt good.
All of a sudden, my mom broke into laughter and everyone turned to face
her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I was just thinking to myself, Dr. Wang is
playing with Nancy's wang."
I caught my mother's joke and didn't appreciate it. The other three men
just looked puzzled and Dr. Wang went back to his examination. Once he
was done, he said something to Santos, who told me I could put my clothes
back on.
"Dr. Wang says he can do the surgery. You will be a woman," Santos said.
Mom and I watched and listened as Dr. Wang, Santos, and Dr. Rivera spoke
in Spanish to each other. When the talking was done, Santos interpreted
the conversation for us.
"Dr. Rivera will do the cosmetic surgery first and when he's finished,
Dr. Wang will perform the SRS. Both procedures should take about 18
hours, so you'll need to arrive at the hospital no later than 5AM. Do
you understand?" Santos asked.
Mom and I told Santos that we understood.
Santos said something to the to the two doctors and then Dr. Wang smiled
and bowed before making his way out of the office.
Santos told us that I would need to stay in the hospital for seven nights
before I'd be well enough to go home. "She will have some swelling from
the cosmetic procedures but that is normal and it will go away in about
week," he said.
I asked them if they would really be able to everything in one visit.
Santos exchanged a few words with Dr. Rivera before giving me his answer.
"The doctor says you will leave this hospital as an older woman. The two
of you," he said as he pointed at Mom and I, "will look like sisters.
That is what you want? No?"
"Oh yes," I said. "More than anything." I turned to the doctor and
thanked him as graciously as I could.
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Mom and I left the hospital feeling good about our meeting. Before
leaving, Dr. Rivera gave us a description of the procedures he would be
doing. According to Santos, Dr. Rivera would be one of five doctors
working on my team.
I didn't understand everything they were going to do, but I did
understand it would be painful, but I shouldn't worry about it because
I'd be under anesthesia. However, once the anesthesia wore off, he told
me I could expect a lot of pain and discomfort.
At first I thought they'd just be injecting me with fat tissues and
damaging my skin with lasers. This was true, but there would also be a
good amount of bone shaving to my chin and cheek bones. Dr. Rivera
wanted to make sure that no one would ever be able to recognize me as
Darren Peterman again.
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We ate dinner early because I was supposed to arrive at the hospital on
an empty stomach. Mom and I talked about nothing except the surgery. We
were both fascinated by what medical science could do.
"Isn't it amazing" Mom asked? "You're going to walk into that hospital
as a 16 year old boy and walk out as a 46 year old woman."
I did think it was amazing. It was a miracle as far as I was concerned.
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Every thing went like clock work the next morning. We arrived at the
hospital thirty minutes early, which gave me an extra 30 minutes to think
about what I was doing. I sat next to my mother and looked up at the
exit sign above the door. Exit is spelled Salida in Spanish.
I wasn't thinking about running but I told myself I could if I wanted to.
No one was making me do this because this was something I wanted to do.
"Nancy Peterman."
I looked over and saw a nurse standing in the doorway.
"Its time," my mother said as she tapped my knee before getting out of
her chair.
"Can you go with me," I asked?
"I can try. The worst they can do is to ask me to leave."
The nurse led us to a room and handed me a surgical gown. Her English
was somewhat mangled but I understood that she wanted me to strip down
and put on the gown.
The nurse closed the door behind her and I undressed in front of my
mother.
"Let me take one last look at that rascal before they chop it off," Mom
said.
I wasn't sure, but I think she was trying to be funny, so I gave her the
benefit of the doubt by laughing.
Several minutes later, another nurse stopped by and she took my
temperature and blood pressure. I assumed everything was okay, because
she didn't say any thing about it as she wrote it down on my chart.
That nurse left and my mother and I spent the next 30 or so minutes
waiting, mostly in silence. I felt like we should be talking and maybe
she felt the same way, but I didn't know what to say and I guess she
didn't either.
I was kind of relieved when another nurse showed up. She led me out into
the hall and helped me on to a gurney. Mom followed as an orderly pushed
me down the hall to the operating room. I felt my heart pounding fast.
Oh my God! What am I doing, I wondered. They're going to cut my balls
of and make a woman out of me. This is so crazy. Its insane. Why in the
world am I doing this? I must be dreaming.
I turned my head to the side and saw my mother walking beside me, keeping
pace with the orderly. I told her I loved her.
"I love you too, Sweetheart," she said. "Is every thing okay? Are you
feeling alright?"
I knew this was her way of saying I could roll off the gurney and make a
mad dash for the exit. "Every thing is great," I lied.
A nurse stopped my mother as the orderly pushed me past two big doors.
There was a man in a white coat waiting for me. He smiled and said
something in Spanish. I heard the door open behind me and my mother and
the nurse who had stopped her joined us in the room. Several words were
exchanged between the doctor and the nurse. The doctor nodded and the
nurse left.
Mom told me that the doctor was an anesthesiologist and that she was
going to stay with me until I became unconscious.
The doctor had me roll over on my side and my mother held my hand as I
felt a painful prick in my spine.
"He's giving you an epidural," Mom said. "I had one when I gave birth to
you. Its only going to hurt for a minute or so and then you'll feel
good."
"Is it going to knock me out," I asked.
"No, I don't think so. At least it shouldn't. I think he'll give you
something else to put you to sleep.
The doctor covered my face with a mask after he finished giving me the
epidural. I remember thinking that it smelled sweet, as my mother's face
and her voice drifted over me in the far distance.
I thought I'd go to sleep and just pass out, but it wasn't like that. I
guess you'd call it dreaming but it felt more real than that.
It's not like I've ever had a near death experience, but that was what it
was like. It felt like I was dying and my life was passing before my
eyes. And it wasn't just me who was seeing and feeling it. Everyone I
ever knew was there and they knew everything I was thinking and they were
seeing me for what I was. I felt exposed, ashamed, and remorseful.
I saw myself as a boy, living large on the football field and fucking
girls in the back seat of my car. It was more than imagination. It was
total recall. I'd been a boy and I'd been good at it and I had enjoyed
it. So why was I doing this to myself?
Someone hit the rewind button on my brain and I saw my self as a little
boy of 5 or 6, sitting on my mother's bed and watching her smoke as she
put on her make-up. Was my little penis hard? I think it was, but I
didn't know why.
The scene changed and I was still a young boy but I had done something
wrong. Mom and I were back in her bedroom and I was leaned over her lap
with my naked ass exposed. I saw the two of us in her mirror as she
spanked my bare bottom with a cigarettes clutched between her teeth. I
should have been scared or at least in pain, but the expression on my
face was full of wonder and awe as I watched her smoke and spank me in
the mirror. She looked so strong and powerful and I loved her for it.
Did she feel my little penis poking against her thigh?
Several years passed and I saw myself alone in my parent's room, going
though my mother's dresser. I felt the smoothness of her silky panties
against my fingers. What would it feel like to put them on, I wondered?
I urged my younger self to stop but he didn't hear me. I watched in
horror and anger as the little boy took off his clothes and replaced them
with his mother's silky garments.
What would my life had been like had I resisted, I wondered?
I saw the little boy eyeing his mother's pack of cigarettes. We both
knew they were bad, but neither of us could resist the need to slip one
out of the pack and hold it the way we'd seen our mother do thousands of
times before.
Did I think I looked pretty and all grown up waving that unlit cigarette
in the air as my little penis poked out against my mother's panties?
God help me. Make it stop!
There I was in my bed, a couple years later, jacking off into a pair of
my mother's panties while thinking about Mr. Elden, my father's friend.
I remember that night well because it was the first time I had ever
fantasized about an older man fucking me. I imagined my parents were
there in the room with us, applauding and cheering me on as Mr. Elden
fucked me hard, the way I imagined my father fucking my mother.
A sense of remorse filled me as the little boy ejaculated into our
mother's panties. We both knew what we had done and felt ashamed.
I watched the little boy and listened to his thoughts as he aged before
me. I felt the excitement in his groin as he yearned to dress like our
mother and be like her. I watched him as he spied on Mom and Mrs.
Jackson and Mrs. Estes as they sat around the kitchen table smoking and
gossiping. I felt his desire to join them at the table as their peer,
dressed like them and smoking like them, and talking about all the things
that older women talk about.
I saw myself on a date with Madison Bulloch, kissing her and thinking
about how she was wasting her life by not taking up smoking. If I had
been a girl I would have started smoking in a heart beat, and some day
when I was older, I'd be a woman like my mom, smoking and puffing, and
looking pretty and fucking.
Oh God, help me. Make it stop...but it didn't stop.
Although it had never happened, I saw myself standing in a room
surrounded by everyone I knew. I was dressed in my mother's clothes and
smoking a cigarette for them all to see. The looks on their faces said
it all. They were disgusted and so was I.
Why did I want to be a woman....an older woman, like my mom? Why was I so
willing to give away my life as a boy and my future as a man? Why was I
in such a hurry to grow up?
I saw my self sitting on the edge of my bed holding up a bra to my flat
chest and I asked him why? Why do I want to do this? Why do I want to
be like Mom? He laid the bra on his lap and looked up at me, and that
was wrong. He shouldn't have been able to see me, much less hear me or
talk to me, but there he was, looking me in the eye and shaking his head.
"You did this to us," he said. "This is all your fault. You ruined my
life. You ruined our life."
"But why? Why do I want to do it?" I asked. "How come I can't stop by
myself."
He sneered at me as if I was dog shit under his feet and said, "Don't ask
me. Ask Mom."
"Ask me what, Honey?"
I don't know how my mother got there because I didn't see her come in,
but she was standing beside the bed, next to the boy who was myself. She
was smoking a cigarette and looking at me as if I was crazy, which I most
certainly was, but she didn't have to look at me like that. Didn't she
know how bad I was hurting?
"Why do I want to be like you?" I asked.
Mom took a puff from her cigarette and exhaled the smoke into to a giant
cloud that filled the room. I felt myself coughing and hacking and
gasping for air. I couldn't see her and then I did.
Her face was blurry, but it was my mom and she look both happy and
worried. "Oh my God," she said. "Darren! Can you hear me? Darren,
wake up!"
"Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital, baby."
"The hospital. Did they...? Am I....?"
Mom bit her lip and wiped a tear from her eye. "Yes, sweetheart. You're
a woman now."
I moved my hands from my side and reached for my balls and my penis, but
they were both gone. A wave of emotions fell over me as I realized the
gravity of the situation. I'd gone to sleep as a boy and had woke up as
a woman.
A woman! Do I have breasts, I wondered? Of course I do! They blocked
my view of the door. "Is it okay to touch them," I asked.
"Yes, sweetheart. Its okay. You're all healed. We were just waiting
for you to wake up."
"But I thought I was supposed to sore. And how come there aren't any
bandages on my face. Didn't Dr. Rivera say I'd be all blistered and
everything."
"You were all blistered but there was a problem during surgery. You
almost died, honey."
"But I'm okay now?"
"Yes, Sweetheart. You're fine, but you've been in a coma."
"A coma? For how long?"
"Tomorrow would have made three months," she cried. "I thought we'd lost
you."
"Its okay, Mom. I'm okay. You don't have to cry. Everything is going
to be alright now."
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
I told her I was starved, but that before I did anything, I wanted to see
myself. "Is there a mirror?" I asked.
"In a minute or so," she said. "I think we should probably tell someone
you're awake. I know the doctor is going to want to talk to you first."
"Is something wrong, Mom? How come you won't get me a mirror? Was there
another problem with the surgery? You know...besides me not waking up and
every thing?"
"Its nothing to be worried about, Darling. Its just that you've had a
lot cosmetic surgery done and well...you don't look like your self and it
might come as a shock. And I just think we should wait a while, until
you've been awake a little longer. The important thing to keep in mind
is that you're a woman now and you'll never be a boy again, and that is
what you wanted. Isn't it? Please tell me its what you want."
My mother was scaring me. Was there something wrong? Obviously
something had gone wrong during the surgery, or else I wouldn't have been
in a coma for three months.
She asked me the question again. "Please, Honey. I need to know. Do
you still want to be a woman?"
I asked her if I had a choice. "Can the doctors do it over again and
change me back?"
"No," she said sadly.
"Then yes, I want to be a woman. It's okay Mom. Its what I wanted. You
didn't do anything wrong?"
I took her hand in mine and she started sobbing, which only scared me
more.
"Mom. What's wrong? You can tell me. Am I ugly? Is that it?"
"No, Honey? You're ugly."
"Then let me see."
"Okay then," Mom said as she picked her purse off the floor and rummaged
through it for a compact.
My breath grew more shallow as I anticipated the worse. She opened the
compact and held the mirror up to my face for me to see.
THE END
Author's Note: This is the final chapter of, "Like Mother Like Son".
However, its not the end of Darren Peterman's story. Remember when I
asked for comments about what age Nancy should be? One reader suggested
ending this story and making two different endings. I liked that idea,
so that's what I'm going to do.
Be on the look out for:
1) Like Mother Like Sister
2) Like Mother Like Mother
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