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I woke with a start to the dogs going nuts. They were howling wildly at
the door, which someone was knocking on. Liz was holding onto them as I
got up and answered it. There was a man standing there, in an expensive
suit with a fake smile, a fake tan, and fake hair. I stood there, not
opening the storm door, sizing him up as best I could. I was far less
intimidating in this new body, however.
"Can I help you?"
"Ahh, yes," he began. He didn't sound local, his accent revealed a
northern origin. "I'm here to speak to you, actually. I'm not sure
what to call you, is it Nick, or...?"
"Nicole. Who are you exactly?"
"My name is James Redman, you may have gotten an email from me?" I had,
in fact. He was with ABC, who wanted to buy my story for an episode of
their medical drama.
"Yeah. I got it, haven't had time to reply to anything yet." I
motioned for Liz to put the dogs in the back bedroom, and I unlocked and
opened the storm door.
"Oh, that's quite all right," he said, as he stepped inside, "It's a
lovely place you have here." The house was a mess, and he was a bad
liar.
"Have a seat," I said as I motioned to the couch. He took a seat, and I
sat on the loveseat. Liz joined us, and sat next to me.
"Thank you. Now let me say, I was astounded by your story. You have
been through something that no other person could possibly comprehend.
What I, and the people I represent, would like to do, is use your story,
and information only you can provide, to create a special episode of our
show, you may have heard of it, Grey's Anatomy?"
"We're not strangers to it." Liz was a fan of the show, but I didn't
really enjoy it.
"Well, that's good. As I was saying, we would need information that
only you can provide for us. Details about what you experienced, your
recovery, and how you feel now."
"Well, that's all good and well, but you surely didn't fly all the way
here to tell me the same thing you told me in your email."
"No, and you're right, of course. I was sent here to find out exactly
what you were ready to accept and negotiate possible payment, as well as
get some preliminary ideas for the writers to get started on."
"So how much give and take are we talking, exactly?"
We negotiated back and forth for several minutes. Eventually it was
settled. I was going to receive $10,000 today, and another $40,000 once
the show aired. All I had to do was do a teleconference one day next
week and tell some of my deepest darkest secrets of the past two months.
I thought the amount was fairly low, but I would've had to fly out to
California and spend a lot more time on this than I really wanted to in
order to get a few thousand more.
I carefully reviewed the contract he'd filled in. I was no stranger to
legalese, but it checked out. This was simply an agreement to allow
them to use the story, a more formal contract would cover the
information and full payment, but he'd have to have that mailed to me.
As he handed me a check for $10,000, I couldn't help but sit there and
blink. I held in my hands right now, 5 months worth of work. I'd
always dreamed of being a millionaire and retiring young. This check
was the beginning of minute two. I had 13 more minutes to go, and then
wherever the chips fell, that's where they fell.
Liz was more excited than I'd ever seen her. I just wanted to sit in
quiet and think about my next move, but there was no way that would
happen. She was on the phone, telling her mom about the check, about
how our story was going to be on Grey's, about everything.
When she got off the phone, I made her sit down with me. "We need to
talk," I started. "That was the first of several things like that that
are going to happen, and soon."
"Okay, like what else?" she asked.
"Well, I have about 50 emails from people wanting interviews. Barbara
Walters wants to interview me, TLC wants to make a reality series about
us, and Discovery wants us on their weird medical stories show. There
are others, too."
"I don't wanna do no reality show."
"Neither do I. That's firmly in the 'no' pile."
"Okay. What about the others?"
"Well, the two I mentioned are two I want to do. There was talk at the
press conference about doing a TV movie, or a book deal too."
"Yeah. Well, whatever you want to do is fine with me."
"Even if I wanna do the porno?" I grinned at her.
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yeah, I doubt it's a serious offer though. The same people that offer
every hot girl who makes the news a million bucks to do porn."
"Oh yeah, that's funny."
"I'm not gonna do it, of course."
"Well yeah."
So it was settled. I'd milk the interviews for what I could get, and
see if I could find any other ways to monetize on my situation, at least
in the near-term. I had an idea.
"Hey, you remember that gaming live stream I used to do?" The year
before, I'd run a stream where viewers could watch me play games and
banter on my webcam. It sounded silly, but a few dozen people would
check it out every so often.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"I bet I could direct some traffic to it now looking like this. I just
have to get to where I'm good at games again." I began trying to think
of all the new releases I'd missed.
"You probably could. So you're gonna camwhore now?"
"Ouch. That hurt me right in the give-a-damner, I think you broke it."
"Just sayin'. You're the one who freaked out at one guy staring at your
ass, now you're talking about having a thousand guys staring at your
tits."
When she put it like that, I was unsure again. It was true, girls who
did streams always had tons of uncomfortable comments in chat. There
was a certain type of girl who could lap up that kind of attention like
it was milk and honey, but I was not that type of girl. I wasn't any
conventional type of girl, actually.
I decided I'd better go check and see what the internet was saying about
me. I got up, headed back to my office, and Firefox won the race today.
Reddit was pretty quiet about me today, which was nice.
CNN had a blurb about me, but ABC, as well as the local news stations,
were still plastering me on their front page. It was slightly
uncomfortable. I replied to my emails in the affirmative, saying I'd
accept the two offers I'd decided on, and giving them my phone number to
reach me. Now it was in their court.
I had an email from a book publisher. This was really what I was
waiting for, there was no chance anything else would make me as happy as
this. I had two options, either I could write the book myself, or have
a ghost writer do it for me. Obviously, writing it myself had a better
payoff, but having someone else do it still had a decent paycheck
attached to it, and all I had to do was write a few dozen pages, they'd
fill in the rest.
That was one I'd have to mull over. I replied back, saying that while I
would love to write the book, I was working full time and couldn't
afford to up and quit my job, but I'd think it over the rest of this
week.
It was Facebook's turn to grab my attention. Now that I had the legal
paperwork I needed, and the email was sent off to everyone, I could
change my name on my account. I laughed at myself, because I felt like
this was a bigger deal than everything else had been. My driver's
license, my social security card, that was private stuff. This was me
saying to everyone that I was a new person. I submitted the form, and
that was that. I was unceremoniously forever altered in the public eye.
With that final, crushing blow, Nick was gone forever.
My profile picture had never been myself. It had alternated between
movie characters, memes, cartoons, video games, and that sort of thing,
so I didn't have to change that right away. The nice thing was that
there was no mass notification, I was just going to be listed with a new
name from here on out.
I was done with the internet for the moment. It was time to game.
Video games were my true passion, I'd played games of some sort almost
every day of my life from the time I was 5 until now. I'd refined my
skills, and I could theorycraft in Roleplaying games, micromanage in
strategies, and had lightning reflexes for even the twitchiest shooters.
I fired up Portal, it was older but still one of my favorite games.
Soon, I discovered that my reflexes were going to be anything but
lightning. Losing your muscle memory is a difficult thing to describe.
Imagine all the tiny little motions you make throughout the day, things
you've done hundreds of times. Things that don't take any effort at all
to do, like tying your shoes, or even chewing food. Nothing was
automatic for me anymore, every movement I made required conscious
effort, which slowed me down a small amount in everything I did. It was
far more obvious in games, however. Things in this game required
pinpoint accuracy, which was easy, with instantaneous reaction times,
which were impossible for me now.
I got through a few levels before I completely gave up. I was not a
professional level player anymore. I was going to have to start my
gaming career all over again.
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The rest of the day was uneventful. I played guitar some, unpacked and
threw away most of Christine's belongings in my office, keeping the
guitar tuner, laptop, and a few books. Liz and I got my new clothes and
other things put away, and we relaxed most of the evening away on the
couch. I laid my head on Liz's lap, and she gently stroked my hair as
we watched Doctor Who reruns. We talked about what we were going to do
the rest of the week, so far all we could agree on was cashing the check
and waiting to see what happened with all of the media offers.
The rest of the pizza became dinner, and eventually it was time for bed.
Liz and I went back to the bedroom to change. I pulled my shirt off,
and with some difficulty unhooked and removed my bra. I grabbed my
sleep shirt from the bed, where I'd thrown it this morning. As I popped
my head through the neck of the shirt, I saw Liz undressing. I'd seen
it hundreds of times, but I couldn't help but get turned on whenever I
saw her butt. It was small, round, and unbelievably ticklish.
I thought of all the times I'd taken her from behind, squeezing,
spanking, and grabbing it as I thrusted between her legs, and then
realized I was never going to be doing anything of the sort again. Sex
had a new definition for me, as it did for her now as well. My heart
sank lower in my chest than I thought possible. Despite my best
attempts, things were never going to be back to normal. I was always
thinking to myself that if I kept pushing on, kept adapting, that things
would go back to the way they used to be.
The fact that I no longer had a penis was still an abstract thought to
me until that moment. The correlation between the void between my legs,
the changes I'd been forced to make already, and the fact that I didn't
have a dick anymore just hadn't occurred to me yet. At that moment, I
didn't know if sex was even going to be enjoyable, if I was going to be
able to satisfy Liz, or if she would be able or willing to satisfy me.
Liz and I both dealt in abstracts a lot. I wouldn't be surprised if
that bit of cold hard reality hadn't set in for her either.
I tried to shake it off as Liz finished getting ready for bed. She took
the dogs outside in her pajamas while I brushed my teeth, and then we
were laying in bed. I snuggled up close to her, kissing her shoulder.
"You know I love you, right?" I asked, half-playfully.
"Well yeah. I love you too," she replied, "you sleepy?"
"Not particularly. You?"
"A little. I have to go to work in the morning though." Liz's job
didn't have the same level of security as mine did, and while she'd been
able to take a few days off this week, they weren't all together, and
tomorrow I was going to spend the day home alone.
"Yeah, but it's not that late..."
She glanced over at the clock. "It's pretty late."
"So just go to sleep?" I asked. She shrugged.
I kissed her shoulder again, and she wrapped her arm around me. I was
used to being the one wrapping my arms around her, but now I was the
smaller of us, and the dynamic had changed to reflect that. It still
felt a little awkward, but it was peaceful being held like this. She
tilted her head towards me, and our lips touched softly.
I ran my hand along her side, waiting for a reaction before I went any
further. She turned toward me, which was her 'No sex, but lots of
cuddling' signal. That was all right. I rolled onto my side and she
draped her arm across my stomach, scooting up close. We spooned like
that for a few minutes before it was her hand's turn to wander, slipping
up until she had her hand firmly on my breast.
"Hey now," I murmured.
Liz giggled a little and gently squeezed my breast. It was a unique
feeling, not instantly sexual as I'd always thought it would be, but
pleasurable. I felt my nipple begin to harden. She kissed the back of
my neck, and I melted. Perhaps I'd read the signs wrong, and this is
how Liz was signaling me that she wanted to take charge of our first
sexual encounter. I felt her tugging my shirt up, and then her hand was
on my bare skin. Her hands were cold, which made me gasp, and made my
nipple even harder when she touched it, gently rolling it between her
fingers. I closed my eyes and sighed, anxiety fading and tension
rising. I felt a warm pulse throughout my body, and turned my body to
kiss Liz.
As I did so, she pulled my shirt up more, baring both of my breasts.
The bulk of the shirt was uncomfortable, so I lifted myself up and
pulled it off. The cool air of the bedroom made both of my nipples as
hard as diamond, and Liz seemed to enjoy brushing them with her
fingertips, which was sending electricity through me. I felt flushed,
my body was reacting in ways I'd never experienced before. There was a
pleasant warmth flowing throughout me, and every brush of her fingertips
caused me to tingle all over.
It was impossible to keep my mouth quiet, and a slight moan escaped my
lips as Liz kissed me. I tried to pull her closer, to kiss me and never
stop, but she smiled and kissed my neck, and then my shoulder, and then
my chest, before finally flicking the nipple closest to her with her
tongue.
If the cold had made my nipples hard, the warm wetness of her tongue
made them like putty. I took a sharp breath, unprepared for the
sensation. She looked up at me and gently closed her lips around it,
sucking it gently. I barely registered that she'd shifted her hand
until I felt it on my thigh.
Anxiety returned. I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't sure if I
was ready for it. As she gently rubbed and massaged my inner thigh, I
felt a warm wetness forming somewhere inside me, in a place that hadn't
existed yet in my mind. I wanted to find out more. I wanted to feel
it. I wanted...
It had to stop. I couldn't deal with it right then. "No." I said it
clearly, so there would be no confusion. Liz immediately stopped and
scooted up to me.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I just...I don't know if I'm ready. It felt really good, I just...I
can't do it tonight. It's nothing to do with you, it was amazing."
Liz nodded, but the look on her face made me feel terrible. My heart
sank again.
"Listen. Just give me tomorrow. I promise, tomorrow, we can do
anything you want."
Liz nodded again. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm just really eager to try this
out, see how it's all gonna work."
"I am too hun," I replied, "I just need to be a little less scared of
having my bits touched."
"I'm scared too, honestly. I mean, this isn't easy for me, you know
that. I love you, more than anything. I just am scared that I'm gonna
screw up and ruin things."
"You're not gonna ruin anything. You were perfect just then."
"I was just copying what you always do to me." It was true, like she'd
memorized my playbook.
"Well, apparently I've been doing it right all along."
"I coulda told you that before, you didn't have to go and become a woman
just to find that out."
I laughed heartily before replying, "Well, yeah, I guess I didn't have
to get your car totaled after all."
We snuggled for a little while after. I never put my shirt back on, it
felt better to just let Liz keep me warm by staying close. As we
drifted off to sleep, her hand found my breast again.
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