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Author's note: This is an original work of transgender fiction. Any
similarity between any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.
I. The Strange Death of David Parmenter
by Erin Shoemaker, Jr.
5. Details
"Ohhhh..." David moaned hoarsely. "Ohhhhh..." as he began to wake-up. As
he did, the machines in the next room that had been monitoring his
physiology immediately shut off the subliminal messages.
He was back in his room. His world was swimming and swirling as he
blinked open his eyes. But the pain in his head was unbearable. It was
only a few seconds until the rest of him chimed in with pain - his
groin, his waist, his arms and legs - it felt like he had been rummaging
around inside a washing machine for an hour and had been beaten and
bruised all over. His mouth was dry and coated, and he gagged as he
swallowed and moved his tongue around to try to get some saliva flowing.
The light from the window only made things worse, so he shut his eyes
and continued to moan.
Reaching up to ring for the nurse, he found that his arms were bound.
"Nurse..." he called out as best he could. But there was no immediate
response, so he tried again, "Nurse!" Perhaps it was a little louder,
but still it elicited no response. But what was this? The sounds
coming out of his mouth were not familiar. His inner voice was still
the same old David Parmenter voice, but the call for assistance which
issued from him was not that - it was at least a full octave higher.
"What the fuck..." he said, only to find the same alien voice coming
forth. "Jesus Christ!" he cried with some pain, "I sound completely
different." But the effort to speak provided a quick and intense
reminder that he shouldn't be trying. So he settled back into the
pillows and waited - waited for his jailers to come and explain all
this. But the latent effects of his sedation were not quite ready to
release him yet, and he soon drifted back into a kind of semi-
consciousness.
It was only a little later that the door to his room opened and in
walked Patterson and her faithful sidekick. She sat down next to David
on the side of the bed, and gave him a few little shoves on the
shoulder. "David... David," she said. "David you need to wake-up now..."
Her voice entered his delirium, and soon his eyes began to blink open
again. Looking up into Patterson's face was no real incentive to wake
up at all, but she would not let him drift back once she saw that he was
coming around. "Well well," she said with a lizard-like smile. "It's
about time you woke up. You've been sleeping a long time now."
Trying to respond, he squeaked out, "How long?" It was then the memory
of his changed voice came flooding back. "And what the fuck has
happened to my voice?"
"Now now, take it easy," she said condescendingly and patting him on his
bald head. "You've been sleeping for almost a day and a half. But not
to worry... this is common. As the skin begins to bond with you, it
requires a good deal of energy, and so your body is working overtime to
accommodate the change. You will begin to feel better once we get some
food in you, and you regain your wits from the effects of the sedative.
"But what about my voice?" he asked. "I sound like a freak - like a
geek..."
"Oh David, patience dear boy," she said. "It will soon even itself
out."
"But why am I bound?" he asked with trepidation.
"Common practice," she answered. "We didn't want you to fall off the
bed in your sleep in case you rolled around. Here, let me remove them."
And she bent forward and unzipped the Velcro restraints on his wrists
and elbows.
Instinctively he began to exercise his arms up and down. But something
didn't feel quite right. Besides the normal joint pain that comes from
inactivity, his arms felt lighter somehow. So holding them up in front
of himself, he was astonished to see that they were much more slender
that before. And his hands were smaller, and in spite of not having any
fingernails, his fingers seemed longer and more slender as well. He
turned them back and forth in front of him, inspecting and rubbing them
together.
The whole time, the smiling Patterson watched with keen interest.
Eventually she spoke up and asked, "So how do you feel? Are you
experiencing any pain or discomfort?"
"Yes," was the answer coming from the alien voice. "Everywhere..."
"Oh I'm sorry," she said. Then turning to the nurse, ordered her to get
him some pain killers. She quickly disappeared out of the room.
"She'll be right back, and we'll have you fixed up in no time. But for
now, I need to give you a quick exam. So..."
Without waiting for a reply, she threw off the blankets, and stood
staring down at him for a time. Rubbing her chin she continued to
mutter meaningless sounds, "Humm...", "Yes..." and began poking and prodding
him. "Well this all looks pretty good. So now tell me David, where do
you hurt?"
Answering with his funny little voice, he described the general pain he
was having in his limbs, and then the specific areas of his waist, groin
and neck. "Yes... yes that is all common. Most of our patients
experience some slight discomfort immediately after the procedure. But
trust me, this will pass soon enough, and..."
Just then Nurse Debra reentered with a little covered tray. Soon he was
once again serving as her human pincushion as she delivered the
analgesic into his arm. Within seconds he could feel the pain melting
away, and a great cloud lifting from him mind. "Feel better now?" asked
Debra. "Oh yes," he said in his new voice.
But the freedom from the pain gave him new energy, and so he pressed
home his concern. With a stronger voice now, he asked forcefully,
"What's with my voice? I sound completely different. How long is this
going to last?"
Patterson looked up at the nurse, and they nodded to each other as if an
unspoken message had passed between them. Then she turned back to him
and said very seriously, "David, you remember why you have gone through
all this, yes? You came to us to give you a new life - a fresh start if
you will - free from the worry of always looking over your shoulder,
never sure if you car will explode, or worse, that harm will come to
your loved ones."
"Uh huh," he said in the affirmative.
"Well, we have found the best insurance to make sure this all happens is
to make sure that the person that walks out these doors is not only
untraceable in any way to their former life, but is about as far from
their old life as they can get. And so, it our standard operating
procedure, forgive the pun, to give our patients a new persona as
different as we possibly can from the old. Make sense?"
"Yes, I suppose so," he said back.
Patterson sat looking at him, smiling, for a minute before continuing.
"Well I think that perhaps the easiest way to explain this is for you to
try to stand and come with us."
With this Nurse Debra stepped forward, and while wrapping him around
with his bed sheet, the two of them helped him to his feet. He was very
unstable, and so with one of them on each arm, they slowly walked him
into the little bathroom. Closing the door to reveal the large mirror
that was mounted on its back, they turned him to face it. 'OK now
David," Patterson said while gripping his arm tightly, "this is may be a
little shocking, so take it easy."
She nodded to Debra, who slowly undid the sheet as David watched it fall
to the floor. Then looking up into the mirror he gasped out loud as
what he saw. Standing in front of him, supported by the images of his
keepers, was a bizarre, naked and hairless being. Quickly his eyes
dropped to his groin where he saw nothing; his penis was gone. "What
the fuck!" he cried out as his knees buckled and he began to collapse to
the floor. But his helpers held him up.
"I know this must be a shock," said Patterson, "but this is only the raw
template of your new body. Within no time at all, as your body
assimilates your new skin, you will begin to take on the shape and
characteristics of your new body."
Still just staring at the freak in front of him, it suddenly became
clear why his voice had changed. "And what are the characteristics of
my new body?" he asked.
"Debra?" said Patterson motioning to her. She picked up the sheet and
wrapped it around him again. "Come, let us sit back down on the bed."
Then after a second, she started again, "David, I just tried to explain
to you our procedures to ensure success. We have found, through trial
and error unfortunately, that the best way to facilitate this is to have
each subject [pause] change their sex." She waited...
David's head snapped up to look into her face. "What? What are you
talking about?"
"David, your best opportunity to be free from ever having to worry again
is for you to make the most radical change you can. Therefore, we have
started the process to provide you with a completely new identity,
including a new sex. It's the only way to be sure."
"You've gotta be fucking kidding!" he cried in despair. "I don't want
to be a girl. I don't know anything about being a girl. I can't be a
girl..." but at this point his head was spinning out of control. The
women watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed
back into the pillows.
* * * * * *
The subliminal programming automatically shut off again. "This is
getting old," he thought as he once again tried to shake himself out of
a drug induced delirium. The spinning room, the thick coating of white
goo in his mouth, the pounding head... Blinking his eyes open one more
time, he saw Nurse Debra rise from her chair, and while sitting down
next to him on the bed reaching forward and pressing the call button.
"Good afternoon David," she said softly, "how are you feeling now?"
"Like shit," he said. It was then he noticed that his voice was still
registering in its new higher pitch, and the remembrances of the
previous conversation came flooding back like a wave washing over him.
"What the fuck have you done to me?"
"Now now," she said patting him on the shoulder. "We know it's a shock,
and if it helps, almost all our patients usually feel the same way. It
just takes some getting used to. But for now, here are your pills." She
handed him the little paper cup, now so familiar to him, and pouring his
some water from the nightstand, watched as he once again down the bevy
of multi-colored pills and capsules.
Then as he was about to begin a long discourse of expletives and other
choice language, the door opened and in walked 'Dr. Troll'. "Well, up
and lucid are we?" she asked as she approached and took on the bed
vacated by the nurse.
"Listen you freak," he said, "I want this thing, this skin, taken off me
at once. I did not sign on for this kind of, well, I don't know what
the fuck to call it - rearrangement? "
She sat looking sadly at him for a moment, and then while taking his
hand said, "David, it's not physically possible." And she paused again
watching his reaction. "Do you remember when we spoke a few days ago
and I gave you the opportunity to back out? I told you that that was
your last opportunity - and - you agreed to go ahead."
"Yeah but you didn't say anything about turning me into a girl," he shot
back at her.
"Look David, our goal is to keep you safe - for the rest of your life,"
she responded. "Believe me, we have been doing this for some time now,
and have tried all different scenarios; plastic surgery, relocations,
faking deaths, and so forth. Unfortunately during this period, we found
that invariably, somehow, someway, they were each eventually detected.
This led, in most cases, to their deaths - sometimes horribly so. So
about five years ago, we decided to overlay all the techniques we had
tired individually before. And it was about this same time that we made
rapid and significant advances in the biogenetic suit. This worked. To
date, not a single one of our patients so treated has been detected,
and, I'm happy to report, they are all living normal, successful and
mostly happy lives."
David could only listen in disbelief. He could easily understand the
logic of the whole approach, and felt a certain level of comfort upon
learning this, but still...
"But I'll be a fucking chick!" he said anxiously.
"Yes you will be," she said. "But think about it; think about the trade
off you've made. You could have spent you entire life in fear for
yourself and your family, or you can move on with a fresh start. You
will have all the advantages we can offer you, and will have a most
comfortable life. You will be younger, attractive, and reasonably well
off. You can even go back into your chosen field at some point, since
there eventually will be absolutely no way anyone can find out who you
once were. Even you DNA won't give you away - it's really quite
marvelous."
David's angst was easing a bit, but his mind kept rolling forward to the
time he had to walk out the doors of that place. "But how can I do it?
How can I pass as a woman? I don't think I can."
"Not to worry," she said. "During the next month or so, as you body
begins to transform, we will teach you all you need to know. Beginning
tomorrow, we will begin your training. You will be meeting daily with
Dr. Candice Abele who will teach you what it is to be a young woman in
today's society. By the time you leave here, it will be as if you were
born and raised female. You will be a woman in every sense of the
word." He could only stare in awe.
After another long pregnant pause, "If it helps, some patients that have
a high intellectual capacity, like yourself, have stated that it helped
them to consider the whole training process as if they were back in
college, learning a new profession or discipline. Study, study, study...
Testing themselves, acting out, and so forth."
David didn't know how to respond then. It all just made sense, but
still, "I'm going to be a woman! My god!"
They sat for a bit just looking at each other, before she again spoke,
"So David, it is time to begin your new life. To this end, we will
begin to call you by your new name, Sandra Lorraine Taylor. Does that
sound nice?"
Somehow, the name seemed familiar to him, and when she said it for the
first time, it was like a veil had been lifted somewhere deep inside his
head. Sandra Lorraine Taylor - yes, yes that would be fine. "Yes," he
said in his new voice, her voice. "That does sound nice."
Patterson smiled as she realized that the subliminal conditioning has
done its job. Sandra had already begun to disassociate David. All was
proceeding according to schedule. "Alright then," she said with her
toadish smile. Excellent - Sandi."
As she stood from the bed, she said again, "Excellent... so we'll see you
in the morning and I will introduce you to Candice. You will love her,
she is just wonderful..." With that she turned and quickly left the room.
Nurse Debra moved back to the position on the bed, and once again gently
laid her hand on his - or her - shoulder. "Sandi," she said, "that's
such a nice name; so cheery and young sounding."
Sandi could only smile and nod in agreement as the nurse rose to leave.
Looking down on her, she said smiling, "Listen, you will make a
wonderful girl Sandi. I know some of what you will begin to learn
tomorrow will be somewhat cut-and-dry, kind of bookish, so I want you to
know that I will be here for you. If you don't understand something
you're being taught, or have questions about this or that, we can always
talk. I hope I can help you in any way on your new journey to
womanhood."
With that she left the room, leaving the shapeless being lying on the
bed. "Sandra Lorraine Taylor - Sandra Lorraine Taylor" - over and over
the name kept rolling through in her bald head, as she lay back into the
pillows and tried to think of what lay ahead for her.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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