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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.
6. Awakening
David Parmenter, soon to become Sandi Taylor, spent a restless night.
Her thoughts continued to run rampant regarding what life held in store
for her. But little by little, the thoughts of her previous life began
to get sallied away into that drawer of her mental filing cabinet
labeled as 'his past'. In essence, she was beginning to accept the fact
that her former self, Mr. David Parmenter of San Francisco, was someone
she once knew; someone that had been killed by the mob; someone who had
his ashes scattered across the surface of the sea. And as these
memories got filed away, her brain went into endless cycles of trying to
surmise where she would wind up. Would she be living in a small town in
central Nevada slinging hash, or be an executive in the hustle and
bustle of lower Manhattan? And she found herself actually beginning to
get excited at the prospects.
Her mind would follow down the paths of all the various scenarios she
could think of, and try to trace them to some kind of equilibrium where
all this madness will calm down and she can just live again. But as she
followed these paths, they all eventually led to the same disturbing
place - sex. Would she be expected, or could she be expected, to carry
on life like all other women did? Could she ever even think of the idea
of having sex with another man? For in her mind, although more
accepting of her present situation, she still was a man; at least
currently. The idea seemed to be so foreign and alien to her that it
made her stomach turn. "Oh god," she would think, and close her eyes
tightly while trying to make these bizarre thoughts go away.
Eventually she drifted off; and again the monitors sensed her sleeping
and began the indoctrination program. But this time, new messages were
added. In addition to the constant reminders of who she was now, there
came the first subtle hints about the very thoughts that had troubled
her so. "Isn't he handsome?" it would repeatedly ask, while answering
its own question with "Yes." Still others, such as "He looks strong,"
or "His eyes are so inviting," or "He could protect you," kept playing
off and on over the rest of the night.
At the same time, the tiny automated machines running rampant through
her systems continued to perform their other functions. In the adjacent
room, a little red light on one of the panels suddenly illuminated. The
signal emitted was picked-up by the bio-nanobots embedded within the new
skin. Ever so slightly they began to coalesce, and as they moved toward
one another, the skin pulled and pushed her body. Relaxing at the hips,
they contracted at the waist. Still others began to dissolve bone in
strategic places while laying down bone in others. So subtle and
balanced were these actions that Sandi did not even wake up.
But morning finally came and Sandi awoke, and although a little sore,
she was mostly free from severe pain for the first time in days.
Instead of moaning and groping her way to consciousness, she stretched
and yawned, and spun up and around to sit on the side of the bed. And
as she sat she became cold, and realized that she was still naked. She
quickly grabbed the sheet and wrapped herself in it. Then it struck
her; she could feel cold against the body suit skin - it had already
bonded with her senses of heat and cold and touch. Reaching her
nailless right hand across, she pinched her other arm. "Ouch," she said
and realized that she could feel pain as well. And then she noticed,
sitting on the chair next to the bed, was a neatly folded pile of
clothes. "Oh, good," she said in her new voice, and stood to retrieve
them.
But she was annoyed to see that they had left women's clothes again.
"What the..." she started to say, but then remembered that she was now
supposed to be wearing these things... and there was nothing weird or
perverted about it, because she was to be Sandi Taylor now - a woman
now, who will wear women's clothes for the rest of her life. She turned
and placed the bundle on the bed, but then noticed there was a small
spot of blood on the bed sheets. Bending over to examine the spot, she
discovered a small slender piece of tissue perhaps three inches long.
She poked it with her finger and then gave a gasp as she saw that on the
top of each finger, a small crescent-shaped slit had formed - her
fingernails were beginning to grow back in. "Oh, this is a good thing,"
she said as she held up both hands to see.
Concerned about the blood however, she moved to the head of the bed and
pressed the call button. But before anyone answered her call, the urge
hit her - she could not remember the last time she had urinated, but her
severely over-expanded bladder was painfully reminding her. She grabbed
the pile of clothes and quickly moved into the bathroom. She lifted the
lid of the toilet, pulled down her pajama bottoms, and grabbed for her
penis to direct the flow, just as she had done all her life; her hand
found nothing. But the trapped liquid would not be contained any
longer, and began to rain down on the tile floor between her legs. "Oh
shit," she cried as she quickly dropped the toilet seat and sat down.
The humor was not lost on her, and she began to giggle and lightly laugh
- "Well I'd better get used to this..." she said out loud.
After cleaning up a bit, she started to dress. They had supplied her
with a new pair of flowered bedecked flannel pajamas, and clean white
cotton panties and a bra. Slipping on the panties she was slightly
shocked at the difference in fit between them and the boxers she had
been used to. Tight fitting with nothing covering the legs, the smooth
flat front seemed foreign to her. But the real oddity was the bra. She
held it up in front of her, turning it back and forth while examining
it. It appeared to be something like a young girl of twelve or thirteen
would wear - like a training bra. Then looking down at her chest, she
saw that two dark splotches had appeared - her nipples were starting to
grow in. She had to admit to herself that this gave her a little buzz
of excitement. But little else resembled anything like breasts.
Holding the bra up to her front, she realized that her clothier had
guessed correctly - there was nothing available to fill anything larger
than that which had been presented to her. So she slipped her arms into
the straps and tired, repeatedly, to cinch its hooks in the back. How
many times had the old David Parmenter struggled to remove these from
women? But now... Becoming frustrated, she removed her arms, spun it
around and closed the hooks in front of her, then spun it back around
and inserted her arms again. With a little adjustment, it was in place.
"Never thought I would be wearing one of these. Better get used to this
too," she said with a grin.
Closing the door, she wanted to look at herself in the mirror. What she
saw gave her pause. Standing in front of her was what looked like a
bald girl, at least the panties and bra made it look so. But she also
quickly noticed that her body was beginning to take on the distinct
womanly hourglass shape - broader hips, narrow waist and ribcage. She
turned and actually smiled as she saw that it appeared that her bottom
had rounded and expanded some, or at least it seemed so by the seemingly
increased indentation of the small of her back. "Wow..." she said.
Turning back she also was intrigued by what had happened to her face.
Leaning into the mirror, she saw that her cheekbones and risen and her
jaw had narrowed. Rubbing it, she was amazed that the creature in the
mirror did exactly the same. "Holy shit..." she cried in her new voice.
So after a few minutes of this self examination, she turned back to put
on the pajamas. The flannel felt soft and warm against her skin, and
again reminded her that sense of touch in the new skin had already been
assimilated. "This is fucking amazing..." she said as she rubbed her arms
together across her stomach. Without even noticing it, she cooed
slightly while feeling the soft cloth.
Patterson appeared in the room and called out for Sandi, who answered
from her position behind the bathroom door. "Is everything alright?"
she called.
"Well I think so, but there is some blood on the bed this morning."
Patterson quickly moved to the bed and bent over, examining the spot as
Sandi entered the room. "Excellent," exclaimed the doctor.
"What?" asked Sandi.
"Exactly on schedule," Patterson retorted. "This is the remnant of you
old urethra which has sloughed off during the night. Your new urinary
system is now intact, and I assume, is fully functional now."
"Oh yes," said Sandi with both humor and a degree of sarcasm in her
voice. "It's working just fine, thank you very much."
"Good, well I'll have someone come in and change your sheets, and after
breakfast, we'll go and meet your trainer." And without waiting for
reply, she had shot out of the room.
True to her word, the mess was cleaned up, breakfast was had, and
shortly thereafter the toadish doctor reappeared. "Shall we go?" she
asked.
Sandi, slipping on the robe that had been provided with the clothes,
left the room with Patterson and they proceeded down the long hallway to
another nondescript door. Patterson knocked lightly before opening the
door and walking in. Sitting behind a large dark wooden desk at the
back of the room against the windows, Sandi saw a woman who looked up as
they entered. 'Oh hello," she said with mild surprise. "Please come
in..." and she motioned for them to join her. "Please sit down."
Reaching across the desk to shake, she said, "You must be Sandi.
Welcome" and they shook hands. Please..." and she motioned for her to sit
down while she did the same. "Oh this is exciting!" she exclaimed.
Then while giving her a sly look said, "Sandi you are about to embark on
a great adventure... You are about to experience the awe and mystery
which reaches from the inner mind to [pause] the outer limits." And she
burst into laughter. "I'm sorry," she said continuing to laugh, "I just
love that line and have been dying to use it." The reference was
completely lost on Sandi...
Then giving a long look at Patterson, who took the hint, she said
disdainfully, "You're dismissed..." Patterson gave a grunt, and turning
to Sandi said, "I'll catch up with you at lunch..." She rose, turned and
gave a nasty look at the woman before hustling out the door.
"I just love to get under her skin - oh - no pun intended," she said
laughing again.
"Well, here we are. My name is Dr. Candice Abele, but please just call
me Candi. And you are...?" She waited for an answer.
"I'm Dav..." she hesitated, "I am Sandra Lorraine Taylor, but you can call
me Sandi," was the reply.
"Excellent!" cried the doctor with glee. "You've already began to get
accustomed to your new name." Leaning back in her chair she said, "OK
Sandi. My job here is to give you some personal training about how to
live your new life. Now I can only guess just how hard this must be - a
short time ago you were a young man, full of piss and vinegar, and now
suddenly you're a woman. How do you act? How do you walk? How do you
dress? What is expected of you in today's society? All that kind of
stuff... Do you understand?"
"Yes," was Sandi's answer.
"Good, then where would you like to start?"
Sandi thought this was a really odd question, but appreciated the fact
that she had been let in on the decision. "I don't know - I have no
idea. What would you suggest?"
After a slight hesitation, the doctor replied, "Well, how about we start
on the outside and work our way in. Let's begin with how to dress.
What is appropriate dress for what kind of occasion? Ya know, they say
that the clothes make the man, but this is even more so for women. You
can project to the world exactly what you are thinking about yourself
through your dress, even more so than men. You can dress like a
princess, or like a slut. You can be conservative or go wacko with
green hair. It's entirely up to you. But there are certain things that
you need to understand about the way women dress. And I think the first
of these is simply this... with a few exceptions, women dress to feel good
about themselves and to acknowledge their femininity. Most women - and
I say most, not all - do not want to look like men, but instead want to
remind the rest of the world that they are, indeed, women. Of course,
there are always exceptions, but generally I have found this to be true.
In spite of what some say, many if not most women want to feel
attractive - to both men and other women as well."
And so began the education of Sandi Taylor. Over the course of the next
few weeks, every aspect of modern womanhood would be discussed,
dissected, debated and expounded. Just some of the topics addressed
were personal health and beauty techniques including hair and make-up,
and, coming from a male background, how to avoid the pitfall of being
overly aggressive, as well as personal safety issues. Sandi proved
herself to be quick learner, and to Abele, seemed to be accepting the
myriad of life changes that she now had to face.
But along with this mental preparation, the physical changes continued
to progress. Within the first week of being cocooned, Sandi noticed
that her breasts were beginning to expand. Her nipples were enlarging
daily and were itching terribly. And each night while she slept, the
programmed changes in the skin continued to shape her. Her waist
continued to thin as did her limbs, neck and facial features. Her hair
grew rapidly and within two weeks, she was sporting shoulder-length
blond tresses, eyebrows and lashes, and even the beginnings of pubic
hair. Each day she would examine herself in the bathroom mirror, and
each day she was becoming not only more accepting of what she saw, but
more pleased with what she saw.
* * * * * *
During one afternoon toward the middle of the third week, Nurse Debra
arrived at Abele's office with an armful of magazines. "Candi," she
said, "I think it's about time for Sandi to pick out a wardrobe. Don't
you?"
Candi beamed a large smile across her face, "Oh yes, yes - let's have
some fun... Besides, you must be tired of wearing nothing but pajamas all
day." And so the three of them sat at Candi's large desk and poured
through fashion catalogs and magazines. Sandi at first was a little
inhibited by all this, especially in dealing with lingerie and bedroom
attire, but seeing the excitement and pleasure on the other two women's
faces, she began to embrace the moment. All afternoon they kept at it
and by late that day they were like a cadre of school girls, laughing
and pointing and making quips about how this or that would drive a man
crazy. By the time they were done, they had selected quite a wardrobe
for her. And Sandi had to admit that she was excited by the whole
affair and begin to feel very comfortable in the presence of other
women, even when discussing men. Her consciousness was changing as
rapidly as her body was.
And her emotional growth was progressing as well. Not only was her body
now being coursed through by a concentrated bath of female hormones,
each night the insidious indoctrination continued. But by the third
week the messages being ensconced in her brain had not only become more
forceful, but more explicit as well. Now, typical messages beaming into
her head each night included thoughts about the desire to have sex with
men and the desire to be penetrated, thoughts about marriage and the
want of protection, desire and affection of a man, and the desire and
fulfillment of giving birth and nursing children. And as the time
progressed, these latter points became the main focus of Sandi's
conversations and training with Abele.
Finally, their conversations had progressed to the most vital of
subjects. Having noticed Sandi's reticence in directly discussing sex,
Abele decided to push the issue some. "So, Sandi, let me ask you. Have
you had any thoughts about getting married and having children?" she
asked abruptly.
First shocked, Sandi could only stare at her. Then, she looked down as
she could feel the flush of blood rush into her cheeks in embarrassment;
something which Abele noticed as well. Swiftly the question rushed
though Sandi's mind... Married? Children? Holy shit! Then snapping her
head up, she leaned toward Abele in and a hushed voice asked, "You mean
I can get pregnant and have kids?"
Smiling, Candi replied, "Yes. Yes my dear. You are becoming a woman
100%. It won't be long soon before you will experience your first
period - which is something else we need to discuss - and eventually you
will be able to conceive." She paused, studying Sandi's response.
Sandi's mouth dropped open as she continued to stare. "Oh my god," she
said. "I more or less figured I might eventually have to have sex, but
children? Oh shit, I don't know... I mean, what am I supposed to think
about that?"
"Well, that's of course, up to you," replied the doctor. "But it is
something you will have to deal with. You will need to address two
separate but related issues here. First, you must decide for yourself
how you approach you role as a woman with regard to men - having them
pleasure you - and - how you pleasure them. Second, you must realize
that you now have a pivotal role to play in your sexual relationships.
You, not them, will now have the responsibility to both yourself and the
man, to take charge of the potential to get pregnant. It will be up to
you to allow or not allow this potentiality of your new life."
Sandi's head was swimming with these thoughts. She felt confused,
embarrassed, excited, and scared sick, about the possibilities. So
overwhelming were the thoughts that they seemed to short-circuit her
brain's 'here and now' thinking, and she became lost in the concepts.
Abele watched and could see the turmoil inside her, and not receiving an
answer, she finally said, "Look these are probably the most important
decisions you will have to make now. I can't expect you to give a lucid
answer about this right away, so why don't you think it over for the
next couple of days, and we'll come back to it. Sound OK?"
Snapped out of her bewilderment, Sandi nodded and replied, "Yeah. OK.
Man I could never have guessed in a million years that I would have to
make these kinds of judgments. What a mind fuck!"
'Humm, yes," said Abele, cognizant of the havoc swirling around within
her patient. "In fact, why don't we call it a day and you can go and
think about it a bit..."
Sandi was glad to be released from the hot seat she seemed to be in.
She nodded in the affirmative, and left. As she walked slowly down the
hallway toward her room, she continued to be focused on these questions.
At one point, a young orderly came down the hall toward her. She looked
up, and smiled in greeting, to which he smiled back and winked his eye
at her. As he passed, she slowed to a stop, and turning, watched as the
young man walked away. Her thoughts rushed to the question; what am I
expected to feel when I see this young man? And she visualized herself
in a bed lying underneath him and feeling him slide himself into her.
And she visualized her taking his penis in her hand and stroking it and
then putting it in her mouth. And as she did, she shuddered with
emotional contradiction; she was repulsed by the very notions she had
seen in her mind - but at the same time, there was some odd kind of
longing, of curiosity if you will, as to how it would physically feel
and the emotional levels she imagined could accompany these acts.
Turning back, she rushed to her room, and collapsed onto the bed, trying
to make these thoughts go away. But the hormones racing through her
systems, the incessant nocturnal indoctrination, and the warm feelings
and camaraderie she was beginning to feel toward both Abele and Nurse
Debra, would not allow this. All these factors were now rapidly
converging to drive her attitudes and emotions toward total acceptance
of her new role in society and her sex.
* * * * * *
Then during the fourth week, as she was meeting with Candi, she suddenly
felt a twitching in her groin. Alarmed, she stood up to see that the
seat of the chair she had been sitting in had a blood patch. "Oh my,"
said the doctor as she picked up the phone and called for Patterson, who
soon appeared.
"What all this?" she asked, seemingly annoyed. Sandi pointed to the
chair. "Oh, well, we'd better take a look then. Please pull down your
panties and sit down." Sandi complied noticing that her panties were
similarly stained.
Patterson, spreading Sandi's legs apart while kneeling down to look,
gently poked and prodded her most intimate region. Then she leaned back
and smiled, "Ahh this is to be expected. [pause] Doctor, do you have
mirror handy?" Candi pulled a round facial mirror from her desk and
handed it to Patterson. "Here take a look," she ordered as she in turn
handed it to Sandi. Sandi complied and almost dropped the mirror when
she saw it; she had now developed what appeared to be fully mature
female external genitalia. Patterson gave a little laugh, and said,
"Yes Sandi, your vagina has developed enough to make its entrance into
the larger world. Congratulations, you're almost complete. In fact, I
would give it another week to week and a half, and you'll be fully
functional."
Sandi couldn't believe it. Less than a month ago, she was a man with a
penis and two testicles. Now she had become a woman in every sense of
the word. She had a vagina! And is what Abele had told her was true,
she could now get pregnant.
"Candi, if you don't mind," asked Sandi, "I would like to return to my
room and get cleaned up."
'Of course my dear, go ahead," she replied. And as the two doctors
watched, Sandi Taylor pulled her panties back up and slowly left the
room.
Patterson turned to Candi and asked, "Well what do you think? Is she
ready?"
Abele stared at Patterson for a second then replied, "Almost. I think
she is physically prepared, as we have just seen, but I still am a
little worried about her complete embracing of her new sex. I sense
more than a slight inhibition in the way she feels about men."
"Humm, yes I agree," said Patterson.
Abele then said, "Perhaps we could do a quick test. What about putting
her in a social situation where we can observe her reactions when
approached?"
Patterson thought about this a bit, and then agreed. She sat down and
they discussed their plans.
Back in her room, Sandi hurried into the bathroom and started to fill
the tub. Disrobing and kicking her spoiled panties into a corner, she
again looked at herself in the mirror; turning back and forth, lifting
her enlarging breasts. Suddenly a rush of pleasure came over her. All
the anxiety of the past weeks, all of the worry and distress and
physical pain seemed to get shoved back into a corner of her mind. What
was left was the acceptance and thoughts of a young woman - a beautiful
young woman at that. She began to move her new body in ways she never
thought were possible. Then she jumped and pranced in front of the
mirror, noticing how her breasts bounced along with her. Rubbing then,
she closed her eyes and cooed with satisfaction, before slipping into
the warm water of the tub.
The warmth seemed to light up her skin. She felt warm and contented as
she once again began to fondle her breasts. Continuing for some time,
she could feel a pressure building deep within her abdomen. Then a
series of shudders inside her finally took hold of her emotions and her
behavior. Slowly she let her hands slide down across her broad flat
stomach. Soon they had arrived at her newly acquired femininity. Using
her hand, she gently rubbed back and forth across the folds of skin that
were now adorning her. Then with two hands, she gently spread apart the
folds to expose the new opening to her inner self. She was completely
lost in the moment, and could not care less of who, or what, she used to
be, or where she came from. All she could think of was that her body
was reacting in a way that was new and ecstatically wonderful, and
driving her on. She didn't want it to end. Finding a raised nub at the
head of folds, she was even more shocked as she brushed against it;
sending her head spinning and taking her even deeper into the flood of
new feelings now rushing across her body. Then, while leaning her head
back, she ever so slightly slipped her finger into the opening of her
new femininity and began to move it ever so slowly in and out. She
whimpered under her breath as she was moved to new waves of passion and
physical experience. More and more she kept messaging herself. Then
her other hand moved up to message her breast at the same time. That
drove her physical feelings and her emotional rapture to the end. She
cried out and gasped as she could feel her insides spasm with wave after
wave of contraction. Over and over the flushes of ecstasy rushed over
her body. Then she collapsed down into the water, letting the warm
fluid wash over her face and hair. "Holy shit!" she said out loud.
"That was fucking incredible!"
Sandra Lorraine Taylor had been born again that afternoon - and this
time she knew it.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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