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The room had been rearranged somewhat when I emerged from the bathroom.
There were four folding chairs arranged around a bridge table. On the
table were small plates with salad forks, a fruit bowl, and a salad bowl
with serving spoons. There was also a small basket of rolls. Four cups
of iced tea had been poured. Amelia asked me to please have a seat as we
had a lot to discuss. Apparently, I was no longer being held in
captivity. I thought about trying to leave but there seemed no urgency
to try to do so. Besides, I was curious as hell to find out what this
was all about.
Corky, Kayla, and Amelia all took sips of iced tea, then Amelia asked me
if I was thirsty. I hesitated and she chuckled as if she could read my
thoughts, "Don't worry. It's not drugged." Then the gals took some fruit
and salad, and passed the bowl to me, then offered me a roll. I was
hungry so I joined in on the feast. At least it felt like a feast. I was
starving.
Then, it hit me. I said, "Hey, I'm feeling a chill down here." Corky
snickered and handed me the skirt and panties I had been wearing when I
first awoke, teasingly offering, "Oops, I forgot!" Then she turned to
her partner in crime.
Amelia smiled and said that she regretted giving me such a hard time in
the beginning and that I had earned her respect but at the same time she
had to protect her girls. She went into a bit of her own background,
some of which I already knew. She came from a wealthy family and was a
head of cardiac surgery at Einstein Hospital but she worked tirelessly at
home developing surgical aids. As it turns out, Amelia made most of her
current fortune from developing and patenting a specialized vascular
clamp, then selling it to a large medical device firm. At that time, she
became Chief of Surgery emeritus, assisting on special cases from time to
time but focusing more on providing housing, career counseling, advocacy,
and legal assistance for lesbians. The house I was in was the fourth in
the city she had purchased especially for lesbians to live in safety and
at reduced rents. Her prestigious family was less than thrilled at her
overt lesbian activism but abided by it, and even contributed to her
successful campaign to serve on the City Council.
Getting back to me, Amelia said that she understood that Leticia had
initiated the sex that led to my spanking. However, she needed to
enforce the house rules rather than set a bad precedent and asked if my
rump still hurt. I gestured with my hands that it still hurt a little,
noticing the pink nail polish on my fingers. Then she talked about how
remarkable it was that I developed my inner strength while maintaining my
kindness. She thanked me for having shared my story with them and said
that it was heart-rending but she was glad to be able to give me a taste
of what it's like to be accepted in a community of lesbians working and
playing together. I was so tired out and confused that at the time, this
actually started making sense to me. But I couldn't remember.
I blurted out, "Did I really ask to become a woman? I'm sure you
wouldn't lie. It's just that I don't remember." She passed out some
photographs, one showing me with a big smile while dancing with Astrid,
one showing me licking Astrid while on my knees, and one showing me
puffing out my chest with Dolly-Parton-like gestures as if I were
singing. I sure looked happy.
And the truth is, yes, I had always related better to women, always
identified with them, felt that God made a mistake when he put me in a
male body. And I hated hanging out with most men. Beyond the sexual
abuse part, I hated the way most of them were domineering, disrespectful
and juvenile. As Amelia also just alluded, I hated even looking at
penises, even my own. That's why I always sat down when I peed.
Amelia started talking about a bright future for me and all the options I
would have. But, my reaction went 180 degrees in the opposite direction.
Suddenly I was filled with outrage and interrupted her in a loud voice,
"Just wait a second! I know you think you're being oh-so-generous and
helpful to me but this is just ...CRAZY!" I caught a breath, then
continued, "Even if I asked for the change, you knew I was drunk and for
all I know, maybe drugged. How could you make such a permanent change in
my life because of what I said while drunk at a party?" I eyed the door
from the corner of my eyes and thought about making a bolt for it and
running straight to the police.
She smiled an almost motherly smile. "Dolly, relax, it's not permanent.
It's no more permanent than the breast forms or wig you are wearing. I
just simulated the experience for you by using some special techniques
I've worked up. You still have your penis and testes. They are just
below the surface and what feels and looks like your vaginal lips is
actually your ball sac. I've pushed your testes into your body and kept
them there with tiny pins. Nothing new there. Then I did the same with
your penis after injecting a relaxing agent. The interesting part, once
it was pushed under the outer skin layer and positioned below the testes
sac, was inserting tiny balloons to change the angle of your penile shaft
so that it would come out through a small piercing about the size of a
quarter, that it was like the hood over your clit but wouldn't get wet
when you peed. Then I sewed in a small sleeve I made with the same
material as the breast form to give Kayla traction when she "penetrated
you." That's why you felt the top of her penis and rubbed your "clit" to
orgasm but your belly didn't feel filled. Not 100% vaginal replication,
but a pretty good simulation, don't you think?" Kayla smiled shyly and
nodded as Amelia continued, "There are two small stitches I'll have to
remove, but say the word and in 30 minutes I'll have you back to what
used to be normal for you."
She came over and gave me a big hug. Then she continued, "Be honest.
Didn't you feel so much more like yourself this way?"
I nodded and had to admit to myself that I had never enjoyed sexual
activity at all until the past week in this house. Furthermore, I liked
the people here and I felt right then that I'd love to fit in. I was
also relieved that nothing permanent had been done and apparently, it was
still my choice. Besides, if the police looked at me dressed as Dolly
Parton, they'd probably just laugh me out of there
Still, I was not at peace with this. Yet, I listened politely as Amelia
continued, "I'm glad. Remember, nothing is being forced on you, so you
can go on living here as you were. It's also possible that this has left
you with a sense of uneasiness." Again, she was reading my mind.
Kayla cut in, "And who could blame her, Doc?" OK, that's the second
time. So, her inner circle calls her Doc. That's interesting, I thought
as Kayla continued. "Why don't we all rest our gums and finish our
lunch? I'm bringing in the apple cobbler I baked for us for dessert."
That was a relief for me. I needed to digest my lunch and to digest what
was happening. The rest of the lunch and the cobbler went down well.
So did the iced tea. Corky then said she was pouring herself a glass of
sherry and would anyone else like one. Amelia gave her the high sign but
I quickly blurted out, "No, thank you," and Kayla followed suit so Corky
just brought out glasses for herself and Amelia.
Amelia went on to explain the options she was proposing. I must say they
were pretty generous. As she started to say earlier, I could continue
being Scott and stay put as if nothing happened. Or if I wanted to move,
she had an apartment she owned as an investment property three blocks the
other side of my hospital. She would rent it to me for the same I was
paying now even though she could get more than double that amount. In
addition, she'd pay me $75,000 to move and all my moving expenses.
On the other hand, if I wanted to stay as I was now - with occasional
genital releases, scrubbings, and back again for hygiene purposes, she
would give me a stipend of $10,000 per month.
Then there was the best monetary deal of all. If I wanted to opt for
full womanhood, she would pay me the same monthly stipend but also pay
all associated costs. That is, she would pay for the operation, hormone
therapy, all medical procedures, and any cosmetic surgeries I wanted to
feel comfortable as the new me, including rhinoplasty, breast
augmentation, and trachea thinning. In addition, although generally it
took three to five years once hormone therapy started to schedule and
complete the entire process, she was confident she could get it done for
me within the year if I wanted it. She said this would cost her more
than one million dollars and then, smiling broadly, said that I was well
worth it.
Talk about feeling overwhelmed. And I knew enough about these things to
know that she was not exaggerating the costs involved for all that. I
swelled up inside thinking that someone so powerful cared that much for
me and thought I was worth that much. Then another reality struck me. I
asked - now using the name everyone else was using, "But, Doc, what about
my job?"
Again, she smiled patiently but not condescendingl. "You're an OR nurse
at a state hospital - and a very good one! Not only is it illegal for
them to fire you for gender reassignment surgery, they'd probably promote
you and use you for PR purposes. The government eats up this stuff these
days. It would be like a gold mine for them."
After smiling, she continued, "And it doesn't hurt that I'm on the board.
But, I have still another option for you. Eventually, I'd like you to
consider being a Program Director for my Lesbian Support Foundation - at
double your current salary, I know that's too much on your plate all at
once so for now, just assume you'll continue at the hospital for the
foreseeable future. If and when you're willing to consider a lucrative
career change, you can let me know."
Doc was right again. It was too much. And I was too overwhelmed.
Kayla saw this and grabbed my hand, saying, "Girl, you need a shower.
What do you say I walk you up to your apartment and help you into one? I
can wash and massage your back for you and I don't think you should be
alone just yet."
I nodded assent and once again noticed the loveliness of her smile along
with her grace and femininity. It was so incongruous that of the three,
she was the only one who was not completely a genetic female. No matter,
she was all girl to me and quickly turning herself into my best friend.
When we got to my landing, I realized I didn't have my keys. She dangled
my keys in front of me and laughed. "Doc, thinks of everything." We
came in, she put my wallet and keys on the table, saying Corky said she'd
bring the clothes you wore to the party up here later.
I nodded, too tired to protest. I quickly peeled out of my skirt and
panties and removed my blouse, then stared down at the heft on my chest.
Sheepishly I moaned, "How could I have forgotten about these? Do you
know if I can take a shower with them on?"
Kayla said, "I'm not certain. I think they are probably water resistant
but I think you'll feel better with them off. Let me see. Oh, and you're
wig is pinned to your hair underneath. Let me remove that first."
Moving to the mountains on my chest, Kayla saw that Doc had affixed them
with spirit gum and knew it as water soluble. She wet a washrag with
warm water and eased it underneath until she could remove my right boob.
Then she did the same with the left.
Finally, I grabbed her hand to lead her to the shower and turned the
water on. I grabbed an extra towel for her from my closet, then headed
on in. Kayla followed. The warm water felt like heaven. Even more so
when Kayla took my loofah and lathered me up. Although I hate hair on my
chest, arms, underarms, and legs and shave about once a month or so, the
sensation felt different somehow, perhaps because Kayla was with me, or
perhaps because I was thinking of myself differently. Then she started
pinching my nipples with her left hand while the right hand continued to
scrub with the loofah. God that felt good. I closed my eyes and enjoyed
the feeling. It was like an electric jolt. Her hands continued down my
belly, washing and swishing my thighs. Suddenly while my eyes were still
closed, she stepped toward me, bent slightly and gave me a big kiss,
gently exploring my mouth with her tongue. Then, I felt the loofah scrub
my ass cheeks while her tongue's invasion intensified.
I felt a finger gently at the rim of my asshole and wondered if she
wanted to take my rear again, especially when she whispered, "just stay
relaxed." I complied. She then brought her fingers to the front of my
engorged and submerged "clit" rubbing my glans through the "lips" created
using my ball sac. While she was using her fingertips, I could feel the
sides of her long nails against my sensitive area being protected. I
cannot adequately described the feeling. It send shivers cascading
through me again and again and I started jerking up and down, then felt
so wet. Feeling down there myself, I was somewhat wet and sticky from
what felt like pre-cum but never fully ejaculated. It was amazing. I
felt Kayla washing me again, then turning off the shower and leading me
out by the hand.
I asked "Kayla, What about you? I should help you now." She said, "This
was for you, Dolly. Sometimes, it feels just as good to feel your
partner orgasm as to do so yourself. It something women learn early on."
I nodded. "Anyway, let's get to bed. Do you happen to have a nightie?"
I blushed, "As a matter of fact, I own two. I guess it's safe to pull
them out of the bottom of my dresser now." Looking deeply into her eyes,
I said, "Thank you for staying, Sweetie. I feel like I have a new best
friend. I want you to hug me all night long." She smiled and proceeded
to climb into bed and do just that. I lay in her arms thinking briefly
about all that happened and what choices I'd need to make. Then, I
drifted off to sleep.
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