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=== Trust Machines: Pioneers ===
part 10 of 15
by Trismegistus Shandy
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This story is set in dkfenger's Trust Machines universe. It's a prequel
to his stories, however, and I've written it to stand alone for readers
who haven't read them.
https://www.deviantart.com/trust-machines/
Thanks to dkfenger, clancy688, MrSimple, Karantela, Icaria, and JAK for
feedback on earlier drafts.
This story is released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-
Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
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Dad went to run some errands while Mom took me back to school for the
last couple of classes of the day. She was back to pick me and Sophia
up a couple of hours later, and we drove down to the nearest Walmart --
not way over in Greensboro like before. I guess after so many people had
seen me and talked with me at church, and after they'd decided to let me
testify at the school board meeting, she didn't mind having people we knew
see us shopping; but as it happened, we didn't run into anyone we knew.
Sophia wanted to get some things for herself, too, but Mom told her not
while she was grounded, and she was only getting a few things for me
because I had almost nothing that fit.
"So," I said, "did you and Dad hash out what exactly he meant by 'not
too feminine'? I know he said no skirts or dresses, but are Capri pants
okay, for instance?"
"We didn't define it," Mom said with a wry smile. "But I think Capri
pants would be fine..."
So we dove into the racks of teen girls' clothes and picked out a bunch
of things for me to try on, both pants and tops. Mom wouldn't let me get
anything that bared my shoulders, and I didn't want anything that bared
my midriff, but that left a lot of room for things that Mom didn't think
would set Dad off too badly. She called a halt after just an hour and
a half, though, when I'd only found three sets of things that fit me:
one pair of jeans, two pairs of Capri pants, a girl's T-shirt in solid
light purple, a lace-up top, and a ruffle-sleeve top. "We'll get more
on Saturday," she said. "We need to get home in plenty of time for
homework and supper."
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I was ecstatic when I walked into school the next morning wearing my new
aqua Capri pants and matching lace-up top. Dad had winced a little when
he saw me in them at the breakfast table, but agreed that it wasn't a
skirt or dress. Lily beamed at me when I walked into homeroom.
"Meredith! You look awesome! So your parents finally got you something
to wear?"
"Yeah, just a few things after school yesterday. Mom says I can get more
this weekend..." I told her some of what had happened the day before,
though not nearly all the details of what I'd talked with Ms. Hewitt
about.
"That's great!" Lily said, and Emilia and a couple of other girls agreed.
Lily went on: "I mean, I know it's still not ideal, but my cousin's friend
Brooke had it way worse. She didn't dare come out until she was earning
enough to live on her own, and when she did, her parents wouldn't let
her come home for Christmas or Thanksgiving or anything."
"Yeah, I've heard about a lot of trans people that's happened to," I said.
"My mom's pretty much convinced I'm a girl now, and Dad seems like he's
starting to maybe consider it. The counselor they got me could be a
lot worse, but I'm glad I don't have to depend on her for permission to
start hormones or get surgery."
When I walked into Biology and said hi to Andrew, he said hi back,
looking up from his textbook with an air of distraction, but then gave
me a big smile as he saw how I was dressed.
"Your parents let you get new clothes?"
"Yes! Mom took me shopping yesterday after school. I think she wanted
to earlier, but Dad talked her into waiting until we saw the counselor
yesterday."
We didn't have much time to talk about it until lunch. After I told
him a lot about the appointment with Ms. Hewitt and lunch with Mom and
Dad afterward -- about as much as I'd told Lily -- he told me about his
second date with Emilia on Saturday. They'd gone to a putt-putt course
in Greensboro and then to dinner at a Mexican restaurant afterward.
"I wish we had the same lunch period," he concluded. "But I'll be
seeing her again Friday or Saturday. She wasn't sure if her family
might have something going on next Saturday, so we might be going out
Friday evening instead."
"Cool," I said, forcing a smile.
Evan and Ian had been half-listening earlier, but when Andrew started
talking about his date, which they'd already heard about at lunch on
Monday, they tuned us out and started talking about something else.
When Andrew had finished telling me about his date, I realized they were
talking about the school board meeting.
"I saw a poster about it in the hall between homeroom and first period,"
Ian said, "but it was gone by the end of first period."
"What did it say?"
"It was talking about how the school board's making new rules and they're
probably going to say nobody can come to school when they've been changed
by the machine, so people should turn up at the meeting and talk to them
about allowing any kind of change that doesn't disrupt classes."
"That makes sense," I said. "I'm going. Ms. Novacek told me about it
yesterday and asked me to testify to the board about how it helped me,
and Ms. Hodge offered me a ride to the meeting, but when I asked Mom
and Dad for permission, Dad said they'd probably drive me themselves."
"We should go, too," Andrew said to Evan.
"I don't know why they'd listen to somebody like me," Evan said.
"When and where is it?" Andrew asked.
"It's at the main county administration building in Catesville," I said.
"Thursday at seven p.m."
"I'll talk to Dad about it," Evan said.
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Wednesday afternoon after P.E., Mom picked me up again and took me to see
Dr. Chaudhari, her OB/GYN. By then I'd seen several of the posters Ian
had mentioned; they'd been stuck up in various places around the school,
and at first they kept getting taken down because they weren't authorized
and the language used for the school board's intended policy was kind
of inflammatory, but then new ones appeared that were more moderate
in their language although still just as unauthorized, and the staff
stopped taking them down. I learned some of the behind the scenes info
on that later, but at the time, I just knew I'd seen two copies of the
new poster (describing the proposed policy as "overcautious" rather than
"stupidly reactionary") right on the doors to the gym.
I was a little excited and a lot nervous as I got into the van with Mom
and we pulled out of the school parking lot. Since my period had started,
I'd convinced Mom to let me use the Internet to research menstruation,
feminine hygiene, etc. And Sophia had given me a book about puberty
for young teens that Mom had given her a couple of years earlier.
Between those, and the TG fiction I'd read online (not the most reliable
source), I sort of knew what to expect from a pelvic exam, and wasn't
looking forward to it; but I knew it was something every girl went through
(at least every girl lucky enough to have decent health care available),
and was hoping in a vague way that it would bring me closer together
with Mom, Sophia, Lily... maybe even Emilia.
And, on further reading, I realized, of course, that having periods is
necessary for being fertile, but not sufficient. I hoped Dr. Chaudhari
would confirm that yes, my girl bits were all in working order.
On the drive to the clinic, Mom talked to me about what to expect.
I squirmed a little in embarrassment, but listened, hoping she'd have
some insight or bit of information I hadn't gleaned from my intense
reading over the last week (and more casual reading over the past couple
of years).
"Normally I wouldn't think you need this so early," she said. "I didn't
have my first gynecology appointment until just before I went off to
college, and Sophia hasn't needed one yet. Girls your age aren't at much
risk for cervical cancer, breast cancer, and so forth yet. But... we
don't understand what that machine did to you or how. Obviously, since
you've had a period, the change is more than skin deep, but I'd like to
know more about how thorough the changes are."
"So would I," I said.
Mom checked us in, and I sat doing homework for about fifteen minutes
before a nurse called us back. She checked my vital signs and asked
me some basic questions, like whether I was taking any medicines, when
I'd had my first period and when my latest period had started and ended.
She seemed shocked at first that a girl my age had only just had her first
period, until I explained how I was trans and had just changed into a
girl a couple of weeks earlier. I'd thought Mom had told Dr. Chaudhari
about that, and she had, but apparently the nurse hadn't gotten the memo.
After a bit, the nurse asked Mom to leave for a bit, and asked me if I
wanted her to come back and be with me during the pelvic exam.
"Yes, please," I said.
So Mom left, and the nurse started asking me more private questions --
questions some girls wouldn't want to answer honestly with their mom
listening -- like whether I'd ever had sex (no), whether I'd ever been
sexually assaulted (no), whether I was planning to start having sex
anytime soon, whether I'd ever drunk, smoked, used illegal drugs...
Then she gave me a gown to change into and left me alone for a few
minutes.
Mom came in a little later and sat with me while I tried to do a little
more homework, and then Dr. Chaudhari joined us. She was a woman of
Indian heritage a few years younger than Mom, with no accent -- I found
out later she was born in Atlanta, and her parents had come over from
India in the early eighties.
"Hi, Meredith," she said. "Your mother tells me you're transgender,
and you used the new machine at the library to change into a girl?"
"That's right."
"And you started your first period last Thursday?"
"Yes, and it ended Monday."
She asked me a few more questions about how heavy my flow was, what
my cramps were like, and other symptoms, and then started checking my
breasts and armpits for tumors, and talking to me about how to check
myself for them, "which is a good habit to get into early, though your
risk for them is pretty low at your age." The pelvic exam wasn't as
hellish as I'd expected, though it was far from comfortable; Mom held
my hand all through it, and it occurred to me that after sharing this
experience, she'd have an even harder time thinking of me as a boy.
I think she was surprised by the little smile that came over my face at
that thought, but she didn't ask me what I was smiling about.
And then Dr. Chaudhari gave me the good news. "You're in good health
as far as I can tell, and I see no sign that you were ever anything
but a girl. Of course we'll send a couple of samples for testing,
but the odds of any problems at your age are extremely low. I wouldn't
have believed it if I hadn't had a patient a few days ago who entered
menopause a few years back, and wanted me to check out her new body
after she got rejuvenated by the machine."
"It's pretty amazing," I agreed happily, giving myself a little hug.
"I went to see the machine for myself this past weekend," Dr. Chaudhari
said. "My husband was kind of leery about it, but we set it for the
minimum period, eight hours, and tried out some small changes. It was
an eye-opening experience, but I think I'll need to collect some more
data on how it's affected my patients before I can talk my husband into
doing a longer-term change."
"Have you seen or heard about any serious problems resulting from people
using the machine?" Mom asked.
"I only know of two of my patients who've used it, you and this other
woman whose name I can't mention. I've done some reading, but I haven't
run across any problems people have had that couldn't be solved by going
into the machine again and changing back to normal, or changing into
another form without the problems of the first one they tried."
"That's good to hear."
Then Dr. Chaudhari asked Mom to leave us alone for a few minutes, and
said to me:
"I don't see any reason you'd need to see me regularly at your age,
Meredith. Come back if you have any unusual symptoms -- a period where
the bleeding lasts a lot longer than normal, unusual discharge, itching
in your genitals... anything like that. Or when you start being sexually
active and want to start using birth control. Otherwise, you can probably
wait until you're eighteen to start having these exams yearly."
I blushed. "I... don't want to have sex until I'm married. But if
I'm ever un-grounded and able to start dating, I guess I'm going to be
tempted sometimes, and maybe it would be safer to be on birth control
just in case?"
"That's a good idea, yes. Both waiting until you're married, and
recognizing that you might not have the strength to do that. What do
you mean, 'if you're ever un-grounded', though?"
I told her how Mom and Dad had grounded Sophia for a month and me for a
month plus however long I stayed a girl. "And I think Mom's changed her
mind about it since then, but Dad still thinks I should turn back, and I
don't know if Mom can talk him into un-grounding me after a month or so."
She frowned slightly. "I see. I'm sorry I can't do much about that --
except talk to your mother, and it sounds like she's not the one we need
to convince."
So she sent me to the waiting room and had a brief, private talk with
Mom, and then Mom and I went home, as it was too late to get back to
school for Spanish.
I had a weird experience when Sophia got home from school a little
while later: she asked *me* what it was like to have a pelvic exam.
Back when I'd first transformed, I'd never expected her to be the one
asking me about some feminine thing I'd experienced and she hadn't.
But then, the stories I'd read had given me the impression that all girls
had gynecological exams every year or so from the start of puberty to
menopause; Mom often took us to the doctor at different times, and I'd
never felt comfortable asking Sophia about her doctor's appointments,
just assuming she must be having those weird girl exams I'd read vague
mentions of. So I told her what it had felt like, and how Dr. Chaudhari
had reported that my girl bits were all in working order, and the
conversation drifted to the topic of babies and how many we wanted to
have and when.
"I don't want to have babies until I'm at least thirty," Sophia declared.
"And then probably just one, or maybe two."
"It depends on how soon I find the right guy," I said, "but I'd consider
having my first baby just after college, if everything works out.
I'd like to do something for a living you can do from home, like freelance
editing or writing, so I can be with the kids all day until they're in
school, at least, and not start putting them in daycare as soon as I
finish breast-feeding them."
Sophia shook her head. "I'm going to be a scientist, and there's not much
science you can do at home. Not cutting-edge science, anyway. And I
want to marry a guy who's open-minded about using the Venn machines, so
maybe I can have one baby and he can have the next one, if we want two.
And we can both breast-feed them. Do you think the machine can make a
guy have nursing breasts without losing his guy-parts or his ability to
use them?"
I blushed and giggled. "I don't know," I said. "It can do a lot of weird
stuff, but those parts might not work together for long. Like maybe the
male hormones would make him stop lactating pretty soon after he came
out of the machine, or the lactation hormones would make him impotent?"
She shrugged. "We'll figure that out by then. Plenty of time. How soon
do you think I ought to ask potential boyfriends if they're willing to
use the Venn machine and change into different things?"
"Second or third date, at least."
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