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Prologue
11 years earlier...
Stanislav calmly placed the documents into his shoulder bag, closed his
laptop and put it in the bag next to the file folders. His exit, escape
really, would be casual and unremarkable. He would simply walk out the
door and disappear. The feat was anything but simple in reality, but he
was certain it would leave his partners sufficiently perplexed.
As the youngest member of the Delta Sodality, just past his thirty-first
birthday, he was amazed at how little his fellow members really
understood about the financial world the purported to dominate. In
fairness, in comparison he was a bit of a savant when it came to finance.
He understood the world of money at his core and his ability to move
money, manipulate it and the markets, launder it when necessary, was
unrivaled. He was Delta Sodality's greatest strength, and they would
come to find, it's greatest weakness.
In eight hours, Stanislav would be well and truly gone, a ghost in the
wind, and it would be days before the four remaining partners knew he was
missing or the magnitude of what he had done to them. He shouldered his
bag and casually walked out of his office, turning off the lights before
closing and locking the door behind him.
Chapter 1 - A Letter Home
Dear Dad,
I guess I've started this letter seven or eight times now. I just haven't
been able to figure out the best way to tell you about these last two
weeks here in Philly, so I guess I'll just come right out with it. For
reasons I will explain, I have been changed into a woman. I still can't
believe I'm typing these words, but there they are. And when I say I've
changed into a woman, I don't mean that I'm transgendered or that I like
to put on a dress and call myself a woman, I mean literally I have become
a woman. Physically. Completely. See the pictures attached.
I know you will want to call me right away, but please finish reading and
then we can talk.
So, to explain. You know I've been working my internship here in
Philadelphia at Octa Genomics? Normally, I don't do anything
particularly interesting there, in fact it seems like some days all I do
is push a mop around, but last Tuesday afternoon was different. I walked
in to one of the big labs to deliver a set of samples like I usually do.
I was just doing my thing, logging the samples, tidying up, when I walked
over to where my boss, Dr. Juno, and two other researchers were working
to say hello and ask if they needed anything. They seemed to be
discussing something pretty intently, not really an argument, but they
were pretty riled up. Just as I got to them, Dr. Juno, told one of the
other researchers, Dr. Teiresias, to relax and it would be fine, and he
didn't seem too pleased with that idea. Dr. Juno picked up two beakers
full of liquid and put them both in her right hand. Dr. Teiresias went
to grab her arm, I guess to stop her from doing something? I don't
really remember, except that he must have misjudged because he knocked
both the glass beakers to the floor, together, in between all of us.
You know how you would tell me at the steel mill you guys used to drop
sodium into water on your breaks to see it explode? Well that's sort of
what happened when this stuff hit the floor. There was a large
exothermic reaction, only the heat dissipated pretty quickly, and it
turned into a giant gas cloud that sort of spread out through the lab.
They hit the emergency ventilation button but not before the four of us
had been exposed to the gas. I tried not to breath the vapor in, but I
guess I got dosed pretty hard.
Whatever this stuff was, I could feel the effects right away. All of a
sudden, I got really dizzy and I went to the ground almost immediately
and doubled over in pain. Dad, the pain was agonizing, and it felt like
burning all through my body and all over my skin. Even the parts of me
that were covered with my clothes felt like they were on fire, which,
looking back, means the reaction was internal, not a reaction on my skin,
but something changing it from the inside. It was the most excruciating
pain I've ever felt and before long I actually passed out. When I woke
up, Dr. Juno, Jill, was over top of me asking me if I was alright.
It was really strange, I woke up, and the pain was actually subsiding. I
could feel the pain fading from my stomach and my crotch and my chest and
little vestiges of warmth leaving my skin. I was really relieved until
Jill started saying they'd get me help and not to move. She got up and
went over to Dr. Teiresias. I couldn't see him because he was laying on
the ground with his back to me. The other researcher, Dr. Kristina
Therapon, must have gone to get help.
I wasn't really sure what Dr. Juno was talking about. I felt fine, so I
sat up. I definitely felt strange, like something wasn't quite right
with my body and I felt like I had to push harder to sit up. I was still
a little groggy and I couldn't tell what she was doing with Dr.
Teiresias, so I looked around to see if there was a mirror or something.
That's when I looked down at my hand.
It was pretty clear, after looking at my hands for 21 years, that this
was not my hand. It was just smaller, and my fingers seemed longer and
thinner as well. It was the strangest thing; it wasn't my hand, but it
moved the way I told it to. By now, I felt like I should check myself
out. I saw some stainless-steel cabinets nearby, so I pushed over to
them to looked at my face. I think I already knew what I was going to
see in the few moments it took me to get there because I could feel the
difference under my clothes, in my chest and in my crotch. It isn't the
best surface to get a look at yourself, but it wasn't too hard to tell
that there was a woman's face looking back at me.
I must have freaked out because Dr. Juno came back in a hurry and tried
to calm me down. I won't tell you about the next couple of minutes
because it wasn't pretty. That was also the moment I found out my voice
had changed. Anyway, after I calmed down, and after the onsite medical
staff was done checking me out, Jill and Kristina explained what was
going on.
It's a little technical, but basically it turns out that the researchers
were working on a gene modification project geared toward cancer
patients. Dr. Juno and Dr. Teiresias had secretly been experimenting on
chromosomal replacement, turning a "Y" chromosome to an "X" chromosome.
As you might know the "Y" chromosome is connected to being male and turns
on all the male genes in the body (muscles, hair, size, etc...),
including a host of hereditary genes that cause any manner of diseases in
men. They thought that if they could target certain small genes and
basically reverse the polarity on them, they might be able to then turn
off the genes causing the disease, or at least make them not do the
things that cause the disease. Why they used the particular substrate
they did to facilitate the process (sorry, the compounds they add to get
a desired reaction), I don't know. They basically used some chemicals
that would be really volatile when mixed, which is why they blew up when
she dropped them together.
I wasn't the only one affected. Dr. Teiresias was also transformed I
guess you would call it, which is to say it only affected the men in the
lab. He, well I guess she, is working with Dr. Therapon and Dr. Juno to
find a way to reverse the affects.
So, I'm perfectly fine and healthy according to the doctors. There have
been no other changes in me physically, but the tests show that I'm a
woman through and through, even able to have children, which is a little
freaky. My blood is all normal for a woman. My CAT scans and PET scans
all show a normally functioning woman in good health. I'm the same
height I was 5'10" so I'm taller than most girls but I'm not really curvy
like them; I'm leaner and smaller hipped like a guy who got turned into a
girl. My breasts, however, are not exactly small (again, can't believe
I just wrote that). The nurses thought they were slightly more than "B"
cups, pretty normal for how lean I am (or so they said) but seem gigantic
to me.
It's a very odd feeling not having my genitals anymore. I've spent a lot
of time with the medical staff at Octa and when I use the restroom,
they've insisted I use the women's room. I mean, it makes sense, I get
it, but it's still weird to sit down to pee. I live in a constant state
of dread for when I get my first period, which could be any day now. And
they suggested I start wearing bras too. My nipples kept showing through
and Dr. Therapon told me that it just wasn't something most girls wanted
to show off. It took a little getting used to having something around my
chest all day, but my breasts do actually feel better with a bra to
support them. What body hair I used to have is gone and my skin is
smooth and soft which is also a constant reminder of the change. Not a
bad thing, it's kind of nice not to have that sort of scratchy feeling
with clothes rubbing on chest hair, but it's just so different.
It's taken me the most time to get used to my voice. It's just crazy to
describe but when we talk, you'll better understand. It's like I
surprise myself every time I open my mouth, like there is someone else
speaking through me. I can't even make myself speak in a low voice, but
the upside is I can sing all the high parts to songs! ;-) Not much
consolation, I guess.
As for my appearance, Kristina, Dr. Therapon, has been really helpful to
me. First, we went shopping for clothes that actually fit me. That was
quite an experience which I won't recount to you, but I have a lot to
learn on this front. They also suggested I get my hair styled at a salon,
so chalk that up to another life experience. You see, my hair didn't
change when my body did, which made it look a little weird on a girl's
figure. I was hesitant because I didn't know what to tell them to do to
my hair. I have a hard enough time remembering what my barber does to my
hair much less to tell a salon stylist what to do with a women's hairdo.
Kristina said she'd go with me and that was perfect because we could
concoct a story about why my hair was so bad and she played the
'concerned friend' who was trying to give me a makeover.
I have to say, as weird as it sounds, the hair lady did a good job
styling it into something more like what a woman would wear. She even
colored it blonde and gave it "texture", which I still don't really get
but it does look way better with my new face than it did. For $300 it
better (I didn't pay, don't worry). The really crazy thing is it turns
out the stylist had been a model and called one of her old Ford Modeling
Agency friends. Anna, the agent, actually lives in Philly and came to
meet me the next morning for coffee. She took a bunch of pictures of me,
and I'm not making this up...they actually want to sign me to a modeling
contract in New York! Can you believe that?
So, I guess I've rambled enough. I know you're wondering why I waited
two weeks to tell you about this. The HR department wanted to call you
straight away but since I'm already 21 and because I wasn't in any
medical distress, I asked them not to. I know I should have called you
right away, but I just couldn't. For one thing, you'd never believe some
lady calling you telling you it's me, so I knew I needed to prep you.
You can ask me any question you want, and you'll know pretty quick I am
your son. For example, I was the one that broke grandma's vase when I
was 8 when we had Easter supper with them.
But, besides that, I was just worried you wouldn't accept this new
reality. Ever since Mom died, you've been pushing me to excel, to "be a
man" as you always like to say. I always tried to be macho, but I just
never really cared about most of the stuff that was important to you.
The Steelers, watching WWE wrestling with your work buddies, bow hunting,
fixing cars, I did it all just because you liked it. It was all fine, I
didn't mind doing that stuff with you, but I always felt like I had to do
it 'or else'. As in 'or else' I wouldn't be man enough to be your son.
I already felt like I wasn't living up to your expectations of manliness;
I went to an Ivy League college instead of going to work in the steel
mill like the other guys kids. And now, to make matters worse, I'm a
girl. I guess I was just worried that you would be really upset that you
had to have a daughter even for whatever time it would take for them to
reverse this.
But as I had time to think about it, and a couple of weeks to live in
this new body, I've decided to stay the way I am, to stay being a girl.
I don't want them to change me back. I don't know what to say except it
just feels right, like I have this whole new opportunity in life. I have
actually begun to really enjoy my new body and the life I can live as a
woman is really exciting to me. Besides, I'm not so sure I want them to
experiment on me and run the risk of messing me up. It was a freakish
accident that their science actually worked, the odds that they get it
right in reverse is not something I'm willing to bet on. So, I delayed
sending you this letter because I realized I was worried you wouldn't
want me to be your daughter, now or forever.
In case you're worried, you don't need to be...about anything. Octa
Genomics will pay for everything and more to avoid a gigantic lawsuit and
the bad publicity. Kristina has a friend who is a lawyer in Manhattan
and he's negotiating a deal that will likely be more than enough for me
to live on my entire life, including paying for off-campus housing here
at Penn, buying a place in New York and to pay off your mortgage. I know
you weren't able to go to college but it's important to me that I finish.
The modeling agency, if I accept the job, will allow me to finish school
this semester if I finish and graduate in December but then I'd need to
move to New York.
There are a few logistical legal things that need to be worked out with
the lawyers, like getting my name legally changed and other legal
documents amended to reflect that I am female. I've already worked it
out with the university and registered for next semester's courses. I
registered the name Saoirse (pronounced "Ser shah") after mom's grandma.
I hope you don't mind. I can't go by the name "Rowan" anymore and while
I had thought about going with "Rowena" or a girl's name close to Rowan,
I just decided a new name would be better since I'm a completely
different person now.
Anyway, I wanted you to get a chance to read this and see the pictures of
me (they are the ones the modeling agent took that morning) before we
talked. I'm sorry this happened, not because I had anything to do with
it so much as it affects you too. Maybe it's all the girl hormones
flowing through me these days, but it would make me sad to think of a
situation where we can't get through this together. I don't expect you
to console me or try to be all lovey-dovey. I know you don't do that
"crap". I just want my dad and I want him to be proud of his son even if
he is now his daughter.
With Love,
Rowan (Saoirse)
"What do you think?" Rowan asked. "Ok to send it?"
"Saoirse...are you ok that I call you that now? It's official, right?"
"It is, yes."
"I think this is a wonderful letter and I can't imagine that he will have
anything but love and sympathy for you. I would send it." Dr. Therapon
replied.
"Thank you, Kristina. It means a lot that you looked it over first. I
literally have no one else to talk to about this."
"I know. We'll figure it out though," said Kristina.
And she meant it. She really liked this kid. Despite everything that
was her life, she didn't like having innocents hurt.
Mckenna
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