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Kaylie got up after a restless night of sleep. Today was the official
psychological, gender identity, sexual orientation, political
reliability, social adjustment, cultural literacy and everything else
assessment that was going to determine her future. Madeline, her
champion and personal trainer, had been constantly assuring her that she
was totally ready to make a convincing case for being reassigned. But
Kaylie still was worried. She sighted and decided to do a few minutes of
yoga meditation. After calming herself down she put on her recently
purchased set of professional-looking girl clothes, brushed her hair
into the feminine style that the hair salon had created, applied a light
touch of makeup that would meet Madeline's approval, and headed for
breakfast.
"Are you ready for today, dear."
"As ready as I will ever be. But scared too. I do not want to have to
spend the rest of my life as a male. If I am not approved I will want to
..."
"Please, Kaylie. Don't even think that sort of thing. Think positive,
feminine thoughts. Everything will work out alright. But, this is
frightening for me too."
Just then Madeline and Hillary arrived. "We wanted to come over here to
show out support and wish you well. As a professional counselor I know
you are ready. Just follow your female intuition and you will be fine."
"Kaylie, when you have been with me and Stacy you have presented 100% as
a girl. Remember that."
"I have solicited very positive recommendation letters from the teachers
who know you and who are sympathetic, and I had them sent in for your
evaluation file," Madeline added. "Be a confident girl when you walk in
there."
On the way to the regional career and gender center Kaylie noticed that
her mother was tightly gripping the steering wheel. Kaylie focused on
meditation and memory recall exercises and said little.
They arrived, signed in, and after a few minutes wait were greeted by a
formal looking staff member in a white coat who escorted Kaylie to the
first of many examining rooms and offices that she would visit that day.
Looking back as she left the lobby she could see her mother was misty
eyed again.
What followed was a whirlwind sequence of medical examinations,
interviews with various professionals, sitting in testing rooms filling
out multiple choice questions, and doing role-playing exercises in front
of teams of evaluators. Then she was brought to the room she had been
dreading the most, the Thematic Apperception Test.
"Kyle Clark, that is your legal name even though you are presenting as a
girl today, you will now be given the computer-aided Freudian Gender and
Orientation test. Please strip down to your underwear and sit in this
chair while I attach the various instruments and position the cameras.
This is a modern, very sophisticated version of what they called a
'polygraph' or 'lie detector' before the Times of Trouble. On the screen
will appear various images that have been carefully selected for clinical
evaluation purposes. Some may look graphic, but all have been edited for
viewing by a minor. You will be asked to describe the story that the
images suggest to you. The instruments will monitor your involuntary
responses: heart rate, breathing, skin moisture. The cameras will monitor
your eye movement, facial expression, and any arousal reactions. It will
be emotionally stressful, but it is necessary to measure these data if
you are to be approved for reassignment."
The door closed, the lights dimmed, and images came up on the screen.
Some images were enjoyable, others upsetting, and others seemed to give
Kaylie no reaction at all. Kaylie started to relax. From time to time a
voice over the loudspeaker asked for more of a story about the image.
Other times music filled the room. Then the images became more and more
disturbing with suggestive depictions of men doing disgusting things with
women and with each other. It became harder to talk about the scenes.
Kaylie felt her stomach clench and she tried to suppress her response.
Suddenly the door opened and someone shoved a bucket in front of her as
the vomit gushed from her mouth. She was given a towel to wipe up and a
drink of water.
"Don't be embarrassed. Reactions like that are not unusual. I warned you
that this test is emotionally stressful."
The process resumed, and now the images were of girls and women alone and
in couples. There was less use of line drawings and less digital blurring
of photographs now. When asked for a story Kaylie was relaxed and
talkative. Between stories she tried to think about the wonderful evening
when she saw Hillary naked, of all the romance fiction that Madeline had
insisted she read. The mind focusing exercises worked, and her boy parts
never stirred. Finally it was over. The lights came back up and the
technician came in to remove the instruments.
"You can get dressed now and then wait for me to take you to the next
station."
Kaylie noticed that both women in the control room were smiling at her as
she was escorted away from that high-tech torture chamber.
Finally, after even more interviews she was back in the waiting area
where her mother greeted her. "How was it?"
"Exhausting, terrible, frightening, stressful, everything bad." Kaylie
sank into a chair and put her face in her hands. "I can't talk about it
right now. I have no idea of how I did."
"Do you want to go to the cafeteria and get something?"
"No," Kaylie said sharply.
After and excruciating hour of waiting Kaylie and Ann Clark were led into
an office where the Chief Psychologist sat impassively behind her massive
desk. Kaylie was shaking as she sat down to await her fate.
The Chief Psychologist broke into a wide smile. "I cannot say anything
official until all the paperwork is done, but informally Miss Kaylie
Clark, you are now a girl." She waited and said nothing more until
Kaylie stopped hugging her mother.
"Looking at all the interim results as they came in today I could see
that you will definitely have a final score that makes you eligible for
gender reassignment despite your age. Once all the results are compiled
we issue the certification documents that make you officially female.
You will be able to have the necessary medical treatments to transition
your body, and you will be able to continue in school and train for a
science or technology profession of your choice. You are most fortunate
that Madeline Lee recognized the terrible mistake that occurred when you
were not assessed for reassignment at the normal age. She insisted that
your potential was too great to ignore and figured out how to present
your case as a necessary and justified exception to normal practice."
Kaylie had calmed down a little. This was all so wonderful. But when she
looked at her mother she saw a mix of grief and worry.
The psychologist continued, "As you know the Feminist Republic only
allows those who are politically reliable to enter any of the professions
that control power in modern society; government, law, medicine, defense
officers, engineers, scientists, computer specialists, and so on. We pay
very close attention to the evaluation of gender identity and sexual
orientation when deciding if a highly intelligent boy is a suitable
candidate for reassignment, because many historic traitors were seduced
and compromised by illicit loves.
"Kaylie, what you showed today is that you are not patriarchal or
misogynistic in any of your thinking. You are most definitely not a male
homosexual. You show no attraction to men and boys. You identify fully
as a girl, and you show age-appropriate attraction to other girls. There
is every reason to expect that you will mature into a happy, well-
adjusted woman who has healthy lesbian relationships.
"If you had been selected for feminization in Elementary School the
gender transition team would have been nurturing these traits in you year
by year. With Madeline's help your latent potential has emerged, and you
have adequately compensated for the unfortunate mistake that happened.
"We will process everything by tomorrow, and you should schedule an
appointment with Dr. Rebecca Taylor the day following. School is now out
so there is no reason not to start spending full time as a girl. You can
register for summer enrichment programs and look forward to attending the
all-girls High School starting in Autumn. I think your mother needs to
take you clothes shopping. Good luck, young lady."
The Chief Psychologist looked at the files on her desk. "There is one
form here that we still need Ann Clark to sign. It is the maternal
consent for gender reassignment. It will need to be in the medical
records before Dr. Taylor can take any irreversible steps with your
daughter."
Ann's hands were shaking as she took the document. "Can I take it home
to read and bring it back when we see Dr. Taylor?"
"Certainly, this it a binding legal document. Take whatever time you need
to read it."
"Mother, please. Why won't you sign the consent right now? I worked so
hard to get through the assessment. I am ready."
"Kaylie, I have to think."
Kaylie was subdued when they left the Regional Assessment Center, but
started to recover during the ride. She had a plan. "We need to stop at
Lees' and tell them in person right away. I am sure they are anxiously
waiting. No don't call ahead. I want to see Hillary's reaction and then
just hug her."
Kaylie confidently swayed her hips as she glided to the front door. She
did not care who saw or recognized her now. She rang the doorbell and
waited. When the door opened Madeline had a calm, professional
expression, but Hillary looked worried.
"I passed," Kaylie shouted with excitement. "I have a gender treatment
appointment with Dr. Taylor for the day after tomorrow. I'm on my way!"
After several minutes of laughing, crying, hugging, and cheering the
excitement died down.
"Let's take Kaylie out to dinner at a nice restaurant to celebrate,"
Madeline suggested.
"But dressed like this? What if someone recognizes her?"
"Ann, her reassignment will be official tomorrow. You cannot keep it a
secret. Besides, the professionals have declared that Kaylie is a girl.
Why should she not go out to dine wearing a dress?"
Madeline left to call the restaurant and Kaylie followed her out of the
room. A few minutes later Madeline returned. "I called for reservations
and we do not need to be there for an hour. Ann, let's sit and talk.
There is something important that needs to be addressed. You girls, go
to Hillary's room, please.
Hillary and Kaylie bounce off giggling with excitement. Once the door
was closed they grabbed each other and hugged in a way they had never
done before.
"You passed. You are going to become a real girl full time."
"I am a girl now, Hillary. You and Madeline have been telling me that
for months."
"There is definitely a girl inside your head. No doubt. But you also
need the registration certificates and new ID card so that your real
gender can be your official gender."
"I know. Tomorrow they said the paperwork would be complete."
"Even more important, you need to get on a full dose of female hormones
right away and start growing breasts and hips."
Kaylie looked at herself front and sideways in the mirror. "I have a lot
of filling out to do before I catch up with you."
"Don't worry. Girls mature at different rates, look at Stacy. You just
need extra help. Speaking of extra help, when are you going to be
castrated, you know, have your little boy-balls cut off?"
Kaylie scowled, "I don't know. Apparently Mother needs to sign some
papers first. It seems something is wrong with her."
There was a knock on the door. "Hillary, Kaylie, lets have a talk."
In the living room Madeline was sitting at her reading desk looking very
formal and professional. There were documents spread in front of her.
Ann was in a chair with her hands in her lap and was staring at the wall.
"Ann, I am speaking to you as both the school counselor for Kaylie, and
as a professional on the family counseling team that has been working
with you. It is clear that you have been evading some of the issues. You
have promised in your counseling sessions that you were going to deal
with these things as a mature, responsible adult. For Kaylie's sake we
need to bring your issues out in the open right here and now."
The tension in the room was overwhelming. Madeline turned to Kaylie.
"Kaylie, you are a big girl. Ask your mother the question that you told
me has been bothering you."
Kaylie was in tears. "Mother, you have promised to support my becoming a
girl, but you keep hesitating. Like today, when you did not sign the
consent form. And you always seem to be afraid of something. Afraid to
see me changing into a girl. Afraid to see me do girl things with
Hillary. Afraid ...." She could not continue.
Madeline gave an emphatic look then turned to Ann. "Ann, tell Kaylie the
truth."
Ann started in a hesitant voice. "Kaylie, I'm sorry. There are things
that happened long ago that have prevented me from doing what I should
have for you. I have been in denial. I need to confront my repressed
emotions. Until the recent family counseling sessions I never told
anyone, but ..."
Kaylie met her mother's eyes.
"... my parents were conservative religious fundamentalists who were
married in the Church of God the Father. Your grandfather was a
domineering patriarch who abused both me and your grandmother. To him
women existed only to please and serve men. He regarded any men who
expressed the slightest approval of feminist ideas as enemies of
civilization. He was a member of the KKK and took part in raids on the
homes of gay and transgender people. He bragged about once trashing a
hormone therapy clinic and stealing the patient files. I was forced to
sit through Sunday School lessons at the church and nightly family
scripture reading where he selectively misinterpreted the holy book."
Hillary held Kaylie, and Madeline gave her a tissue to wipe her eyes and
a glass of water.
"Eventually your grandmother rebelled. There was a messy period of
family fights and arguments. One day while he was out on business your
grandmother quickly packed a couple of bags and we went to a safe house
across town, and from there moved to another city. We never saw that
monster again.
"Our escape happened right at the peak of the Times of Trouble. We ended
up in feminist territory and by the time I was your age grandmother had
sworn allegiance to the Feminist Republic. In high school I studied
feminist social and political theory along with all the other girls, but
I was always troubled.
"My mother got me away from the mind controlling of the Church of God the
Father, but by then a lot of false ideas had been implanted in my mind.
To your grandparents males and females were created by God and sex at
birth was an unchangeable aspect of the soul. I had been brought up to
consider any attempt at physical sex change or even any social gender
non-conformity to be a unforgivable sin.
"Even as an educated adult you can never completely escape childhood
religious indoctrination. Feelings of fear and guilt creep into your mind
again and again. I tried to control them, but sometimes professional
counseling is necessary."
Madeline looked at her. "And now tell Kaylie how these feelings of yours
have affected her."
"You were conceived semi-naturally so there was a 50-50 change for boy or
girl. Like most mothers I was disappointed that you turned out male. When
you started pre-school I fully understood that the Feminist Republic
needed all the politically reliable talent they could get. I received the
normal information on the programs to evaluate little boys each year and
select the most intelligent boys to be made into girls. I found this
idea to be logical, but emotionally frightening. I knew you had been
scored as both intelligent and feminine in your first and second grade
teacher observation reports.
"I kept you home from school on the day for your scheduled third grade
educational and gender assessment. I deliberately ignored the remainders
to reschedule you. I was afraid you would be selected. I just could not
accept that making little boys into girls was right."
"Mom." Kaylie cried. Madeline professionally calmed the situation and
indicated to Ann that there was more to say.
"All these old fears and guilt feelings came back to me when you started
asking about gender reassignment so that you could stay in school past
eighth grade. On one hand I knew that you were a good candidate
academically and when younger you had expressed transgender tendencies.
Madeline and others encouraged me to be supportive and I went along
reluctantly. On the other hand, I could not emotionally accept the idea
of gender reassignment, and kept resisting and hesitating. Like when I
was presented the maternal consent form, today."
Madeline spoke authoritatively, "Thank you for bringing these issues out
in the open. Once difficult words are said openly in the presence of your
family and friends it is possible to finally resolve the underlying
problem. What are you going to do now?"
Ann looked at Kaylie then reached out her arms. "I am going to love and
support my daughter and do everything I can to help her become the woman
she was meant to be."
After a few emotional minutes Madeline again took charge. "We need to
hurry, we are already late for dinner. This is going to be an even
bigger celebration tonight. Kaylie, go to Hillary's room and redo your
makeup. You look like you have been crying."
As Kaylie started to wash the streaks off her face Hillary was sorting
through outfits in her closet. "Let's really look good tonight. These
two dresses are the same style, but one is blue and the other yellow.
You pick, and I will wear the other. And let me look for a few
accessories that match."
The restaurant was elegant and the two girls felt very grown-up in their
stylish outfits. To their dismay they were allowed only non-alcoholic
mock cocktails for the post-meal celebratory toast.
Hillary grinned. "Girls always go to the restroom and freshen up after
dinner. Shall we?"
Ann and Madeline lead the way. In the Feminist Republic the public
female restrooms were always large and elegant, while a small grungy male
restroom was provided for any accompanying little boys, workers, or
suitably controlled boy-toy companions. For Kaylie going into the women's
restroom at a fancy restaurant with Mother was a major rite of passage.
As they exited Ann and Kaylie encountered a neighbor going in. The woman
stepped back and gave Kaylie a careful look, but did not say anything.
"You need to go public now, Kaylie," Madeline declared. "Ann, tomorrow
you need to take Kaylie and introduce her to the biggest gossips in your
neighborhood. The story will spread like wildfire once they see her.
There is nothing unusual about elementary school boys getting reassigned
anymore, but a boy becoming a girl at the end of Middle School will be
big news."
"Do we dare do it before we get the official papers? What if something
goes wrong?"
"Ann, you agreed to be 100% supportive. Besides if the Regional Center
delays I will use all my professional clout to pry the final decision out
of them."
Finally the official reassignment documents were in hand. For the past
two days Kaylie had been swinging between uncontrollable delight and
sheer terror that something might still go wrong. But today Kaylie woke
up with a feeling of total relief. She had now seen her newly issued ID
card with her feminine name and the gender marker "F", and a girl's
picture that, like all ID photos, did not do justice to her appearance.
She eagerly got ready, and soon Ann and Kaylie were on there way to the
gender clinic appointment. Unlike previous trips Kaylie and her mother
kept up a lively conversation all the way to the parking lot. They
headed to the office suite for Dr. Rebecca Taylor, signed in with
Kaylie's new ID card, and waited with a mix of anticipation and
excitement.
"Here is the signed maternal consent form, dear. I am sure you will
enjoy handing it to her." Compared to her guilt and hesitation at the
Chief Psychologist's office Ann was now decisive. Still, Kaylie noticed
a lot of tension in her mother's hands as she passed document.
Dr. Taylor greeted Kaylie with a big smile and was much friendlier that
she had been at the previous visit. "Kaylie Clark, your case has been a
professional challenge for me. I am pleased that the gender and career
counselors have now given the formal approval. Perhaps I was to cautious
and hesitant to do anything controversial without the psychologists
signing off. I have wanted to help you, and now I have all the
authorization I need to officially start your medical transition.
"I was amazed by the enthusiasm shown in the cover letter from the Chief
Psychologist. You clearly want to be reassigned, and there is no question
about your eligibility. I will say more about this later, but briefly the
evaluation team consolidated all different stages of approvals that
normally would have happened between age seven and twelve into one
decision document. Because of the years you spent as a boy you are behind
the normal medical schedule and the official protocols and timetables
need to be adjusted for you.
"Very few males start their transition at your age. Before the Times of
Trouble most males who transitioned had to wait until eighteen or older
because of legal constraints, but some brave doctors tried to intervene
with younger boys. Since the Great Social Transformation the treatment
specialists have gained increasing experience feminizing boys who start
the process at six to eight years old, but there is still much
controversy regarding optimal timing for critical steps.
"Before I say more I am going to apologize for not going beyond standard
guidance at your first appointment. At your age male puberty could erupt
at any moment. I shared your concern at your previous visit, but did not
want to get ahead of official approvals and risk my professional
reputation. I should have listened to Ms. Lee and risked getting into
'good trouble' - her favorite term - back then. Now I must help you
quickly.
"There is no time to waste. At a minimum, I am going to give you a
hormone injection today, and will prescribe the best cocktail of oral
hormones and androgen suppressors that current pharmacology suggests."
Kaylie was on the edge of her chair soaking in every word.
"You will start experiencing many of the changes associated with female
puberty: mood swings, hot flashes, tenderness around your nipples. You
will soon start noticing that you are developing breast buds and a
reshaping of your hips and buttocks. Since girls like you do not have a
uterus you will be spared the abdominal cramps and menstrual periods. You
should be grateful, but most transgender girls regret missing out on
these very female body experiences.
"One thing I noticed. Your blood test at the Regional Center this week
showed an exceptionally high level of estrogen for a boy. In fact, you
were at the low end of the range for a girl." She paused and looked
Kaylie in the eye.
Kaylie figured she had been caught. Madeline had told her to stop taking
the acne pills two weeks before the assessment, but she actually stopped
only one week before. She had been too terrified of what might happen if
her hormones reverted to male levels for too long.
"I suspect you might have gotten some pharmaceutical help by an
unofficial route. That is very dangerous. But I understand your
motivation, and am not going to ask any more about it.
"Let me continue. As I mentioned earlier, I need to accelerate the
standard transition timetable so that you can catch up with boys who were
reassigned much earlier. In addition to hormones you will need surgery.
The assessment paperwork shows that the psychologists agree you are
mentally a girl, and committed to a full transition. I recommend we do at
least the first stage surgery as soon as possible but there are options.
" Let me show you some diagrams illustrating the modern surgical
procedures that are currently being done to boys who are identified for
reassignment. Because we are transitioning males at such a young age we
find that the staged surgeries work much better than trying to do
everything at once like the so called sex-change clinics did before the
Time of Trouble. Once the boys in elementary school make a social
transition to living as a girl we do a temporary cosmetic procedure. The
surgeon pushes their testicles back inside the body and folds the scrotum
over the penis. This makes them look enough like a girl down there to
allow tight clothes to fit between the legs, and avoids any embarrassing
incidents in toilets and changing rooms. In theory this procedure is
reversible, but I have never actually seen a child want to go back to
being a boy after initial cosmetic surgery. After a few years of
progress evaluation and low-dose hormone treatment the reassigned boys
are ready to be castrated. After cutting off the testicles the surgeon
does another a cosmetic procedure to create a more realistic female
external appearance and urinary opening. The sensitive tissues are tucked
inside to keep everything safe until the girl is older and is ready for a
final operation that opens up a vagina and creates a clitoris. Many
contemporary transgender women are exclusively lesbian, and do not
bother with the vaginoplasty. That option avoids a lot of pain, hygiene
issues, and other complications, but can still be sexually satisfying.
" Normally when a transgirl reaches her the end of her pre-teen years I
increase the hormone dose to induce puberty, and then wait until there is
significant breast development before doing any surgery beyond the grade
school cosmetic procedures. That gives time for a final psychological
assessment before the big irreversible step. In your case the
psychologists have already signed off, and I am recommending a very
compressed schedule because of your age. Even though you are just
starting on a feminizing dose of hormones I am willing to offer you
immediate castration. Once I surgically remove your testicles you will no
longer have male hormones competing with the female hormones that you
will be taking. You will feminize much faster, and there will be zero
risk of any male secondary sexual characteristics developing. In any
case, I strongly recommend you have me do the cosmetic work so you will
not have to hide boy parts from your friends and classmates. As for
adult stage surgical procedures, you can decide when the time comes."
Kaylie took a deep breath and made sure she was sitting in a relaxed,
confident pose. This was what she had been waiting for ever since she
learned about the idea of reassigning highly intelligent boys.
"I am ready to have you make me into a girl right now," Kaylie declared
emphasizing each syllable.
"Let me repeat, you have options. Do not feel you have to rush."
"I understand. I have spent months waiting for this opportunity. I am
not afraid to make a irreversible step."
"The assessment team has signed off on full medical transition including
irreversible surgery. Your mother has signed the necessary consent form
for me to proceed. But it is your body and you need to do what your feel
is best for yourself.
"First, do you want me to fix you cosmetically 'down there'?"
"Of course. The sooner the better." Kaylie giggled. "It will make it so
much easier to have sleepovers with my friends."
"I see you have a sense of humor. But, this is important. Now I need to
ask you the decisive question explicitly. Are you ready to be castrated?"
Kaylie took another deep breath. "Yes." Kaylie could see that Dr.
Taylor expected her to say more. "I do not want to have those boy parts
any longer," Kaylie added forcefully, emphasizing each word.
"Good. But, I need to remind you again that once you have this procedure
done there is no going back. If you change your mind you will never ever
be able to be a normal male again."
"I understand. Ms. Lee has talked to me many times about this."
Kaylie knew there would be no going back. A new future would open up,
and a birth destiny would be left behind. "Let's do it."
"Let's have your mother come in so you can tell her your decision. I
suspected this is what you would want so I left my afternoon schedule
open.
"The nurse will take you to the procedure room where you can get changed,
and then we can get started."
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