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I was sitting in the kitchen eating my sandwich, thumbing through my
phone when my mom walked in.
"Have you been sitting here since I last saw you?"
"Yes," I replied. I loved my mother dearly but I just wanted to relax
for a little bit without her nagging me. It was summer time, after all.
"Jason, I need that cheese for tonight's dinner. Can't you just go over
to the store rally fast? Then you can keep doing nothing for the rest of
the day." She looked at me longingly.
"Ok ok I'm going."
"Thank you. Besides, you just got your license anyway. You can use all
the practice you can get. It won't take you long."
I walked upstairs to my room and grabbed a sweater, my wallet, and keys
to my car. My parents had been really generous and gotten me my first
car as a birthday gift a few weeks ago. An old Honda Accord. I wasn't
really a "car guy" so it suited me perfectly. Perfect point A to point B
kind of vehicle. I was more interested in the freedom that having a car
afforded as well as a license.
I walked outside and hopped in. I plugged my phone into the stereo in
the car and opened iTunes on my phone to cue up some road music. I was,
definitely, a "music guy" and my most priceless possession was my Fender
guitar upstairs in my room. A blue Telecaster with a Mesa Boogie
amplifier. I had saved up for what felt like an eternity to outfit
myself with some nice gear and I relished in every opportunity I had to
play.
iTunes didn't seem to want to load properly so I decided to pull out of
the driveway and get moving. I'd problem-solve this on the way to the
store. I meandered down the street and hooked a right onto the main drag
of my city. I glanced down at my phone and the playlist I had still
hadn't loaded.
I grimaced. Why the hell wasn't this working I thought to myself. I
looked back at the road to gauge my surroundings before reaching over to
grab my phone. I picked it up and closed the app and opened it back up
again. Still nothing. I began to become absorbed in figuring this out.
So much so that I neglected to notice the approaching intersection I was
barreling down on at a decent clip.
I looked up and time began to slow down for me. Right above me was a
glaring red light for my direction of travel. Shit I thought to myself,
I hope there's no cops around. I looked down ahead of me and saw the
large semi-truck lying directly in my path. My body's fight or flight
response kicked in and my urge to live set my limbs in motion trying to
avoid this catastrophe that I was getting myself into.
All of this happened so fast. Too fast for a human mind to make any real
discernible difference in the obvious outcome that, too anyone watching,
was imminent. My Honda slammed into the side of the truck at 60 miles
per hour. From my vantage point, all I saw was the front of my car
crumpling rapidly and then...nothing. Blackness all around me.
...
I awoke in the hospital sometime later. To me, it seemed instantaneous.
Like I had just blinked my eyes and transported myself somewhere else. I
tried to sit up but was instantly met with a resistance that I couldn't
overcome. It wasn't necessarily something holding me down but a lack of
being thrust forward. I couldn't quite place it. In my delirium, I could
make out my mother and father sitting next to the bedside. Their muffled
voices crying out with joy that I was awake. I couldn't really
understand what they were saying.
I looked down at my body. It was covered by a blanket but my arms,
clearly visible above the knitted sheath draped over me, were laden with
cuts and bruises. A pulse monitor was attached to my finger on my right
hand and an IV line was also attached to my upper arm. I tried to move
arms to help lift me out of bed but I felt nothing. Panic began to set
in.
"Mom, dad, I can't feel anything!" I gasped. I had seen enough TV shows
to understand what was happening to me.
"Just relax son. Your body still needs time to heal," my dad said
reassuringly. He rested his hand on my shoulder. I felt nothing.
"Everything's going to be fine sweety. The doctor's have done some tests
and they say there's some hope for you to be able to use your arms and
hands again." It was my mom's turn to assuage my fears.
Just then, a white coat clad physician entered the room. He seemed
hurried and brisk and pulled up a chair next to my bedside.
"Jason, I'm sorry for my poor bedside manner here but we need to discuss
a potential treatment option for you that's extremely time-critical. If
we're going to do this it has to happen today."
"What are you talking about?" I asked. What kind of treatment for
paralysis was time critical?
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Dr. Brawnwyn by the way. When I get on a quote un-
quote mission like this, I neglect pleasantries like introducing myself.
As I was saying-time critical treatment."
"Please get to the point. You're putting everyone on edge," my dad
chimed in from behind.
"Ok well first thing's first, your paralysis is most likely permanent."
Those words pierced my with the fury of a thousand suns. I now saw
myself standing on the precipice of absolute depression. Life would be
meaningless without my music.
"But there is a potential way around it. But it's extremely experimental
and has only proven successful in the last three procedures we've
performed. The first seven didn't go so well but my team and I feel like
we've perfected the technique."
That was enough to claw me back from the edge. Now I was intrigued. Wide
awake at this point, I listened with serious intent.
"We have initially done this with military servicemen who were maimed
for paralyzed in battle. I'll skip the history lesson and cut to the
chase - we would take your intact brain and brain stem and graft it into
a new, compatible host body. The science is complicated but essentially,
we would put you under and you would wake up in a new body. As such, a
donor body has arrived here this afternoon that is a perfect chemical
match for you."
"Oh my god," my mother sat slack jawed behind the physician. My father
said nothing.
"So I'd be an entirely new person? How would that even work legally? Who
would handle the mountains of paperwork associated with letting me take
this person's physical identity? Would I still be 'me' on the inside?"
"Since these procedures were initially done with members of the
military, all of the legal stuff has already been sorted out and
liaisons from various government agencies would work with you and your
family to make sure everything is on the up-and-up."
"Well, who is this person? How come they've become a donor?" my dad
asked.
"This person is brain dead from the result of blunt impact trauma.
Hiking accident. All of our tests show the rest of their body is
completely healthy. Fully functioning in every way that it should. Their
family also did not survive the accident so, sadly to say, it makes this
process easier from an emotional standpoint."
"Person? I feel like we need to at least know more about what or better
yet, who we're getting into here before we can make a decision," my
mother said. I chuckled at her pun that I'm sure she had no intention of
being funny.
"I don't want to be turned into an 80 year old man. I'd rather stay in
this body and hope for a miracle. At least that way I'd have a full life
ahead of me," I said.
"Jason, it's the polar opposite of that." He paused. He looked at me, my
father, and then my mother. "The donor is a five year old girl. Her name
was Chelsea but you will have the opportunity to pick any name you
wish."
There was a silence in the room that lasted a thousand years. I would be
a girl? A little girl at that? My whole life would change in the most
profound of ways. I was an only child so my parents would lose a son
forever. My father sat stone faced. My mother, however, looked
optimistic.
"How would the change in sex affect his personality?" she said.
"Excellent question. Essentially, Jason's personality would remain
largely unaffected. The core of who he is would still be there. The
change in hormones, however, will cause some slight changes that will be
more noticeable as he gets older. In another case very similar to this,
for example, the patient who was a heterosexual male remained a
heterosexual female after the procedure. The mind doesn't sense age
necessarily, so Jason won't all of a sudden become interested in ponies
or Disney movies. He will, however, experiencer puberty as a woman and
all of the associated changes as such."
"So, you're saying he would be romantically interested in men as a
woman?" my mother said.
"I am not aware of Jason's sexual orientation but if he considers
himself straight, based on the results of the other case I mentioned,
yes."
Now it was my turn to speak up. I needed to advocate for myself here.
"Mom I don't know how I feel about this. I enjoy being a guy. Who knows,
if they can put my brain in a new body - we can't be that far off from
fixing paralysis."
"Jason, this option seems like a good here-and-now fix. You'll get your
life back-right now! We won't have to wait."
"Son," my dad hadn't said much since this circus had started, "your
mother is right. And please, I know this sounds selfish but since we're
faced with a choice here, consider this - your paralysis will be a
massive burden on our family."
That hurt but he was right. My dad never shied away from a point and
this was a definite one.
"You'll be good as new. We can make some adjustments around the house
but things will remain largely unaffected," he added.
"I just, I don't know. I'm a guy. I like guy stuff! I think girls are
cute and enjoy eating large amounts of food," I protested slightly but I
could see this was a losing argument. "Plus the thought of being with a
dude like that is insanely gross. I'm not gay. I've never looked at a
man like that in my life."
"Well, technically, you wouldn't be gay," Dr. Brawnwyn stated matter of
factly.
"See? There you go. Problem solved," my mom said.
"I don't know. I need some time to think about this," I said.
"You have literally minutes Jason," said Dr. Brawnwyn, "this kind of
procedure needs to be done within hours of the donor body becoming
available for transplant. The likelihood of another candidate coming
along within the next five years is slim. Hence my urgency."
"Jason, your mom and I are in charge of your medical decisions since
you're a minor and this is seeming like the best option for you. I'm
sorry that it couldn't be another 17 year old guy like yourself but it
is what it is. Like I said, we can make some adjustments at home and
we'll figure out everything else as we go along."
I sighed. I would have to accept my fate. This was happening whether I
liked it or not. It would make it easier for everyone and me if I just
accepted it and tried to make the most of it.
"Fine. Let's get this show on the road," I said.
"Like I said earlier, everything's going to be fine," my mom said.
Dr. Brawnwyn was already injecting a sedative into the IV line.
"The procedure takes about 20 hours Jason and there will be a litany of
tests to run when you wake up but the recovery time is actually quite
rapid. A day at the most. We will keep you in a medically induced coma
while the scar tissue heals around the surgical site. When you wake up,
25 days from now-you'll be good as new."
25 days. Holy shit.
"Good luck son. Mom and I love you." My dad said as I drifted off to
sleep.
...
The procedure, by all accounts, was a success from a surgical stand
point. The 25 day rest period came and went and it was time for me to
wake up. My parents had been there every day to check on me and marveled
at the progress I had made recovering. On the day of my "resurrection",
they gathered by my bed side to be there for me when I was welcomed back
into the world.
...
I began to stir in my bed and my eyes opened. It was if my brain had
been completely recalibrated. All of the sensations being delivered to
it were new and foreign and I was initially having trouble trying to
decipher everything I was feeling. My mom and dad were there sitting
next to the bed smiling at me.
"Good morning sleepy head!" my mom cooed.
"Welcome back," my dad added.
Sit up I thought. I could feel everything touching my body which was a
good sign. The instant I began to stir out of bed, I was met with the
sensation of lightness. This new body was so much smaller than the one I
had been in for the previous 17 years. I jolted up quicker than I
wanted.
"Take it easy sweety. The doctors said it would take a second for your
inner ear to adjust to the new body."
"I feel-" I stopped cold and my mom and dad both stared at me. My voice
was so different. My pubescent baritone had been placed with a spritely
squeak that was now my voice. My mother began to chuckle.
"Ok we were wondering what you would sound like."
"This is insane. It's like something out of a movie," I said.
"Yup, definitely still you in there buddy," my dad said.
"How DO you feel?" My mother stated, returning to my previous statement
that had been cut short by my own shock and disbelief.
"Good I guess. I can feel everything." I lifted both my arms and made
fists with my new, tiny hands. I wiggled my legs. "Everything seems like
it's running properly I suppose."
"Well that's good news. The doctors will return in about an hour but we
asked for time alone with you before things got too clinical. If these
last few tests they run on you are successful, you'll be leaving today.
I guess they're pretty quick too," my mom said. I was so insanely
thankful that both of my folks were able to make it. I would've been
scared beyond belief if it was a bunch of doctors I was waking up to.
"Has it really been almost a month?" I asked.
"Sure has. A lot's changed since then. Thank god it's summer so dealing
with the school was easy. The department liaisons they put us in touch
with have all been very helpful so getting your new life established has
been easy. They are waiting for one thing, however," my dad said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"What would you like us to call you baby?" my mother cooed. She was
already adjusting to addressing the new five year old me.
I hadn't had much time to think about that. I had only been aware of
this entire situation for an entire 35 minutes. 20 minutes before I went
under for surgery and 15 since I woke up 25 days later. But I was a firm
believer in the "first thought, best thought" principal. I cleared my
mind for a second and a name appeared on my mind's marquee. It was
settled.
"Tiffany," I declared.
"Tiffany?" my mom and dad said in unison.
"Tiffany," I repeated.
"It's settled then," my dad said.
Just then the doctors arrived into the room with all the pomp and
circumstance of a high school graduation. They descended upon me with
clipboards, reflex hammers, a flashlight, and stethoscope. After about
an hour, they gave me the green-light to leave the hospital. They helped
me out of bed and helped me take my first, shaky steps. I must have
liked like a baby giraffe trying to hobble around the room. My dad kept
a firm hand under my arm pit to steady me but eventually, I was able to
move around with ease. My new, tinier form felt so agile. I was almost
like a ninja. Like you had put a big engine in a small car, my 17 year
old brain felt like it had masterful control of this new form.
"Well, I think we're done here Tiffany. That is the new name correct?"
Dr. Brawnwyn said.
"Correct sir," I replied.
"Excellent. Well, it's a whole new world for you Tiffany. Since you're
now so young, you're essentially getting a new lease on life. Your new
altered birth certificate gives this bodies original birthdate as your
own so you essentially get a do-over of the next 12 years. Anything you
might want to do differently?"
"Not really. I may try and be more social in school. I enjoyed being by
myself but I did sometimes wish I had a more vibrant social life," I
replied.
"Well, to be candid. I don't think you'll have any problem with that."
"What do you mean?"
My mother giggled. "What I think he's getting at is that you're a cutie
Tiffany."
I shuddered at the thought. Men are already saying this to me and I'm...
five essentially.
The doctors cleared the room and my mom began to pack up my belongings.
My dad fumbled around on his phone in the corner and made a wise crack
or two every so often when my mom said she couldn't find something of
mine. All of a sudden, I had the urge to go pee. I made a minute
movement towards the bathroom when I realized that this was going to be
a new experience for me all together. I had no idea how that worked down
there in terms of plumbing and I was scared to death of making a mess.
I decided it was time to ask for some help.
"Guys, I have to go to the bathroom."
"There's one right behind that door," my dad said without looking up
from his phone.
I stood there motionless. They had not gotten the hint. My mother
finally took the cue and stepped in.
"I see. Hey hon, could you maybe give us a second. Bring these bags down
to the car but leave this one OK?"
"Say no more." My dad bolted from the room.
My mom got on one knee and put her hands on my shoulders.
"Do you need some assistance sweety?"
I nodded. I felt extremely embarrassed, almost misty-eyed. But I
retained my composure. I bit my lip softly out of nervousness.
"I'm sorry mom. I just didn't want to make a mess of things."
"Oh stop. You're totally fine. It helps that I too am a woman. I can be
your guide. Come on." She took my hand and walked me over to the
bathroom. Once inside, she closed the door behind us.
"Ok, arms up."
"What do you mean mom?"
"Lift your arms straight up. We're gonna get you out of that hospital
gown. It'll make this process easier."
Reluctantly, I put my hands up in the air. She pulled the gown off of me
revealing my small, naked form. I finally had a glimpse of my entire,
new body. I looked down between my legs and instead of the usual wedding
tackle that I was accustomed to seeing, there was nothing. I reached my
hand down and felt between my legs. I had experienced the sensation of
touching a vagina with my girlfriend but now, that sensation
reverberated not just through my fingers but through my body as well. It
was my vagina. My mother caught me exploring.
"That's all you honey. I'll eventually teach you on the best way to keep
everything clean down there but going to the bathroom is a good first
step. Come on."
Emasculating me even further, she lifted me up and put me on the toilet.
"Mom, even though this body is five years old, my mind is 17. Can you
try to remember that?"
"Tiffany, you're not Jason anymore. And for appearance's sake, I'm going
to treat you like a five year old girl. Then a six year old girl, and so
on and so forth. I'm aware that you're knowledgeable about the world but
you're my daughter now. Try to accept the role and behave as such. This
is part of that adjustment we were talking about a month ago. It's
necessary."
"I know but to an extent right?"
"Nope. We're going all in. I don't want a bunch of unwanted attention
from the public because I'm talking to you like a young man. It'll be
weird. Trust me, this will be easier."
"Fine. But I may protest from time to time."
"Well if you're naughty, you may get a spanking or two. We did that to
you when you were a little boy. The rules don't really change there. Now
be a good girl for mommy and try to relax. You said you had to pee
right?"
"Ugh, fine. Relax where though?"
"You can feel your bladder right? Try to relax those muscles and the pee
will come." She spread my legs a little and reached between them and
touched my crotch. "It'll come out here so be prepared."
I stopped trying to make sense of the scene playing out in front of me
and just decided to go with it. I guess a mother touching her daughter's
vagina to show her where her urine comes out is anything but normal but
the circumstances here were unique. It was helpful for me to know, I
guess. I relaxed and heard a few drips into the bowl. Suddenly, a steady
stream began to flow.
"Very good sweety!" my mom smiled at me.
I finished up and she showed me where and how to wipe so I wouldn't
track any unnecessary stuff into my opening. I hopped off the bowl and
went to grab the gown as my mom opened the door. My mother, with some
serious finesse, grabbed the gown off the counter before I could reach
it and smiled at me devilishly.
"You're not going to need this sweety."
"What am I going to wear to the - oh no."
"Oh yes. Remember - adjustment!"
"Is this another 'all-in' scenario?"
"Absolutely. Take a look."
My mother grabbed a bag off of the chair in the hospital room and began
pulling out some clothes. She laid them out on the chair so I can take a
look at them.
"I asked some of my friends what their daughters have been wearing so yo
wouldn't look out of date in terms of style. We're starting off simple."
One by one she picked up each garment and gave a brief description of
it. "Some jean shorts. Note that they're much shorter than boy's shorts.
This tends to be the length of a girl's short. You have cute little legs
too so they'll look good on you. Next, a simple white shirt with a more
feminine neck line. All of this came from target which is where I'll be
getting all of your clothes for the time being."
She picked up a white pair of thong sandals. They were so small for my
new tiny feet.
"Sandals - simple and they go well with everything. It's warm out too so
it makes sense. Try to take note of these style cues so you can start
picking out stuff you like...with my approval of course."
Lastly, she reached in the bag and pulled out a tiny shrink wrapped
package and handed them to me. I was sort of dreading this part. I knew
what was coming. It was a three-pack of little girls underwear. Panties.
The most feminine word in the English language.
"Mom, can't I just wear little boy's underwear under all of this? No one
will see them. We can keep up the whole appearance thing no problem."
"Nonense. Again-all in. Panties are such a girly thing you'll grow to
love them once you get some more of those hormones flowing through you.
I went simple again on these. I don't want you wearing anything racy
until you're at least 12. Then, maybe, we can do our first Victoria's
Secret trip together!"
"Good lord mom."
"Pick out a pair of panties Tiffany and get dressed. There are more
surprises waiting for you at home."
I went with a purple pair with neon blue trim around the waist and leg
holes. My mom said she loved the colors. I stood there holding them up,
inspecting them.
"Here, let me help."
She snagged them from my hands and brought them down to the ground.
"Step into them."
One foot at a time, I stepped into my new panties and she gently pulled
them up my legs. The smooth fabric was comforting. It clung to my crotch
and around my little butt almost accentuating my new figure. My mother
smoothed out the waist seem and gave me a little pat on my bottom.
"Cute!" she exclaimed. She was loving this. I was not.
Next I pulled up the shorts which definitely showed up my legs. They
were loose fitting around my butt and thighs, not like the ones I saw
girls wear at the gym, but they were decidedly feminine. Next the shirt
over my head and finally, the sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror
they had brought in for me to inspect myself in.
I looked just like my little cousin but, dare I say it, I was prettier
than her. I had big blue eyes, pouty lips, and high cheek bones.
Annoyingly, I realized that doctor was right. I was a cutie.
"Your hair isn't long enough for us to do anything cute with it yet but
when it grows in, we'll get you all dolled up. You look great baby!"
"You're really enjoying this aren't you mom?"
"I've embraced it Tiffany. You're no longer Jason, my son. You're
Tiffany, my daughter. I loved you as a son and I'll love you as a
daughter. It is nice, however, that I have someone else in the house to
do girly stuff with. Trust me, all of this will grow on you once your
brain acclimates to the hormone change."
"If you say so. I just want to make you happy I suppose."
"And you are. Now scoot little lady. We have more stuff to see!"
She grabbed my shoulders and gently spun me around towards the door. She
gave my butt another little tap and off we went.
To be continued...
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