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Part 8
"She's awake!"
Slowly, my heavy eyelids began to open, exposing me to the brightest
light I have ever encountered in my life. Well, that's what it felt like.
My whole body ached and I could hardly move, due to what felt like severe
fatigue. This felt similar to the last time I caught the flu - I even had
an incredibly sore throat. "Am I sick in hospital?" I thought to myself.
A shadowy figure appeared above me, providing some temporary relief from
the dazzling light by blocking it from my vision.
A mature, well-spoken female voice greeted me. "Mrs Wilson, I'm so glad
to see you are awake." Just hearing the name Mrs Wilson brought back a
flood of memories, leading all the way up to the moment when Jay had
taken me to the salon for beauty treatments. My current predicament and
the memories were now adding up to make a realistic explanation of the
situation.
The blurred figure continued, "You've been out for a few days now but I
am happy to inform you that the procedures so far have been a complete
success. Now, please do not try to talk at the moment as it will cause
you pain. I'm sure you have a very tender throat so I will have a nurse
come along shortly to give you a drink of iced water, which will bring
comfort and relief." Now confusion began to arise once again, this time
bringing it's best friend anxiety along for the ride. "Why would my
throat hurt from a simple hair removal treatment?" My mind flustered! The
fear in my eyes and, now, my attempts to move must have caused some
concern to the lady standing above me.
"Calm down please, Mrs Wilson. Let me finish explaining the situation and
the next steps without this unnecessary panic, otherwise I will have to
sedate you for your own safety," the lady explained in her unfazed,
monotonous voice. This brought my breathing under control and I tried to
relax my body. "That's better," she reacted.
"We are going to keep you awake for a little longer before we put you
under anaesthetic one again to carry out the remaining procedures. I
wanted to tell you that once the final surgeries have taken place, you
will be kept here for another week, before you can return home. Now, If
you feel up to having visitors, I am happy to allow that. There is
somebody in the waiting room, just simply nod if you would like to see
them," she explained. I nodded in the hope that this would bring about
some clarity. The lady pressed a buzzer on the wall and gave instruction,
"Please show Mrs Wilson's guest to her room and bring a beaker of iced
water with a straw."
I heard the door open and slowly close and was left alone with the
deafening silence for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, the door
re-opened and I could hear chatter from outside the room for a short
period before it clicked closed once again. Next, I heard footsteps
moving around the bed before coming to a halt. It's amazing how quickly
we become especially attuned to one sense when the other are doing us no
favours in monitoring our environment. Then an all-to-familiar voice met
my ears, "Hello Jane."
Jay stepped forward and lifted a cup towards my face, the straw gently
brushing my lips. "Take a drink, it will make you feel better," she
suggested. Instinctively, I purchased my lips around the straw and drank
greedily, the ice-cold fluid bringing instant relief to both my throat
pain and thirst. When I stopped drinking, I heard her place the cup on a
surface nearby.
"Jane, I'm sure there are a lot of questions on your mind, but it
wouldn't be a good idea to talk right now, trust me. So please let me
explain everything to put your mind at ease," Jay began. I nodded, giving
her the approval to continue. "Firstly, let me tell you what procedures
have taken place, you've had: full-body hair removal, facial feminisation
surgery, a tracheal shave and a glottoplasty. The tracheal shave reduces
the size of your Adam's apple - I know yours wasn't a large one but it
was worth doing while they carried out the glottoplasty. Oh, a
glottoplasty is where they shorten your vocal chords to give you a higher
pitched voice."
The anxiety had set back in once again but this time I was feeling rage
from the manipulation I had experienced. Jay could obviously sense this
but continued completely nonchalant. "Oh, don't give me this righteous
victim anger, Mrs, you agreed to everything! You signed the papers
agreeing to all this work - and more! You, on so many occasions, agreed
to be the new Jane. So spare me any anger or tears. Besides, I know you
oh so well now. I know your character. You are indecisive, passive, weak!
And I'm not saying they are bad things, in fact, they are wonderful
traits for an archetypical housewife. I'm merely guiding you to your true
calling, to the life you should have had from birth."
Jay's words had a ring of truth to them. It was hard to argue with any of
what she said. Her words reminded me of the days, and there were many of
them, when I would question whether transitioning would be the right
thing to do. I never followed up on this as I was too much of a coward.
My body calmed somewhat, which Jane took as a signal to continue. "I
never misled you at any point, Jane. I have always been truthful. Well, I
did say this was a salon, but that wasn't the whole truth. This salon is
attached to a medical facility; a private healthcare facility - Robert's
private health care facility to be exact. Over the next few days you will
be sedated once again to complete your transformation. Robert's company
are specialists in transplants. It was at my behest, that they invested
heavily in this field and become the leaders in this area."
"I suppose this is the point when I tell you my backstory and explain
why..." Jay went on.
"As I told you, I never wanted to be married. Truth be told, I never
wanted to be female, but I was born in a generation where people didn't
transition, it wasn't even a thing back then. My family offered my hand
in marriage to Robert as he came from good stock and, most importantly,
money. I had no say in my own life. But what could I do? Back then, you
stoically accepted your lot and got on with it. For decades, I lived a
lie and played the perfect housewife and mother. I dressed to impress and
was a perfect trophy on Robert's arm whenever required. I would lay on
the bed and open my legs or mouth to please him on demand. I bore raised
three wonderful children, who haven't got a clue about how I suffered!
Imagine breast-feeding a child when you can't stand the sight of your own
tits! These emotions were bottled up for decades, until one night I
almost ended my own life by taking an overdose. Luckily, Robert found me
just in time to rush me to hospital."
Jay sat in the chair next to my bed and continued.
"Following my failed suicide attempt, I had to come clean to Robert and
explain everything. We agreed to stay together for the sake of the
children. Robert accepted that we would no longer have sex or any
romantic interactions for that matter - I wasn't capable of pretending
to be something, I knew at my core, that I wasn't. We agreed that as soon
as our youngest had fled the nest, we would part ways. Whenever the
children weren't around, he would address me as Jay, to help with my
dysphoria. However, Robert and I had built up something over the years
outside of the fa?ade of husband and wife. We had a strong bond that
would never be broken and because of that, I saw his struggle with the
situation, his pain seemed unbearable. He told me that he still loved me
deeply, and to lose me as his wife, figuratively, was akin to the literal
death of a loved one."
Jay reached out and took hold of my hand before resuming her explanation.
"I asked him if it would help if I could find him another wife, but he
said that nobody could compare to me. It was around that time, I logged
onto our swinging profile - swinging was something Robert enjoyed but I
loathed but I had to take part in whatever pleased my husband. The only
thing I enjoyed about that site was the forum, which was where I found
your post. It was then that it clicked and came together: a young man,
who desperately wanted to play the role of an older housewife; a lonely
husband despairing for his lost wife and an older woman on the brink of
suicide due to her gender dysphoria. It all tied so perfectly together,
especially with Robert's field of work. So one day I asked Robert if he
would be happy if I could find him a perfect replica of myself, but one
who truly loved being his wife. He accepted in theory that it would be
wonderful but he doubted whether it would ever work."
Jay lifted herself to her feet once again and began pacing the room
slowly. "That brings us back to the present moment. Your face has been
altered to look just like mine and your voice, with a little work, will
be soon just like mine. There is still one little problem though -
downstairs. Robert didn't mind fucking you that once but, penises really
aren't his thing. Luckily, for Robert, you and I, this company are in the
advanced stages of completing gender-affirming transplants between two
willing donors. It has been in the development phase for many years but
now they are ready for their first test subjects. They are more than
capable of carrying out a full swap of the womb, vagina, penis and
testes. Even more remarkable is the fact that they have developed drugs
that not only stop transplants from being rejected but also eliminate the
need for donors to have the same blood type. Isn't that just wonderful,
Jane?"
I just lay there completely flabbergasted, unable to even reply. This was
moving at a rate my mind was unable to keep up with.
Jay resumed her monologue.
"When you wake up from your next round of surgeries, you will have a
fully-functional womb and vagina and I will have my very own penis and
testicles. The next time you see me, I will have also had facial surgery,
vocal surgery and a mastectomy and will be a perfect copy of the old you.
I'll give you some time to savour what I've just told you as I'm sure you
are over the moon. After all, you did agree to all of this. Don't get too
excited though as the nurses are under instruction to sedate you whenever
they feel you are at risk of injuring yourself. Our next meeting as Jane
and Mark is going to be something else!"
And at that moment Jay left the room so that I was alone with nobody but
my thoughts.
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