This choice: Waking up after processing • Go Back...Chapter #6Waking up after processing by: CassieG   "Good morning Ms. Gracie," you heard a soft woman's voice say, pulling you out of the strange and tumbling dreams you'd been having for... you didn't know how long. Dreams where you got back together with Susan and had to work for. Strange dreams where you had to squeeze your muscular frame into her mini skirts and she made you eat her out under her desk....
"Mmmmm..." you managed to mumble, blinking several times to clear the cobwebs from your vision. "Ms. Gracie ...?" you say, surprised at how soft and high pitched the question comes.
"Yes," the woman says, walking into your field of view. She's probably not too many years older than you are, in her late thirties or early forties, with a slender figure that's mostly obscured by the white lab coat she's wearing. "I'm Doctor Helen Moser," she continues as she reaches past you to check on a piece of equipment. "It's been about a month since we checked you in and I have to say that you're doing even better than expected. There's no sign of rejection from any of the transplants and the scarring should be close to invisible."
"Transplants?" you ask, still confused. Your body ached dully, and you could feel a blood pressure cuff around one arm, along with needles that must be connected to an IV. In the background, you could hear the sounds of an ECG beeping away as it kept track of your heart, and further away, the sounds of a quiet and orderly hospital going about the business of the day.
"Shh," Dr. Moser said, softly. "Don't try to speak to much just yet, we did quite a bit of work on your vocal cords and you'll want to sip on something for a little while before you try to use them too much. But yes, transplants. You couldn't very well live the life of a woman without a uterus and all of the fun that goes with it now could you? Your vaginal transplant and construction was executed at the same time and we worked hard to make sure you have maximum sexual sensitivity and responsiveness. But, I'm going to want you to go gently, so small toys only for the first month and then work yourself up in size before you attempt vaginal sex. You and your boss will need to get by on oral and anal for any sexual activities for at least the next three months."
"Sex... I don't want..." you try to say before she puts a finger over your lips to hush you.
"What did I say about speaking?" she chided. "Not another word. Just nod or shake your head okay? Now, how about I get you sitting up," she said, moving to the side of the bed. "And we can give you a look at yourself. I think Mr. Silverman is going be very happy, we were able to accommodate every one of his requests and I must say the result is stunning. I give him a week tops before he's desperate to get in your panties."
At the touch of a button, the head of the hospital bed began to elevate, bringing with it the sensation of your body shifting as the weight of your new breasts shifted on your chest. Moments later you were brought face to face with a large mirror on the far wall, reflecting the woman they had transformed you into.... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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