This choice: Dr. Kerry has another quick word with you before you pass out. • Go Back...Chapter #8Dr. Kerry has another quick word with you befor... by: Wassel   ...Or at least you would have. If not for the fact that a moment later, after hearing the door swing shut, you heard it creak back open. Becoming all too aware that someone was once again approaching. Even through the foggy daze you were now in.
"Sorry, Tim. There was one last thing..." a familiar voice uttered as you forced your heavy eye lids to stay open. Watching Dr. Kerry reappear. His hand reaching for the IV drip. Presumably to stop you from completely blacking out (which it felt like you were incredibly close to doing).
Grunting in response, "Hnh?" Not being able to say much else.
"It's something that I didn't want to say in front of Dr. Saunders," he continued. Leaning down now so that his face was much closer to your own. "Something that I'd rather stays just between us."
Your ears naturally perking up. Wondering what it was. Yet no longer having the wherewithal to actually form any words to ask.
The balding, mustachioed doctor lightly chuckling now as he flashed you a smile. Informing you that, "We've been working together for over twenty years, but to be honest, he is a bit of a stick in the mud. Not quite so keen to push the envelope as I am. Or have a little fun with our discoveries."
Wait... What the...? What is he talking about? you asked yourself instead. Being a hell of a confused.
Finally managing to somehow utter, "I... I don't... don't understand..."
"Well, while it's true that we both performed the surgery that saved your mother's life, I couldn't help but make a special little addition of my own." Both what he said and the slightly creepy way that he said it causing alarm bells to start ringing. Starting to wonder if this was in fact a dream.
"You see, when you were brought into us, Tim, there was a memory stick in your pocket and I... Well, I'm a curious individual by nature. I couldn't help but take a little peek. See what kind of person I'm dealing with."
"Memory stick?" you blurted. Having indeed had one on you. One that you really didn't want anyone else to see. "But... That's... private..."
Vaguely recalling how you'd been using it to download some pictures before you'd left for the game. Having absentmindedly placed it in your pocked. The contents of which was something you imagined most horny, sex starved teenage boys possessed; your favorite porn. Photos, video clips... as well as quite a number of stories. Stories that catered for a particular fetish you had. Which was guys turning into girls. Having had this desire for quite some time.
The doctor knowingly grinning at you once again. Nodding his head as he chuckled, "Yes, I imagine so." Not appearing at all remorseful for invading your privacy. "Your interests are very unique, and quite fascinating I have to say. I didn't realize that there was quite so much literature online involving men turning into beautiful, busty women. It's quite the fetish. One that you obviously fantasize about a lot. Judging from your own attempts at writing."
Your mouth fell open. Oh God... He's seen them too? Not being much of a writer admittedly, but you'd needed some sort of outlet for this pervy desire. A way to imagine yourself in one of the female bodies you so desperately craved. So hearing this naturally left you feeling mortified. Dream or not.
"Oh and don't worry. I'm not judging," Kerry was quick to assure you. "Not at all. We all have our own particular kinks. Some of which are far more attainable than others." The doctor shooting you a little wink then. "And thanks to my rather brilliant addition, that now includes yours."
Okay. This is definitely a dream, you decided. This clearly being a fantasy that your mind was conjuring.
"As I said before, I enjoy pushing the envelope when it comes to what is possible with the brain, and I also have a lot of sympathy for the little guy. Having previously been one of them myself. The little guy who's obvious lack of experience with the members of the opposite sex has clearly led to him to dream about actually being one." Having definitely hit the nail on the head there. "To have free reign of their bodies. Which now, thanks to me, you will."
Your face breaking into a grin then. Enjoying this drug fueled fantasy very much. Especially if things were going to progress to you actually feeling like you were inside a woman's body. Having been jerking off to this very thought nearly every single night for the past year. So desperately wanting to play with a big pair of boobs and a vagina. It having become an even more arousing thought than actually hooking up with a girl. Seeing how you'd have complete control.
Kerry's part in this scenario wasn't done quite yet however. Telling you then, "Now I know in those stories you seem to prefer girls closer to your own age (having written many a short story that revolved around you becoming the hottest, bustiest girls at your school), but I could only work with what I was given. Besides, your mother is certainly an attractive woman..."
Wait... What?! This fantasy taking a rather unexpected and weird turn.
"...And those breasts of hers... Wow!" The doctor grinned. His entire face lighting up. "I'm not sure 'busty' is even the word. Not to mention that there is bound to be a perverse sort of pleasure in being your own mom. Which is my gift to you, Tim. You see, I attached a small part of your brain to hers, which will act as a receiver. Something that I learned while working on an experimental mind control project for the military. Allowing you at a thought to override her cerebrum with your own electric impulses and basically become her. Meaning that, whenever you want to, you can be a girl. A woman. Isn't that great?"
It was. And yet... it wasn't. Everything up to and after the mention of your mom sounding super awesome, but that particular part definitely did not. Having absolutely no desire whatsoever to actually be her. That was... It was just gross! Having no idea what twisted part of your subconscious had conjured that particular detail. It very much turning you off. Wishing now that this dream would end.
Getting your wish granted when, Dr. Kerry gave you a gentle pat on your shoulder and said, "I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with it once you get out of here. Just promise me that it will remain our little secret. No one else can ever know."
Wanting to tell him to "Fuck off!" and that he wasn't real, but finding yourself groaning uselessly instead. Your face having gone completely numb.
"That a boy," Kerry responded. Taking this as an agreement (which it most definitely was not). His hand moving back towards the IV drip then. "Now you get some rest. I have a feeling your going to need it."
The whole world going fuzzy as he began to chuckle. Much like it had the last time. Leaving you with one final, rather horrifying thought. That... That was a dream wasn't it? You weren't only now going to sleep?
Sadly not getting an answer.
* * * *
When you next awoke, your previous encounter with Dr. Kerry (imagined or not) was all but forgotten. Especially as you were greeted by none other than your mom. Finding her sitting next to your bed, smiling warmly. Looking just as pleased to see you as you were her. The two of you almost immediately embracing. Exchanging your relief that you were both alright. Almost letting slip in the process that she looked "real good for someone who'd had their brain cut open". Seeing how she looked exactly the same as she always did. There being no scars to speak of. No bruises. No shaved head. Being 100% your mom.
"What is it? Are you okay?" she asked, on seeing you stutter. Having of course promised the two doctors that you wouldn't mention the true nature of her injuries or the surgery, even to her.
"Yeah. No, I'm... I'm fine," you told her. Really hating the fact that you had to lie. "I'm just amazed that we were both so lucky. It could have been a lot worse than a bump on the head."
To which your mother naively agreed. "That it certainly could have. Though I'm not about to start complaining. I'm just happy we getting to go home soon."
"We are?"
"Yeah. Dr. Kerry said that as soon as you were awake there was no reason to keep us in any longer. So that's good news."
"Uh... yuh-yeah. Definitely..." you said. The mention of Dr. Kerry's name bringing with it a flashback to that weird ass conversation. Zoning out as you recalled what he'd said about you being able to control her body. Your eyes honing in on her soft and loving face as you did. With her sparkling green eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. A face that you knew almost as well as your own. The doctor having called her attractive, and you guessed she was kind of pretty, in a mommsy sort of way (not that you'd ever admit this out loud). Your gaze continuing southward then as you remembered what else he'd said. About her chest. Which wasn't an area you ever really dwelt on truth be told. But even beneath the unflattering green hospital gown she was currently wearing, there was no disguising the fact that she really did have a massive rack. It being the most noticeable thing about her. Putting even your exceptionally busty History teacher to shame. Finding yourself thinking now, Wow... Those things really are big! Which, as her son, wasn't the kind of thing you wanted to be thinking about at all.
Instantly pulling your eyes away and shaking away the thought, you felt a shiver run down your spine. She was your mom for God sake. YOUR mom. Looking at her in that way was all kinds of wrong. Cursing that stupid dream... hallucination... whatever it was. Certain now that when you next saw Dr. Kerry, you'd be assured that whatever interaction you'd thought you'd had with him had definitely not been real.
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