Feeling light-headed and overwhelmed. You knew you'd survive the procedure, and potentially you'd end up a woman depending what body was available. The feeling of your chest rising and falling was unsettling, and very visible, as you stood there. Unsteadily balancing on your feet. The new centre of balance making you thrust out your ass and chest. Certainly they both made you feel very much on display.
Behind you, the monitors slowly rose in pitch as they monitored your heart rate, blood pressure, and other functions. Surely the medical team must be aware you're awake by now. Half-stumbling, you step back towards the bed, needing a seat, you sit back on the edge of the bed.
It's another reminder of your new body, as you feel it's expansive weight squish beneath you. As if summoned by your thoughts, a nurse enters the room. A mix of concern and consternation on her face. She guides you back into bed, as she checks your responses, and has a barrage of questions to ensure you know who you are, and where you are...
It's only at the end that you realise you're both speaking fluently in Spanish. Asking her about that, you confess to managing a good level of Spanish an University, but not this fluency. She pats your shoulder, reassuring you. "Some things stay with a body, certain instincts, and language seems to be one."
She appears a little surprised, and confesses she only expected some mannerisms to come with this body, not her original language.
"Welcome to womanhood." she says with a smile.
"It feels like a crash course, and rather intensive." you answer in Spanish. Your hands gesturing to your sumptuous new bust, and everything that comes with it...
"We found .... Well, your former wife found out about the procedure, and so... you have a visitor."
Not sure how to react, you smile, nod and ask for her to be invited in.