My sister came to pick me up at the salon, as she sat outsdide on her phone in her car I tapped on the window, she lowered the window and said, “Im just waiting for someone can I help you” I changed to my Brian voice and said,
“Wanna go to a party?”
I looked at her, she was in shock, “Brian is that you” she said,
“No actually its Brianna, now open this door im freezing in this skirt”
We set off and she almost hit a car coming the other way, I was thinking how weird it would that have been, just coming from the salon, and how would I explain myself at the hospital, “You look fantastic Brian, I mean Brianna” she said.
I told her about the woman at the salon and how she had been in an accident caused by her being harrassed while driving a car, and about her face being disfigured. I had been given a gift to make right what was happening to women world wide I was going to expose men for what they really were, just power hungry pigs.
“Ok calm down Emily,” said Diana
“Emily? who is Emily?” I said.
“You call yourself a woman and you dont know who Emily Pankhurst was, well for your information she was the leader of the womens suffragette movement.”
I had only been a woman for a short while, but it was obvious I had a lot to learn.
We drove through the streets of the city and parked in a building underground I didnt recognize, my sister turned to me and said, “Your not the only one to have undergone a makeover, wait till you see the apartment your boss has set up for you”
As we entered the building I said to my sister, “Why is everyone staring at us?”
“I hate to tell you this Bro but your a looker, you better get used to the attention”
I could feel the eyes on me, it was a new experience, Diana used the electronic key to open the door to the apartment, Let me tell you, I wasnt ready for what I saw.
“Diana led me in, “Ok this is the living room, dont you just love what they have done?” She said.
I was speechless, I was just about to say that a girl could get used to this, but I didnt get the chance, the phone rang it was P.J. “So do you like it,” he asked “Hey they did a great job on your face Brian,” I was shocked he could see me, “Oh sorry I forgot to tell you, the room is wired for audio and video just incase you have to bring someone back to your place, I hope thats ok”
I didnt like it but yes that made sense.
“There isnt a camera in your dressing area or bathroom, just so you know,
Im not that kinky” he said, “Ok im going to leave you and your sister for now and let you get some sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow, Ive put her in charge, like a P.A. so do what she says and we can get this ball rolling, I have subjects ready for you”
The next morning was intense, shopping for new clothes, hats, coats, boots, shoes, makeup, a whole wardrobe, all sent to my new apartment, and all paid for by the newspaper, by the afternoon I was shattered, Diana said there was just one more place to go and I could relax then, that sounded delicious to my aching feet, when we arrived, it looked like my apartment, all white, we were led to a waiting room, then a doctor came in the room,
“Why would a doctor be there?” I thought
This is Doctor Pierce, he is going to help you with the rest of your transition said Diana, I was almost dead on my feet and didnt catch most of what he was saying but Diana was there and she was in charge wasnt she? so things should be ok
Let me tell you “Should” is a very big word, things “Should” have been ok but It couldnt be further from the truth, I woke up three days later when they came to take the bandages off from my chest and groin area, I started freaking out so much that I had to be sedated, Diana started to tell be what I had undergone, saying,
“But you told P.J you would do whatever it took to put these pigs in jail”
I thought you and him had agreed to the changes?
I was still sedated, and told her that I had never agreeed to losing my manhood”
My voice sounded like I was in a tank full of water, (I found out later that my vocal chords had been shortened) Diana assured me that I still had my manhood but it was surgically stitched and glued between my legs, and that I would have to sit down to pee but when the stitches were removed it would pop right back, but right now it was covered by a prosthetic vagina, which was also stitched and glued in place.
“The good news is,” she said, You wont have a period”
“Thats the good news Diana, really?” I said
As crazy as that sounded I asked her,
“What about these? are they real” as I point to my now ample chest.
She started to sound very sheepish now like I had caught her out in a bad prank,
“They are just implants and can be removed at any time”
”At any time,? but you mean with the help of a surgeon, not just pop them out at bedtime kind of removed?”
“Yes” she answered again sheepishly
I loved the way I looked but I thought P.J. had gone to far.