Jane Doe

by

Jean M. Chambers

 

Terry took a deep breath, pulled the front door to Dr. Janice Kidman’s office open, and stepped inside. His heels clicked on the polished tile floor of the small lobby. The receptionist smiled as he approached her desk.

"I’m here to see Dr. Janice Kidman." He said softly.

"Please, have a seat and I’ll let her know you are here." She smiled again.

Terry sauntered over to a brown leather, over stuffed sofa in the center of the floor and sat down to wait. He sank deep into the soft sofa cushions and tugged his short skirt back down, and picked up a Woman’s Day magazine that was laying on the side table. The four inch heels, short skirt, and low sofa made it hard to sit like a lady. He was amazed what women put up with just to look pretty. Just the thought of putting on women’s under things made him sick, but there he sat, dressed to the nines as a woman. If that was the only way to get at Janice, then it was a small sacrifice.

"Hello, I’m Dr. Kidman" a voice startled him.

He struggled out of the embrace of the sofa and stood to face the pretty blonde, doctor standing in front of him. Doctor Kidman smiled easily. He touched his own long, blond hair, as if primping. Her smile slowly turned cold and angry as she recognized him. Terry reveled in her anger, but she surprised him as her easy smile slowly returned.

"Terry! It is so good to see you." she said pleasantly, "Let’s go into my office where we can talk in private."

 

Their divorce was a bitter one. She had caught him in bed with another woman. Tracy Chin, was her name. A petite little Chinese sex pot from his office. After the divorce he swore he would harass her until she died. She got a court order for him to cease and desist, but he resorted to dressing as a woman to harass her so no one would be able to recognize him. He followed the doctor down the hall and into her private office, closing the door gently behind them. She stood for a moment, leaning against the closed door. Her face was red with anger.

"What the hell do you think you are doing coming here dressed like that? Are you insane? Why do you keep harassing me like this? We are through. Finished. Divorced! I’ve worked hard to build a reputation and I won’t let you ruin it."

 

"You could at least tell me I had nice legs or something." he smirked, "You’re just jealous because I’m prettier than you are."

"No, you’re not!" she spat through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I am" he said smugly, "Look at yourself. You’re so… so plain. Do something with your hair for God’s sake. Get a face lift."

Looks were something she took very personally. Her looks were everything to her. To have a guy, dressed like a woman, telling her he was prettier pissed her off and he knew it. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t a cross dresser. He wasn’t a Transsexual. He was straight as an arrow. Well, congratulations. He succeeded in pissing her off. His remarks cut her to the bone and pushed her past the point of self control.

"You like to dress like a woman?" she asked, crossing the room and opening a small cabinet, "You want to be pretty? Okay! How about this…"

She spun around and jabbed him in the arm with a needle. Her lips formed a wicked, cold, smile. Terry tried to jump away but it was too slow. Darkness closed in on his vision. It seemed as if Janice’s voice was getting farther away as he slipped into a black hole.

"You’ve come to the right place, mister," she continued, "because I can do that. I can do that and a whole lot more!"

 

Janice pulled her ex-husband through a doorway to her private operating room. She used it for outpatient surgery, but it would do. She had everything she needed there. It was a struggle getting Terry onto the table, but she did it. She quickly stripped off his clothes and shaved his body clean of hair. Minutes later she had him prepped him for surgery and an IV drip attached to his arm. Pretty? If he wanted to be pretty, so be it, she would make him pretty. It would be a living hell for him. He always prided himself on being so macho. Making him pretty wouldn’t be hard to do, considering his handsome facial structure and lack of facial hair. She would arch his eyebrows, lower the bridge of his nose, slim his jaw line, and put an insert into his upper lip to give him a pouty look. Then, last but not least, tighten the skin at his temples to pull his eye lids up and out for an oriental look. Yeah. He was a sucker for Oriental women. Now all he would have to do was look in a mirror to admire one. The simple changes would dramatically alter his appearance. An hour later she was finished and stood, admiring her handy work. She wasn’t satisfied. An evil smile crossed her lips. Why not, she asked her self. He wants to be a woman. So be it. She went to a small cabinet and took out a box of thirty eight, C, saline breast inserts. Twenty minutes later, Terry had a bust any man would drool over. She snickered to herself. Terry always was a breast man. He definitely won’t like wearing a bra every day, but at least he’ll fill out his dresses nicely.

 

It was late. The staff had gone home and the office was quiet. Janice sat over a cup of coffee in her office. She was having so much fun surgically changing her ex-husband into a pretty female that she failed to consider the consequences of her revenge driven actions. Now she did. It was certain she would end up on the front page and in prison for what she had done, even though it pleased her envisioning Terry enduring life as a lowly female. Something which he considered beneath him. Unless… Unless nobody believed he was who he said he was. She quickly went back into her operating room, put on another pair of latex gloves and went back to work. A couple hours later she was finished. Sexual reassignment surgery was a lot of work for one person, but she had done it. As a finishing touch she surgically removed Terry’s finger prints. Good by Terry, hello Jane Doe. Now all she had to do was get rid of the body and what better place than St Andrews Hospital. She loaded Terry into her car, after changing into one of her employee’s spare nurse’s uniforms, and drove to the emergency room parking lot. She found several vacant wheelchairs just inside the emergency room entrance. No one paid any attention to the nurse pushing the chair out to her car in the parking lot. She slid the sleeping Terry into the chair, pushed him back into the emergency room waiting area, and left him there. Sooner or later someone would find him.

 

She thought that was a fitting end for such a bastard. Janice giggled as she drove away. She would give a thousand dollars to see the expression on Terry’s face when she woke up. Her story would be so unbelievable that everyone would just think she was crazy. Without fingerprints, she wouldn’t be able to prove her identity. The hospital would treat Terry as any other abandoned Jane Doe. They would call in women’s health services, give her minimal care, and release her in a few days after her wounds had healed.

 

 

 

*********************************************
© 2002 by Jean M. Chambers. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, compilation design) may printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without express written consent of the copyright holder.