New Life

by Lisa Rose

 

The window is letting sun's rays slowly peep in. I try to roll onto my side to hear the birds chirping, but I found that I did not move despite my usual exertion. Glancing down showed the bandages on the chest and bottom. Just then nurse walked in and told that everything is fine but I need to take some rest after drinking some more juices.

That night was terrible as I had the extreme urge to pee, but was all the way numb below to do anything about it. Had to wait long time until nurse came in and said it is taken care of and I have few more days until I have to do it myself. What was terrible became a routine for long 5 days. No feeling whatsoever on my bottom and chest.

Finally the day arrived. The nurse let go the bandages on chest first and told me that my breasts are tender. What "breasts"? I cannot even see them! She told that they would grow in time but I need to make sure the nipples are not overly pressed. She had me wear a padded, soft nice warm and white bra that snugly fitted. Then she told me that she is going to remove the bottom bandage- and I felt uncomfortable. She said its going to be okay as I am also going to be like her! "Like her"- those words had a tinge of sweetness and closeness I never felt before. And it took almost 15 minutes for her to do it, but I could feel vague discomfort down at the bottom. She said, I need couple of weeks to heal, but to take pain killers and especially be careful when I use toilet, so as not to put pressure on them even when I touch. I asked is it going to be this bad all the time-and she said that it is going to get so better so fast that before long I can walk-in into this hospital for delivering my own baby. My head was spinning-amazing at this technology of genetic-surgery that essentially transformed me into a woman- atleast thats what they claim. I have to feel it to see it happen.

For the first time, I began to sit and pee and then wipe myself carefully. Each day I notice my breasts slowly beginning to pout and my pain decrease on the bottom. And amazingly in a week, I was feeling like this is the way that I really am and not feel any discomfort or pain. I began to wear bra routinely, although I had to learn the art of hooking and unhooking patiently. And everytime I go to restroom, I had to make myself sit before I start peeing and then make sure I wipe it.

And these are the big changes that I wrought I thought. No way. I had to start to get up atleast an hour early every day to make sure I have time to do my makeup, pick the attire and dress. And I am no longer able to make fast strides while I walk- and I am noticing the increasing sway in my hips when I walk with heels limiting the speed at which I comfortably walk. And then the day came, when I spotted staining- my first period. It was the colorful reminder of my transitioning into a fully developed woman. First five days, my mind was so chaotic, but atleast I survived thanks to the advance preparation at the clinic.

My breasts are already need 32B bra and I walk-in to women restroom with the sight of mens restroom bringing me long memory of how I revelled to be woman. I laugh and other women not knowing why I laughed, smile at me too and I feel so closely bonded with women folk who are so personable in restrooms.

Before long, I was even getting feelings of attraction towards men-and with each day the emotions became not just frequent but felt natural too. Also the stares of men at my cleavages and whenever I brush my hair, made me feel something specially powerful as never before. [To be continued if demand exists]

 

 

 

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