The Perfect Matron

by Dave Hicks

 

Chapter 4

 

1

 

That evening, when Katherine and I were alone, she asked me a question.

"Why did you tell Grace you’d help her kill people?" she asked.

"Grace is full of hate," I replied softly. "Who wouldn’t be, after what she’s been through. Handled properly, I can channel her loathing in a constructive way - into our fight against slavery. On the brighter side, it gives her something to hang onto, for the time you have operate on her and when she tries to get strong again."

Katherine gazed at me, then smiled.

"You’re a psychologist, aren’t you?" she stated. "And a good one."

"Not really," I smiled. "I’ve learnt a little about the darker side of human nature, in my travels."

"We’ve all been psychologically scared," Katherine said. "To some degree."

"I know," I answered. "But hopefully - as a group - they can help each other recover from that."

"You’re a wonderful man," her eyes glistening with the outset of tears.

"Tell me about the Karalan rules for owning slaves," I asked her, changing the subject.

"It’s a little complicated," she replied, wiping her eyes. "As you know, all slaves are sterilized and can no longer have children."

"Okay so far," I smiled.

"Okay," she sighed, counting on her fingers. "The church as an organization doesn’t own slaves. But because they’re sterile, the church will allow Karalan men to own slaves. But not the women. If a Karalan man has sex with his slave - or any other woman than his wife - the Karalan religion proclaims he must be punished."

"How?"

"This is the bit I didn’t wasn’t too sure about telling you," she answered.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because," she answered unsurely. "When he’s caught having sex with someone else, one of the things the founders of the Karalan decreed was; he’d be given a pair of breasts - to make him unattractive to women. Depending on the severity of the crime, the Synod can order him to wear woman’s clothing too or even made to look like a woman."

I thought for a moment.

"I’m starting to realize something," I said. "When people see my breasts, they all think I was unfaithful to you. That’s why they don’t say anything about it. That’s why the woman in the bra shop was so nice to me. Is that true?"

"Yes," she replied. "I imagine so."

Katherine laughed.

"But the silly thing is," she went on to explain, "in reality - it has the opposite effect. Breasts make a man all the more desirable to women, because they know he can be tempted. Secretly, most women sympathize with you. What man would want to be married to an infertile, fat, ugly old bag like me anyway? Who’d blame you for being unfaithful? They just think it’s bad luck you got caught - that’s all."

"But that’s not fair," I said indignantly. "You’re not fat or ugly. And I resent them thinking that about the woman I love."

"I don’t really care what they think about me," she replied. "Not that much. I’ve been fat and ugly all my life. Even the changes Judith made to my face, didn’t change things that much. It does give you an excuse for having breasts - doesn’t it?"

"I suppose so." I replied. "Only now I’m confused."

"What about?"

"You told me before, that Karalan women only get pregnant the old fashioned way By having sex. No artificial insemination."

She nodded.

"And they only have sex with Karalan men."

She nodded again and smiled.

"So how in hell, was I supposed to have sex with all of them and father their children, without being unfaithful."

"Because," she laughed, "if you were to father someone else’s children the Karalan way - you’d be doing it with a woman selected by the church, in front of a lot of people from the church watching you do it - including me. It wouldn’t be in private and in secret. That’s the difference."

"Oh," I said. "All those woman watching me?"

"Yes," she replied firmly.

I thought for a moment.

"You like me with breasts, don’t you?" I asked.

"Yes!" she cried. "Absolutely! I love you with them. They’re very sexy and attractive."

"Then, it’s not much of a punishment for me to have breasts, is it?" I remarked.

"Not in our case," she smiled. "As long as you don’t mind having them."

"No, I said. "I've really got to like them now."

"Good," she smiled broadly.

"Is that why that other Karalan man ignored me?" I asked.

"It probably is," she answered, with a grin. "He’s afraid someone will catch him playing around too. Then he’d end up with breasts like you."

"What else does the Synod do to these wayward husbands?" I asked. "Do they castrate and torture them. Or something equally as gruesome?"

"They can," she responded. "But castration would be a waste of good stud material. Usually, the Synod decides simply to make their breasts bigger each time."

"No wonder men don’t like marrying Karalan women," I laughed. "If a man just couldn’t keep his penis in his pants, he could end up pair like Beth’s got."

"That’s sick," she replied, but with a smile. "You’ve got a strange sense of humor, at times, David.."

"I know," I smiled.

 

2

 

Early next morning, I assisted as Katherine’s theater sister, while she removed Beth’s mountainous breasts. By the middle of the day, Beth was out of bed and energetically taking over the kitchen, with only minimal discomfort. I was surprised at the speed of Beth’s recovery. I didn’t think having such great lumps of breast removed would be such a straightforward operation. I asked Katherine about it.

"The operating theater I have plays a large part," she informed me, with pride. "It's the best there is. And to have such a fantastic lab right beside it, where we can grow parts of the patient from their DNA, while I’m removing other parts. Just like we did with did with Beth’s skin grafts this morning. It’s a surgeon’s dream come true. There’d be very few places in the world that could do what we’re doing - at least as well as we do it."

"That’s great," I smile, sharing her enthusiasm.

"You’re a wonderful help too, don’t forget that," she smiled. "You’re a natural born theater sister. I watch the way you handled the anesthesia. Ha - I’ve done a little nursing - he said. I’ve worked with some the best theater nurses around - with years of experience - who aren’t a patch on you.

"Now you’re embarrassing me," I said, with mock shyness.

"You certainly are a man of mystery," she said, shaking her head. "I wish you’d tell me what you did all those years you spent in space. I love to know."

I changed the subject.

"Are you happy?" I asked her.

She hugged me.

"Oh yes," she said softly. "It’s wonderful what’s happening. I still have trouble believing it sometimes. Everything’s happening so quickly, my tiny brain is having trouble catching up with reality, at times."

 

3

 

With Beth doing the cooking, Katherine was able to devote more time to her lab work. Angela was happy to assist looking after Grace and help Beth around the place. Within a short period of time - thanks to Angela - there wasn’t one leaky tap, stuck window or squeaky door, in the whole place.

I arranged a computer for Grace that swung out over her bed. She could operate it comfortably by holding a light-beam stylus held in her mouth. Her agile young mind took to the computer with the enthusiasm of a banker foreclosing on a defaulting mortgage. It was exactly what she needed to keep her occupied.

"I’ve got quite few boxes that need picking up from the depot," Katherine informed me.

"What’s in them?" I asked.

"Clothes," she laughed. "Those women have nothing to wear."

"Right," I smiled. "I forgot about that."

"And there are some other boxes with more equipment," she added. "Please don’t drop a block of concrete on them - if you can possibly avoid it. And don’t forget to put you ring in."

"Yes, oh bossy wife," I ginned, saluting her. "I had a sergeant like you in the army."

She thrust her mighty bosom toward me.

"Not like me, you didn’t," she laughed.

"True," I laughed in return. "Keep them warm for me, while I'm gone."

"I will."

 

4

 

A week later, the hospital and a few houses were connected to the newly installed power and waste treatment facilities. We moved the ward and operating theater out of the main house to the hospital. The vacant ward left us with a large room which Katherine decided was to become our new bedroom. I figured it gave her an excuse to fulfill her primary feminine urge for decoration and furniture rearrangement - and left her to it. Beth and Angela decided to share one of the new houses together. Grace liked the new ward because she now had a view of the lake, from her bed. In general, everyone seemed to be happy - for the time being. Overall, things seemed to be going pretty well - and that’s always a bad sign.

I received an official looking letter from the government. My marriage to Katherine had be officially recognized. It meant the false identity Judith had given her, withstood investigation. That was the good news. The worrying part of it was; the marriage was registered as non-complimentary gender. That meant they considered me to be a woman and my birth records had been updated accordingly. A cursory search of the government database didn’t reveal the reason. I decided to talk to Katherine about it.

"I’m officially a woman," I announced to Katherine, while she was busy in her lab, examining samples. "They’ve even changed my birth records."

"That’s nice dear," she replied, not really hearing what I’d said.

"Did you listen to what I just said?" I asked her.

She raised her head from the display and looked at me.

"Sorry sweetheart," she smiled. "I didn’t hear what you said before. What was it?"

I paused.

"I said," I repeated, followed by a pause. "I’m officially a woman. I’ve received a letter from the authorities. They’ve approved our marriage and altered my birth records, to say I'm a woman now. Anyone looking up the birth register will know I'm a woman."

She appeared a little mystified.

"But you are," she remarked, breaking into a smile. "And that’s good news about our marriage."

"I know I’m a woman," I replied, "but how did the government find out?"

"From your hospital records - I’d say," she replied. "It’s standard practice for hospitals to notify the authorities, in cases like yours."

"What hospital?"

"The one where you where treated for radiation sickness - all those years ago. The authorities must be informed of any genetic changes - for personal identification. It’s the law."

"Oh," I said.

She smiled.

"Look on the bright side," she commented. "You’ve got an excuse now, for not fathering the next generation of Karalan children.
"I didn’t know about the hospital telling the government," I said, with some uncertainty. "I didn’t even know about it myself, until you told me."

"Is it a problem?" she asked kindly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I need to think about it some more."

"Fine," she smiled, turning back to her display. "I'm here if you need me."

"Thanks."

 

5

 

In a way, Katherine was right. After a little investigation I discovered, being a woman didn’t change my right to; get married, own slaves, control a company or own property. All that stayed the same. The problem was of a more personal nature.

"I don’t know whether I should be a man with breasts or a woman with a penis?" I told Katherine. "That’s the part I’m was having the most trouble with. I don’t seem to know what I am."

"Can I help?" she asked.

"Can you make me look more like a woman?" I asked her.

"Sure I can," she smiled. "Easily. I can make you look like anything you want."

"I guess, it doesn’t make sense being a woman and looking like a male,"

"That’s up to you," she answered. "It has to be your decision. I’ll do anything I can to help."

"How would you feel about me, if I looked like a woman?"

"I’ll always love you - no matter what you look like," she assured me.

I thought for a moment.

"What about my penis?" I asked her.

"You could keep it," she said. "But there’s other ways for us satisfy each other."

"So what would be involved?"

"I could change you face," she suggested. "Redo your jaw, cheeks, lips, eyes and nose. Make the lines softer. Alter you figure to make it more rounded. Enlarge certain areas - particularly you breasts, nipples, hips, buttocks and thighs. I can make you hands and feet a little smaller, lengthen you legs, change you voice, remove your testes and penis, give you a vagina and grow horns on your head. With the range of synthetic hormones available these day and the theater we’ve got, I can do just about anything you want. Even with your crazy genetic structure, there shouldn’t be any problems."

"So what should I get changed?" I asked.

"Why not change the lot?" she asked. "Get it all over and done with in one hit. It’s a lot easier that way."

"And how long would it take," I asked. "To do the lot - all of it. Everything you mentioned."

"About a week," she replied. "But you’d be unconscious the whole time."

I considered what she’d said for a brief period.

"I don’t know if I want to go quite that far," I remarked.

"Fine," she smiled. "Just tell me what you’d like and when you’d like it. I’ll do it."

"Thanks," I said.

Later I asked Katherine more questions.

"How will the people at church handle it?" I asked.

"Handle what?"

"Me looking like a woman," I said.

"I can’t see any big problems," she replied. "Does it really matter. There’s a chance they’d assume you’re being punished again for being unfaithful. After all - we’ve only recently appeared before the Synod. What happens before them is strictly confidential. I’m sure most people would be happy to fill in all the facts for themselves. I doubt most of them would worry too much - we donate too much money to the church, for them to want to upset us."

"And about you owning slaves," I mentioned to her. "When we get more, in the future."

"Please don’t ask me to do it," she said, a little unsurely. "After what I've been through, I don’t think I could bring myself to do that. Also, remember the church forbids women owning slaves. It would put my new identity to greater risk of exposure too."

"That’s what I thought," I replied. "So how will the church view my owning slaves, now I'm a woman?"

"It won’t be a problem," she smiled.

"Why won’t it be a problem?"

"Because you were a man when you married me," she smiled.

I laughed and shook my head.

"What’s so funny?" she grinned, seeing my bewilderment.

"The more I find out about the Karalan religion," I remarked, with a smile, "the less I understand it."

"It’s quite simple," she explained. "You were a man - except you were secretly a woman - when you married me. The government only updated your birth records after you married me. Therefore, in the eyes of the church, I’m still the official woman in the marriage. If they let you be an official woman too - even though you really are one anyway - then I couldn’t boss you around all the time - could I? We can’t have men becoming women, just so their women can’t order them about - can we? It wouldn’t be right."

"Right," I replied unsurely.

"Good," she smiled happily, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad I sorted all that out for you."

"Sure," I replied.

 

6

 

"Try this on," Katherine suggested.

It was a white dress - a nurse’s uniform.

"Where did you get it?" I asked.

"I ordered it a few days ago," she smiled. "Along with a heap of other stuff for you."

"You knew this would happen?" I asked. "Didn’t you."

"I guessed," she laughed. "You’ve been thoughtful of late. I figured it might have something to do with you being a woman."

I sighed.

"You’re a smart wife, Katherine," I said.

"All the more reason to hang on to me," she laughed.

I slipped the dress over my head. She fussed over me, to check the fit then stood back to look at me.

"How do I look?" I asked.

"Pretty good," she remarked, with a satisfied smile, "Once I change a few things, here and there - you’re going to look even better. Now try on the other stuff I got you."

 

7

 

Katherine, Beth, Angela and I sat in the hospital staff coffee room.

"I don’t look silly dressed like this, do I?" I asked them.

"I told him he looked pretty good," Katherine said to Beth and Angela. "He’s still worried about it."

"He does look nice," smiled Beth. "It’s a lovely uniform. It makes him look very crisp and efficient looking. Just the way I'd always imagined a Matron to look."

"I’ll have to do something with his hair and makeup," remarked Angela.

"I thought you were into fixing machinery," I smiled to her.

"That too," she laughed.

"I’m ordering uniforms for both of you," Katherine announced to Beth and Angela. "You’ll have to give me some idea what you’d like."

"Wonderful," they responded.

"I figured," Katherine said, "if we’re going to run a hospital properly, we might start looking like we at least belong here."

"I agree," nodded Beth.

"I want one too," Grace’s voice called out through the speaker on the table.

"Sure Grace," Katherine replied. "What sort of job will you be doing?"

"You’re going to need someone to run your office for you," Grace replied. "Aren’t you? The way David’s got some of these records organized, you’d need the patience of a tax fraud investigator to find anything."

"My records are well organized," I addressed the speaker, with a laugh, winking to Katherine.

"Dream on," Grace replied. "They are a mess. It’s no good living in denial."

"Think of some design you’d like" Katherine smiled.

"I already have," said Grace. "The printout waiting for one of you people to pick it up from my computer."

 

8

 

Grace had her newly grown right arm attached. It would take her a little while to have a full coordinated use of it but right from the start, she was happily using it to operate her computer. I was still growing her second arm in a vat. Once the arms were done, I could start on her legs.

On the same day, Beth received her new breasts.

"They seem pretty big," I said to her, "I thought you wanted small breasts."

I’d noticed how large they’d become, when I was tending them in the growth tank. Beth is a plump woman, so they looked pretty natural. Quite attractive really.

"I wouldn’t want to be flat chested," she replied, with a smile, running her hands proudly over her chest. "Unlike you David, I've always had a nice big bosom. Even before they started messing around with me."

"Thanks a lot, Beth," I said, pretending my feelings were hurt and adding; "Now I'm flat chested."

She gave me a kind smile.

"I’ve been thinking of letting Katherine change the way I look," I informed her.

"Why don’t you?" Beth asked. "That would be nice for you. Everyone else is getting it done.

"That’s true," I replied thoughtfully.

"It would be nice for you," she added.

I couldn’t help liking Beth. She’s a gentle, motherly creature at heart. The sort of woman that ends up everyone’s mother. Nice.

Angela did her best with my makeup and hair.

"That’s about the best I can do, I’m afraid," she remarked, not entirely happy with the results. "I’m no expert in these matters. Although, the hair seems to have turned out okay."

I went to give Grace a body wash and a walk outside.

"How do I look?" I asked her.

"There’s only so much anyone can do with cosmetics," she replied, with her usual bluntness. "You can’t blame Angela. I’m sure she did her best. She’s much better with spanners and things."

"It’s a bloody conspiracy," I responded, getting Grace’s wash ready.

"What is?"

"All you women are scheming to get Katherine change me,"

"Face it," remarked Grace. "It can’t do you any harm. You look pretty ugly the way you are."

I looked at her.

"Do you have any tact at all?" I asked, making sure the water I was pouring in the bowl for her wash, was a cold and uncomfortable as possible.

"Suit yourself," she replied.

Typical teenager, I decided. Let Katherine give me the full treatment. I couldn’t go on, not being one thing or the other.

 

9

 

When I awoke after the week, I certainly looked different. There was no mistaking me for a man anymore. I was beautiful. More than that - was ravishing, exquisite, heavenly - all those descriptions and more. I had the face and body of a goddess. Any casting agent for the movies, would’ve gladly given up their first born child - just to have me on their stud books.

"What do you think?" Katherine asked me, as I stood naked before the mirror.

"What can I say?" I replied, turning to examine myself. "I’m one hell of a work of art - aren’t I. How is it possible? You’re a genius. I’m truly magnificent. I’d give a corpse an erection. It’s totally unbelievable. There’s no way Beth’s going to call me flat chested now."

"I’m glad you like it," she beamed proudly at me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"You’re in the wrong business," I told her. "You could make a fortune doing this to people."

"Never," she said firmly. "Only ever you. The rest of them can stay as fat and plain looking as I am."

I sat next to her on the bed.

"I don’t think you’re fat and plain looking," I said to her quietly, holding her around the shoulders. "It’s what’s inside that counts too you know."

She kissed me on the cheek.

"You a sweet man," she replied, then laughed. "Sorry about that - force of habit. What I meant was - you’re a sweet woman."

"I love you, Katherine," I said quietly.

"I love you too, David," she whispered in reply. "So very, very much."

She held me tightly and started sobbing.

 

10

 

"I’m still coming to terms with how different I look," I remarked to Katherine as we undressed for bed.

"Well," she smiled. "Don’t be too quick to give me all the credit for it."

I sat next to her in bed.

"I don’t understand," I said.

"Your strange genetic structure had as much to do with the way you look as I did."

She could see I didn’t comprehend. She cuddled closer to me.

"Put it this way, my love," she explained. "If you’d been born with the genetic structure you have now - that’s since the radiation accident - you’d look pretty much the way you do. I didn’t have much work to do on you at all, to get you to look beautiful. Genetically, you were already a heart wrenchingly, awe inspiring woman. Most of what I did was, just let your genes take control and watch it happen."

We stroked each other’s breasts. Later, I discovered Katherine had been right - there were other ways for us satisfy each other.

 

11

 

"We’ve got company coming," Grace, our two armed, legless Administrator, yelled out from her office.

"Who?" I asked Grace.

"The merchants of doom, crap and bullshit, Matron," she replied gloomily. "From the government."

"What do they want, Grace?" inquired Katherine, as we joined her.

"They want to talk to you, doctor," replied Grace dourly, then giving Katherine a sympathetic smile. "Since you’re the Director of the hospital, I imagine they want to make your life as miserable as possible. No doubt, they’ve got to do something to justify their existence."

"How did I get to be the Director?" Katherine asked.

"You are the doctor, Katherine," Grace replied, waving a hand towards a page issuing from her computer. "Surely we don’t want a mere nurse to be Director, do we?"

"I suppose not," said Katherine doubtfully.

"It’s all there, doctor," Grace said. "Read it and weep."

Katherine picked up the sheet and started examining.

"Medical inspectors," Katherine announced.

"Is that bad?" I asked her.

"Apparently, they’ve discovered we’re running a hospital here," she explained, tapping the printout, with a finger. "Probably from the drugs and equipment we’ve bought. They feel it’s their sworn duty to make sure it’s all being done according to the countless regulations, only they could possibly know about, in any detail."

"Then it’s time to start putting a bra and presentable dress on Grace," I said to Katherine, giving Grace a mischievous smirk. "She can’t sit here in the reception area, anymore - with those cute little breasts exposed - like she normally does. Not with important visitors coming. It’s about time we started running this place like a real hospital."

"Says who?" Grace responded glumly. "You bossy bitch."

"Who is?" I asked.

"Just because you’ve got tits like boulders, the face of an angel, wasp waist and legs up to your armpits," Grace pretended to complain, "you think you run this place. It’s we clerks who are the real heroes of this house of horrors. Not you medical people."

"My tits aren’t as hard as rocks."

"They’d have to be to stick out like that," she replied, with a sneer.

"Says who?" I responded. "I wonder if your clerical mind would know the difference between a bed roll and a toilet roll. Which reminds me - we need more toilet rolls."

"Get them yourself," Grace giggled. "If you’ve learnt to read and write yet."

"At least blondes have more fun," I sneered.

"Says who?" she retorted. "How can they ever know - unless their friends tell them? They’ve got no brains of their own."

Katherine looked at us and smiled. She sensed Grace was beginning to come to terms with her previous painful experiences as a slave.

I checked the relevant government legislation on staffing a hospital. I was pleased to discover - as long as the Director was a real human, we could have as many anthro staff as we wanted. That suited me perfectly.

 

12

 

"I’ve found one!" Grace announced triumphantly, looking up from her computer.

"Where?" Katherine asked.

Grace gave the name of a slave dealer.

"Oh my," she exclaimed, after a few moments of reading the display. "That’s terrible."

"Bad?" I asked.

"Bloody bastards," Grace hissed venomously. "I hate all of them."

"I really think you should buy her, David," Katherine said, turning to me. "She has thousands of tiny lights embedded in her skin that make obscene words and pictures. It’s really disgusting."

"Send the deposit, Grace," I instructed her. "I’ll go get her."

"Done," she replied, pressing a few keys. "She’s ours now."

I kissed Katherine.

"Drive carefully," she smiled at me. "Don’t have an accident and mess up all my lovely good work."

"I will," I replied, nodding then shaking my head. "I mean - I won’t. Ugh… whatever."

"And change out of your uniform," she reminded me. "You look like some star out of a daytime hospital video show. No real life nurse could ever looked that good."

"I will," I called, as I left the office.

So much for a quiet life - fishing in the lake and maybe writing a book.

 

13

 

There was no mistaking the effect my looks were having on people, when I arrived in the city. Men were having fantasies and women gave me looks, ranging from envy to hatred. Two people even claimed they recognized me from my last movie. Heaven knows which one that might’ve been.

Before I collected Yvonne, I bought some clothes - nice ones. One thing I’d learnt very quickly - for nice; read expensive. So, I found the nicest place there was and bought an awful lot of nice clothes. And shoes, underwear and all the other nice clothes a woman needs, so she can just throw on any old thing, at a moments notice.

I contacted Judith to arrange a degree in medicine and chemistry for Katherine from some reputable but undistinguished university. With the government inspection team coming, it might be handy. I already had collected enough degrees to choke a horse - in just about everything - as part of my work in space.

I had no difficulty buying Yvonne. They didn’t care - as long as I had money and my identification passed a cursory inspection, they were happy. They dressed her in a full length jumpsuit that covered most of her body, to hide the lights. I wanted to take her shopping for clothes but with the images her body was displaying, I’d probably be arrested, if she removed the suit she was wearing.

During our journey from the city, I described to Yvonne her new home. She was delighted and seemed grateful.

When we arrived, the women made her feel welcome. Angela and Beth invited her to move into their home. It didn’t take Katherine long to locate the control module for the lights under Yvonne’s skin. I used my knowledge of electronics to reprogram it. That stopped the obscene messages scrolling all over her. Now, only the occasional wave of color would wash over her body. It would take Katherine a long time to individually remove each of the many thousands of tiny lights from Yvonne’s body. It may even prove to be impracticable to extract them.

 

14

 

Grace found another slave to be rescued called Paula. Like Grace had been, Paula was a sexual amputee. I paid the deposit and would collect her later but for the moment, I needed to spend a few hours alone - fishing or something. What Katherine had done to me hadn’t only affected my body. The various hormones she’d used, plus the ones now coursing through my bloodstream, had changed the way my mind and body worked. I had a lot to think about and adjustments to make to my life.

I sat by the lake, some distance from what was now our village and tried to put what had happened to me over the last few weeks, into some kind of perspective.

Very little had turned out the way I'd planned since first coming to Earth. I had visualized living out my days in the quiet solitude of the family property. Instead, I was a woman, owner of five slaves - with more to come - and the matron of my own private hospital. Life appears to be living up to its usual weirdness.

Strangely, I was beginning to enjoy my role as a nurse and Matron of the hospital. As Katherine said; I seemed to have a flair for it. Becoming completely feminine had only increased my willingness to care for others and assist with the rehabilitation of slaves. It had given me something worthwhile on which to focus my life.

My relationship with Katherine had grown stronger. I know she worries I will find another slave in preference to her, in the future. I don’t know how to allay her fears. Our more intimate moments had become more gentle and sensual in many ways, but equally as satisfying as before. It seemed - even more satisfying for her. Most of my slaves had a very poor opinion of men generally - it wouldn’t surprise me if Katherine shared their view. I didn’t think all that much of males myself.

I still felt guilty about the enormous breasts I'd given her. Although she put on a brave face, I knew the size and weight of her bosom was a problem for her.

In some ways, being matron of the hospital, I could hide from public view. Katherine seemed quite capable of performing the role of Director. She even appeared to enjoy it. I knew she’d be able to deal with the government inspectors when they arrived.

I wasn’t sure how the church would react to my new gender. Katherine didn’t seem too concerned about it. I knew the church was important to her. We’d discovered that Beth was also a member of the Karalan religion and had expressed a strong desire to accompany us to services.

I’d been reluctant to tell Katherine what I had done, during my years in space. Most of it was secret work and it would probably stay that way for a very long time. If I know governments and their propensity to admit nothing - especially the truth - little would ever emerge into public domain. Secrecy was a way of life for me.

Beth was a lovely, plump, maternal woman. She enjoyed cooking for everyone and cleaning up after them. Angela seemed happy maintaining the place, dressed in a pair of blue overalls, heavy boots and tool belt. Grace would take longer to recover but she was young and very determined. Considering all these woman had been through; they seemed to be managing things quite well.

My body was a source of concern to me. I’d never expected to be like this. It was going to take a little getting used to. The most simple habits of a lifetime, had to change - from the way I dressed to the simplest of things, like having a piss.

Still - when I looked at everything broadly - I suppose things had turned out okay.

 

 

 

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