Rejuvenation

by Jennifer White

 

Now that Rick Jackson had reached the age of 52, he knew that his best days were behind him. If he played basketball with the guys, he was the slowest on the court. And when he got home, his knees ached, and his back. He needed ibuprofen just to get some sleep that night.

But that wasn't the worst of it. He was dating Cindi, a woman 10 years younger than he was. But as of late, his sex drive was much lower, and he had difficulties maintaining an erection anymore. He used Viagra of course, but he hated the thought of needing a pill to be able to get it up in bed. He had been so virile in his youth! In college, he once had sex four times in the same day, with three different girls! But now he felt old and weak.

 

As Rick read the newspaper before going to work, he looked in the sports section, to see the scores from last night. And add caught his eye. It had a picture of a women, with a big smile on her face. She was in bed, obviously naked, with a strategically placed cover, so you couldn't see anything. She had that look that women got after they had an orgasm.

The ad read: "Sex for Life. Having problems with erections? Not satisfied with you sex drive? Tired of taking all those pills? Do you want to feel like a 30 year old again? Then call today. 1-800-555-1111"

 

Rick was intrigued. This sounded like what he needed. He circled the number in the add with a pen, and left the paper on his desk in the den. He could call them as soon as he got home from work.

* * *

 

That night, Rick called the toll free number, and mentioned the ad. A nice young lady on the phone named Mandy asked him several questions, like name, address, phone number, and so on.

"Now we'll get some medical history information Mr. Jackson" she said, asking him what medicines he was taking, what allergies he had, and so on.

"We just needed to make sure that you were a good candidate, and that nothing in your medical history would make you unsuitable for treatment" she said.

"So I'm okay?"

"Yes sir. You are fine. Now for a few last details. I know these will be slightly embarrassing, but you can be assured that anything you say will be held in strict confidence."

"All right" he replied.

"Very good. Now sir, you have problems with erections, isn't that correct?"

"Yes" he replied nervously. This was hard to discuss with a woman.

"And you'd like to never have to worry about erections again, right?"

"Yes, exactly!" he said.

"You also are not satisfied with how long you last in bed. You want to be able to make love for hours on end, correct?"

"You understand the problem" he said, relieved that they knew just what he was feeling.

"How about the recovery time? When you were young, you didn't have to wait very long in between love making sessions."

"Now I might not be able to get aroused for days afterwards" he said.

"So you'd like to be able to recover quickly, and be able to make love multiple times every day, is that correct?"

"Yes!" he said. They could do that? That was remarkable.

"How about size? If you had your wish, would you be small? Average? Large?"

"Very large. I like very large" he said.

"Very well sir. And one last question. You'd like to have a sex drive, like when you were 18 years old, constantly thinking of sex. Is that correct?"

"Oh yes" he said.

"Well sir, I am happy to report that our procedure will give you all of those things, and more. You will never have to worry about erections again. You will last as long as you want in bed. You'll be able to quickly recover, and make love again, many times a day if you so choose. You will be big, and you'll have a very strong sex drive."

"Sign me up!" he said enthusiastically.

"Yes sir. We have a local clinic, in Westville on Route 12. We know that there is a stigma with visiting a facility like this, so rather than walking into a place who's name says 'sexual dysfunction clinic', it is named the 'microsurgical reconstruction clinic'. That lets you walk right in, without having to worry about a friend or colleague seeing you, and feeling embarrassed."

"That's a great idea" replied Rick.

He made an appointment for Tuesday with the nice young lady, who gave him a confirmation number, and told him good luck.

* * *

 

When Tuesday finally came, Rick was very excited. He got in his Jaguar, and drive to Westville, down Route 12. He saw the Micorsurgial Reconstruction Clinic', and chuckled. People seeing him might think he was there for a nose job, or something like that. But it would be for something quite different!

He pulled into the parking lot, and walked in the front door. It was 8:00am, so he was the only person in the lobby. He signed in, and sat down to read Sports Illustrated, until his name was called.

A pretty nurse with cute narrow black frame glasses, and golden hair pinned up asked him to follow her.

"I'm Amy" she said.

"Rick. Rick Jackson" he replied.

"I know. I have your medical history right here" she said.

Ugh! He was trying to make a good impression on a pretty girl, but had just done something dumb. Oh well, she knew what he was here for. So she'd wouldn't be interested in him anyway. Until after the procedure, that is! He had better change the topic.

"I like how you use such a generic name for the clinic, so people don't know what it is."

"Oh yes Mr. Jackson. If we put our real name on the door, most men would feel very self conscious about visiting us. We find that this decreases the stigma, and makes it easier for men to go through with the procedure."

"You have a high success rate?"

"Oh yes. We've never lost a patient, and Dr. Stasny has a 100% success rate."

"Wonderful!" he replied. That was comforting to know.

Amy took him into a room with a hospital bed, along with a table and chairs. It looked like a private hospital room.

"Now Mr. Jackson, first we have some paperwork to complete. This form indicates that you know the risks of a procedure involving surgery, and agree to the standard terms and conditions."

He signed it without reading it.

"This form authorizes us to perform the procedure on you."

He signed it too.

"This one authorizes us to bill your insurance carrier. This one is a standard release waiver. This one is an authorization for prescription medications."

Sign, sign, sign.

"And last, this form needs to be signed in three places. It states that you understand what we are going to do to you, you authorize us for the procedure, and that you are doing this willingly."

He signed in three places. So much paperwork! Stupid medical system.

 

Dr. Stasny came in the room, and greeted Rick. She was a six foot tall redhead, and quite a knockout herself.

"Sorry doctor, I don't mean to sound sexist, but I would have thought that a male doctor would specialize in this field."

"No offense taken Mr. Jackson. But let me put it this way. I am a woman. And with the procedure you are about to undergo, who knows better what a woman really wants than another woman? You see, I will use my own feminine knowledge and experience to make sure that you turn out *just* right."

Rick felt a tingling between his legs. She was going to make him 'just right'? He imagined trying out his new equipment on her, once he recovered.

 

Amy had him strip down naked, and put on one of those hospital gowns that barely covers your rear. Who ever designed those things anyway? Rick laid down on the bed, which they wheeled down the hall.

Amy attached a heart monitor, and an I.V. bag dripping saline solution into his arm. Then she leaned the bed back, and put the gas mask on him.

"Take slow, regular, deep breaths" she said.

Rick did so, and soon the room started to grow gray and hazy. The gas smelled like foam rubber, or some other strange familiar aroma. It was hard to tell. It was hard to think! He started drifting off, and having strange dreams where he heard the echoes of conversations...

* * *

 

Rick awoke, feeling incredibly sore all over. He moaned, and could barely move.

"Doctor, the patient is awake" said a voice. A few minutes later, Rick looked up to see Dr. Stasny shining a light in his eyes.

"Hello sleepy" she said cheerfully. "The procedure was a complete success, and now you're in the recovery room."

Rick tried to nod, but it hurt to move.

"Just go back to sleep. I'll put a mild sedative into your I.V. drip. After a day of sleep, you'll feel much better. Now get some rest."

Rick closed his eyes. It was too hard to keep them open, and so much easier to fall back to sleep, where he continued to hear those voices again in his dreams...

* * *

 

Rick awoke, feeling much better. Now the only places he really hurt were his chest, and between his legs. I could understand why his groin might be sore, but why the chest? Maybe because of how hard it had been to breath?

He wanted to get a look between his legs, to see how big he was, but he was lying too flat. He was able to get his hand on the control for the bed, and tilt it upwards. They had a pile of sheets on his chest, which kind of obscured his view between his legs. But his arms were too tired to move the sheets out of the way. He was very thirsty, and needed a drink. He pushed the call button for the nurse.

Rick heard the steady beep of his heart monitor. He saw the I.V. dripping into his arm.

Amy came into the room, and she had a glass of water. She was so good. She knew what he wanted already.

"Hello there!" she said. "Welcome back. Let me help you drink."

She put the glass up to Rick's lips, and poured some of the water into his mouth. His face felt strangely tight as he opened his mouth. His nose was sort of plugged up, and he couldn't smell very much. And his voice was kind of creaky, so it was hard to talk.

"Shh!" said Amy, holding a finger up in front of her mouth. "Don't try to talk yet. That will come soon enough. For now, you need to recover your strength. Would you like to see the results?"

Rick nodded.

Amy carefully pulled back the sheet from him. He still couldn't see, because for some reason they had put a pile of bandages on his chest. That's what it was, not a pile of sheets. But why would they do that?

Amy worked the controls, and brought him up to more and more of a sitting position. She started unraveling the bandage on his chest, and he saw that they had wrapped it around the pile of bandages. She pulled off more and more.

Rick's eyes bugged out as the bandage came off completely. That wasn't a pile of bandages on his chest...it was one bandage, wrapped around his breasts!

Breasts! On his chest! Big ones too, with large nipples, and the wide ring of color around them. Why did he have breasts?

But worse yet, looking down between the two mounds, he could not help but see down between his legs, to where there was a yawning gap. A gap where his penis should have been. And his balls. But they were gone. They were gone!
Rick tried to talk, but couldn't make his voice work. Amy smiled at him.

"Aren't they wonderful? You're a woman now, like me" she said, as she started to replace the bandages. "We need to let them heel up a bit before you can touch them. They are very tender. I'll be by to replace the dressing and to check on them in a few hours. Why don't you try to go to sleep now, and get some more rest?"

"Mmmmph!" said Rick.

"I know, after all that time you've dreamed of this, when you finally see yourself as a woman for the first time, you must be overwhelmed with joy. All the men we've helped here always feel like that. But you're not a man anymore. You're a *woman* now. Sweet dreams, girlfriend."

Rick felt dizzy, like he was about to pass out. The room spun. And soon, he fell into blackness again...

* * *

Rick woke up, and pushed the call button. But there was no response. He was so upset. What had they done to him? He came in to fix his erection problem, but they did the wrong surgery on him. They gave him a sex change operation! He was mad beyond description.

Nobody came yet, so he looked to the table on the right. There was a phone there. He picked it up, and was able to pull it over to him. He dialed the 800 number from the ad. He was going to chew them out for sending him to a place like this!

"This is Rick Jackson. I need to speak to Mandy" he said.

But when it came out of his mouth, it sounded more like a 18 year old girl talking, than him. They had altered his vocal cords too somehow. This was getting worse and worse.

"This is Mandy" said the woman a few minutes later.

"Are you crazy?" he said, and started railing at her about the place she had sent him to.

"Hold on there Miss Jackson" she said defensively. "There is no mistake here. Let me review your file. First of all, you wanted to be rid of erection problems forever."

"Yes!" replied Rick in his new girlish voice.

"Well Ma'am, you are rid of those problems forever. You will never have to worry about having an erection again. You are cured."

"But....but" he started to say.

"And now that you're a woman, you can make love for hours on end. With no worry about how long you'll last. Just like we promised you."

"But that's not what I asked for!"

"Sorry Ma'am, but it is exactly what you asked for. You also wanted a quicker recovery time, so that after making love, you'd be able to go at it again quickly. Since you are a woman now, you can make love right away if you want, with no recovery time needed."

"I'm not going to make love like this!" protested Rick.

"That's entirely your choice Ma'am. However, you also asked for a stronger sex drive, so with the female hormones saturation your brain, you'll find yourself getting aroused all the time. Just like you wanted."

"No!" said Rick, his new high pitched voice showing the stress he was feeling.

"And lastly, we promised you that you'd be really big."

"Yeah, you cheated me on that! I'm not big at all. You cut my thing right off!"

"They didn't cut it off Ma'am. They actually split it open, inverted it, and reused it to create your new vagina. So you still have it, in a way. But it is inside your body now. But we kept our word Miss Jackson. You *are* very big. 38-D to be exact, big by almost anyone's measure. Or you can say 'busty', if you'd prefer."

"Please, stop this. Change me back" said Rick, now in tears.

"I'm afraid it is permanent Ma'am. There is no going back. You are a woman now, just like you wanted to be. You are now exactly what you asked us to make you become."

Rick was beside himself. He had wanted to be a virile man, but now he was a woman. And it was all his fault. Without realizing it, he had asked to become this. They gave him what he wanted.

"Thanks for your business Ma'am" said the lady. "Have a nice day."

"Good-bye" said Rick weakly, as he hung up the phone. He was exhausted, having spent all his energy on the phone call. He put his head back on the pillow, and fell asleep again.

* * *

 

It wasn't until two days later that Rick was discharged, and ready to go home. He was still not able to grasp the reality of being a woman. It was all still like a dream. It wasn't something that you could just adjust to. He was still in a daze.

Amy had been very kind to him since he woke up. She had been trying to help him, telling him all sorts of useful information about being a woman. She even went out, and from her own money, bought a pretty outfit for him, since he told her he didn't own any women's clothes.

"I don't understand" she said. "I mean, if you were referred here, you have to have followed the proper protocols. You have to be on hormones, and live as a woman for an entire year, before surgery is even considered."

"I don't understand it either" said Rick. "This isn't what I wanted."

"But that's what you requested. It's all here in your file. The blood work, the psyche report, everything. Are you in denial about this? Some men, even though they've waited their whole lives to be transformed, find that they have regrets after the procedure."

"I've got regrets alright" he replied.

"Ah, I see" she said. "Well, you should be happy. This is what you've always wanted, and now your dream has come true. And with the advances we've made in technology, your procedure is so much more advanced than the clumsy attempts they used to do at gender reassignment."

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Well, first of all, we used the latest techniques to create an artificial uterus at the end of your new vagina. And we transplanted a real ovary from a donor woman, who had terminal breast cancer."

Amy bowed her head, and mumbled a prayer in the woman's honor.

"So now your body will naturally produce all the same female hormones as a natural born woman, like myself. And you can actually get pregnant! Isn't that wonderful?":

"Pregnant?" said Rick.

"Unfortunately, you lack some female structures, and the right musculature. And your vaginal canal isn't elastic enough. So you'll have to get a C-section. But you can have children now. You'll need to wait at least a month for recovery before trying to conceive, but after that, you're good to go!"

Rick was still stunned from the news that he could get pregnant. This was getting worse and worse.

 

Amy helped Rick dress in female clothes, when it was time to go. She had bought him a bra, panties, and a pretty yellow floral dress. She also bought shoes for him, and a purse. She did his nails in a bright red, and put some makeup on his face.

"You really should let your hair grow out" she said. "We shaved your legs for you when we used the laser to permanently remove your other body hair. And of course we had to take out all your pubic hair for the surgery. But it will grow back in time."

She showed Rick into an office, where he had to sign some release papers.

"I got this for you too" said Amy, opening up one last document. Rick's name change. Instead of Rick, he would now be known as Joanne.

"What kind of woman goes around calling herself 'Rick'?" she said.

By this point, Rick was just numb. He signed the papers, and he was now legally a woman named Joanne.

 

Joanne walked out the door, and felt the fresh breeze make her skirt flutter. She felt the rush of air underneath. She looked at her Jaguar in the parking lot, next to Amy's little VW Jetta. her car seemed so much more practical.

"I should get one like that" thought Joanne, as she got into the Jag. But then she stopped. "Why would I think that?" she said.

Amy. It was all Amy. When she had been 'Rick', and had first arrived, Amy seemed like the ideal woman. And ever since waking up as a woman for the first time, Joanne was somehow even more drawn to her. She hadn't wanted to dress up in women's clothes, but when Amy told her to, she had done it gladly. She didn't want a female name, but when Amy told her to sign the papers, she did.

It was at that moment that Joanne realized it: she wanted to be just like Amy. It seemed to her that she could hear the distant echoes of voices, sort of like in the strange dreams she had been having. Women's voices. Her voices.

Joanne looked in the window, hoping to see a glimpse of Amy inside. Her hero. The woman she hoped to be some day. She might go to medical school, so that she could be a nurse too. Just like Amy. She wished that she was as pretty as Amy. She wished that she was as graceful and feminine in her manner.

She was determined to make herself as pretty and as wonderful as Amy was.

 

Joanne backed out, took a deep breath, and pulled out of the driveway. She was on her way home, to restart her life. This time, as a woman.....

  

  

  

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