Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 11:08:16 +0000
From: yoric <yoric27@hotmail.com>
Subject: transitions part 8 of 10

This is a story written over a period of time (when I had time that is)
consisting of 10 parts. I regard it as highly erotic and covers one persons
journey through 5 years of their life. If you are not into transgenderism
then I suggest that this story is not for you. It is not all about sex, sex
and more sex (granted there is a LOT of sex) but you may need tissues for
other reasons too. A large part of this story concerns the feelings, the
highs as well as the lows of the subject.

If you are offended by acts of a sexual nature, then you may find you are
on the wrong site entirely. If you are too young to be reading this in your
country/region, I will tell your mommy.

If you want to comment please feel free to email me at the address listed
above, if you want to flame please feel free to drop a very large rock onto
your head.

Al persons named and featured in this story are fictional and bear no
resemblance to anyone living, dead or not yet born.

Part 8 – The Operation

The next 2 months dragged on for so long, I thought the time that I got
back on that plane would never come. I did spend a good deal of my time
flat on my back, or in other various provocative positions figuring that if
I was going to be out of action for 2 months then I had better get as much
sex in as I possibly could.

Finally the day did come. Marie couldn't get the time off from work so I
found myself tearful, saying goodbye to her at terminal 5 at Heathrow and
boarding my plane heading east. I didn't sleep on the flight even though I
was travelling first class and arrived well and truly knackered. I was met
at the airport by the same nurse as the last visit and we travelled to the
clinic in silence. I was shown into a different room from last time, still
a suite but this time the bedroom had unobtrusive panels and outlets of a
distinctly medical nature, plus it had a barely recognisable smell of a
hospital ward. I dumped my bags at the end of the bed and fell asleep
before my head had even touched the pillow.

It was dark when I awoke and I noticed that not only had my curtains been
drawn but also my bags had been unpacked and all my clothes neatly stowed
away in the huge wardrobe in the corner. I reached for the phone and
dialled zero for the reception hoping I could find something to eat.

"I am sorry madam but the doctor informed me that before you can have a
meal, he would like to talk to you beforehand. I will call him now and
inform him you are awake."

Feeling slightly peeved but resigned to my fate I waited. No more than 5
minutes had passed before there came a knock at the door announcing his
arrival. I bid him to enter.

"I am glad you are awake, I hope you are feeling better. Fae Lynn said you
were almost asleep on your feet when she collected you from the
airport. Shall we talk on the balcony?"

We sat overlooking the bay, the moon was out and the skies were clear. The
sea breeze was both warm and refreshing and I soon felt myself relax
listening to his voice. He started to go through the timing of the
procedure which was due to start at 10AM the following morning. He
mentioned that I would be in the same suite as present but that the bedroom
would have changed and the comfortable double bed would be replaced by the
more usual style hospital bed for the first few days at least. My entire
stay would be for 2 weeks or until I was well enough to fly home. He
advised me on the menu options for this evening, light meals would be the
order of the day, no wine and nothing to eat after midnight, which was
barely 2 hours away.

The anaesthetist would be along shortly for the pre-op assessment but if I
wanted to order lunch he would make sure it was delivered as soon as
possible. After asking if I had any more questions he took my dinner order
and left. True to his word I was barely 10 minutes into my conversation
with Marie when my dinner arrived. Not wishing to talk with my mouth full I
bade her a good night, sent her my love and left her to get back to work.

Half way through dinner my anaesthetist arrived, we went through all his
questions and once I had finally finished my fish supper, he weighed and
measured me, announced I was in perfect health and left. I flicked through
a magazine for a while, yawned and went to back to bed to sleep. Just as I
was dozing off I had the realisation that this would be the last natural
sleep with a penis between my legs. It also dawned on me that the
anaesthetist was quite handsome but at no point did I feel the urge to drag
him into bed; I put it down to nerves.

I was awoken at 9 the next morning by a nurse brandishing a hospital gown
and asking if I would like to change now please. I asked her to give me a
minute which she did and I walked to look at myself in the full length
mirror. "Let's see, if I put my hand just here" I thought aloud covering my
crotch "I look just like any other normal woman, but if I take my hand away
I'm back to a TS. At least I won't have to for long." I stared hard into
the mirror, imprinting that image in my long term memory before turning
away, donning the gown and calling for the nurse.

I was placed on a hospital trolley and wheeled into the operating
theatre. The anaesthetist was there and he was cute but still no reaction
from little old me. He put a drip into my arm, squeezed a syringe into the
cannula and asked me to count backwards from 10. I think I got to 6 before
darkness engulfed me. I have absolutely no recollection of the surgery
itself, I remember waking up very briefly to the sound of foreign voices as
someone shone a light into my eyes, I heard someone say "Everything went
perfectly, please feel free to go back to sleep" and I did.

It was dark again when I next awoke, although that word is probably an
overstatement. I got the impression of my room and movement off to my right
before unconsciousness took me again.

I awoke again. The daylight was dazzling bright against my eyes and I
struggled to focus. Where was I? what was I doing here? I moved - which
caused a bolt of pain from my crotch to shoot through my body causing me to
jump which only served to cause more pain. Through gritted teeth and
tear-filled eyes I steadied myself and started to take stock of my
situation. I had a drip in both arms going to a clear filled bag on one
side and a contraption on the other. The bed I was lying in had sides on it
to stop me from falling out and some pictograms, remembrance came flooding
back all in 1 go and I felt slightly ashamed at my previous panic. I was
looking for a call button when the room door opened and in stepped Fae
Lynn, resplendent in her nurses uniform quickly crossing the floor.

"If madam wishes some pain relief, simply click this button. This other
remote will send out a call to the nurses stationed outside should you need
further assistance" she dangled the call button within reach and placed the
other remote in my hand. Instantly I pushed it, heard the contraption
beside me whirr into life and felt the wonderful morphine pumping into my
body. I was asleep again within seconds.

All through the night I would awake long enough for another shot of
morphine and then blessed sleep would come again. I did wonder if it was
possible to overdose on morphine but reasoned that I was not awake long
enough to actually push the button twice, let alone enough time to OD.

The following day I felt better despite being extremely uncomfortable, the
morphine this time did not send me to sleep just gave me blessed relief
from the pain emanating from my groin area. The clock said it was just
after 2, I decided to give the nurses a call. When I rang it wasn't the
nurse but the doctor who came to see me.

"I'm glad to see you are awake. How do you feel?"

"Like I have been run over by a bus" was my response

Well I am glad to tell you that the surgery was a complete success and
whilst you were sleeping I changed your dressings and everything seems to
be in order. Its normal to feel very uncomfortable after such major surgery
but I expect you should be back on your feet within a week. The catheter
and drips will have to remain until you are able to walk however but once
that happens you will be back on a normal diet. If you would like I can
arrange some time for you to be on the balcony for a while, the nursing
staff are here to help"

A whole week of staying in bed doing nothing???? I wasn't sure if I could
manage it. "have you got a laptop computer I can use whilst I'm here
bedridden?"

One was delivered within the hour, including a webcam, headset, wireless
internet and everything else I could have needed, not that I knew because
by that time I was asleep again but I was dying to talk to Marie.

That opportunity didn't come until the next day. I was clock watching until
I knew Marie was at work and then called her on her Skype phone. We chatted
for ages and the look of obvious concern on her face softened after a while
until she said I was looking tired, just those words seemed to kick-start
the body and I barely had time to end the call before my eyes closed.

The remainder of the week was a mixture of watching television, being
examined in detail by the doctor, talking to Marie and generally getting
better by the day. I was relying less and less on the morphine until by day
5 I felt it was not needed at all. I was wheeled about the compound at
will, chatted with the staff and basically went out of my mind with
boredom. The highlight was always talking to Marie near the end of the day
just as she got home from work, even she remarked on how well I was
looking. The doctor proclaimed me to be nothing short of a miracle with the
rate at which I was healing. He wouldn't however let me see what he could
see because there was still a lot that my body had to do.

On day 7 after my op the catheter and dressings were removed and I was
allowed to get up and walk a bit. The first few steps were difficult, my
leg muscles had not been used in a week and it required a strong arm to
stop me from toppling over. The very first thing I wanted was a shower so
they allowed me to walk, rest for a while then took me into the bathroom,
pointing out the distress cord should I need it.

I stood naked except for a towel around my waist before the mirror and
tried to pluck up the courage to drop to towel to see the bombsite that was
my crotch. I closed my eyes and dropped my covering. Slowly I opened them
and saw between my legs, not the useless prick that I had known all my life
but a pair of very red and extremely swollen lips. I wept for joy just
standing there. I couldn't bear to touch them as they were still very sore
and every movement caused them to rub together which almost made me retch
with pain but I bore it and carried on. This is going to make showering
difficult and was mindful of the warnings not to get my internal packing
too wet as I would have that for at least another few days.

I showered as best as I could and dried myself tenderly before putting on
my dressing gown again and leaving that sight in the mirror.

Sure enough a few days later the doctor came to me and told me it was time
to remove the packing from my new vagina as most of the healing was now
complete. This was the first time I took real notice as he was between my
spread legs. One of his gloved fingers accidentally touched my newly formed
clitoris and I felt a familiar bolt of electricity flow through me. At the
same time I felt a dampness although my mind couldn't pinpoint exactly
where it was coming from. The doctor took from the tray a thin graduated
probe and slowly inserted it into me. "Please tell me when you feel this
touch the back of your vagina" wondering how I would know it slipped inside
me until wham, another shot of electricity, stronger than the first coursed
through me. I almost came there and then, I almost had my first vaginal
orgasm to a piece of metal and the dampness become more apparent.

"Ah, I seem to have found out myself, this is excellent. Your current depth
is about 5 inches but I assure you that it will stretch when the time
becomes necessary and I see the prostate is performing as it should be in
the circumstances. Please bear with me whilst I check that it too is
feeling normal." with that he slipped a lubed finger into my asshole and
gently pressed straight onto my prostate. That was it, I was now officially
drenched and I could feel an orgasm just waiting to explode in me. However
this was a purely medical examination, not an exploration into how much
pleasure I could sustain before cumming all over his fingers. He withdrew
his digit and the orgasm skulked off into the corner, promising to return.

It had been a long and eventful day but I still managed to talk to Marie
for half an hour before falling back to sleep. The time to return was fast
approaching and although I was coping better each day, I still wondered how
I was going to manage the flight back on my own as I still tired easily.

That however turned out to not be a problem after all. The day before I was
due to leave, I was sunning myself on the balcony between dozing enjoying
the sea air when a familiar voice came from behind "There's me trudging
half way across the world only to find you sun worshipping"

I leapt from my seat and span round to come face to face with
Marie. Instantly tears welled up as I rushed to her and embraced her
fiercely. It was so good to see her again and what a surprise it was. I
dragged her back into the suite, any lingering pains forgotten as I hugged
my friend again. She patted me good naturedly on the back calming me as the
flood waters broke and I was in real danger of spoiling her suit that she
currently wore.

She told me of how she had decided to take a couple of personal days off
work so she could escort me back as she had missed me so much. It was so
spur of the moment that she had hardly had time to do more than throw a
couple of things in a case and rush to the airport.

We were disturbed by the doctor. It was time for my final examination
before my departure, I was to have a list of the drugs I required and a
schedule of when to take them. He had forwarded the same details to my
consultant in London but at least this way I was fully aware of what I had
to do and when I was to do it. Back in the bedroom, which looked more like
a bedroom now the hospital bed had gone and the double had returned, I lay
back and spread my legs at his behest. The puffiness had almost disappeared
totally but I was still a little sore. My clitoris was ultra sensitive and
even the penetration of his little finger into my pussy caused me to have
waves of pleasure course through my body

We talked for hours, we sat and watched the sun go down over the bay, she
with her glass of wine and me with fruit juice (I couldn't drink because of
the cocktail of drugs I was on) until it was late at night. We organised a
trip out the next day, delaying our departure back to England so we could
go shopping and check into a hotel near the airport ready for our flight
the following morning.

That night she and I cuddled up in the double bed together and it was the
best night's sleep I had had in weeks.

Dont forget to read the next installment: Part 9 - The Consequences