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One week had passed and I started feeling slightly different. I was calming down, I felt sort of relaxed, often tired though. I was also feeling a funny sense of discomfort in my crest and my nipples were very sensitive when I touched them during the shower.While I was thinking about these things, suddenly the door opened
"Is my patient ready for some small changes?" said Doctor Jiiz while walking in the room with a trolley-cart full of equipments.This totally scared me. "Relax!" He prompted as soon as he noticed fear in my eyes. "Today we are just doing something simple. First of all we would do some injections in your lips to make them fuller and more feminine. Then some injections to your nipples to let them raise and grow a little bit more than the usual shot of hormones. In the end I am going to discuss with you about what it is going to happen tomorrow."
He did all his injections, and then he sat on the chair next to my bed and start explaining.
"Tomorrow I shall bring you to the main lab, were we shall do some changes to you, mostly to your face: I shall model a little bit the various parts, filling or removing according to the case, adjust your nose by making it a little bit thinner and in a more feminine shape. Before we proceed with the nose, I am going to show you a few possibilities, and in this case you can select the shape of the nose you would like to get. Then we can shave the Adam's apple while we are there. This would be it for the first session. You should recover in one week. "
The next morning they woke me up earlier than usual. They drove me to another place, similar to a hospital, I was put up to sleep and when I woke up I was again in my room. I was feeling very sore in my face and throat. As soon as I could stand up I went to bathroom, but could not see anything because of the bandages. Three days later Doctor Jiiz came to me and said that I was supposed to go back to the hospital to retouch the job a little bit. They brought me back to the hospital, put me to sleep again! This time waking up was very hard. I felt so weak and sick. When Doctor Jiiz came to see me, I almost passed out.
"How is my sweet girl today?" he said.
"Terrible, really awful. Feels like a bomb has exploded inside me."
"Well, a bomb sort of exploded inside you. And your penis has blown up leaving a small hole! And the explosion caused also two protrusions on your chest.... sweet girl!And while there we rounded your hips a little bit and also accessed your vocal box and adjusted your voice to a higher and more female pitch!"
They did not tell me anything in advance, but it happened. They completely removed whatever masculinity I had left!It's funny, I knew it would have happened, but now that it actually did happen I was frantic.
The days and weeks that followed were a complete discovery of my new body. It was a terrible shock for me, and Farag was a great, wonderful help and I was glad she was there. I heard that there are men who want to change into women, or women who want to change into men. They so desperately want it, that they are surely prepared to the result. And I am sure they do have all kind of support. But here I am, every single day some bandage gets removed and something different and feminine shows up. One day new bobs, the next a new nose, the following fuller lips, the next a new voice, the next wider hips, the following day no more penis, then a brand new pussy.... And the boring thing of dilatation of the new vagina that has to be done during the first few months to prevent it from shrinking and partially close. I had to overcome a sex change that I did not want, but also all the other changes in my body effected my way of living life. Here society is very antiquate, but also in my old world, where I used to be Doctor Johnson, being a woman means expecting a different behavior than being a man, from the way one dresses to the way one talks, walks, moves, eats, thinks, etc. etc.Once I overcame the first shocking impact, Farag started giving me lessons of what women do on the island: cooking, cleaning, sewing, doing the laundry, ironing, etc. And she spent particular care about the unwritten rules that could put a female into deep trouble in Namila.
The days were so intense and busy that time was flying away. Four weeks were missing to the end of the six months period, and although Doctor Jiiz and Farag were pleased about how things were proceeding, I feared the date. I was nervous about what would happen to me in a few weeks, I was thinking about my baby, which would now be three months old. And I was sitting here, not even knowing whether it was a baby boy or a baby girl.But in case I failed in being a girl, I could have been killed or, even worst, thrown into Hell, as Doctor Jiiz explained at the very beginning. The last three weeks were spent mostly in lessons of mannerism and behavior. And the day finally arrived. Although women here dress with some kind of a Sari only, they brought me things to wear that in our country only a slut would wear and Farag did my hair, now quite long, and make up in a very heavy and sexy way. I am sure they had received instructions about this, since my total humiliation was requested that day. When it was time to leave, Farag hugged me like a mother would kiss her little child and kissed me on the lips, wishing me good luck. Doctor Jiiz came to pick me up. When he saw me he smiled and whispered in my ear that we would have made it without problems. At the front door three soldiers were waiting for us. The car drove us to Pinntoxx's Palace.