DR. ERIN... PART 2
Part 2 of Dr Erin.....
Hours later I was aroused from a semi-stupor as Dr Falco said " You are
now about to make history............... I have developed a new
procedure in response to the problems we have seen. Many feminized
patients often fail to feel 100% feminine despite their external
appearance. I am about to give you a laparoscopically inserted vaginal
womb. I have looked for a procedure that would cause less trauma to the
patient, and adapted supracervical hysteplasty to the laparoscopic
approach. Using a trocar (a narrow, tube-like instrument), I will gain
access to the abdomen
through the navel. A laparoscope (tiny telescope) connected to a
camera will be inserted through the trocar, allowing me to view a
magnified image of the patient's internal organs on a video monitor.
This will enable me to perform the hysteplasty. Two or three additional
trocars will be inserted to accommodate special instruments, including
lasers and other minimally invasive devices which will attach the
uterus. After the uterus is attached, through the navel, fallopian
tubes and ovaries will also be connected with sutures. You have a young
16 year old virgin to thank for her reproductive organs. She died in a
car crash two days ago. " My God........ Aaron realised "she is totally
converting me into a woman..............."
After several hours in the recovery room Aaron started to get some
movement back in my legs. He was discharged to the 7th floor, and moved
to a private room. The nurses rolled him into a hospital bed (He was
still too numb to move himself), and got him ready for the night. The
nurse offered him juice and set up a PCA (patient-controlled analgesia)
device; She explained that he could push a button and automatically get
a two milligram dose of intravenous morphine as often as every ten
minutes. At nine PM he fell asleep; but even though he had no pain,
Aaron dozed fitfully, awakening every hour or two. By three AM the
epidural block had worn off completely, and little irritations start to
accumulate: he developed a headache, and his sacrum was sore where he'd
been lying on it for twenty hours.
About four AM Aaron realised that his bladder felt full, even though he
had a Foley catheter in it. Was it the pressure of the catheter balloon
causing this feeling of urgency? Is this how I'll feel for the next
week? With an effort, he turned part way onto his side, grasped his
catheter near its entry point, pushed it slightly further in, and bore
down. Urine flowed briskly into the collecting bag, and quickly drain
half a litre -- quite a bladder-full. Discomfort relieved, Aaron tried a
little morphine, and again attempted to sleep.
Twice that night Aaron took out his hand mirror and checked his
genitalia, each time with a mixture of anxiety and apprehension. No
penis, it was completely gone. His swollen labia were now purple-black,
and remind him of a badly over-ripe banana, cut in half and plastered
against his perineum. He'd got the silicone tubing of a JP
(Jackson-Pratt) drain protruding from each side of his groin, with each
tube connected to a grenade-shaped collection vessel. The Foley catheter
protruded from the middle of all this edematous tissue, and periodically
bumped against the sensitive nubbin of his neo-clitoris. Two heavy-gauge
nylon retention sutures held his mobilised abdominal skin firmly against
the pubic bone, keeping the vaginal skin from pulling out of the cavity
containing it. The sutures seemed to be cutting into his abdominal skin;
they looked ugly, and didn't feel great, either. The lower parts of the
labia were sewn together, but he couldn't get a good look at this. The
nurse checked him out, too; she told Aaron that it all looks great, that
he was hardly swollen at all. Aaron wondered what a not-so-great, more
severely swollen perineum might look like.
In the morning he got a clear liquid breakfast tray, and even the beef
broth tasted good. The nurse bathed him, since he was still confined to
bed, and he got a new gown. Aaron continued to doze on and off, never
very comfortable but never in any real pain, either. Dr Falco came by,
inspected his perineum, and declared herself pleased. He got a
full-liquid lunch tray and drunk vast quantities of juice and water. His
nurse removed the intravenous catheter and starts him on oral pain meds:
two Vicodin (hydrocodone) every 4-to-6 hours. Aaron decided he liked
Vicodin very much. By late afternoon he was restless: tired of lying on
his back, tired of the pneumatic stockings inflating and deflating,
tired of the drains and retention sutures pulling every time he shifted
in bed. The bedsheet had come loose at the top, and it was bunched-up
and sticky; his gown was sweaty and bloody; and his sacrum hurt. Aaron
was feeling so sorry for himself when suddenly my night nurse came in
and volunteered to change his sheets and gown before bedtime. He still
woke up at two-hour intervals throughout the night, but rested decently
in between.
The next morning at 9 AM, only 48 hours after surgery his began, Dr.
Falco arrived and checked him over, and approved his discharge to the
Hospital TLC (Temporary Living Centre) unit. He was to stay there for a
week while he recuperated. At 10 AM, the nurse removed his pneumatic
stockings, and he tried sitting up. This worked OK. and Aaron tried
standing up. This worked OK for about a minute; but then fatigue,
light-headedness, and pain forced him to lie back down. He asked for a
couple of Vicodin, and then set about the slow process of dressing with
the help of the nurse. She made him wear a long, full skirt, which the
nurse said would conveniently cover the drain "grenades" safety-pinned
to his panties, as well as the catheter tubing and drainage bag.
On post- operative day 3, he had his first shower. It was a major
effort. The retention sutures in the lower abdomen made it painful to
walk, and it was impossible to sit comfortably on the shower stool, or
to stand comfortably, either. Trying to juggle two JP grenades and the
Foley bag, he invariably dropped one, and winced when the tubing pulled.
Nevertheless, it felt wonderful to get clean. Aaron finally got a really
good look at his crotch, and saw the size of the sutures holding the
labia together. No wonder he felt so odd down there. After drying off,
he wrapped his long wet hair in a towel, crawled back to bed exhausted,
and immediately fell asleep.
Thursday he had his first post-operative bowel movement. This required a
prolonged effort, because the pack filling his vagina occupied a lot of
space in the pelvis. Straining hard naturally squeezed the vaginal pack,
causing bloody fluid to ooze through the labial suture line and drip
from the crotch. The pressure also made him leak around my Foley
catheter, so that the effort left Aaron dripping urine, blood, and
stool.
The following days fell into a pattern: reading, naps, channel-surfing,
all punctuated by meals and medications. The weekend seemed
interminable; but at last, on Sunday afternoon, post-operative day 6,
Dr. Falco arrived to remove his drains and vaginal pack. The drains hurt
a little coming out, but it was great to be rid of them. After cutting
the labial sutures, Dr. Falco pulled a full four yards of gauze packing
from the vagina. This neither looked nor smelt as bad as Aaron expected.
The Foley catheter and abdominal retention sutures were left in, in case
he developed any unusual swelling due to the pack and drain removal.
Next Dr. Falco pulled out a drawstring bag, sewn from floral- print
flannel, which contained dilators!!!!!!! Each of these was encased in
its own floral- print flannel sheath. The dilators were clear acrylic
rods, 8 inches long, with gently rounded, slightly angled noses. There
were three of them: 1 inch, 1-1/8 inch, and 1-1/4 inch in diameter.
Looking at them, Aaron shook my head in disbelief and exclaimed aloud: "
Oh God -- are those supposed to go in me?!"
Dr. Falco smiled reassuringly before she lubricated the smallest
dilator. "Don't you want a proper vagina?" and then gently but very
quickly slid it into him, a full six inches. Aaron let out an
involuntary squeal of surprise, indignation and intense feeling - it
wasn't a painful procedure, but it sure wasn't pleasurable, either.
Next, she inserted the 1-1/8 inch dilator. This time he was ready, and
merely panted loudly, anticipating pain that never came. However, when
she lubed up the 1-1/4 inch dilator, he was again incredulous: "That
will never fit!" But somehow it did!!!! Grinning she picked up a hand
mirror and told Aaron to take a good look. There it was, thick as a
closet rod, inserted 6 inches into him. She announced "For so many years
you have longed to be penetrable, to be a vessel, a receptacle: and now
you are!"
Later that day Aaron was told to give himself his first-ever douche, and
again shower. He still had the Foley catheter in place, and the
abdominal retention sutures, too; but just having that pack out felt
great. The nurse began the ritual of dilating him four times
daily......................
On Tuesday night, the evening of post- operative day 8, Dr. Falco
arrived with her suture removal set. Out came the retention sutures,
leaving ugly little erosions on his abdominal wall. And out came the
Foley. She chirped "A free woman at last!" She watched him being
dilated, and said candidly that she thought that this was one of her
nicer- looking results. "After all, you were modelled on me!" She
approved his discharge for the morning.
Later that night, Aaron sat down to urinate through his new plumbing for
the first time. No pain; excellent control of starting and stopping; but
urine sprays everywhere. Squatting for a pee!!!! No more standing at a
urinal for me. He lay in bed and felt his large boobs laying on his
chest. He reached up to touch them and was surprised to notice how good
it felt to stroke them through silky baby doll pyjamas. He paid a little
attention to his nipples and they swelled and got hard. He wondered what
else would change and then realised what a stupid question that
was..................
The next morning, still able to urinate easily, he was to be discharged
from the TLC unit. A strange woman he had not seen before came to dress
him. Treating Aaron like a child she gently placed each of his breasts
in the cups of a 38DD red lacy bra. Helping him to step into matching
red panties and hold-up black stockings she led him to a full length
mirror. "Look at yourself, hasn't it all been worth it? "
..................Aaron was looking at a Goddess............the
amazonian body he was looking at in the mirror was him, no HER!!!!!!!!!
Her hips were full, her breasts massive with the trimmest waist
imaginable. Her facial features were more attractive than Aaron had ever
seen on any woman...........and it was him............Erin. "Step into
your shoes my dear" said the woman. Erin was guided to place her feet
into a pair of black leather high heeled shoe with a buckle that clipped
around her ankle. At nearly 6 feet tall her statuesque body was
everything a top cat walk model could aspire to. "Your tendons have been
shortened by Dr Falco, she does that to encourage her patients to only
wear this type of heel. If you wear flat heeled shoes you'll feel pain"
advised the woman. I'll leave you to finish dressing in private. All
your clothes are in the wardrobes and drawers, you'll soon fnd
them.........."
Erin looked through all her cupboards and found every manner of female
attire, underwear, shoes, skirts and dresses. Opening her drawers she
found tights, stockings, jewellery and Tampons!!!!!!!!!! "What!!!!
Sanitary towels, surely not. Then she recalled Dr Falco's words about
the transplanted parts of the 16 year old girl. Was she going to have
her periods????????
As she undressed for bed that night she checked the gusset of her
knickers.......no blood but the tell tale sign of a fertile female.
White vaginal discharge, sticky almost tacky. Erin recalled how he used
to check the washing basket for his big sisters soiled panties when he
was 15. At certain times of the month she had produced such a discharge
to be followed by her period blood about a week later. Dr Falco had made
him a total woman in every detail..........
Finally Dr Falco announced "My work is done. I have no more surgery to
perform. You are a woman............ Now the rest is up to you." The
rest ? Erin thought. What does that entail???
Her temperature was closely monitored as was her bodies reaction to her
new organs. Dr Falco regularly administered anti-rejection drugs and was
pleased with the results. "You were an excellent match" she chirped.
Erin woke the next morning and felt her vulva...........blood was
slowing leaking from her vaginal lips.......... her first
period!!!!!!!!! She marvelled at the sensation as she gingerly pushed
her first tampon applicator into her body. Squeezing the two tubes she
injected the cotton tampon into her abdomen. Looking in the mirror she
smiled at the tampon draw string hanging between her legs. Dr Falco's
reaction was that of the state lottery winner. "You beautiful thing, Oh
how you have pleased us here! You have made history and will do so now
and in the future!"
The future?????? thought Erin, what does she mean??
Erin began her work counselling several men who wanted sex reassignment.
When they saw her body they were willing to pay any price to be the
same. Like a common street prostitute she loved showing her female parts
to the prospective patients. Her vulva was her
piece-de-resistance........ God how she loved pulling her panties aside
to show that...... "Dr Falco will model your labia in a similar fashion
to this" she would say in a matter of fact voice. She delighted in
watching them all but melt with desire as she re-arranged her skirt,
making herself 'decent' again. The patients rolled in paying 'top
dollar' as Dr Falco put it.
She realised now that Dr Falco was a lesbian. Why she had taken so long
to notice God only knows. It didn't matter to Erin though, the doctor
was a beautiful woman and she loved teasing her by bending over and
straightening her stockings or smoothing her skirt in a provovative way.
Dr Falco was secretly watching her and Erin pretended not to notice.
Erin knew that she would be propositioned one day and wondered how it
might happen.
A few weeks later Dr Falco called her for her regular check up. Taking
her temperature as she always did she consulted her charts. "Please put
your legs in the stirrups, Erin, please " she asked "I want to feel your
uterus today to check all is well." Erin complied with the instruction
and adopted the requested postion. She watched as Dr Falco inserted a
latex gloved finger in her vagina. She carefully inspected the gloved
fingers and said " Good. You are just right!" and turning to the nurse
she commanded " Unthaw and prepare 50 ml for me please"
The nurse was behind Erin and she could not see what she was doing.
After a few minutes she handed the doctor a syringe with an extension
tube fitted to the needle.
"What is this for Dr Falco?" Erin asked. "It is human semen. We want to
see if it is possible to impregnate you!" the doctor said triumphantly.
Erin twisted and tried to raise herself from the couch. "Please, Erin,
do not move yet. You will need to remain lying down for several hours to
give the sperm a chance to take." Erin lifted her self into an upright
position and protested " Make me pregnant?????, when was that part of
the arrrangement?"
"Erin, you have already made history once, don't miss this opportunity
to become famous throughout the whole world! Be the first person born a
man to have a baby!"
Erin leapt from the table and made for the door. "You are joking with
me!" she shouted "No way, not now, not ever!" Dr Falco nodded to the
other nurse in the room. The nurse put her hands up to bar her way from
the examination room. "Don't make this hard on yourself, my dear. Please
resume your position on the table at once" said Dr Falco in a new and
determined voice. Erin looked back incredulously. The doctor motioned
with her hands that she should return to the couch. Erin turned away
only to feel the strong arms of the nurse wrap around her chest.
Clamped to the table
with her legs strapped in the stirrups, Erin turned to face the doctor
and nurses. "Please.....there's no need for this. Business is excellent
with what you've achieved already, there's no need to spoil
everything.........." Dr Falco peered long and hard at her "Do you think
we do this for money? Yes we need a certain amount, but it is of
secondary importance. The medical advances are paramount. And you are at
the cutting edge. Please co-operate with this next experiment."
Erin was in no position
to argue. Her knees were forced apart by the stirrups and her body was
clamped by two large leather straps. Her underwear had been forcible
removed by the side nurse using a scapel. The syringe was in position
inside her vagina, the tip of the extension tube inside her
cervix................ "The semen will die if it suffers from any
temperature loss, please accept your situation and comply" Dr Falco said
stonily.
Erin shut her eyes and
for the first time since this whole adventure had begun, she cried. Dr
Falco took this as a sign of compliance and signalled to the nurse to
continue. Taking the plunger in her left hand the nurse squeezed the
contents of the syringe into her womb. "Excellent" said the doctor
"please allow one hour for the sperm to enter your fallopian tubes"
Erin felt the table elevate as her abdomen was raised to prevent the
liquid leaking from her body. She felt like a battery hen being
inseminated to order. Dr Falco announced flatly " We will test for
pregnancy in 5 days............"
After the recommended hour the same nurse released Erin and offered her
a swab of tissues to wipe the oily liquid that leaked from her vagina
when she was helped to her feet. She refused the offer of paper panties
to replace the pair so crudely cut from her body. She marched with grim
determination back to her room and locked herself in for the rest of the
day.
Erin mulled over the incredible events of the past year. From a thin
plain man called Aaron to this beautiful and complete woman called Erin
and now possibly pregnant! What sort of child could she produce. The egg
would belong to the young car crash victim. She had never even seen a
photograph of her. The sperm................ where did they get ........
Erin thought back to her gender reassignment operation. They had milked
a large amount of semen that day. Surely not!!!!! Had they inseminated
her with his own sperm?!!!!
The next morning thecdoor crashed open and a grim faced Dr Falco entered
with a nurse. "Now then Erin! We can do this two ways................ as
you would say in your own country, the easy way or the hard way. "Do
what????" said Erin defiantly. The doctor continued, " You are no doubt
aware that you will be fertile for around 72 hours. It will help greatly
if you accept a further insemination today."
"Where did the sperm come from " she demanded. The doctor's hesitation
answered the question. "It's mine isn't it! You are trying to impregnate
me with my own semen!!!!
"There is no biological reason why we should no use your own semen. The
eggs you produce each month are not your own biologically speaking so
they are suitably matched. Please get on your bed with your pants pulled
to one side......."
Erin stepped back as the nurse stepped forward. "Resistance is futile my
dear. We will have our way." The nurses face looked as if she would have
preferred a struggle so Erin decided to give in scowling at them both.
After putting a pillow under her lower back to raise her bottom the
nurse moved the gusset of her panties to one side. "Please hold them to
one side while I insert the injector" she ordered. Erin slowly complied
and felt the cold hands of the nurse roughly part her vulva. She felt
her thumb brush past her clitoris. That was deliberate she thought,
another bloody lesbian! The syringe was inserted as before and with
skilful manoeuvring the extension tube entered her cervix once again.
With a jerk she felt the woosh of the sticky liquid flood her womb. Her
sticky liquid ............returned by the same nurse that had expertly
milked it from her several months ago. The syringe was slowly removed
and a bung ressembling a tampon covered with cling film was inserted in
its place. "Sealed for the day my dear" said the nurse sarcastically
pulling her pantie gusset back into position.
Erin once again pondered her future. It was quite apparent now that she
was not master of her own destiny. But what could she do about it? Walk
out? She was watched every waking hour of the day. When she came off
duty from her counselling/sales work she was escorted back to her room
in the staff quarters. Shopping trips were accompanied by the staff
security guard. Dr Falco assured her it was only because of her great
value to the medical world, "You are unique, my dear, if any harm came
to you, I would never forgive myself......." she would say. Besides
where could she go? She had no family to speak off, no roots anywhere
she would want to return to. This was home now and very comfortable it
was. She just wanted to feel she was an adult in charge of her own
destiny.......
Two weeks later her period started. Dr Falco's face fell when she told
her........."Ah well, it is not the end of the world. You are a young
woman with plenty of time to have babies. We will try again immediately
your body is ready" and off she waltzed down the corridor. "See" thought
Erin, "no asking me what I wanted. I'm just a pawn in her great game of
playing God."
At her next check up, Dr Falco told Erin that she was going to put her
on a course of hormones that would stimulate her egg production to
enhance the chance of conception. Erin was injected twice a day with
Prostglandin.
Back in her quarters she ran herself a bath. Stripping off she looked at
her figure in the full length mirror. What she could never disagree
about was the wonderful job the doctor had done with her. 'Drop-dead
Gorgeous' was the only term that seemed adequate enough. She could win
the Miss World title is she entered the competition. Erin stroked her
breasts, the new drugs were working. She felt that they were bigger and
tender. She had never felt so healthy in her life. She reached between
her legs.......... a streak of white discharge clung to her pubic hair.
She tasted it............. God she felt horny. In the bath she soaked
luxuriously, soaping her breasts and stimulating herself. After she had
dried herself she trimmed her pubic hair, then pulled on a skimpy pair
of silk panties. A wisp of hair escaped at the top of her legs. Suddenly
she decided she didn't like pubic hair anymore. Removing her pants she
opened the bathroom cabinet and took out her shaving equipment. It had
to go she chuckled. She sensuously smeared a generous dollop of shaving
gel over the V of her pubic bone. Two minutes later she wiped her labia
and admired her handiwork. Looking at this moment with the eyes of Aaron
she lusted after her own body. She reflected that she didn't even have a
vibrator to masturbate with......"how does a girl get laid around here"
she giggled. "Get laid?" Erin thought hard. It was her body, her life,
her decision on what she could do........ She made up her mind to go out
and find a bar or something to have a drink. What should she wear?
Opening her wardrobe she chose a long skirt and matching blouse and put
on her make-up. Standing in front of the mirror she shook her head. The
look didn't match her mood. She reached for a much shorter and tighter
pencil skirt and put on a black bra with a see through blouse. To finish
she slipped on a pair of black sheer holdup stockings and her highest
black patent heels. "That's more like it!" she whispered to herself "If
you've got it, babe, flaunt it!" Taking a black clutch bag she
transfered her credit cards and some cash for a taxi from her day time
handbag. Now all she had to do was get out of the building without being
seen. She hadn't ever been told she could not go out by herself but she
knew it would be frowned on by all concerned.
The door guard was a problem........ how to get past him? A plan came to
mind....... Picking up the telephone she called the security desk. "Oh,
it's Gillian here on extension 359" she lied in her most seductive voice
"Do you know if the washer-dryer in the basement has been repaired yet?
Would you be a love and go and look for me? Oh thank you. I'll wait for
you to call me." Five minutes later the guard dialled 359 and got the
unobtainable signal. Erin didn't care, she was already outside the walls
of the nurses home and heading for the main street. "Taxi" she shouted,
and managed to stop the first car that passed. Ten minutes later in the
city centre she was bending down in front of the taxi driver to pay him.
His hesitant manner and sneak glances down her blouse showed Erin just
how good she looked that night. "If he opens that mouth any wider....."
she smirked to herself.
Safely esconced in a high class bar she ordered a spritzer with ice and
sat on a high stool with her long legs crossed. The barman seemed to be
happy to see her, she noticed. After he had served her he picked a
position that gave him the best possible view of her delectable body.
The bar started to fill up and all the men gathered and seated
themselves closely to her. She pretended to be oblivious of the reaction
she was getting but it gave her a tremendous buzz inside. It's time to
powder my nose she decided.
Slipping expertly from her perch she walked across the bar to the
toilets. Nobody failed to see the doll walking in front of them. Erin
had practiced this walk to perfection. Every man in the room wanted to
bed her as soon as possible. What power thought Erin. I can do anything
I want and no-one can say otherwise. She didn't have to pay for her next
drink. A handsome blond excutive type aged about 23 asked if he could
join her. "Please do" purred Erin. She enjoyed the next hour as she
listened to the young man's attempts to seduce her. Erin told him she
was a visiting air stewardess who was only staying in town for one
night. he looked genuinely disappointed but it didn't stop his efforts
to mate with her. Erin could still recall how her sex urges had pulled
like a ring through a bulls nose when the testosterone flowed. How the
need to pass your genes on became the one over riding force when faced
with a beautiful woman.
She wondered how he would tackle the issue of getting into her knickers
that night. Would she let him? She wasn't sure. She was desparately
randy, but she was effectively a virgin. She had had sex as a man but
not as a woman..........
She didn't have to wait long for his invite "Which hotel are you booked
into? he enquired.
"Oh, I haven't checked into any yet. I must go before they are all
booked" she retorted.
"There's a good hotel just around the corner. I'll escort you there if
you want." he offered.
"Oh thank you. You're a gentleman" she smiled as she slipped off the
stool and waited for him to lead the way. Was she going to let him shag
her or not? Her confidence began to wane. What if he could tell her
fanny was manufactured by Dr Falco?
Before she could back out he had her settled in her room, a bottle of
champagne cooling in an ice bucket. As she drunk the champagne her
resistance lowered. What the hell, he's earned it she thought. He leant
over a kissed her. Her first kiss as a woman! His hand touched her leg
and started to move up her skirt. A fast mover she thought as she stood
up and excused herself, "Must use the loo" she lied. When she returned
she noticed that look of 'will she, won't she' on his face. She had
already decided to let him take her virginity. She unbuttoned her blouse
like some 48th street hooker and sat closely beside him. He cupped her
breast through the heat of her bra. Leaning down he gently lifted one of
her breasts from her bra and kissed and suckled on it. The sensation was
stupendous............ "Ohhh" she gasped. He turned his attention to her
other breast and gave it similar treatment. His hand lowered to her
knee. Sliding it under her skirt she parted her legs slightly. Pushing
her back on the bed his hand reached its goal. He stroked her crotch
area through the thin material of her panties. She opened her legs to
allow further access. His finger pushed her knickers into her vagina.
She knew she was wet and ready..........
"I'll use a condom yeah?" he asked.
"Condom? Contraceptive........." My God thought Erin, "I'm a woman and
he can make me pregnant. Get real girl, remember who you are........."
"Yes, of course. A girl can't be too careful" she quickly answered.
Reaching into his jacket he took a small packet from the inside pocket.
Tearing the wrapper he placed the condom by the bedside and removed his
shirt and trousers. Erin removed her bra and kicked off her shoes. She
undid the button on the back of her skirt and allowed it to drop. She
watched his face as he pursed his lips as if to whistle. "Wow. You
beaut......" She put her finger on his lips then kissed them. She lay
back on the bed and waited for him to approach......