Message-ID: <33609asstr$1006405805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: From: J R D Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 15:14:23 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry 4 - The Funeral (TG) [2/8] Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2001 00:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, kelly Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new addy to get it out. Part 2. Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken within the story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- TWO DAYS LATER... Elaine stepped into the office of Doctor Jane Sloane and was immediately greeted with a firm handshake. The doctor said, "Miss Elaine, it's so good to meet you. You're well known and well thought of everywhere in the medical community." The doctor returned to her place behind her desk,waving at a chair on the other side. Elaine sat down, looking the office over in detail. "Now what can I do for you?" "Doctor Sloane, I have need of your services. I have a friend I have been working with who is having troubles dealing with the death of her father. She was abused as a child, and she thought she had left that behind when she transitioned from male to female, but recently she discovered that her father was dying and her family has requested that... 'he' return to attempt a familial reconciliation." "Not to interrupt, but am I to assume from the way you have phrased that, that your friend has not informed her family as to the nature of her changes?" "No, she has not. She also has no intention of informing them. She feels that she was ignored and abandoned by her family. However, since learning of her father's sickness and her resultant decision not to go back, she has become moody, irritable, and easily prone to anger. She needs help dealing with her inner strife and I'd like you to be the one to help her." Doctor Sloane sat back in her chair. "Miss Elaine, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but it sounds like your friend would be better served by a doctor with more experience in dealing with abuse and its effects. I could do that in a pinch, but my own specialty is Gender Identity Disorders. If your friend wishes counseling in how best to brief her family, that I could do, but it sounds like your friend's problems go deeper than that. If you want, I could recommend one of my colleagues who are more familiar with the issues at hand." "Actually, I would like to keep this to as few people as possible. There are aspects of her life and transition that I need to be sure will be kept private. I know you're a doctor I can trust. If you think you can't help her after talking with her I'll accept whomever you recommend, but I'd like you to at least try." "If you'd like, but may I ask why you want me? I've never met you before today." "Not quite true, doctor. We have met before. It's been almost two decades now. You helped me to resolve some deep issues and become the woman I really was." "You don't seem familiar. Are you sure you aren't thinking of another doctor?" "I'm sure. Doctor, do you remember someone named Nathan Mallone?" "Name sounds familiar... Now I recall. She was one of my first patients. I treated her for about two years before she disappeared. Something of a tragic case." "Tragic, why?" "I'm afraid I can't discuss that. Even after all this time, any details pertaining to her case are covered by doctor-patient confidentiality." "Doctor, I could tell you the truth, but you'd never believe it. I think a demonstration is required. Is there a transsexual you know who has just started hormone therapy, perhaps who also has a high testosterone level that will interfere with the female hormones they will be taking?" "Yes, but why?" "I have a treatment that will accelerate their transition by years. They'll need to set aside 24 hours, but I can help him physically change into the woman she was meant to be." Doctor Sloane considered it, then said, "Miss Elaine, if it weren't for your history of philanthropy and medical advances, I'd probably demand a little more information from you, but I'm willing to give you a shot. I'll contact my patient and arrange a meeting." "Please hurry. Speed is of the essence." The doctor did move quickly and later that evening, Elaine was back in the office. Doctor Sloane introduced her to Ashley, once Tyrone, Spears. Ashley seemed exactly what Elaine had asked for. She was 6'3" tall, with wide shoulders and classically male features. She was dressed in a simple blouse and skirt combo with a C cup that came from breastforms. She looked every bit a man in drag, and Elaine had a brief moment of nostalgia about her own days pre-APS. As soon as they met, Ashley said, "The doctor tells me you have something to help me with my transition? I hope you can help. The endocrinologist says I'll probably need surgery to remove my testicles before I'll gain any significant effect from the hormones." Elaine smiled. "Trust me. Before you know it, even you won't recognize the woman in the mirror. Now before we start, I do have a question, namely what are you aiming for? Some who transition just want the female shape, breasts, buttocks, and curves, and they know they won't be getting the sexual reassignment surgery. Are you one of these? Do you wish to retain your current genitalia?" Very quickly, Ashley said, "NO! I want to get rid of them. I'd... do it myself if I thought I could do it safely. Can you still help?" "Of course. I just need to know so that I give you the right stuff. Don't want to get rid of something you want to keep." Elaine got her bag and pulled out two bottles. After checking the labels, she put one back. She opened the one she kept and sniffed it. She said, "Yup, this is the right one. Hope you like the taste of oranges," as she handed it to Ashley. As the transsexual downed the mix, Elaine said, "Lie down on the couch. It's got a sedative. You'll sleep the night away as the solution acts." Ashley went over to the couch and lay down, asleep in seconds. Doctor Sloane asked, "Want to tell me now what this is all about?" "In the morning, after I've given her the other solution. Then you'll find my story believable." ************ THE NEXT DAY... Elaine and Doctor Sloane were waiting when Ashley awoke. The transsexual sat up and yawned. Only seconds later, her eyes snapped down and she started pressing the fabric of her skirt into her crotch. "It's gone!" she said ecstatically. As if to prove it to herself, she rubbed her hand over the flat, relatively speaking, space where her penis used to be. Finally, she lifted her skirt and slip and looked. Her panties weren't see-through, but there was clearly no male bulge within them. She said, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" jumped up, and threw her arms around Elaine's neck, hugging her in gratitude. Elaine hugged her back and said, "And it's not over yet." "It isn't?" "Nope. You'll need to remove those breastforms cause in five minutes you won't have space for them in your bra." "Seriously?" Elaine went to her bag. "Seriously." Ashley quickly unbuttoned the top of her blouse and yanked the breastforms out of her bra. Elaine returned and handed her the other bottle. Eager for the results, she greedily poured the contents down her throat. She handed the empty back and asked, "How long-" She stopped in mid-sentence, interrupted by the tingling in her body and chest. She looked down and watched in amazement as her chest grew, expanding to fill her bra and then some. When the tingling stopped, she cautiously lifted her hands to her bosom, almost afraid to touch them and risk making them disappear into the nothing they apparently grew from. She then looked up and said, "They're real." Elaine nodded. "You've now got the body you would've had if you were born female. Perhaps a bit taller, but face, waist, hips, arms, and legs are all now more feminine." Ashley looked around. "Is there a mirror around?" Doctor Sloane pointed to a door. "In my bathroom." Ashley ran in to get a good look at her new self. After a few seconds, she stepped out, twirled in place and said, "I'm beautiful. All I need is a new hairstyle to fit the new me." Elaine told her, "Hold off on a full salon trip. A side effect of the mixture is that your hair will grow out at a rate of one to two inches a day for the next two weeks. It'll destroy a good perm in short order." "Thanks." Doctor Sloane said, "Miss Spears, I'd like you to make an appointment with my secretary for a thorough exam." "Okay, doc." Elaine said, "Miss Spears, be careful. You now have a vagina. Treat it with care, otherwise you might get yeast infections, vaginal problems, or other such problems. If you have a close female friend you could confide in, ask her to instruct you in proper hygiene. If you don't, I'm sure Doctor Sloane can recommend someone." "I'll do that. And Miss Elaine?" "Yes?" Tears of joy came to Ashley's eyes. "Thank you." "Glad to be of service." Ashley left with a smile on her face. After she was gone, Doctor Sloane said, "That was quite amazing, Miss Mallone." Elaine smiled. "So you've figured out who I am. But for the record, I dropped the Mallone a long time ago." "Yes, the falling out you had with your family, and it wasn't hard to figure out who you were after your interest in Nathan Mallone and seeing that demonstration. So whatever happened to you?" "It's a long story, but the issue at hand is my friend. She needs help, and she, like me, has used my solutions to enact her change to her current self. If that came up as an issue in therapy, it might be hard to prove, and once done, it might be too much temptation to reveal it to the world. I know I can trust you, and for someone who deals in scientific secrets, that is trust hard earned." "And since I know you didn't have an abusive childhood, I can assume you're not speaking of yourself without admitting it." "No, I was never one to do that anyways." "No, you weren't. So who is my patient?" "A woman named Samantha Smith." "I've got an open block of time tomorrow at 2." "She'll be there." Elaine turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back. "Doctor, yesterday you called my case tragic. May I ask why?" "Because you were always too focused on the physical. It's not unusual amongst transsexuals. It's a side effect of being born in a body so physically at odds with their internal gender. But with you it was even more extreme. Perhaps it was because of your background in the physical sciences; maybe it was because your physical body seemed so resistant to giving up it's masculine shape. Whatever it was, you were too focused on the physical. It wasn't enough to just know you were a woman, you had to remake your body entirely. It drove you to great things, but it also kept you from accepting who you were for who you were. I don't know yet if that has changed, but I would like to talk to you about it." "I'll consider it, but right now, my first priority is my friend." "Understandable. May I ask you a question?" "Certainly." "Do you have a version of your mixture for female to male transsexuals?" "Not a mix specifically for them, but I can modify the existing mix for use by them. However, I do not have a mixture to change their genitalia. Growing a penis is easy enough, but closing off the vagina and growing a set of testicles, even simulated ones like Miss Spears' new simulated uterus, is a little trickier." "Simulated uterus? Can she get pregnant?" "Not without aid. She doesn't have ovaries, doesn't make eggs, and won't have periods. I am working on a way to create a viable endometrium so a zygote could be implanted and grow naturally. I should work out the final details within a week or two." "Amazing. One more thing." "Yes?" "Could you use the same formula you used on Ashley on a genetic woman? Take a plain woman and give her a beautiful body?" "With a few modifications. Why?" "Could you... use it on me?" "Why?" "I've always felt too plain. I'd like to know, even if only for a day, what being a physical beauty is like." "I could do that, but there's something you should know. My Aggressive Protein Strings, APS for short, require male hormones to work. In the case of a male to female transsexual, those hormones are already present, but in the case of a female to male, or a woman benefiting from the male to female, those hormones need to be added. Capsules of slow release hormones of my own devising can be placed into your arms. After 24 hours, you'll take my APS's and get new capsules. 24 hours after that, you'll need new capsules, but after that, you'll have your new body." "Okay." "Stop by my labs tomorrow after you get done at work. You do realize, though, that you're doing what you said I did. You're focusing too much on the physical." "Yeah, I know, but that's between me and my therapist." ************ TWO WEEKS LATER... Sam and Doctor Sloane, now looking like she stepped right out of a modeling show, stepped from Elaine's office. Sam felt much more comfortable at Elaine's mansion, so the doctor made a special exception and agreed to home visits for their twice weekly counseling session. As they walked, Janine stepped up and said, "I've got some news." Sam asked, "What is it?" Janine seemed hesitant, but eventually leaned over and whispered her news in the doctor's ear. The doctor said, "Go ahead. She needs to know." "Sam, your father... died last night. The funeral is planned for this next Sunday." Sam had cringed a bit at hearing of her father, but smiled a bit and said, "Thanks, Janine." After her friend had left, Sam said, "I hate that most of all. Everybody's treating me like a damn China doll, afraid I'm going to break down for the slightest reason." "It's because they love you and want to protect you." "I know, but it still gets on my nerves." "I'll talk to them about it. Do you know what you're going to do about your father's funeral?" "What's there to do?" "Are you going to go or not?" "I hadn't planned on it." "Time for some blunt honesty, Samantha. You've made some miraculous gains over the last couple weeks, but there's only so far we can go until you make a direct confrontation of your past. A live confrontation with your father would've been best, but that's no longer possible. You need to go to this funeral and face your past." "I... I'm not ready." "Yes, Sam, you are, particularly with your husband there to support you." "Is this really necessary?" "I believe so. We might be able to put this off, but facing a tombstone or urn full of ashes just won't have the same impact." Sam was hesitant, contemplating her next move. Finally, the doctor said, "Sam, it would take some juggling, but if you need extra help, I could go with you to the funeral." Sam made a decision and said, "No, that won't be necessary. If I'm going to do this, then it should just be me and James." "But you will do it?" Samantha gave her a weak smile. "I always did look good in black." ************ -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." J R D jrdss@pobox.alaska.net -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+