"The transplanting of your brain, darling, had to be. You know that. There was no other hope. Yes, you're a girl physically. And a pretty one. I'm anxious to get this girl out of bed and home. Ready to get up now?" I let what she said sink into me for a minute. "I'm a girl. But my mind is still a boy. What kind of a life do I face?" The knowledge that I had to get up now and begin life as a female, and in front of my girl friend was something that I had to face — regardless.

"I guess I am as ready as I'll ever be, Julie. I sure feel peculiar though, knowing that I'm in a new body and I'm afraid to even look at myself."

"Just accept the fact that you are going to look feminine, and pretty. It won't be the first woman's body you have seen or touched, I'm sure. All you can do is face the facts. Let me get your clothing from the closet and then I will help you sit up so we can dress you." She went over to a closet to do this, while I stole a look downward for the first time. Protruding from under the bed sheet that covered me were twin mounds. My hands were under the same sheet, so when I saw she was yet busy, I felt and touched them. They were full and firm. She turned in time to see me with both hands on my breasts and laughed. “I'm jealous of that, darling. You're better equipped in that respect than I am." Although it embarrassed me, I smiled at her.

She laid the clothing over the foot of the bed, and then she pulled the sheet back, caught me under the shoulder and helped me to a sitting position, so that my feet were hanging over the edge of the bed. I felt all right, I assured her. I noticed that I was clothed in a white hospital gown that ended at my knees. "Let's get that sack off, and get you in a pretty nightgown," she encouraged. Catching the shapeless thing at the hem she pulled it gently over my head and I was nude. I knew it with- out looking, and I didn't intend to look while I was in her presence.

"Slip your arms in this darling," she coaxed and it was a brassiere. I did as directed and remained still as she brushed against me to fasten it behind my back. Next she held a soft looking gown out and assisted me into it. The matching pink panties came next. It was necessary for my feet to be on the floor to pull these over my hips. Once they were in place, and the gown was lowered, I felt better. She helped me on with a pink thing she called a negligee and then had me to sit down so she could fix my face.

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