Early the next morning Jean and the Dr. came in, after asking how I was feeling and listening to my complaints, they started snipping at the bandages. They released the ones around my waist first, and the doctor stopped to comment that it was healing nicely and you couldn't even tell the difference, after the redness left and the hair grew back.

"What difference, between nothing and nothing."

"No negative attitude Jim," Jean warned.

"The difference between nothing except scars, and a perfectly formed and lovely female organ," added the Doctor.

I couldn't come up with a witty repartee to that one so I just laid back and grumbled some more.

They released some bandages that I hadn't noticed before, and didn't really prepare myself for. They were around my chest. I had felt the bulkiness of course, but with all the rest of the damage I hadn't even considered the possibility that I would be given breasts too.

"Lovely," said Jean, “you'll really be able to fill out those dresses and all that other “crap.”

"Jean, don't tease him, now."

"Sorry, doctor. I think that he'll be pleased with your work when he cheers up." Then she added as an afterthought. "We've both been using the wrong terminology any way, I should have said when she cheers up."

SHE... ME . . . SHE!!! I was struck by that little word and I realized this doctor had with his skill, cut away everything that was ever mascu- line and replaced it with the SHE things that were to be mine for the the rest of my life!

Mindless of my silence, they started to clip at the bandages on my face, starting at the neck and moving slowly peeling back the whiteness. I was instructed to close my eyes and the rest of the bandages were re- moved. I opened my eyes slowly, and the shades had been drawn to make the room darker, to make the opening easier. As my eyes became adjusted to the light the blinds were opened slowly.

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