Chapter I
Dream come true
Larry floated to the surface of consciousness, disoriented and confused. Where was he? The room slowly came into focus and memory started to return. The room was bright with afternoon sun, clinically bright, white, and clean. He was in hospital and he began to remember why.
A door opened and a smiling nurse entered. "You're back with us I see. Don't move just yet. You have a catheter draining your urine and we don't want it dislodged do we?" She stood by the bed, alongside the small trolley she had brought in which held a thermometer, blood pressure monitor, and other medical odds and ends. "Just relax and 'go with the flow' until the anaesthetic is fully out of your system. I guess you have a mouth like the bottom of a parrot's cage, well once Dr Mendez has given the all clear you can have a drink. He should be here any minute." She busied herself checking him over. "Your 'vitals' are fine." She said, replacing the tools of her trade on the trolley.
The door opened a second time and a dapper moustached, white coated figure entered. "Ah this is Dr Mendez Mr Soames." The Dr gave a small bow and smiled. "He's recovering fine Dr so I'll leave you, but I'm only at the desk outside the door if you need me."
The Dr checked Larry's pulse, examined his pupils and pronounced him 'Recovering nicely'. "I know it's been over 24 hours since you've eaten but we won't push our luck. Fluids only until tomorrow I'm afraid. I'll leave instructions with nurse Perero on my way out and I'll see you tomorrow." With that he left, waving casually.
Nurse Perero returned with a jug of iced fruit juice and a tumbler. "OK Mr Soames, let's see if we can sit up shall we?" Why did nurses always use 'we'. She helped him to a semi-sitting position and gave him sips from the tumbler.
The effort left him surprisingly tired, and his head spinning. "Just lie back and relax. You'll probably drop off to sleep again now which is just fine. Is there anything I can do for you?" He was becoming so sleepy he couldn't think of a think. Had there been a sedative the drink? Who cared? "No thank you he," murmured".
"Well, I'm right outside if you need anything. Just push this button." She placed the small alarm unit in his hand but he was already on the way to the 'land of Nod'.
The following morning he awoke refreshed and feeling almost back to normal. After a few minutes a new nurse appeared, and after the usual 'vital signs' checks offered to bring him hot water and washing materials. He found sitting up unaided no problem, though a slight tugging between his legs reminded him of the catheter, and after a good wash and shave felt fine.
After breakfast Dr Mendez appeared. His examination this time included a careful inspection of the surgery he had performed the day before. "Fine, he declared everything settling nicely. Well leave the catheter in place until the site has healed in a few days. If you need to empty your bowels the nurse will help you with a commode. You must keep scrupulously clean down there so as not to infect your relocated Urethra. You may get up and move around as soon as you feel like it, but don't overdo it and I'll see you again tomorrow when we can have a long discussion about your surgery and what to expect in the near future. Keep a note of any queries you think of and I'll answer them then if I can. Bye for now," and he left smiling.
The nurse returned."Dr Mendez says you're doing fine. If you want to get up give me a buzz. I'll help you the first time so you don't get tangled up in the plumbing she joked. You'll probably feel a bit unsteady anyway."
She fussily straightened his bed sheets, fluffed his pillows and went out.
As he lay there, the realisation of what had happened began to dawn on him. He had to know but was almost afraid to find out. Slowly he felt downwards over his abdomen, lower until he encountered a thin strip of surgical tape. No bandages or heavy dressings. No drain tubes. There was nothing else. He suddenly checked, heart pounding. THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE. He carefully felt between his legs moving toward his butt and located the catheter, just in front of his Anus. From now on the opening that it was temporarily draining would be his 'Peehole'. Dr Mendez had done it then, exactly as Larry had asked.
He felt surprisingly numb in his loins, but that was nothing compared to the excitement he felt at being as he had wanted to be, for as long as he could remember. He cautiously lifted the bed clothes and saw exactly what his fingers had told him to expect, and what he thought he would never see.
He buzzed for the nurse who helped him out of bed and into a chair. "Walk around if you like Mr Soames, but if you do, don't forget to take the cradle holding your urine bag with you. If you want to leave the room it's OK but tell me if you plan on leaving the ward." He strolled around the ward, sat in the lounge and read the month old magazines for a while, ate and drank normally and even managed a shower. Toward evening Dr Mendez arrived and together they returned to his room. He stood whilst Dr Mendez examined his handiwork and pronounced himself pleased with the result and the speed with which it was healing. "O.K. Mr Soames lets sit and talk." He said at last.
They settled into the only two chairs in the room. "How does it feel down there?" He asked, nodding towards larry's groin.
"Strange, not what I expected, although I don't actually know what I expected. The end of my Penis seems detached from the rest, floating somehow."
Dr Mendez nodded. "Don't worry. How it feels now is temporary. We wanted to use the smallest possible incision through which to introduce your Penis into your scrotum. This meant a bit of squeezing and pushing, as well as some stretching of the skin of the Scrotum over the top of your Penis in order to get as much as possible inside before we sutured it closed. At the moment a lot of what you feel is a result of this trauma, and local anaesthetic which has not fully worn off. It will change in the coming days."
"How long will it take to 'stabilise'? I won't say 'get back to normal', that's the last thing I want," asked Larry grinning.
"Well" said Dr Mendez "From the medical standpoint your Penis is in the perfect healing environment. Protected from germs and infection, bathed in sterile body fluids at body temperature, give or take a degree or two and cushioned from shock and injury. I would say, what it feels like forty eight hours from now is what you can expect long-term. After all, we did little invasive surgery on your Penis, only an incision on top, near the base to receive the scrotal skin where it enters your Scrotum, and that is mostly external" He paused "If you've no more questions for the moment I'll see you again in a couple of days and if everything continues to progress as it is now we can remove the catheter and sutures and think about discharging you. In the meantime if you have any concerns you can always contact me by asking a nurse." With that he shook hands and left Larry to ponder his new situation.
The two days passed uneventfully and as Dr Mendez had predicted the sensation in his genitals subtly changed to what was to become the new 'Norm' for him.
