This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
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I awoke the next morning and felt better than I had in a long time. Apparently giving a stranger a handjob while masturbating is an amazing stress reliever. I jumped into the shower and stood there letting the hot water flow over my body. Using the washcloth I soaped up my body before finally I just started to explore. Running my fingers across my breasts, pinching and gently twisting my nipples. Down my stomach and between my legs, feeling how slick I was, the walls of my pussy grasping at my fingers. Down my legs marveling at how smooth my skin felt before coming back up caressing my firm ass. Letting my fingers slip between the cheeks of my ass I began to probe and slide my fingers into my asshole, definitely a pleasant feeling I would be returning to. Finally rinsing off I wrapped myself in a towel before stepping out into the room to discover a pile of clean clothes on the bed. While I was drying off I kept looking at myself in the mirror and it took me a minute to realize what was missing. I used to have tattoos on both my shoulders and they were gone. I slipped into the matching black silk bra and panties and was pleasantly surprised at how good the fabric felt on my skin. Quickly getting dressed in the shorts and a tank top I opened the door before pulling on the socks and sneakers I spotted under the bed.
A few minutes later Dr. Jameson walked in with an Air Force major that I assumed was my lawyer. The major was accompanied by a tech sergeant who seemed to be in charge of carrying everything. "Ahh Sara you're up," Dr. Jameson said, "Excellent. This is Major Richmond and Sergeant Majors. They are here from the base to help you get started with rejoining the world. So how are you feeling today? I just wanted to let you know based on your test results it looks like you will be out of here tomorrow morning. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great Doc," I said, "Is there somewhere private the Major and I can sit down and discuss matters?" He gave us directions to an empty conference room a couple of floors down and we headed off. After stopping at the hospital Starbucks, which I had never heard of but the major insisted upon, we settled in the conference room and got to work. Most of the paperwork was surprisingly straight forward, even the legal name change was being expedited to the front of the line. We were there a couple of hours but by the time we finished the major said he had an appointment with a federal judge that afternoon and everything would be taken care of. I could get my new ID cards as soon as he brought me my paperwork in the morning. No time was being wasted to make sure I had nothing to complain about. I even knew where my ten years of paychecks had gone. Today was starting to be an excellent day.
After Major Richmond left I headed down to the cafeteria to get some lunch. I was munching on a not totally horrible sandwich when Tiffany showed up with several Victoria's Secret bags and plopped down next to me. "I see you already dug into the clothing stack," she said her lower lip stuck out in a pout, "and here I was going to bring you something comfy to wear under your clothes."
"These were on my bed when I got out of the shower," I said, "I thought you asked someone to put these out for me. The underwear is lace and matching." When she started shaking her head I realized where the clothes came from. "Never mind," I said, "I know who left them."
"Who, who was it," she asked?
"My late-night visitor," I said smiling behind my sandwich.
Tiffany's eyes flew open as she caught my meaning. "Do I even want to know what you did? Wait a second, yes I do but not here. Let's go check out the rest of the clothes and we can go through them. Did you find out when you are being discharged?" Walking back up to the floor I let her know I was being discharged tomorrow once I had all my new paperwork.
I was stunned at how much clothing they had on hand for me. They had converted an unused storage space into a wardrobe. I knew just from looking at it there was a lot I would never wear but I could at least see it went to someone who needed it. Growing up I had always been a jeans and t-shirt kind of person, I guess with my new life even that might be changing. I let Tiffany pick me out an outfit for tomorrow and I was going to have to figure out how to transport the rest.
Heading back to my room we ran into my mom as she was coming off the elevator. Giving her a hug and introducing Tiffany she followed us to my room. Surprisingly Dr. Jameson was waiting for me when we got there. "Ahh Sara, I'm glad you are here. There were a few things we needed to discuss before you are discharged tomorrow."
"Ok Doc, let's have it. Nothing you can't say in front of my mom or Tiffany."
"Very well then, first of all, and I am sure this will be a relief, you don't have to worry about having a monthly cycle. Whatever the retrovirus was it left your ovaries incapable of producing eggs so you are completely infertile. Other than that you have received a completely clean bill of health from every department that has seen you. I am however going to recommend you see Dr. Michelle Hanson, she specializes in gender reassignment and sexuality and while your case is unique I think it might help. Also, I want you to return for blood work every six weeks for the next six months. If there are no changes then we can see about longer periods between visits. Your situation is so incredibly unique I want you to be sure to follow up. I also received a phone call from Major Richmond and he will be sending Sergeant Majors over first thing in the morning with your paperwork. He said no later than nine a.m. so we can work on discharging you about that time. Any questions?"
I'd glanced at my mom when he mentioned the infertility and I was pretty sure they had already known. I suppose she was disappointed knowing there wouldn't be any grandchildren and I found myself strangely torn at the thought. I guess the part of me that was so accepting of being female was disappointed and yet the part that was still male was thrilled. "Doc, is there any reason why I couldn't be discharged tonight?"
"Well I would prefer to keep you under observation for another night but no there's no reason we couldn't discharge you now."