87Myself.
Why me? How the hell had i gotten into this mess!? This was so unfair!
Again, i tried to look away, but my curiousity drove me back each time. The resemblances were striking and weird. The differences were obvious, caught my stomach in a cold iron fist each time i looked at them and seemed to get worse and worse as they went down. I could handle the face; it was pretty and feminine and had a splatter of little freckles across the nose that hadnt been there before, but it was still me, deep down it was still my face. My lips were full and red though and my usual short black hair now hung about my waist. Somehow the doctors had significantly widened my hips- dont know how- but they ached like nothing on earth.
If I were to be poetic, I could have said my skin was like silk, my hair like black satin, but i wasnt really in that sort of a mood right then. Plus I hate poetry.
My gaze moved down to my breasts. They were pert, smooth, pretty much perfect in every way. Hundreds of tiny drops of sweat, born of a day's warm sleep, clung to the smooth skin. Light streaming in from the streetlamp outside made them glow gently- a perfect tan, a porn stars dream.
In the cold room, my nipples stook out like fucking coat hangers.
I looked even lower, past the toned stomach and the cute little belly button, and the full horror of the situation kicked in.
Of course, deep down, a little voice was saying how interesting this could be if i gave it a chance. But it was a very small voice, very deep down, and im sure it was very high and very nasal.
Ike knocked at the door.
"Hey? you Ok in there?" came his voice.
"Just a sec."
My old clothes- which i'd worn as a boy and would soon need to replace- were laid out on one of the cheap plastic chairs that lined the wall. I dressed quickly,- my hands shaking as i pulled them on- and opened the door a crack. I felt highly self-conscious as my T-shirt, an army green one with the words 'stoned' over it, grew tight about my chest.
The noise of the hospital flowed into the small, dark room- the shouts, the beeps. The sharp smell of medication and antiseptic replaced the cigarette and coffee smell of this small room. Ike smiled in.
"Hi," he said with his immortal grin. " I think your dad's out killing someone. He's in A&E with a butchers knife."
Ike- still able to make jokes at a time like this. Almost heroic in a way, but then he took everything as a joke. He'd always said that if you didnt laugh you'd cry. At the moment, I really felt like doing the later.
"So can i come in?" he asked.
"Do you mind if my nipples are sticking through my shirt?" I asked with weary humor, as i pulled back the door and let him. He gave me a quick once over as he passed- I'm sure i would have done the same but it was iritating all the same.
"Not at all. You know that was fucking funny what happened at the-"
"-Im sure it was."
"Man, you should have seen the look on your face when you realised."
"Please just shut up for a minute," I groaned. I couldn't believe he was being so...insensitive.
He held up his hands in subvision.
"Geez. Sorry, ok? I just thought-...you must be tired, right?"
I nodded."Shattered. And starving. But I cant eat nothing till i go back into theatre."
"What?"
-oh, shit. It's that smile again, the worried one they give you before they hit you with a life changing fact. And never life changing for the good. Here it comes...-
"Didn't they tell you?"
"Tell me what?!"
"Oh, man. I cant belive they didn't tell you."
"What, Ike?!"I nearly screamed.
Ike paused and looked at me odly. I could almost see the cogs turning in his head, slow and rusty as they might be, and i knew the thoughts they were churning out.
"Maybe you should sit down,"he said. "You see you got some other kids apointment card or something, right? Some weird kid who wanted to be a girl. And he was having genetic therapy too."
"To give him female genes?"
"Erm, yeah. Well, you got that treatment, and..." He paused to inhale deeply and dramatically through his teeth. "Well now they cant turn you back-"
"What!?" I cried, leaping out of my chair.
"Whoa! Whoa! Let me finish, OK? I was gonna say that they cant turn you back for a few months. Not untill your genes have setled down again."
"A few months? What about my GCSEs? What about Sarah?"
Before that smile could flourish once more as his head filled with scenarios of me and my girlfriend, Sarah, I turned and stormed out of the room. I was going to find my dad. Then I was going to sue the NHS for everything they had.
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This is hard. On one hand -my right one- I sort of want to rush it and get to the saucy love scenes between the two of 'em. On the other i want to write it properly and with description and all that. Also i got an email from a very nice person saying i was rushing. Sorry if i drag things out too long.