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  "I'd like to say no, absolutely not, but actually, I'm not
really sure," Joe admitted to the doctor things he didn't want to
admit to himself.  "My senses seem sharper now.  I feel things
differently.  I smell things I never did before.  My own sweaty
tee-shirt, from before the change, gave me the strangest feeling.
I don't know if it was sexual, but it could have been,"

     "Interesting," was all Dr. Krell said to that revelation.

     "When you look like this, it's impossible to relate to men the
same way as before," Joe said, thinking of his experience with his
best friend, Jay.  "I've tried, but it just doesn't work."

     "I think we can go down now," Dr. Krell said, and got up from
behind his desk.  "If you don't mind, I'd like to observe the
examination."

     "No, I guess not.  Sure.  Some on," Joe said nervously.  He
was actually somewhat glad Dr. Krell would be there.  He liked the
little man, and felt he could trust him.  He didn't know what was
going to happen next, and felt he knew him, even though they had
just met.  He followed Dr. Krell out the door.  Even with his
smaller body, he was maybe six inches taller than the doctor.  They
got on the elevator and rode down one floor.

     The door opened, and Dr. Krell went out and Joe almost had to
run to keep up with him.  They entered some doors, which were
painted with the words OBSTETRICS AND GYNECOLOGY.  As a single
male, Joe had never been in a place like this before.  He could
feel his heart pound as he stood at the desk behind Dr. Krell.  The
doctor said something to an attractive nurse behind the desk, and
she immediately got up and motioned for them both to follow.  She
led them to an examining room.  It had a chair, a stool, a table,
the type with stirrups, and a cabinet full of paraphernalia.  There
was a paper cover on the table, and on the end, the paper was
stained with a few drops of what looked like blood.  The nurse
spotted the soiled paper, pulled it down, and ripped it off,
creating a clean cover.  The nurse then went to a drawer, and
removed a hospital type smock, the kind that is open in the back.
She gave it to Joe, and told him to undress, pointing to a small
clothes tree in the corner which had three hangers on it.  Then she
and Dr. Krell left the room.

     Joe unzipped his jumpsuit, and sat on the stool at the end of
the table.  He removed his shoes and socks.  He quickly slipped out
of the jumpsuit, and felt very cold standing in his underwear.  He
looked at the little smock, and had to suppress a laugh.  Even with
his smaller size, it was far too small to cover much of his bottom
half, and his rear end would be completely uncovered.  "Right," he
thought.

     He removed his bra and slipped out of his panties.  He put the
little smock on, and wondered what to do next.  He decided to sit
on the edge of the table.  He hoisted his butt up, and was looking
at the stirrups when he heard a quick knock on the door.  Before he
could even acknowledge, a handsome man of about forty years entered
the little room, followed by the tall, dark-blond-haired nurse, and
Dr. Krell.

     Joe sat there, extremely self conscious.  Dr. Krell spoke.

     "Joe Bates, this is Doctor Joe Hopkins.  Joe, meet Joe," Dr.
Krell said, smiling broadly at his little attempt at humor.

     "Hi, Doctor Hopkins," Joe said.  Try as he might, he couldn't
forget he was sitting in a room, with two men and a woman, almost
naked, his butt hanging out from the little smock.

     "Hello, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said in a rather deep voice.  "I
hear you've had a very interesting weekend."

     "Yeah, it's been a grin a minute," Joe snapped back.

     "How about standing right here, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said.
"Maybe we can figure out what's going on with you."

     Joe stood before the big man.  Dr. Hopkins took each of Joe's
arms and looked at them, one at a time.  He looked at his hands,
his elbows, and took a small light, and looked into his eyes, and
ears.  He turned him facing away from him, and thumped, and pressed
on his back in various places.  So far, it was familiar to Joe.

     "Please remove the smock," Dr. Bates said.

     Joe untied the little tie behind his neck, and pulled the
cloth off of him.  He stood there, naked, and could feel the warmth
as he blushed from showing his body to these strangers.  He moved
his leg to cover his genitalia, embarrassed by Linda's trim job on
his pubic hair.  No one in the room seemed to notice, however.

     Dr. Hopkins firmly pressed Joe's breasts between his fingers.
He used enough force that the slight pain it caused made Joe wince.

     "Does that hurt?" Dr. Hopkins asked.

     "A little," Joe replied.  "They seem a little sensitive to
me."

     "More than normal?" the doctor asked, and then grinned when he
realized what he said.

     "They've felt the same ever since I've been like this," Joe
said.

     Dr. Hopkins looked carefully at Joe's nipples, and felt each
of his breasts, apparently feeling for lumps.  It felt strange to
Joe, to have such big, strong, hands feeling the soft, sensitive
areas of his body.

     "Please sit on the end of the table," Dr. Hopkins said.

     The nurse went to a small cabinet, and took out some metal
tools.  She lay them on a towel placed on a small rolling table.
Joe looked at the things on the table, but didn't recognize the
stainless steel, and white plastic tools on the table.  Dr. Hopkins
went to the table and took some surgical latex gloves from a box on
the table.  He carefully put them on.  When he had them on the way
he wanted, he picked up a shiny metal tool which looked sort of
like a huge cork remover with elongated spoons on the end.  He held
it up for Joe to examine.  Joe noticed that there were two of them,
and he picked up the larger of the two.

     "Joe, this is called a speculum," Dr. Hopkins said.  "I use
this to do the internal examination."  He moved the control on the
end, and the "spoons" on the end, spread apart.  Joe cringed as he
thought about where that thing was going.  It seemed far too big to
fit inside him.

     The nurse adjusted the table so that there was a slight tilt
upward to the head end.  Then she pulled Joe back, so that he was
lying back on the table, tilted.  She covered his body with a small
green sheet.  The warmth felt comforting to Joe, but he just knew
everyone in the room must be able to hear his heart pounding.  The
nurse pulled out and adjusted the metal stirrups and then placed
Joe's feet in them.  It was not uncomfortable, but it did seem
strange.  Suddenly, Joe felt the end of the table, the part under
his upper legs, go down, as Dr. Hopkins folded it down.  Joe's butt
was now at the very edge of the table, but the weight of his legs
was taken up by the stirrups.  Next, Joe felt cool air on his
bottom as Dr. Hopkins and the nurse adjusted the sheet so that his
bottom half was exposed.  Joe couldn't see much, since the sheet
concealed what was happening from his view.

     Joe felt a hand touch his crotch.  He felt smooth fingers
touching his genital area, as Dr. Hopkins examined it with firm but
gentle touches.  He could feel his labia being spread wider than he
had ever done, and he felt his penis, or clitoris now, being
examined.  Suddenly the touching stopped, and Joe thought, and
hoped, it was over.  Then, from over the sheet, Joe could see Dr.
Hopkins take a speculum, the smaller one this time, and put some
K-Y jelly from a large tube, on the spoons.  He held the spoons in
his hand momentarily, perhaps to warm them.  Then, Joe could feel
the speculum as Dr. Hopkins placed it at the entrance to his
vaginal opening.  Dr. Hopkins swiftly, but gently, maneuvered the
metal device, until Joe could more sense, rather than feel, that it
was deep inside him.  Suddenly there was a very noticeable pain, as
the speculum was spread.  Joe never felt more vulnerable in his
life.

     As he lay there, covered with a sheet, Joe was unable to see
what was being done to him, but was feeling a slight pain, as the
metal object in his crotch was moved around.  Joe began to think
about something he had read somewhere, that some women tended to
develop special feelings for their doctors.  Now, Joe could
understand why.  These guys saw, and knew, things about your body,
that you couldn't even see yourself.  It was almost like you were
dependent on them to tell you that you were normal.  He never felt
that way about his male body.  This one was far more complicated,
it seemed.  You even needed a specialist, just to check it out.

     Suddenly, Joe felt the speculum collapse and withdraw from his
bottom.  The stretching it had done made him feel strange in that
area, even with the tool removed.  Before Joe had recovered from
the quick removal of the speculum, he felt a finger in his genital
opening.  "What the heck is going on now?" he thought.

     Dr. Hopkins felt around inside Joe, pressing on his abdomen
with his other hand as he did so.  Joe could feel him pressing on
his bladder, and for a moment had a strong urge to urinate.  Then
the hand on his abdomen went to his bottom, and he felt Dr. Hopkins
insert a finger in his other opening.  He probed and felt around,
and Joe found it very uncomfortable.  Then the hands and fingers
were gone, and Joe could see Dr. Hopkins remove the surgical gloves
and toss them into a covered waste can.

     "You can dress now, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said as he took a
clipboard, and started writing on it.

     The tall nurse helped Joe up, and held the sheet as he turned
and stepped off the table.  She gave Joe a box of large, soft
tissues.

     "You can use these if you need them," she said, and she
followed Doctors Hopkins and Krell out of the examining room.

     Joe sat there, wrapped in the small green sheet, his crotch
feeling like it had been ripped apart.  He pulled the sheet away,
and looked at the tender area.  His genitalia and pubic hair were
smeared with the lubricating jelly that Dr. Hopkins used.  Joe
looked at the table where he had been sitting and saw a spot of
blood on the paper.  "No wonder," Joe thought.  He took a tissue
and began cleaning himself up, wiping the jelly from his pubic
area, and found a slight trace of blood around his sore, and
abused, genital opening.

     Joe went to the clothes tree, and took his underwear from the
hook.  He pulled his panties on, and felt a slight twinge of pain
as he moved his legs with the snug fitting panty on, but he felt
better, more secure, or less exposed.  He put the bra on and
slipped into his jumpsuit.  He wondered if he should leave the
room, and decided to wait where he was for further instructions.
Joe sat in the chair, and squirmed around to find a position that
didn't hurt his ailing bottom.  He had just found a comfortable
position, when the nurse knocked and immediately entered.

     "If you're dressed, Dr. Hopkins would like you to come to his
office," she said, smiling.  "Did you have everything you need to
clean up?  There's a bathroom right inside that door." She pointed
at a door as Joe followed her down the short hall.

     "I think I'm okay," Joe said.  "Kinda sore though."

     "Yeah, it's a little painful the first time," the nurse said.

     Joe followed her back to her desk, and then into an office on
the side of what must have been a reception and waiting area for a
number of doctors.  Now, five or six women sat in the couches that
lined the walls, apparently waiting their turn for what Joe just
received.

     Dr. Hopkins was at his desk when Joe entered.  Dr. Krell was
sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk, and they were
engaged in discussion.  Dr. Hopkins motioned for Joe to sit in
the other empty seat.  He did, but wiggled around, trying to get
comfortable.  His underwear seemed to ride up, or something, and
amplified his minor discomfort.

     "Is there a problem, Joe?" Dr. Hopkins asked.

     "Well, doc, I guess I'm a little sore from your inspection,"
Joe said, with a slight grin.

     "I'm sorry, but I was as careful as I could be," Dr. Hopkins
said.

     "Any news?" Joe asked.  He wondered what the results might be.

     "Well, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said, "I don't know how you feel
about this, but my examination reveals that you seem to be a
normal, healthy, mature female.  I see from your records that you
are thirty years old.  I must say, you certainly don't look that
old, externally, or internally.  Your pelvic examination is
somewhat unusual.  Internally, your condition is more like fifteen
to eighteen years old, rather than thirty.  Your uterus is perfect,
and pink, like a young girl just out of adolescence.  Your breast
development is normal female, with some slight stretching of the
epidermis.  I suppose that is because of the extremely rapid
growth.  Overnight, I understand?"

     "I didn't notice anything when I went to bed, and I looked
like this when I woke up," Joe said.  "Can you do anything for me?"

     "What do you like us to do?" Dr. Hopkins asked, watching Joe's
reaction.

     "I don't know.  I feel like I'm still a man, but I sure can't
resume my normal activities, looking like this.  Do I have to
remain female?" Joe asked the ultimate question.

     "Well, Joe," Dr. Krell began, "you have probably heard of
surgical procedures to change the body's physical appearance to
that of the other sex.  After hormone therapy, usually lasting a
year or more, it is possible to alter the appearance of the
genitalia, so that it has the appearance of the desired sex.  For
a biological male who has the need and desire to have a female
appearing body, the results are often amazing.  It can sometimes
even fool a doctor.  However, for a biological female who wishes to
be male, the surgical procedure is far from perfect.  Any penis
created is basically nonfunctional, with little or no sensation.
There is no natural erectile functioning, and it's difficult to
make it function even for urination, since it is often prone to
infection.  Many patients don't even elect genital surgery, but
settle for hysterectomy, and mastectomy.  Hormone therapy will
often give a satisfactory outward male appearance, however.  For
you, who actually have experienced a complete, functioning male
body, I think you would be very disappointed with any result, no
matter how it would turn out."

     "So I'm stuck being female, unless I want to become a
hermaphrodite?" Joe asked, wondering if he really understood what
Dr. Krell had just said.

     "Well, Joe, I wouldn't word it like that," Dr. Krell went on,
"but I guess that's one way of describing it.  I don't think you
would be happy with the result.  I know it isn't easy, but you seem
to be adapting to what has happened to you very well.  I don't
think it would be any easier for you, if you elect gender reassign-
ment."

     "So you guys think I should stay like this, huh?" Joe asked,
a strange feeling coming over him.  His face tingled as he
considered his options.

     Female... He had lived four days like this so far.  Sometimes,
it wasn't so bad, but to stay like this?  Could he handle it?  On
the other hand, to look like a guy, but not have a penis, or at
least a functioning penis.  Hell, he might still have to sit
to pee.  He thought of the feelings, the sensations of being with
Linda, but then, he still had that.  It was different, for sure,
but in many ways, even better.  He didn't know.

     "Can I get pregnant?" Joe asked.

     "I haven't done any testing for fertility, but I suspect you
very likely could," Dr. Hopkins said.  "I believe you are now a
mature and functioning female, and as such, you'd better use
adequate contraception if you should choose to become sexually
active.  By the way, your hymen is intact.  I had to stretch it a
bit during the examination, but I believe it remained intact."

     "You mean I'm a virgin?" Joe asked.  He had never thought
about that.

     "Well, I don't know about that," Dr. Hopkins answered,
chuckling, "but your pelvic exam showed an intact hymen.  That's
not too common for a woman of your age.  I have a question for you,
too."

     "Sure, what?" Joe asked.

     "Was your penis circumcised?" Dr. Hopkins asked.

     "Well... Yeah, why do you ask?"  Joe was curious about why he
wanted to know.

     "Well, I observed some unusual scar tissue around your
clitoral area," Dr. Hopkins said.  "I had never seen that before,
but we decided that it might be carry-over from penile circumcision.
I don't think anyone on record has ever experienced what you have."

     "Will it cause problems for me?" Joe asked.

     "If it doesn't hurt, or cause irritation, I doubt it," Dr.
Hopkins answered.  "Physically, your clitoris is missing the little
hood, called the prepuce, that it normally would retract into, or
under.  The extra exposure may cause discomfort during intercourse,
or when wearing tight clothes.  I don't know.  Since you've always
been like this, since the change, you may not notice anything at
all.  Cosmetically, I doubt anyone but a gynecologist or maybe a
sharp general practitioner would even notice.  I wouldn't worry
about it."

     Joe thought about what he looked like in the hand mirror; the
little sensitive bundle of flesh at the top of his opening.  Linda
didn't look like that, but he decided it was probably the least of
his problems.

     "What about my life, my job?" Joe asked.  "Hell, I'm a thirty
year old man, an engineer, and a pilot.  All my records, my
identification, show me to be male.  What can I do about that?" He
didn't know what he wanted to do, but he knew he needed more
information.

     "Don't worry about that, Joe," Dr. Krell assured him.
"Whatever you choose to do, it will be possible to change your
records, even your birth certificate, if you need it.  I'm not sure
about your military records, however."

     "So what do I do next?" Joe asked.  He hadn't known what to
expect, but he had more questions now, than answers.

     "Well, I think we need to find out what has caused these
symptoms in you, and your two friends," Dr. Krell said.  "We'd like
to run more tests on you.  Could get you to come to San Diego where
there are more facilities to do research into your condition?"

     "What can you do there that you can't do here?" Joe asked.

     "I don't really know if there is anything anyone can do for
you, Joe," Dr. Krell said, "but we need to find out just what has
happened, and just what caused it.  Then we might, and it would be
a big might, we might be able to somehow reverse your condition.
If we were to alter your appearance with surgery, I don't think you
would be pleased with the result, and it would surely leave you
disfigured. If you possibly can, I advise that you try to live with
what you now have, at least for a while.  I realize it isn't easy,
but none of your other options are, either.  I would recommend that
you consult a therapist, if you're having any difficulty coping
with the changes.  I might add, you seem to be doing quite well, so
far."

     "If I decide to stay this way, at least for now, what will I
have to do to get my records changed?" Joe asked.

     "If you will come to my office in San Diego, I have all the
information you need, and there is a group of people to help, who
are familiar with the legal requirements for Arizona," Dr. Krell
replied.

     "How did they get familiar with my requirements already?" Joe
asked, since as far as he knew, he was the first person he had ever
heard of with his problem.

     "You might be surprised at the number of gender dysphoric
persons who elect gender reassignment," Dr. Krell answered.  "Only
they take years to get where you are now, but then they face the
same obstacles, after the reassignment surgery.  We see well over
a hundred every year."

     It had never really occurred to Joe there were people on the
street, maybe people he knew, who had once been a different sex.
He didn't think he had ever seen anyone like that.  He felt sorry
for anyone who felt they had such a problem, since he now knew what
it was like to have the wrong body.

     "I didn't realize there were that many people who changed
their sex," Joe said.  "I wonder why I've never seen any of them."

     "How do you know you haven't?" Dr. Krell said.  "I know of at
least one that you've seen."

     "Really, I sure don't remember seeing anyone like that," Joe
said, slightly amazed.

     "I wouldn't normally say anything, but I know she won't mind.
I know you've met Dr. Hopkins' nurse, Karen Simpson," Dr. Krell
said with a grin.  "When I first met her, her name was Keith.  That
was just four years ago."

     Joe was shocked, and impressed.  He had never even considered
that the tall, friendly, and very attractive nurse could have been
anything but a natural woman.  She looked, walked, and even sounded
like any other good looking female.  So she was once a guy too.

     "YOU made him... err... her look like THAT?" Joe asked
incestuously.

     "Well, I helped HER get her body in line with what she
considers to be HER normal gender," Dr. Krell said proudly.
"Hormones did most of the work, and a morning on the operating
table did the rest.  I didn't make her a woman, I just helped her
to get a woman's body." He was obviously proud of his work.

     "But you can't do anything like that for me, huh?" Joe asked.

     "Joe, I think I could make you pass as a man in public," Dr.
Krell answered, "but I am sure that you would not be pleased with
the cosmetic, and function, of the phalloplasty.  It is just a lot
harder to create working male parts, and you had a real penis, so
you would be expecting something like that, and that I absolutely
cannot give you.  Again, I recommend that you try to live with what
you've got.  If it becomes intolerable, then let's talk about
alternatives," Dr. Krell smiled as he spoke.

     "Well, maybe that's what I have to do," Joe said.  "I'll give
it a shot."

     "Good choice," Dr. Krell said.  "Now, I think we need to call
your employer, what is it... Honeybone Electronics?"

     "That's Honeybone Avionics," Joe said, correcting him.  "We
design, and manufacture aviation electronics of all types,
navigation radios, computers, flight management systems, and a lot
of other stuff for Civil and Military aviation."  He was trying to
figure out who to call.

     "If you will give me the number, I'll call them, and explain
what we need from them," Dr. Krell said.

     Joe gave him the switchboard number, and told Dr. Krell to ask
for Jim Matheney, his supervisor.  Dr. Krell dialed the number, and
in a few moments, he was talking to Jim Matheney.

     "Good morning, Mr. Matheney, my name is Dr. Benjamin Krell,"
he said.  "I have three of your employees here at the hospital, and
we have uncovered some unusual symptoms in them.  I feel that the
problems may be job related.  I hope you can help us figure out
what is wrong with them."

     "That really is understating the problem," Joe thought, "but
maybe that's the best way to start."

     "Yes, sir, that's who it is," Dr. Krell said into the phone,
"and I would prefer not to discuss their symptoms over the phone.
Yes, sir, it would be good if you could come here, to Hillcrest.
Yes, Dr. Krell, fourth floor.  Two o'clock this afternoon would be
fine.  See you after lunch, then.  Bye."  Dr. Krell had quickly
started the ball rolling.

     Just as Dr. Krell hung up the phone, there was a knock on his
office door.  "Come in," Dr. Krell said.  The door opened, and
nurse Karen Simpson looked in.

     "Dr. Krell, the other two patients are here from downstairs,"
she said, smiling.  Joe looked carefully at her, and was trying to
imagine her as a man.  He couldn't.  Dr. Krell saw him staring at
the nurse.

     "Please have them wait outside for a moment," Dr. Krell told
her.  Joe continued to watch her, and it was slightly obvious he
was curious.  "Karen, do you have plans for lunch?" Dr. Krell asked
the nurse.

     "Not really, I thought I'd just go out, maybe over to Wendy's
for a salad.  It seems I really have to watch my calories," she
said with a quick grin.

     "Well, Joe here is free for a couple of hours," Dr. Krell
said, "and I think he wouldn't mind buying you lunch.  I've told
him a little about you, and I think you two might have something in
common."  It was plain that he and Karen had a mutual admiration
for each other.

     "Sure, Joe, let's go, if you're ready," she said, holding out
her hand in greeting.  "My name is Karen Simpson.  I've read your
records, so I know you're Joe Bates."

     Karen and Joe shook hands like two guys meeting for the first
time.  Joe liked the pretty nurse the first time he saw her, and
now that he knew her unusual past, he wanted to get to know her.
As he stood next to her, he saw that she was even a little taller
than he was.

     "Nice to meet you, Karen, let's get something to eat," Joe
said, as they walked out the door.

     "Be sure to be back by one thirty, Joe," Dr. Krell ordered as
they went out the door.


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