Kamp Korrection

6: Elizabeth

Slowly rousing from his sleep Bruce looked round the room, his eyes not quite able to focus. He could tell from the white sterile environment that he was in some sort of medical facility. It was then that he became aware that he was lying on a hospital bed, not the examination table that he remembered.

As consciousness slowly dawned, he saw a multimodal monitor beeping beside the bed and cables and tubes running to his body. <<Have I have had an accident or something?>>, he questioned in his head.

His attention quickly switched to his tummy, <<I'm hungry, is it breakfast time?>>, he wondered. <<But my stomach feels strangely full, at the same time.>> It didn't make sense, but not much did. He lay there sure that he hadn't had any breakfast, or lunch perhaps - he was unaware of time.
Lifting his arms to rub the sleep out of his eyes, something felt different, but he couldn't quite work out what. As he rubbed his eyes and put his arm back down, that's when it struck him – there in front of him, under the bed covers, were two unmistakable bumps.

Panic! His mind went haywire. His first thought was, <<OMG I'm wearing Felicities bra and I'm in hospital!>> This was quickly dispensed with, as he put a hand onto his shoulder and didn't find a bra strap.

He took his hand off his shoulder and tentatively lifted the bed linen up. Unmistakably, under the pink paper hospital gown, were the twin peaks of two nicely proportioned breasts, and they seemed to be attached to him. He hovered his hands above them, but was hesitant to actually touch them. He had to know; so he slowly lowered his hands to touch them. <<Oh My God – they are real, and they're attached to me!>>

<<Could it really have come true? Did my fairy godmother really grant my wish?>>, he thought somewhat sceptically, as he vaguely remembered hearing the words 'fairy godmother' when he was being analysed. He lifted the sheets up higher and looked further down his body. The gown was lying close to his groin and, from the they way it lay, there was no obvious bulge.

<<I'm still in a dream. This isn't real!>>, he thought, <<But try not to wake up, for as long as you can.>>

Lying there, mind in hyperdrive he heard movement outside the room. The door opened and Dr Frauenfeld walked in.

"You're awake – that was quick.", she said, "I have got some good news for you."

"It's okay doctor – I'm in a dream. I'll be awake later but not yet, this is too good a dream to wake up from.", he said with a voice that wasn't quite his.

Dr F: "You're not dreaming Beth. Whatever you're feeling; whatever you've noticed; it is real."

"Did you just called me Beth? How could you know that? That's my transitioning name."

Dr F: "Beth, your dream has come true – you are a girl now. Relax, lye back and give it time - it'll take a bit to sink in."

"But what about Kamp Korrection? Dad will go ape shit – I was sent here for correction! I'll be disowned - homeless!", squealed Beth in a voice at least an octave higher than Bruce's old voice.

Dr F: "Beth, that's such an old fashioned view of correction camps. We pride ourselves in correctly targeted treatment for every client. In your case, our tests clearly showed that the only correction that would see you being happy and balanced was to give you the body your brain always believed you should have had.

Do you want to see it?"

Beth: "Is it all swollen down there?"

Dr F: "No, not a bit."