Transgender / Chapter One
Michael fiddled with his fingers nervously, pacing back and forth in the waiting room, over and over again. The walls of the room were adorned with posters of all sorts; one with the ABC’s on them, one showcasing the human anatomy, and one with a Snellen chart. The carpet floor was a lime green hue with an aqua colored rug placed in the center of the floor. In one corner of the room, toys covered the ground, and toddlers squealed in delight as they raced cars and built towers with letter blocks. On the opposite side of the room stood the adolescents and adults, some scanning the magazines provided while others played on their cellular devices.
If he had any chance of backing out, it was now, but the money involved was too tempting not to take. Besides, no one would know it was him, right? He would inform his family and friends that he was merely on a private getaway to relieve stress and relax.
He let out an exasperated sigh, attempting so desperately to control his nerves with no success. Michael tried sitting down, but that only made matters worse. The piece of gum he had been chewing quickly lost its minty flavor from the pressure that had been put forth by his teeth. With nothing to chew, he began gnawing at the inside of his cheeks, hoping it would settle the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Suddenly, one of the doors swung open, causing Michael to jump up in surprise. A doctor appeared in the doorway with a manila folder hooked under his armpit. “Michael Gordon Clifford?”
Michael smiled nervously at the man, following him out of the waiting area and into what he assumed was the doctor’s private office.
“Take a seat,” Michael was instructed, “I’m Dr. Richards. Now, you do know how the process works, right?”
Michael shook his head.
“Well, it’s required by law that we explain it to you before the actual surgery, so that you have every chance possible to change your mind since this is not recommended by the government. Basically, we remove your testicles and the remaining skin of the penis is reverted to develop a sensitive vagina. It’s a rather painful process even with the anesthesia applied. Now, Michael, are you absolutely sure you want this procedure?”
Michael gulped, his mind racing back and forth. He paused for several minutes before finally nodding his head up and down.
“Okay, I’ll be back with the papers you’re required to sign. In the meantime, we have to run a couple of tests to make sure that you’re healthy and eligible for the operation. Initially, we’d like to take a blood test, so if you wouldn’t mind urinating in this cup, that’d be lovely. The men’s washroom is a couple doors down on the left.”
Michael mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ before grabbing the cup provided and exiting to the men’s room doing as he was instructed.
Subsequently, when he returned to the room, a pile of papers were laying on the table, a pen nearby.
“If you’d sign that, I’ll be right back.”
Michael sighed, staring at the stack before him, guiding the pen over the signature lines over and over again. When he had finished, he took a moment to gaze around. On the walls hung pictures of the doctor and what looked like his family. Other than those couple frames, the walls were empty. There was an office desk and chairs along with a shelf that held framed certificates and books. The last thing in the room, in one corner, was a mini refrigerator with a microwave placed on top of the fridge.
After a couple of minutes, the doctor returned, “Michael, if you’d follow me this way.”
He obliged, trailing after the doctor silently, admiring his surroundings. Soon after, they reached a room with tubes of red liquid displayed on the countertop. Trays of utensils were strewn on the countertops, as well.
“Could you tighten your fists?” the doctor inquired, rubbing liquid on his upper arm before strapping a band around tightly. The needle was then inserted into Michael’s arm, him wincing when the needle was inserted and extracted.
“Okay, you’re all set. You’ll get your results back in about three weeks. Enjoy your last weeks as a male,” Dr. Richards chuckled.
Michael thanked the doctor before returning back to the waiting room where a bored looking Simon sat, tapping away on his phone. He raised his head as soon as he heard the shuffling of a pair of shoes.
“Mikey, how’d it go?” he pondered, slapping Michael on the back.
“Eh, they had to run tests, and I receive them back in three weeks.”
“Well, enjoy those three weeks, man. You won’t get to look or feel the same for a year.”
“Will do. What’d you say, let’s get some lunch!” Michael cheered.
Simon chuckled, reaching for his keys to unlock his vehicle and bending lower so he could enter the car. Michael followed suit, climbing into the passenger’s seat.
“What do you wanna eat, Ms. Clifford?” Simon joked.
“I will fucking slice your dick off, so you’ll do your own research if I have to.”
“Okay, okay. Calm down, what do you wanna eat?”
“Papadums!” Michael shouted.
“Okay, princess.”
Michael glared at Simon almost as if he was saying ‘Do you wanna test me?’
Simon doubled over in laughter, holding up both hands in defeat, "I surrender, Mike. Let's get some papadums."
"You're paying, dickhead."
"At least I'll have a dickhead," Simon began laughing like a maniac once more.
"Do you want me to help you or not?" Michael asked, frustrated at his friend's jokes.
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I hope you somewhat found that entertaining. It was especially hard for me to write, considering I usually write short stories, and short stories are right to the point with little to no fillers. Well, I hope this didn't bore you to sleep. Please comment and let us know what you thought!
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