The Third Floor Room

The Vital Room

I woke up trembling and confused with dried tear stains dripping down both of my cheeks. I looked around and didn't recognize the sound of hospital monitors and keys jingling filling my ears. Dazed and confused, I rise from my assigned bed as memories of yesterday slowly bubbled to the surface of my mind. Julie, a blonde, middle aged woman, broke me out of my daze.
She knocked on the door frame and silently tried to get my attention,"Rayne? Rayne, we have to check your vitals, dear."
I looked up at her with confusion apparent on my face as I slowly comprehend what she had said to me. I get up as the chill air brushed against my legs and made my trembling worsen, I trip slightly on my slender ankles and abruptly hit the ground. Almost immediately, a large bruise had arose to my fair skin on my left thigh. Looking at me, Julie held out her hand suggesting for me to use, to lift myself back into my awkward standing position on my bony feet. I stare up at her with big icy blue eyes and accept her gracious hand, lifting my eighty nine pound body back up on my feet. Walking out of the door, I nervously keep a hold of her hand until we get to the vital room. I cautiously lift myself onto the examination table, wondering why I didn't fight with Jordan about coming here. Why did I have to be so fat? Why do I have to have to pay so much money to fix my body? Why couldn't I have just been born normal? I looked at Julie, tears threatening to fall out of my eyes. I had on a short blue hospital gown that showed my skin graph on my right thigh, that had been taken from my phalloplasty surgery. The surgery that changed my life forever and gave me my official manhood. I try to distract myself from the needle that was taking my blood while thinking back to when I first started my transition. I was 15 years old getting my first testosterone shot, I remember sitting on the examination table extremely nervous for the pinch in my thigh that would give me my male puberty. Then I look back at 18, getting my top surgery. Then at 20, getting my "manhood" surgery. After getting my blood drawn I slowly release Julie's hand from my grip and relax myself before getting my blood pressure taken. Then, the doctor took my temperature and weight. With a shocked look on his face, the doctor looked at me with sympathetic hazel eyes and a hint of disgust.
I bit my lip out of nervousness and mumbled,"Can I leave now?"
"Yes, you can, breakfast and group will be in ten minutes, hang out in your room until then." the Doctor said ushering me out the door.
"Yes sir." I said. Walking back into my room, I bumped into a slightly taller, handsome boy.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking clumsy." I said, taking in all of his features then looking into his brown golden orbs.
Getting lost in them for about fifteen seconds, his voice breaks me from the trance of his intoxicating eyes.
"No need to apologize, pumpkin. The name's Joel, you?"
"Um, my name's Rayne. I know my name is weird." I say looking down at the ground embarrassed by my weird name.
Lifting my chin with his index finger, he looks into my eyes and whispers, "No it's a beautiful name, just like you." slightly winking at me.

He finishes making the beds, then walks me down to breakfast. I sit down in a chair and start eating my ridiculously packed tray of food. Apparently, when you come here for bulimia they take it to an extreme level, but that's okay, because I got to meet a cute boy on my first day.