After an hour of observing the restless Allison Angie messaged Dr. Grace, seeing how much pain Allison was in, and how much sweating she was doing.
Dr. Grace said to leave Allison sleep as long as she could and if she made it to late morning still asleep to rouse her then. Then to ask Allison some medical questions and get back to her if concerned.
Angie dragged a chair from the living room into the bedroom. She sat watching her newly found friend.
And Angie worried.
***
Angie had left Allison’s apartment on the secure floor and been back to her own apartment to get dressed in fresh clothes, and to shower. She’d also picked up some medications in case Allison needed them. She had bottles of water, one of the few things allowed in legitimately provided apartments, for the buckets Allison had sweated out. She hoped it was simply a hangover but was equally was certain it wasn’t. She knew it was worse. And she feared something disastrous for the woman Allison wanted to be.
After hours of pacing, sitting, examining the clothes Allison inherited, hunting for more, finding the bathroom had actual water in the shower as well as a bath — albeit a bath with no water — sitting again, and standing again, and repeating that forty, fifty, sixty times, and trying to read, and slowly sipping water it reached late enough in the morning it was time to wake the new woman in pain. It was Dr. Grace’s instructions and that’s what Angie was there for.
She held onto Allison’s shoulder, through the tangle of the duvet around her, and shook her. Gently at first, then harder. Just as she was worried she wouldn’t be able to wake Allison Allison let out a loud groan, with some mumbled words behind it.
“Come on, Allison,” Angie said. “You need to wake. I need to check you. Are you OK?”
Allison made another groan and this time muttered something on the borders of intelligible.
“Please, Allison. Wake up for me!” Angie said, a slight hint of desperation in her voice.
Allison scrunched up her face and said, “I feel awful.” At least she said it ‘just-about.’ Then she groaned again. “Awful!” she said, slowly forcing herself upright, rubbing at her eyes then down her body, and placing her feet on the carpeted floor.
Angie sat next to her and handed her a bottle of water.
Allison opened it and drank it back as quickly as she could manage. “It’s not a hangover...” Allison said, feeling like she could cry, or wail.
“Explain it to me,” Angie said.
Allison rubbed the inside of both wrists against her chest feeling some relief with the pressure. “I need to message Dr. Grace,” she said.
Angie stood and picked up Allison’s conn, handing it over. Allison messaged Doctor Grace as much as she could. “There’s something wrong. The medicine you gave me... I need to talk to you.” Although she wasn’t certain quite how she spelled everything. Then she tried to stand.
Angie helped Allison to her feet and when Allison was fully standing Angie saw the navy, cotton nightdress Allison wore, with straps down, off her shoulders, was completely soaked through.
“You need to take that off. It’s like you just got out of a pool.” Angie already had some towels on the floor and bent to pick them up, handing them to Allison, who tiredly, and with moans, let the nightdress drop off her. She began to dry herself.
Angie immediately noticed the area around Allison’s nipples was slightly puffy.
Angie left Allison to dry, with some privacy, and took the double duvet off the bed, turning it over, hanging it over the side she’d slept on and onto the floor to hopefully air out. Looking at the side Allison slept on the bed was verging on sodden.
Allison’s conn began to ring. Allison picked it up, answering, and heard Dr. Grace’s voice fill the room. “What’s wrong, Allison?” she asked. “Explain it to me.” There wasn’t a hint of annoyance to her tone at such a sudden message from Allison, or at the need to miss out on another day of her weekend.
“The medication you gave me...” Allison said, as she reached for another bottle of water, opening it. “It’s the areas, you know, that you said. The main ones. It’s not a little pain, it’s a lot. A whole lot.”
Allison took a drink from the fresh bottle of water.
“What about your bones?” Doctor Grace said. “Any pain there?”
“No,” Allison said. She let out another moan of pain.
“Think about it, really go over your body. Anywhere; legs, arms, chest, torso, toes, even fingers. Anywhere..? Is the main pain masking any pain in your bones?”
Allison closed her eyes and held the towel to her chest, mentally cataloguing areas of her body, moving her arms a little as her mind swept across herself. “No. I’m fairly sure, but my chest really hurts, my breasts, I guess, but not my nipples. I don’t know if I could feel pain in my sternum. There’s none in ribs or anything like that, or anywhere not where you mentioned yesterday. Definitely, I’m sure...”
“Have you taken any medication?”
“She’s just had water,” Angie said. “I have the two standard medications you said to get but I haven’t given her any.”
Allison turned to look at Angie, who was looking back at her. “Sweating?” Dr. Grace asked.
“She won’t be able to sleep in her bed tonight, not without a fresh duvet. The mattress won’t dry. But it’s a double, so one of us can sleep on the dry side the other can sleep in the single.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll sort that,” Doctor Grace said. “Allison, can you look at yourself in a mirror. Completely naked. Tell me if you see any difference.”
Allison nodded her confirmation and walked with her conn to her single-bed bedroom.
“We’re going to the room with the mirror,” Angie said, knowing Dr. Grace wouldn’t have seen Allison’s nod.
Allison laid her conn down on the single bed and looked at her reflection. “I don’t know...”
“A good look, really look. Everywhere! It’s important.”
Allison slowly slid down her underwear and let it drop to the floor, seeing a male body in the mirror. Sure, it was a body with no hair apart from on her head, which was in a female style, along with her eyebrows, but it was undoubtedly a male body. It didn’t reflect her experience of the day prior at all. Of how she felt about herself, seeing what she saw when she’d smoked with One.
Not only did she feel pain in that moment, but a pain that emphasised her hurt; an emotional hurt.
“I don’t look right,” Allison said, wanting to curl up. “My body is wrong. I don’t want to look at it.”
“Angie?” Dr. Grace said.
Angie looked over Allison’s shoulder and into the mirror. “I’ve already noticed her nipples are a little puffy. A couple of months into puberty, maybe. Maybe a little longer? Her stomach is more feminine, the placement of fat. Her penis looks, well, sad. Like it’s given up on life.”
“Good...” Allison said, lowly.
“What was that?” Dr. Grace asked, as Angie put her arm around Allison.
“That’s all, Dr. Grace,” Angie said.
“Are you certain about the bones? And how do you feel about temperature? How’s your sweating?”
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“Since I got out of bed it’s been fine, since I dried off. My bones are really OK, I think. It’s just elsewhere.”
“Give me a second...” Dr. Grace said.
They all paused for a few moments while Angie pulled Allison tighter into her.
“OK. Angie, I’ll message you about the pain, you watch her and keep me up to date. Explain the two medications after the shower. I’ll send some other medicines to a pharmacy, for sleep for tonight, don’t worry about that. Up to three of the freely available ones every two hours. I’d prefer one of the special friends every four hours, three can be managed, maybe four if really needed but you can imagine what that’d be like if you gave it to a teenager, Angie, can’t you!”
Dr. Grace was quite stern and exaggerated when she said that, and Angie laughed. Allison didn’t know what the laugh was for, or why Dr. Grace laughed too.
“Let me do some calculations. Allison, have a shower, you’ll feel better. I checked and I don’t need to approve water. Lucky you! I’ll call again in thirty minutes with what I figure out... Angie, three plus one right now, another plus one after the shower if necessary. As long as you need in the shower Allison! I’ll call back if you’re still in there.
“It’s almost certainly what you’re thinking. The medication is working possibly too well with you. It’s not dangerous. Just painful, at least until the pain medications kick in. Take both. And the heat of the water will help.”
“OK...” Allison said. “I have really nothing to worry about?”
“Message me if you get pains in your skeleton, anywhere,” Dr. Grace said. “And enjoy your shower. Three plus one, Angie. You’re fine Allison. Really” Then Dr. Grace ended the call.
“Do you I really look more feminine?” Allison asked.
“Yeah...” Angie said. “It’s why you’re in so much pain. It shouldn’t happen this fast, it seems. It was bad enough for me as a teen and I didn’t even have it that difficult. Just the odd few days. Give me a second...”
Angie stood and walked into the living room as Allison sat on the single bad and pulled the duvet around her front. Not so much to hide herself from Angie more to hide herself from herself.
Angie was back in with another bottle of water and some medication dispensers. She clicked three pills out to Allison from one, a blue one, and another one from a red one. “Take these. They’ll help. Give it a few minutes then shower.”
Allison swallowed back the medications, hoping they would help, then finished off the rest of her water. She began to rub her legs together, squashing her thighs into her groin, and rubbing her arms against her chest.
“If you need to massage yourself don’t mind about me, I’ll go to another room if you want privacy. And you’ll be in the shower, soon. All by yourself.”
Allison rubbed her wrists against what she figured she’d have to start thinking of as breasts, as she said to Angie, “It’s OK. I saw you smoking, and Adam, I guess we’re really all in this together. You and me, me and you... Us and Adam. What’s the point of embarrassment with all this?”
Angie rubbed Allison’s shoulder. “Yeah, we are all in on this. I’ve never had a friend like you.”
After a few minutes Allison was in the shower; for a long time; through one of Dr. Grace’s calls, Allison assumed. Eventually — she knew — she had to get out.
She was already dry, from the dryer in the shower, and Angie had readied a light robe for her, to cover Allison.
“How was it?” Angie asked.
Allison looked a little panicked.
“Did you enjoy it?” Angie asked.
Allison knew exactly what Angie was getting at.
“Are you in pain?”
“No...” Allison said, timidly.
“How many times?” Angie asked, laughing.
Allison held three fingers up. Angie was throwing her head back in uproar.
“Without a break,” Allison whined. “I could just keep going! I had to stop because I was exhausted!”
“You’re not a twenty year old unleashed on the world, you’re a teenager! We’ll have to keep you away from men! FROM ONE LEG SPREADER! OH WOW!!” Angie shrieked.
“Leg spreader!?” Allison said, eyes nearly falling out of her head. “What did you give to me? You and that doctor!!”
Angie broke out laughing, again. “Nothing you haven’t had before. They just work slightly differently on women. Upsides and downsides.”
“How did you..?”
Angie looked peaceful. “They really are the same as before, the blue ones help with pain. The red ones intensify their effects, target them. They work in combination. The red ones, though, for women, can make you a little, well... Horny?” Angie laughed. “You though! Three times!? Without interruption! From one! No wonder you spent so long in there! How was it?”
“I could do it all over again!” Allison said, with a sigh. And some fear at herself. What she was suddenly capable of! “If my arms weren’t so tired!”
“Most women just take one if they want to enjoy a few hours of perving at men when they’re bored. Three times!?! I’ll have to stay close to you! It’s so good you can’t get pregnant! Three times!!!”
Allison’s conn began to ring. Angie still kept laughing all while Allison answered.
“Is Angie laughing for a reason, Allison?”
“You know full well why,” Allison said, grumpily.
“Did you enjoy it? Do you feel better?” Dr. Grace asked.
“Yes, and yes,” Allison said, feeling small.
“Were you erect?” Dr. Grace asked.
“Sort of, but not completely.”
“Fluids?”
“A little... With the first one...” Allison said.
“How many times?” Dr Grace asked, fully forcing every bit of embarrassment out of Allison.
“Is all this relevant?” Allison snapped.
“Yes, it is! I’m not trying to make you feel ashamed. Worse is to come, Angie can tell you what I’ve had to do with her.”
“Three times...” Allison said, cringing. “Without stopping.”
Dr. Grace let out a ‘hmm’ and said, “That’s about what I expected, at least according to the records. As you might have figured out your feminising injection is working quite quickly. As long as the medication for your bone structure doesn’t cause pain you’ll be fine. I’ll make an appointment for you for Thursday, to see me. The pain should have significantly reduced from its peak then.”
“What do you mean from ‘its peak?’” Allison asked, knowing, now, this wasn’t the worst of it.
“Tomorrow will probably be worse, at least when you wake. If you feel little pain now, after the medication then three plus two should work, or three plus three, tomorrow. Angie, watch her tomorrow as well. You’re with her for another week.
“I saw your apartment has a bath, which makes sense for the floor it’s on, but I’m having difficulty approving water for it. It’ll help more than a shower when you need it most. I have my supervisor working on it. He says it’ll be approved by this evening, it’s just paperwork. Is it a big bath?”
“Friend sized,” Angie said, excitedly.
“What?” Allison asked.
“For fun with friends, usually male friends, but if Dr. Grace doesn’t object I have a bathing suit. Unless you want to take some leg spreaders and get frisky with me, Allison. I’ve never tried it with a woman in a bath,” Angie said, making squeezing motions at Allison.
Dr. Grace laughed. “I assume you’ve discovered massage helps with the pain. I’m not advising against it, at least medically, anyone’s hands are as good as your own. So yes, if it has bubbles even better, get some candles. Hop in the tub with Angie. Neither of you can get pregnant, and neither of you can make anyone pregnant. I can’t believe you’re getting me talking about this, Angie, you’re unbelievable.”
“Could we get a bottle—” Angie began, but was quickly cut off by Dr. Grace.
“Will you stop doing that? I’m the doctor! If you walk, and I will check tomorrow, I’ll approve a bottle of wine for the apartment for the evening. You have to walk, regularly, it’ll help. Especially because I’m giving you full dining privileges, both of you. Use them, and walk. Don’t spend the day in bars and restaurants ogling people or having fun. It’s medically necessary for Allison to eat well and I need you watching her, Angie. And making sure she does everything she’s supposed to...”
Allison was confused by this. She’d never heard of ‘full dining privileges.’ “What does that mean?” she asked Dr. Grace. “Dining privileges?”
“You can eat and drink like a man, no need to convince anyone to buy you anything. You could spend the entire day going from place to place having whatever full meal you wanted, if you wanted. You’re not just limited to the standard dining hall allowances, for now. Don’t go crazy but do eat, whatever you can manage. You need the energy, Allison! You’ll be burning through it, and I’d imagine if you don’t eat in the next ninety minutes or so you’ll begin to feel serious pain again, rather than in about three hours. Your body is changing, for good, and needs energy.
“Angie doesn’t need the food, but I’m not going to force her to watch you dining out, am I?”
Angie snort-laughed. “This is why you’re the best, Dr. Grace!”
Allison sat down on the bed, crossing her legs, with one slipping out from between her belted robe. “So what do I have to do? Exactly.”
“Eat, rest, walk. That’s all you have to do until you see me on Thursday. Angie can fill you in better on how to fill your day doing that. The pain will be worse tomorrow, three plus two. Three every two hours and two ‘pluses’ every four hours, if needed. By tomorrow evening — I’d imagine — you’ll be smaller in some areas and larger in others. Tuesday morning at the latest. You’ll not have erections any more but I don’t think you’ll mind. I’ll send you some toys, eventually, when you’re settled. They’re waterproof... All this is reversible, if you really come to hate it. I don’t think you will. Allow yourself to enjoy this, it’s special.”
Angie wasn’t laughing at any of this, simply rubbing Allison’s shoulder. “I’m taking her to a library today.”
“That’s a good place to rest, a good book might get your mind off things. Eat, walk, rest. Mix it all up. Reading a book is a good way to relax. You can drink, but don’t go crazy. When I say rest the more relaxed you are about everything the better you’ll do, at least mentally.
“You have nothing to worry about. The relaxed bit will help with being a teenager; a teenager hormonally and what it’ll do to you mentally,” Dr. Grace said.
“Oh, no!” Angie said.
“Sorry, Angie. How were Allison’s moods before yesterday? Before the court ruling, and all of what happened?”
“Better than most,” Angie said. “Not crazy like a man. Which makes sense, now.”
“She could be fine then. Some deal with the mental aspect of puberty with few enough issues. And she’s older, and maybe a little wiser..?”
“What about smoking, Dr. Grace?” Allison asked.
“I didn’t know citizens could smoke,” Dr. Grace said. “Cigars or cigarettes?”
“Yeah...” Allison said, realising she might not be allowed to reveal what she did with tobacco to Dr. Grace. “Both, either? It’s not well known but there are a few places. I guess it’s part of everything since yesterday.”
“OK... It shouldn’t be an issue. Tobacco hasn’t been an issue in a long, long time. Certainly in nothing I’ve read about it. Just eat, walk, rest, and relax. Get shoes for walking if you have to, please don’t break an ankle.”
“We know just the store, Dr. Grace! And with Allison discovering some new things about herself with the spreaders it’ll be easy to convince a man to buy her something. Especially on that level.”
“Fuck off!” Allison said, her mind somehow snapping onto her legs being wrapped around Robert.
“OK, you’re back to normal then... As normal as can be. Angie, keep me updated. Allison, walk, rest, eat. Please! And eat first. Within the next hour and a half. Whatever you feel like. And if your bones begin to hurt you message! Straight away. Please listen; if your bones begin to hurt you immediately message me! I will decide what happens then.” And with that final warning another talk with Doctor Grace was over.