Chapter 4 - Operations

"Can you hear me?" George asked loudly and briefly his patient's eyes opened. "Honey can you hear me?"

The two eyes just stared blankly ahead.

"All right try and write your name in my notebook," he asked. "Just take the pen. That's my girl try and write your name for me."

Exhausted she just wrote some unreadable squiggles on the paper before stopping unable to continue.

"Honey if you can't write your name then we're going to just keep calling you Jane," he explained. "Nod, if you can hear me."

Suddenly she nodded.

"Good now did someone beat you up?" he asked.

She nodded again but with tears forming in her eyes as she remembered his savagery.

"I know you can't talk. Is there someone you want me to contact? So that they can come here?"

She shook her head side to side slightly to indicate no.

"Are you sure there isn't a relative or a boyfriend or a special friend we can contact?" He asked.

She just stared ahead so he relented.

"Alright you just relax and close your eyes," he said. "You're going to be fine. Take a deep breath now. Let it out. Take another deep breath. Let it out."

Then Joe the anesthetist injected her IV line with something to knock George's patient ****.

"She's a tough one but it's time to get her fixed up," George declared. "Let's go."

"I've never seen anything as bad as this before," he said as he removed the blood-soaked bandages that were covering her face.

"It's a horrific mess isn't it?" said Sandy.

"Yes, but we're going to make her into a very pretty lady," he declared confidently. "One that even her own mother won't recognize."

After several hours work, George had wired her broken jaw and nose. He'd also applied all his skills onto her damaged face.

"I think we'll make it," he declared proudly after finishing yet another row of fine sutures.

"I think so too," declared Sandy. "That's going to close up nice. It's a good edge."

"Joe how is she doing?" George asked his anesthetist.

"She's doing pretty good right now," Joe replied. "Except her blood pressure is a little lower than I would like."

"Can I have her for another hour?" George asked. "I still have some more work to do. I need to look at her broken ribs and at her genitals."

"Yes," Joe replied. "I think she should be fine but be as quick as you can."

"That's a good face shape George," Sandy opined at Jane's face. "I need to get back to emergency. We have another accident victim that's just arrived."

"I'm really pleased with that shape to her face too," George declared.

"She's really starting to look more like a pretty girl. She even has a pointy little chin."

George measured Jane's face against the picture and was quietly satisfied that her face would match closely to that of his daughter Helen. He'd not only repaired much of the damage; the face had been radically feminized at the same time. Her brow bones had been smoothed and he'd even shaved off Jane's voice box.

Turning next to between Jane's legs, he had her legs lifted onto stirrups. At first, he was shocked at the extent of the physical damage he discovered. Her genitals were clearly badly damaged, as her testicles were swollen and horribly mangled. Looking at them he quickly decided that they couldn't be saved and so he decided to ask for a second opinion.

"I'm thinking that this trans woman will actually thank us if we just remove her damaged testicles rather than trying to save them," George said staring at the mess. "I don't think we can save them, and I think it will be easier and **** to just remove them now."

"I agree they do look pretty bad," said Joe standing up to get a closer look and to give his opinion. "There's a good possibility that they could soon become infected and you'd have to remove them anyway but with more complications. So, on balance removing them now is preferable and since she's transgender she'd probably thank you."

"So, we're agreed I should do an orchiectomy?" asked George.

"Yes," replied Joe.

George quickly made two incisions in the scrotum and badly bruised blood oozed out. The swollen testicles were each removed in turn and George indicated that they were at least double their normal size as he placed them in a dish. He then quickly stitched up the incisions and left a drain in place, so the sack could drain for a while.