I wake up of course.

The procedure went well. It went so well in fact that I'm shocked that it actually went on. I wake up facing the same light I saw when I passed out. I am facing the ceiling and I know that I'm still lying down. Unusually I don't feel like I'm clothed but I feel like I nude. This is why I feel the cold table under my body.

But feeling again, I feel like I'm in somebody else's body. In fact, I feel like I'm in a woman's body. Regaining my motor functions I feel short even though I'm lying down. I move my hands and run them along my front of my body. My arms feel short and my hands small. I feel poking out from my chest are a pair of medium sized breasts. I move my hands to my head I feel thin but not too thin lips and a smooth face. I feel through the hair flowing from the top of my scalp and grasp a handful and feel smooth and silky hair. I move some to my eyes to see the color. The color of my hair is brownish black in the light.

I now feel more of my motor function. Without feeling with my hands or moving my legs, I already know that I have something missing. In the place where a man's penis would be poking out from is a tight opening. A tight pussy is hidden in between my firm thighs.

With my strength, I lift myself up from the lying position I'm in and I feel like I'm familiar with my surroundings. This is because I remember being in this lab before. I look to my right and there I am shocked to see my male body lying lifeless on the adjacent steel table. I feel like a ghost staring at my mindless corpse on the other table.

"Impressed?" a deep male voice is heard to my left. A doctor with glasses on sits on a simple chair sitting a couple meters away from the bed.

"Greg?" I ask the doctor.

"It seems your memory is still intact. It seemed for a moment there I implanted the wrong mind," he replied without looking directly at me but at a small touch-screen notepad in his left hand. He finishes taking notes and looks at me directly. For some apparent reason I notice his observation and I defensively cover my breasts with my arms. "I see that the instinct kicked in."

"Instincts?" I ask.

He now stands from his sitting position on the chair and walks towards the steel table I am sitting on. As he draws closer, I feel my body cower and lean away from his approaching presence. "See what I mean? I believe you are feeling rather helpless. Watch," he reaches a hand and holds it against my bare right shoulder, "See? What did I tell you? Your male mind is helpless as your motor functions act naturally. That's why I'm here," he smiles a warm yet unusual smile. I bite my lip in uneasiness.

He reaches both his hands towards me but he says that it's okay. He only reaches out to get me off this table. Getting off I really feel short compared to Greg's tall stature. Observing, I see that I stand at least five feet and five inches in this female body. Greg reaches around me with his arm and plants his right hand on my right shoulder. He leads me out of the lab and into the elevator. We ride the elevator up and through the front room and up the stairs.

The now lit hallway at the top of the stairs reveals three, maybe four doors. We go through the nearest one and by just sniffing the air inside, I know that it a rather big, manly room. Greg flips a switch and the two lights in the room illuminates the whole room, but a shroud of darkness surround the alcove to the left, which I assume is the bathroom. This room looks like a master bedroom, but knowing that there is a manly fragrance in it, only Greg sleeps here.

"Put these on," he points to a mound of clothes on the bed with the red blanket and pillows, "and meet me in kitchen when you're done."

Greg lets go of my shoulder and leaves without saying another word. He minds to close the door behind him. I look to the mound of clothes on the bed and sit beside it. The cold blanket with its softness is soothing to my bare butt sitting on it. It almost makes me want to lie down on the soft bed just for a second. But I easily get over the temptation and see the content of the mound of clothes beside me.

Looking through I see a couple thing that I feel are so unusual to me to even look at. The first is a black thong. I can't understand whoever had the idea of making this. I think that whoever invented this had to use the material he had at the time. The second is the smallest short I had ever seen. I try not to mind the small fabrics the clothes are made in but I guess I have to manage.

I take pieces one by one and put them on. The first is of course the black thong. The garment is snug on my body but I can hardly feel it hugging to my body. The back of the garment slips through my firm butt cheeks easily. I take the next garment, the short shorts and slip it onto my legs. The shorts are tight but not to the point of cutting off blood circulation. Again, the garment is snug on my body but I feel like I'm not properly covered by it. I also feel like the underside of my butt cheeks are actually showing at the bottom of the shorts. This is probably why they call them booty shorts.

I find that the next pieces do not cover the legs or the bottom of my body. A black bra and a white tank top are left. I feel unusual putting on the bra but I kind of have it figured out. I slip my arms through the spaghetti-thin straps and cup my breasts with the silky fabric. I find that women have to fasten their bra from the back, but with my male mentality, I find that as an impossible action. But I try it anyways. I reach out to fasten the back of the bra and I discover that I can reach more than I can as a male. I finally slip on the white tank top over the black bra and I don't mind of the piece of the bra showing.

I remember Greg wanted me to meet him in the kitchen, so I leave the room. I find the bottom floor and the hallway isn't illuminate by light for some reason. I look to find a threshold fully illuminated by a bright light. I walk towards it assuming it's the kitchen. I enter the threshold and I see Greg sitting at the table in the center of the cylindrical kitchen, clenching his fist. Within his clenched fist is a red piece of paper, crushed by his hand's strength. With his fist I see furrows on Greg's forehead and I feel like he's in distress.

I step in with my right leg, and Greg notices me come in. His mad face and clenched fist calm down and the frown on his face brightens up as he sees my curious face.

"Oh come in, please," he motions me to sit at the table. "I just wanted to ask, since your in this new body what your name is going to be."

"I'm supposed to come up with a name?" I ask.

"Something appropriate I guess," he suggests.

"What would you suggest?" I ask him impatiently.

"Well, when you're body still had life in it, its name was Charlene," he tells me.

"Well I guess that's appropriate enough, I guess. Charlene it is," he playfully uses the new name given as a playful greeting. But his playfulness is cut short due to my upfront and sudden question.

"Why did you want to meet me anyways?" I ask immediately.

Without saying another word, he reaches to his left a plate covered by a lid. He pushes it in front of me and removes the lid. When he removes the lid, a sweet aroma of hot food enters through my nostrils. What I can't see is Greg actually smiling as I feel pleasure running through my mind as I close my eyes.

"Now eat, regain your energy," he tells me, "the only thing that this body's been getting is food from an IV."

Forty-five minutes later I feel refreshed after eating the meal Greg prepared for me. But after finishing the meal, I feel a sense of sleepiness. The next few minutes for me look a little blurry, but what Greg actually tells me is that I pass out at the table, my head on my arms and he has to carry me into his bed.