It is Done

A hot throbbing ache pulsing out from your groin is the first thing you feel as the deep unconsciousness relaxes its grip on you.

“Ohhhhh!” You hear yourself groan. Instinctively you go to reach for the source of the pain only to discover your wrist has been bound. You try to say something, you try to move, but just that much effort was enough to send you back down into the dark abyss.

The next time you surface the ache is even more intense. With a mighty act of will you **** your eyes to open and are greeted back to the world by the smiling face of your aunt. You were back at her place, on the bed in the spare bedroom in the basement, though you had no memory of how you got there.

She combs your hair with her fingers and says softly. “Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling?”

“Peg?” Your dry froggy voice croaks. “Wha…how…how’s Elsie?”

Her warm smile grows warmer. “She asked about you first too. She’s fine. She’s awake but resting. It was nearly flawless.”

You smack your lips and, like an angel of mercy, Peggy brings a glass of ice water with a straw to them. You gratefully take two short pulls of the cool refreshing liquid and swallow it down. “Thank you.” You say. “What…what do you mean nearly?” You look down your body though all you could see is the blanket covering you. “Did something happen?”

“Elsie is fine.” She assures you again. “But there was a slight complication on your end. Mostly around arteries, veins, blood flow in general. Some nerve stuff too.” Very gently she pats your lower belly. “You are a bit more complicated down here than we realized. The male expression of our mutation is, frankly, fascinating.” She gives you another drink as she lovingly strokes your forehead with a soft touch. “But we can talk about that later. You are whole, you are healthy, and you are healing.”

“You are a miracle worker.”

“I know.” She winks. “Now, Elsie wanted to see you as soon as you were awake.”

“I want to see her too.” You whisper.

Peg puts the glass of water down and unfastens the straps that had been holding your hands back. “Now don’t scratch or tug at it. I know it’s sore but you have to leave it be if you don’t want any scars.”

“Okay.” You nod your understanding.

Kissing your cheek she gets up and leaves the room. Blinking your eyes to try to clear your mind. You felt okay though the deep burning ache in your loins made it hard to concentrate on anything else. Given a few seconds to yourself you just had to see your aunt’s handiwork. Pushing down the blankets and sheets you discover that you were naked except for a wrapping of white bandage that covered the entire region like a pair of shorts. While you could make out a sizable bulge you couldn’t see anything else outside of the clear tube that ran to the catheter bag taped to your thigh. Your hazy memory also recalls something about having to wear adult diapers for a little bit once the bandages came off.

It is not long before Peg returns to see you staring at yourself groggily. “Don’t worry hun. We’ve got your body’s natural healing on overdrive down there. You probably notice a burning or a heat sensation. We can’t keep it going for too long, we don’t dare push it too far, but with that little bit of Bailey magic you’ll be healed up in no time.” Surgery recovery time in days, not weeks or months, your aunt really was a miracle worker.

You nod, remembering that she had told you about all this beforehand. Pulling the covers up you look to the door expectantly. A few seconds later Elsie’s head peeks in. She looked tired but also relieved and happy.

“Hey El.” You say.

“Hey Jesse.” She says back sweetly. “You okay?”

“I’m okay.”

You look at her, wondering why she wasn’t coming in, as her smile grows bigger. At last she steps in wearing a only t shirt and a pair of yellow panties. Not one of the specially designed panties the Bailey’s wore, the type with extra room provided, but just a normal and outrageously cute pair of women’s panties. There was a tiny hump where the bandage was but otherwise it was smooth and perfect.

Running her hands up and down her thighs she looks to you and asks nervously. “Well?”

“Well?” You say, joy for her burbling over in your heart. “You look beautiful!”

Tears of happiness well up in Elsie’s dark eyes as she beams brightly with pure glee. “Thanks to you big brother.”

“Get over here!” With Peg’s help you sit up and reach out for your little sister. Moving gingerly yet as quick as she could she hurries to your arms and the pair of you share a big long wonderful hug.