Susan Summer a girl With many complexes

Susan Summer was sitting in a private practice, having her regular appointment with her psychiatrist, Dr. Johnson.

"I'm a freak," said Susan, her head down, her eyes on the floor.

She was a short, slender 18-year-old girl with somewhat pale skin, brown eyes, and shoulder-length dark hair.

Anyone who saw her on the street would say she was a normal girl and would look better if she dressed better. Her round face, her breasts, and firm butt didn't make her look so bad, but she always hid them with loose, unassuming clothing.

"Susan, we've already talked about this. Your poor self-perception is what's keeping you in that shell and keeping you from living a full life," said Dr. Johnson.

She raised her head slightly to see her psychiatrist's oval-shaped glasses. She had always been a relief to talk to and was one of the few people she could talk to about her strange condition.

"It's not perception...it's true."

“Why don't you open up a little to the world? Girls your age go to parties, beaches, and other things,” the doctor encouraged her.

Susan's gaze fell back on the floor.

“Other girls...they don't have anything between their legs.”

“I know it's been difficult for you. I've seen how you've had to deal with your condition, and that's why I'm telling you, you need to live your life.”

The doctor was absolutely right. Ever since she realized she was a woman, it has caused her great trauma, making her withdrawn and shy toward anything new. But inside her, those barriers were too great to overcome all at once.

“No…I don’t think so, Dr....I've seen enough movies to know what will happen to me…People will call me a monster and distance themselves from me on social media,” Susan said, shedding a few tears.

Suddenly, the young woman noticed Dr. Johnson approaching her and stroking her hair in a maternal manner. It was the odd one out in a patient-doctor relationship, but Susan had become a good friend to her, and vice versa.

“What about someone you trust…how about your best friend, Vanessa?” Dr. Johnson spoke in a more comforting tone.

Susan’s face lit up, and a smile spread upon hearing the name of her best and only friend besides the doctor. She was Susan’s opposite: lively, cheerful, and quite outgoing, always cheering her up and energizing her. If Susan was a dim candle, Vanessa was a giant candelabra that lit up everything around her.

“Vanessa? I’m scared. She’s like my older sister. If she finds out my secret and rejects me, I don’t know if I can handle it,” the girl said doubtfully.

“I know it’s a big step for you, and I won’t **** you into anything, but at least consider it. I’m worried about your isolation,” Dr. Johnson said, now drying her tears.

A small ray of confidence dawned in Susan upon hearing her psychiatrist’s words.

Thank you for your support... I'll think about Vanessa.

Dr. Johnson returned to her desk to check her tablet. The young woman saw her expression change to a more serious one.

"Susan, we need to talk about something important," the psychiatrist said in a stern voice.

The patient immediately noticed the atmosphere change to a more tense one. She knew her well enough to know she was going to talk about something delicate.

"I read your doctors' reports, and they indicate that your feminine side has fully developed. You are now biologically an adult woman."

"Yes... they already told me I am a woman... except for the Thing," Susan said, blushing.

"That's what I wanted to talk about. Your doctors asked me to tell you this to better prepare you."

"Prepare me?... for what?"

The young woman quickly became fearful. It had to be something very serious for them to have to ask Dr. Johnson for help.

“Calm down, breathe slowly. According to this report, your male parts could begin to develop in the next few days, like a second puberty for you.”

“What!…You’re saying that…oh no, now I’ll grow a beard and mustache…just what I was missing,” the girl said, more alarmed.

“No, no, nothing like that…it says here that your changes won’t be physical,” the doctor said.

“So…what will they be like?”

Dr. Johnson adjusted her glasses to continue her explanation.

“It’ll be a hormonal change; your testosterone levels will increase, like with boys… that will trigger certain desires.”

“Desires? When you say t… that… you mean… you mean”

“I’m talking about sexual desires, Susan. You told me before that you’ve never felt arousal of any kind.”

Susan’s face turned redder. She had never been even slightly attracted to sex, and she even thought she was completely asexual.

“Not…one bit,” the young woman said in a very low voice.

"That might be because you hadn't fully developed, but when your masculine side appears, it will awaken impulses more typical of men," the doctor continued.

"Hmm... you're talking about... that I'm going to get aroused by... by... GIRLS!" Susan cried, frightened.

"Apparently, this will be the case. This is new territory, as a case like yours has never been seen before. It's also unknown how your male and female hormones will collide."

At this point, the young woman was deeply distraught. Just as she was starting to get used to her condition, this happened.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no... I'm already a freak... and... and now I'll be even weirder."

"Susan, calm down. It's not the end of the world; it's the beginning of a new path for you. You have to face it and accept who you are. Only then will you live fully."

Susan took a deep breath and counted to 10. Her anxiety had lessened, but not completely. After all, it will be a new beginning in her strange life as a hermaphrodite.