A pink hospital room

My eyes shot open as I came to, closing again almost instantly. The room was bright. It took me a few minutes to work up to cracking my eyes open again.

The room was painted light pink, and sun was streaming in through the windows, which was why it was such an affront to my vision. It looked like a hospital room, but a bare bones one. No TV, no machinery of any kind, really. More like a school nurse's office.

My whole body hurt, and it took a few more minutes before I was even able to remember what happened. When I did, I shot up in the bed. "That bitch shot me..."

My outburst had two effects. One, I realized my voice sounded all wrong, too high and girly. Two, I felt the way my body moved, my chest specifically.

I looked down, and saw my body, clearly feminine with large breasts pushing out a pink hospital gown. Brown hair hung at my shoulders. "What the fuck?!" I asked, patting myself down.

The door opened and that bitch Mrs. Warren walked in, her eyes on me. She still had that fake-ass smile plastered on her overly made up face.

"Ahh, Lucy. I see you've finally woken up."

"Lucy? My name is Luke, you crazy bitch!" I took a step toward her as I yelled, though it sounded more like a screech. I had heard some of the rich bitches back home sound like this when their daddies didn't buy them the car they wanted.

"Not any more, my dear," Mrs. Warren said. "You were a bit too much of a troublemaker as a boy, so your father wanted to explore options. You're a lovely young woman now."

I felt my anger practically double. My old man had played a part in this? My fists clenched as I thought about it, the conversation they had been having when I walked into the house. "Turn me back!"

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen, my dear girl," Mrs. Warren said. Not going to, not can't.

"Listen, you fucking psycho. One call to the cops and this whole bullshit blows up in your face, so..."

"Is that so, Lucy?" Mrs. Warren asked. "What police will you contact? The towns ****, who are all aware of the process we use? They won't care that we've done this to you. The State police? They won't believe you. We have all of the documentation showing that Ronald Williams moved into town today with his daughter, Lucinda Williams. Lucy, for short."

My mouth opened, but words failed me.

"Also, we must do something about you language, dear. No more swearing. It's unladylike."

"Forget you, I don't care about that bull hockey." My eyes widened as my words reached my ears, and I could feel a chill run through me.

Mrs. Warren raised an eyebrow, her smile widening slightly. "As you can now tell, our process has done a bit more than change your body. You will comply with us one way or another. The question is, how much of yourself do you want to retain?"

I was silent. They had done something to my head? They could... mind control me, or something? I tried to think swear words, but even that failed.

"Now, get dressed and then meet me outside of the room. We have some other matters to discuss."

She gestured to a pile of clothes on a nearby table. All pink, and I could see a pair of pink high heels on the floor nearby. Before I could protest, she was gone.

I looked at the clothes, weighing my options. The last thing I wanted to do was anything she said, but if I resisted, could she mess with my head again?