Waking up in the dark, scared and alone.

I woke up in a dark room; I heard a steady beeping and looked around as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. I felt groggy and sluggish as my mind was fighting the effects of the **** I had been given. Not knowing how long I had been under, I studied the room as best I could. Finally, my eyes adjusted, and I saw I was still in a hospital room. The beeping was a monitor hooked up to me; I saw an IV and wondered what it was slowly dripping into my system. Reaching up, my hands were sluggish in responding. Bringing them up to my face, I felt bandages covering it. I started to panic, and the heart rate monitor began to beep faster. Had something gone wrong? Was this why I had bandages all over my face? Was I going to be stuck looking like a freak due to some accident? I heard the monitor continue to beep faster till the alarm went off.

“Honey, calm down. Everything is fine; the procedures the doctor performed were a complete success. I know you have a million questions, but you are fine. Don’t speak as your vocal cords have been worked on. We don’t want to damage them before you hear your new voice.” The nurse laughed while examining my bandages. “Your sister and fiancé went home finally when the doctor told them you would be out for quite some time. It’s been three days since he started working on you. They both took turns watching over you after each procedure. You are a lucky ma….” The nurse caught herself and smiled at me. “Lucky woman to have two wonderful women like them who care for you so much. They are keepers, so don’t lose those two; family is the most important thing. Now, sugar, get some more sleep, and tomorrow, I will talk to you about everything the doctor accomplished. He will check on you Monday morning.”

With that, the nurse injected something into my IV line, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. My dreams once again were filled with erotic scenarios. In this dream, I looked like the woman the doctor had shown me in the picture. I was moaning out as Emily fucked me from behind with an enormous strap-on. The moans emanating from me were no longer of my cracking voice like usual. I sounded like a real woman; my voice was sexy as I begged Emily to fuck me like the little bitch I am. Carrie was grinning as she rubbed her huge pregnant belly. I watched as she ran her hands over her stomach, rubbing lotion on it. Her skin was tight, and the lotion gave it a rubber-like sheen. It was so erotic seeing Carrie with a huge pregnant belly. As Emily fucked me, I felt her vast belly also hitting up against me. This only drove me wilder as the dream progressed. I could hear Emily taunting and teasing me.

I watched in an out-of-body-like experience as I was fucked in the dream. Emily was teasing me about how all the hormones had finally affected my cock. She laughed and reached down, stroking my cock. The dream me gasped out in pleasure, and moaned more as Emily stroked a more feminine and more petite cock. It hung half limp between my legs; and it was dripping precum all over the sheets. Carrie giggled and joined in taunting the dream me. She told me that the last test showed that my fertility count was almost below having the ability to impregnate a woman. This caused the dream me to whimper. Carrie laughed and teased as she rubbed her belly; she taunted me, saying this would be the only child I would father. Then she got an evil-looking grin and slowly moved close to my ear. “If this is even your child,” Carrie laughed.

I woke up startled and panicked; as I looked around the room, I noticed it was daylight. I was breathing heavily and felt the blankets in the bed were wet. I had cum from the dream as well as my breasts had built up so much pressure from all my milk that it had finally let go. I felt a woman's hands on me and turned to see who it was. To my surprise, it was Carrie; she looked like she had slept in her clothes. I noticed a blanket on the floor next to the hospital chair she had been sitting in.

“Honey, are you okay?” Carrie giggled when she saw the wet spots on the bed. “Oh god! We should have kept you drained. Don’t talk; nod your head. The nurse told me not to let you speak until the doctor comes later today. Are you in any pain? Do you need anything, lover?”

Carrie looked worried sick as she looked over me. I watched her rummage in her purse and pull out the breast pumps. I watched as Carrie pulled my hospital gown off me and attached the pumps to my engorged breasts. Looking down, they looked so much bigger than I remembered. They also ached from being so full. Shaking my head no to answer her questions and felt the tugging as the pumps started to drain my breasts slowly. This caused me to let out a soft moan; the sound was alien. It was not my usual moans that cracked between my normal, deep voice and the softer one from the hormones. This one sounded a lot more feminine and a little sexy. Carrie put her finger on her lips to remind me to keep quiet. I shook my head, telling her I understood, and bit my lip to try and keep from moaning out again.

“The nurse said everything went perfectly; I can’t wait to see what you look like!” Carrie's voice was excited as she pulled the blankets and sheets off me. I heard her giggle when she saw the mess between my legs. My cock was hard and sticking up between my legs. This sight filled me with relief that I was still able to get an erection. The dream and that entire situation confused me; I knew that, eventually, my transition was going to affect me. I just was not ready to face something like that right now. I wondered if my jealousy at seeing Emily and Carrie talking to the man and reading those articles about pleasing a man had planted a seed that manifested into my dream. My mind spun in many directions when Carrie looked at me as she cleaned me up.

“Honey, don’t feel ashamed for making a mess of yourself. This is not the first or last time this will happen.” Carrie giggled and looked to the door as the doctor entered.

“Hello, ladies. How are we doing today? From what she has told me, I see your fiancé is taking good care of you. You will be the one taking care of her once you are all healed.” The doctor laughed, and I felt my face flush at his joke. My newly submissive nature kicked in, as he mentioned me being the caretaker of the relationship. The doctor walked closer to us and pulled up a rolling stool as he sat on Carrie's opposite side of the bed. He smiled and looked at my charts, nodding and smiling. “Well, Trista, it seems you are healing well. The swelling is down, and my nurses report that you are responding well to the accelerated recovery **** I’ve prescribed for you.” He points to the IV bag and smiles. “Normally, you would have significant swelling and bruises for quite some time with a full facial reconstruction like this. However, this new regimen reduces the healing time to days instead of weeks or months. Would you like to see what your fiancé looks like now, Carrie? I bet Trista never told you what she wanted to look like deep down, did she?”

Quickly, Carrie removed the pumps from my breasts, causing me to moan once more. I felt the pressure still there as only a few minutes of the pumps left me more aroused and needy. I could not believe how much milk my colossal breasts produced now. Carrie shook her head now and watched as the doctor started to unwrap the bandages. She giggled as she saw my red hair through the bandages. Carrie had always teased me about how she always caught me staring at redheads. As more of my face was uncovered, her hands flew to her mouth as she tried to hide her shock at my new appearance. I heard a gasp from her and started to worry until she smiled at me. I watch, scared, as Carrie’s hands fly to her mouth, covering it in shock.

“You’re beautiful, Trista!” Carrie said excitedly. “You… holy shit, you are hot!” Carrie looks at the doctor, amazed by his work. “How did you manage to transform her so well?”

My eyes fill with tears as Carrie moves my head left and right, looking at my new face. I feel my eyes tear up in a mixture of joy and anticipation. I hope I look as beautiful as the woman the doctor showed me. I’m shocked as I feel Carrie kiss me deeply, her tongue pushing inside my mouth. My lips feel strange against hers. Thicker than I’m used to, my mouth does not feel the same. In a way, it feels wider to an extent. Knowing that my entire face had been remade, I needed to see my new self. I pulled away from her, and she looked shocked at my rejection.

“Please, please show me what I look like.” I desperately begged Carrie.

Carrie looked at the Doctor, smiling at me, who held a mirror up so I could see the person I had become. My tears continued to stream down my face as I looked at the woman in the mirror. I could not believe I was that woman. My Addams apple was gone, hiding that I was once a man, and my face was identical to the picture the doctor had shown me. Looking at myself in awe at the woman who looked back at me. Everything about my new visage was stunning and everything I could have hoped for. With each passing week, I am becoming my ultimate fantasy. All thanks to my fiancé and, strangely enough, my sister.

“Well! What do you think, silly?” Carrie laughed and poked one of my huge tits. I yelped and felt my milk start to leak out of my engorged nipples. This caused Carrie to laugh more. I heard the Doctor cough. “Oh! Sorry, Doctor, I get carried away when I see Trista’s huge milk-filled udders.” I was shocked as Carrie stuck her tongue out at me playfully.

“Hey! This was Emilie's idea, not mine, to turn them into huge milk-filled jugs. It’s bad enough that you got excited and went along with it.” I stuck my tongue out at Carrie in retort. Here I was, acting like some schoolgirl bickering with Carrie. My emotions were a mess from all the hormones. I still felt like crying from the revelation of my new look.

“Okay, Trista. Stand up, and I want to discuss a few things with you.” The doctor smiled and waited for me to comply. “As you can see, I was able to give you the look you wanted. You have no remaining hints of your biological sex. To everyone who sees you, you are a middle-aged woman. I was also able to narrow your shoulders. You now have a more feminine look to your upper body. Once you heal up and recover properly, I will be able to perform more procedures to feminize your body further. Your breasts and posterior are quite substantial, so I will not have to do any work there.” The look the Doctor gave me was a little concerning. “I will be able to widen your hips more and continue to narrow your shoulders in the next procedure. But I need you to relax and take it easy to let your body fully adapt to all the work I’ve done.” The Doctor looked at Carrie with a stern look. “I mean it, Carrie, don’t push Trista too much. Her body has gone through a lot, and she needs to recover fully before I can continue to mold her to both of your wishes.”

Carrie giggled and saluted the Doctor in a sloppy attempt at saluting. “Eye, Eye Doctor, Sir!”

The Doctor shook his head and started to walk out of the room. “I will let you talk between yourselves. I know you two have much to discuss before I sign your discharge paperwork. Nurse Jensen will check in with you, too, shortly; she will have Trista’s prescriptions. Follow them to the letter to help her body recover.” With that, the Doctor left the recovery room, leaving us alone to talk.