Your Chart Says Your Shit's All Fucked Up

When you woke up, Carrie was by your side. She'd be inconsolable, and her eyes were still wet. She smiled brightly when she saw you were finally awake.

"Oh, Junior!" she said, hugging you, before seeing you wince. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," you said. You saw large swathes of bandages near your groin. "How long as it been?"

"Oh, a few days," she said. Just then, the doctor came in.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"A little thirsty. So ... what am I facing?" The doctor shook his head.

"Let's get you some water and a popsicle first," he said evasively. This time you shook your head.

"No, just give it to me, please," you asked. The doctor sighed.

"That guy really did a number on your penis and testicles. I'm sorry to say, we couldn't salvage very much. The testicles were completely cut off, as well as most of your penis. If it helps, your testosterone levels were already extaordnarily low when we got you in." You cried as Carrie held you. After a couple of more weeks, you caught a taxi to the airport, and left everything, including Carrie, behind.

***
You didn't return for ten years. Carrie had never forgotten you, but had no way to figure out where you were, or how to help. You looked her up upon your return to the United States, and found her at a new home she was sharing with Roger. They had four kids.

She opened the door, her jaw slowly dropping. It was you alright. But you were wearing heels, stockings, a tight green dress, and you'd had a lot of expierience with your hair and makeup.

"J-j-joanie?" Carrie squeaked, then hugged you tightly.

***

"After I got the diagnosis ... I couldn't stay around here. So I ran. It was a coward's act, I know. And I moved to Thailand. I gave expats blowjobs for money. Got a vagina. Gave blowjobs and ass and pussy for money. Got some new tits. Then I met a good guy, a real good guy. Married him, till he died of old age a few months back. And then I thought, what the hell, I'll go see Carrie," you said after you finished dinner with Carrie and Roger. Their children were delightful. And they made a very natural couple, despite the still vast gulf in their ages.

"So what are you going to do now?" Carrie asked.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay with you both. If Roger doesn't mind having two girls in his bed." Carrie smiled broadly.

"Oh Roger, can we keep her?" Carrie asked, bouncing up and down. You smiled, giving her a hug and a platonic kiss. There were a hell of a lot better ends, but a lot of worse ones too.