Chapter 6 - Learning his plan

"There's a steep step here so be careful Jane," George said leading me down some steps towards his house with my face still bandaged in places. I had found it confusing at first being called Jane all the time, but it seemed a nice enough name, so I let it ride.

"What are we doing here?" I asked moving unsteadily but finally glad to be out of my hospital bed that I'd been lying in for such a long time.

"Well I thought after all this time in hospital you might like a change of scenery and my house has some wonderful garden paths to explore," he explained. "And besides it's nice and quiet here, so we can talk in peace."

"What would you like to talk about?" I asked curiously not understanding why my voice was so much higher in pitch. "I'm obviously very grateful for everything you've done for me so far."

"Well I've decided it would actually be easier for me to treat you here at my home Jane," he explained. "I have a fully equipped operating theater in the basement and we still have some more corrective surgery to do to your face and also to your genitals."

"My genitals?" I asked. "What still needs to be done to them?"

"I think that you still need some corrective surgery down there too," he said being a little vague.

"Why what's wrong with me down there?" I asked confused by his comment. "I don't feel any pain down there now, so I assumed that it's all healed up?"

"It's healed up very well since we removed your testicles," he replied. "But it still needs more cosmetic surgery work."

"You removed my testicles?" I asked. "Why in God's name?"

"We had **** and on the second opinion of my anaesthetist we decided it was necessary to prevent infection," George explained.

"Dear God. It's just as well I don't remember who beat me up because if I could get my hands on the guy who did this to me, I'd kill him in a heartbeat," I replied angrily.

"I wouldn't blame you," George said. "He really beat you up. Now It's important to give you a good quality of life."

"But if it's all healed down below what more has to be done?" I asked.

"Well when I've finally fixed your face up completely, you'll clearly present as a lovely beautiful girl, but your genitals obviously just won't match," he declared.

"Why won't they?" I asked not understanding.

"Well pretty girls don't have a dick, do they?" he replied simply.

"How do you know that I want to be a girl?" I asked astonished that he'd apparently taken it upon himself to give me gender changing surgery.

"Because my dear you've started to develop breasts and you've absolutely no body hair. After we removed your badly damaged testicles, I've had to start you on a hormone replacement therapy, and since you were dressed as a woman, I naturally assumed that you would be happiest if that meant you had daily doses of female hormones. So, I think it makes sense that we should now just complete the job that we started," he explained.

"How would you know what I wanted? How do you know I would want that done?" I asked incredulously. "I'm a cross dresser who just liked to dress up occasionally in women's clothes. I'm definitely not a transsexual! And I don't want to become a woman!"

"Well sadly I just rather assumed you were, since all the visual clues were there that you were a convincing male to female transsexual," he replied. "Are you saying now that you're not a transsexual?"

"I don't think I'm a transsexual," I replied uncertainly. "But I can see that you might think that given the way I was dressed when you found me."

"I wasn't the only one to think that at the hospital," George replied. "The staff called you Jane Doe rather than John Doe. Why were you out in the street dressed as a woman?"

"I'd arranged to meet a man at a bar," I replied. "After that my memory and feelings are still a bit of a blank as to what happened then. I don't remember ever taking female hormones before either."

"Hopefully your memory might come back in time," he then advised.

"What made you think that I would want to become a woman?" I asked still annoyed at his presumption.

"Well Jane after the major facial surgery repairs, I did, you're not going to look like a man again," he said. "The damage to your face was bad, so I had to alter your bone structure drastically. It turns out that you are going to be feminine in appearance."

"I see," I replied but I was left feeling suspicious about his motivation. "Is there anything you can do to change it back?"

"Not really. I can't put back what's been removed," he replied. "It's early days yet but your face is healing up nicely. Does your face hurt now?"

"No not anymore," I replied.

"Then the trauma that you suffered between your legs was very bad. In many ways it was the worst I'd ever seen. Then it was easier to remove both your lower ribs that had been cracked when your attacker had kicked you hard on your chest," he explained. "So, you're unavoidably going to have a nipped in waistline just like a woman."

"I think I can live with that," I said.

"Could you live with 5 million dollars?" George then asked.

"Of course, I could," I replied. "How would I get 5 million?"

"Simple by allowing me to give you all the corrective surgery you'd need to turn you into a complete female," he replied as we sat down in the lounge of his opulent house. "We can do it all here in my own surgical theater in the basement."

"So, you'd pay me 5 million to go through with that?" I asked incredulously.

"No, I wouldn't pay you that, but you'd earn it after a few months if you followed my exact instructions," he declared. "I can't say too much about it now but if my plan works and I don't see why it shouldn't, you'd become a very wealthy young woman."

"Why can't you tell me about it now?" I asked. "I might agree to it if I knew more."

"Well all right. My aim is to create the spitting image of my missing daughter Helen using you. Helen was recently left a lot of money by her grandfather who died suddenly. If you'll agree to what I intend to do, then you'd gain 5 million dollars of that money," he explained. He didn't say anything about the 45 million dollars that was going to be headed his way if he was successful.

"Phew so that's your little game Doc?" I asked. "Well, I don't like pain, and this will obviously hurt a lot and besides I really don't want to lose my penis. Is 5 million going to be enough to compensate me for that?"

I was remained concerned about what he had planned.

"No, the surgery won't hurt any more than what you've already endured on your face," he said trying to set my mind at ease. "And that didn't hurt that much because I'd used the latest effective pain relief. We'd just use it again. You will still be able to orgasm after you've healed up if that's what is worrying you."

"Can't I just go back to the hospital?" I asked also feeling unsure about the legality of his motives which I thought were fraudulent. "I'm not sure about doing more surgery here."

"Unfortunately, you can't go back to the hospital again as I checked you out today. As far as the official records are concerned, you're on your way home to Fort Worth, Texas to recuperate and rest," he explained.

"But I don't live in Fort Worth," I replied.

"I know I just gave them an address I knew there," he explained. "I didn't want anyone to know you were here."

"Well, that was really nice of you to tell me," I said unhappily. "To be honest, ever since you started all these operations, I've felt that there was something else going on. The money is obviously an ulterior motive in all your past actions."

"That's true," he said. "If I do my job right we'll both come out of this as very wealthy people."

"Sometimes when you look at me it feels kind of creepy," I replied. "It's like you have dollar signs flashing up in front of your eyes."

"As it happens I do see dollars when I look at you," he admitted. Then he took a photograph from his jacket pocket to show me. "How would you like to have this face and replace my missing daughter Helen?"

"Do I really have any say in the matter?" I asked.

"If you say 'no' then I will just leave you as you are now," he confirmed. "You will still have a lot of plastic surgery to do on your face, but you'll need to get someone else to do it and it will cost a lot of money."

"Oh, I get it," I replied.

"Will you do it?" he asked. "If you say yes then I'll begin almost immediately."

"Well I really am going to look a lot different," I said as a tear dropped out of my eye. "Though it's hard to remember what I looked like before."

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's caused by those hormone pills you've been giving me?" I said.

"Stop crying!" he commanded. "I mean it, stop it! Come on you're going to get your bandages all wet."

"So, the woman in the picture was your daughter Helen," I asked seeking confirmation and pulling myself together.

"Yes," he said simply.

"And what has she got to say about this decision to give me a face just like hers?" I asked.

"To be frank, I don't know what she would say as she left home over a year ago," he said.

"Ah so that's it. I agree to the surgery. You then do all your surgery and I end up looking like your daughter and I gain 5 million dollars for my troubles," I said summarizing the situation. "What would happen if she then suddenly returned?"

"I haven't heard from her and she seems to have gone missing," he replied. "I'm presuming that she's already dead."

"Will I look exactly like her when it's all done?" I asked.

"It's not going to be easy but even your hair will be like hers," he said. "You already resemble her in height, build, hair colour, and even eye color. About the only thing that's different on your body is that you don't have the same bra size, but we can fix that soon enough too."

"Fix?" I asked. "I don't remember saying or agreeing to having bigger breasts."

"Well while you were in an induced coma, I measured your chest and I can give you a perfect implant size to match Helen's breasts," he admitted. "You'll have a curvy figure to match hers because your waist will unavoidably be narrower while I'll make your hips are wider too."

"Perfect implant size?" I asked ignoring his comment about my hips."Having bags of silicone packed inside my chest doesn't sound that perfect to me."

"You currently only have small A cup breasts from the female hormones you've been taking over the last while and it will just take too long to give you Helen's bust size. I figured I'd just give you something a bit bigger and faster," he explained.

"A bit bigger?" I asked and then added, "Just what size was she?"

"Her bras she left behind in her room indicated she was a 38D, so you'd need to be that size too," he explained.

"I've always imagined having my own big breasts at some point," I then admitted. "Do you really think I can pass as her?"

"Well yes, I was thinking that you could easily pass for her," he said suddenly glad I wasn't saying no to his scheme. "You might even pass well enough among people who've known Helen for years. Now does that idea appeal to you at all?"

"Why the hell should it appeal to me?" I asked becoming angry. "I don't want to be your fucking daughter. I'd much prefer to get my old life back."

"Sadly, you know that's not possible now. Surely access to a fortune of 5 million dollars should be sufficient incentive to try and pass as her?" he then asked. "You could easily restart your life with that kind of money."

"5 million dollars?" I asked incredulously. "How would you guarantee that I get it?"

"For your trouble in becoming my daughter Helen, I'd give you 5 million dollars in cash," he admitted. "As I said Helen's grandfather has left his entire estate to her. He loved her as much as he hated me. That much was true even before my late wife's **** that he naturally blamed on me."

"So, you're a widower now?" I asked.

"Yes, Jennifer my wife died over a year ago," George said recalling the painful memory but not saying how it happened for some reason. "Anyway, the old bastard that was my father in law died and he left nothing to me, while Helen my daughter was left everything except his house and car."

"Look I don't want to get involved in anything shady like this. This definitely sounds illegal," I replied. "I would just like to get back as much of my old life back again if you'd help me. No breast implants and no sex change operations."

"Trust me there won't be any problems or complications because I'm going to teach you everything you need to know about being Helen. I mean I'll teach you her mannerisms, her interests, her voice, her way of speaking, her expressions, everything," he said seriously.

"My voice will need to be somewhat different to imitate hers," I suggested but I'd already noticed it was much higher in tone. "What did you do to my old voice?"

"I fixed your voice box in the second surgery I did, so you'll always have a softer feminine voice now. I've got tape recordings and home movies of Helen speaking. I've got photographs of the family and much more. Besides you'll only need to impersonate her twice. Once for a family reunion to announce your return and once to see the lawyers to claim the money," he said still trying to convince me it was possible.

"If I do imitate Helen, should I not get all the money?" I said stating the obvious. "The lawyers would just give it all to me anyway, if I turned up at their offices."

He laughed. "No Jane you're obviously going to share that legacy with me as your beloved father. You'll get a healthy 5 million as your share."

"Oh, but it already looks like my daddy's got himself enough cash with a large country house like this and the two new flash cars in the driveway," I declared wondering just how much he was worth.

"No, it doesn't work that way because there's never quite enough," he said. "Besides you'll only get your hands on any money after I've successfully finished all your transformative surgeries to my satisfaction."

"Are you really sure you want to go through with this?" I asked. "I thought maybe you were just joking."

"This is no joke Jane," he said using my invented name again. I wasn't going to complain about him calling me Jane in case I angered him.

"Well perhaps the joke is on me," I replied. "I definitely needed a new face after the beating I took. But I'm completely sure I don't want you to cut off my penis or give me breast implants."

"Oh, in the surgery your penis isn't cut off, but it is inverted, we use part of the head to form a neat clitoris and your ball sack skin is used to form a set of labia and to line the inside of the vagina," he explained.

"Have you ever done this kind of surgery before?" I asked still alarmed at the thought.

"Yes, a couple of times but you'll be my first that I've done here," he declared. "Don't worry though because I've been thoroughly trained on what to do and I have a fully equipped surgical theater."

"Don't worry he says," I laughed nervously.

"I don't think there's anything to worry about," he repeated. "I'm a first-class plastic surgeon and I'll do a professional job."

"That's what worries me. However, I really like having a cock and standing up to pee. Can't I just keep it that way?" I asked. "It's not like it will be on show for everyone to see, now will it?"

"No that's definitely not going to be possible," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because you see my daughter Helen was also a post-operative transsexual, so you will need same gender change surgery to mimic her completely. We really can't take anything for granted in case different anything is noticed." He explained.

"So, if I agree to this surgery, I get 5 million dollars without any strings?" I asked making sure of my understanding of the situation.

"Exactly correct my dear," he replied.

"Well I do want you to finish fixing my face up, so I don't look like Frankenstein's monster anymore," I replied. "I'll need to think about what else you want to do. In the meantime, though I suppose you better start calling me Helen."