Chapter 7 - Learning to impersonate Helen

"I brought my photo album," said George sitting down beside me on the bed. My face was still covered in bandages from yet another facial plastic surgery. I'd had my jawbones shaved that had recontoured my face to more resemble his daughter Helen.

"So, I see," I whispered feeling very uncomfortable on my chest with the two silicone implants now giving me large D cup breasts. "You said you would only work on my face," I added angrily pointing to my new large breasts. "Why the fuck did you do these too?"

"It just made sense to save time while you were under," he replied lamely. "If you were going to impersonate Helen, then you would definitely need them done anyway."

"I'd had a sneaky feeling you would do more than just another face surgery," I replied. "You've also done the sex change surgery too haven't you?"

"Yes, I admit it's all done down below too," he said. "Are you in any pain?"

"Just a little," I replied.

"Where?"

"My crotch area obviously," I replied. He stood up and expertly adjusted the flow from the saline bag and injected some painkiller into the bag. "Why the hell did you cut off my cock? I expressly asked you not do that yet."

"There that should help the pain," he said sitting back down. "The surgery went well, and you should be able to get moving about again soon."

"Yes, I can feel painkiller working already," I replied feeling much more relaxed but unhappy he'd acted in such an underhand way.

"It just made sense to get everything done at once," he said. "I had a few colleagues in to help me. The one who helped with your gender change surgery has done over 50 operations like yours. So, you were in very good hands."

"How would you feel if this was you under the knife?" I asked. "I feel mutilated and overwhelmed by what you've done."

He didn't apologize but just repeated that he considered that what he had done was for the best. As Jane, I could make a fresh start with 5 million dollars.

"That's true but I only wanted my old life back not a new one," I said.

He then decided that this part of the conversation was at an end because he then opened the photo album and started to go over the names in the photos as they came up. He gave me some opinion on the first person I had to remember.

"Be careful of Sarah," he said at first.

"Why?" I asked.

"She's a sharp cookie is why," he replied. "When you're all healed up nobody is going to question who you are, but they might query your opinions and attitudes. Sarah will be one of them. Who is this lady?"

"I can't recall," I whispered.

"Come on you can do better than that," he replied. "I've already told you three times who she is."

"That's Sally," I said finally then corrected. "Or my Aunt Sally."

"Very good. Sally and she's married to my brother-in-law Brad," he said handing over a photograph of the pair while they attended a recent wedding reception. "He's your uncle and he's your late mother's brother. He likes a drink does Brad and he'll probably want to pat your ass a lot more than find out about you, but don't make the mistake of thinking he's dumb. He's not!"

"I won't," I replied.

"Just kind of honey up to him and it'll be alright. He didn't accept Helen's gender change into a woman very easily and he would often insult her about not being a proper woman," he explained taking a small Sony Walkman and then inserting a cassette tape.

"This is a tape of Helen's voice. She sent this to me from Rome to describe her journey so far on a tour of Europe she did a couple of years ago. She talks about the tattoo she had in Paris and you'll need to get one done just like hers too."

"A tattoo?" I asked. "Where was the tattoo?"

"It's a bold 6-point black star located around her belly button."

So, I as the new Helen listened to the old tape intently and at his behest, I tried to talk just like her. After some practice I managed to soften my voice a little more.

"Do you play the piano?" he then asked.

"Just chopsticks," I replied though I doubted I could play even that with nails this long holding up the pair of the fake red talons the nail bar lady had given me when she'd called.

"That gives us a small problem because Helen was a piano prodigy," he replied. "She played her first solo concert at the theater in town when she was a 14-year-old boy."

"Like I said all I can play is chopsticks," I said.

"We'll try and deal with that when the time comes," he said. He thought that might be a big problem as Helen often played the piano when the family were at his house. "If you run into something that you don't know about you don't need to be all marvelous and charming just be vague and polite."

"Miss Helen is... always polite," I said.

"That's not bad. A good sense of humor was something Helen had," he replied.

"Well thank you Daddy," I replied.

"You don't have to call me Daddy when we're alone," he said pointing to another photograph. "This is my dear cousin Margaret who likes to drink, and her favorite tipple is gin and tonic."

"Who is this?" I asked.

"Oh, that's Curtis and he's a cousin of my father. He's got a big wine plantation in California and he's never had to work a day in his life," he explained. "His wines sell really well. He's originally from the deep south and believes that blacks are subhuman. Helen always liked drinking his wines."

"Have you got any of his wine?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll let you taste some later," he said.

"One person we haven't covered yet is Helen's Mama," I said. "Tell me about her?"

"She was a lovely lady and the perfect wife. We'd been married 20 years when she died. She wanted Helen to be happy and actively encouraged her transition into a woman. She really was happy when Helen completed her transition and became a full female," he explained.

"And now you feel happy that I'm a complete female now too," I observed.

"I'll feel happier when you can convince everyone that you're my daughter Helen," he said. "Before then we have some more surgeries to do."

"Why what else is there?" I asked hoping they were not going to be too arduous.

"I need to pin your ears back a little and make them a little smaller," he said. "Then you'll need to get them pierced just like Helen had done."

"You're kidding me right," I said.

"No look at this photo. It shows her smaller ears and how many ear piercings she had."

"God no," I replied unhappy at the thought of all that jewellery in my ears.

"Unfortunately, you'll have to go along with it, if you want the money," he replied pulling out the sterile packs containing the needles.

"Oh, you're joking. Those are going to hurt," I said alarmed.

"As usual I promise I'll control any pain you experience," he said. "I'll do the piercings after I've pinned your ears back a little. I'll add some more skin grafts and do one or two more minor improvements to your lips to make them fuller while you are under."

"How long is this all going to take?" I asked.

"Another two or three months yet," he said. "Then you're going to be a very pretty girl and you'll be ready to meet my family as Helen. There is one more major operation after that and that's going to make you completely the same physically as Helen.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Helen had a much bigger butt than you do now, so we'll need to make your ass bigger to match hers," he explained.

"How much bigger?" I asked.

"Unknown to me she had her rear injected with medical silicone during her transition, but I'm not in favor of that for you," he explained.

"I'll be doing some silicone implants so your hips will be wider just like Helen's."

"That sounds very painful," I replied.

"I promise that you won't feel a thing," he said sounding confident.