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Standing in the exam room Jackson shifted his stance, placing one hand on his hip, his other moving about in an animated fashion as he tried to get the nurse to understand what he wanted. “Look, I get that the doctor is busy, you have said that. All I’m asking for is a few minutes to talk with him before anything happens.”

“Miss Hart, Dr. Campbell already spoke with you, so I am going to ask you again. Can you please change into the hospital gown. Unless of course you wish to cancel the surgery.” The nurse said feeling irritated for having to repeat herself and because the patient wasn’t making sense. She had been not so subtle when trying to get the doctor to cancel her breast implant surgery, but when the doctor asked if she wanted to cancel she had said no.

“No, I can’t cancel.” Jackson’s voice fell. The doctor wasn’t really listening, or at least not understanding. Asking questions like if there was any he wanted to cancel today? Only he had used female pronouns. The cancellation fee at this point would be just under two grand, a heavy blow, but one Jackson would pay if it didn’t go down on the paperwork as him deciding not to do this. The meeting he had with HR a few days before had not been a productive one. Mary, his HR rep had gotten up from her desk and given him a hug, something he enjoyed from having to live this faux female lifestyle. Mary had been excited, too excited to push him down this horrible path. Saying how the company was happy to foot the bill for his transition as part of their medical plan. He wasn’t sure how often she mentioned how Diverse Mega Corp was in reference to him, but it was more than once. When he had asked what would happen if he decided not to get surgery, the first question Mary had asked was “Why wouldn’t you want to?”

Putting aside just general concerns of being rushed into getting implants so a corporation could check some box on a diversity form, he was sure not everyone that wanted to transition would want to get implants, but why he specifically wouldn’t want them? That was easy, he is a guy and does not want to be a female, but the question felt like an accusation and had made Jackson freeze up, as if he was balancing on a razor thin blade and if he gave the wrong answer not only would he be fired, sued and blackballed by one of the worlds largest companies, but so would Linc. Despite his spike of fear the moment passed with Mary just thinking it was nerves. The meeting went on for another half hour, but it felt already over a few minutes in to Jackson, finding out that if the surgery was canceled it would supposedly be no big deal, but at the mention of them looking into why brought back that same nervous feeling. She acted like it was innocent, so they could reschedule, but all he saw was himself staring into the void and then being pushed in when they found out the truth. Leaving Jackson with one option, he needed the surgeon to call it off and the man had been more interested in some golf game he had signed up for than anything else. Not that the doctor came out and said that outloud, but Jackson had seen him with a golf club when he was being escorted to his room.

“Please?” Jackson asked, taking one of the nurses hand’s between his own.

“Miss Hart. I know you are worried, but I promise you have nothing to worry about. You will see the doctor again when he comes back in before surgery, you can talk to him then, but that will not happen till you are prepped. So if you could…”

With a small nod Jackson took a step back from the woman, making a firm decision that this could not, would not happen. “Instead of canceling can we..” He started to say before the nurse cut him off. Not letting him ask if they could just reschedule, so that he had more time and if he just rescheduled a month from now, two months from now then he wouldn’t have to worry about this at all.

“Miss Hart, I’m going to step out of this room and when I come back I expect you to be in the surgery gown and in bed!” The moment she snapped, the nurse practitioner regretted it, but what was done was done. So she gave stern glare to the twenty something trans woman before stepping out of the room.

“Fuck…” Jackson said to himself. He had been sure he could talk the doctor into ending this farce, he could talk people into anything. The dress wearing man then shrugged at his own thought as he amended it. ‘Except the fact I haven’t been able to win an argument since I put on heels.’ Today he had worn his orange sleeveless dress with a short accordion skirt and a pair of brown four inch pumps. Twisting his foot to the side to get a better look at his heeled foot Jackson sighed. ‘High heels, my kryptonite when I see a woman wearing them, and apparently when they are on me.’

If it took putting on an article of clothing to get the doctor back in the room, then so be it. “I have done worse.” Jackson said in a sing-song voice, thinking about Dunn’s cock being bounced on his tongue just the day before in one of their blow job sessions that had picked back up. Not long ago, not long ago at all, the idea of resisting getting dressed in a hospital gown when the other option was to stay in his overly feminine attire would have been laughable. Still Jackson needed to talk to the surgeon to call this all off, and he would figure out have to navigate the consequences after and to do that he had to change. So soon enough he was laying in the bed wearing just a pair of pink thong panties and the gown.

When the room's door opened, Jackson looked up from his cell phone the invitation to a fall dinner party that Tabitha had sent him, completely forgotten the second he saw Dr. Campbell. “Hey! I was hoping we could talk, in private.” Jackson gave a nervous smile to the man who had walked in with a small gaggle of people with lab coats on around him.

With a smile and nod the doctor acknowledged his patient who seemed nervous about the surgery. He could understand that, many people were when it came to being cut open, but had performed breast augmentation so many times he could do it with his eyes closed. He hadn’t always had the tools he did now, but that only made things safer and produced better results. “Here we have Jacqueline Hart, formerly Jackson Hart, our transgender patient here for breast augmentation mammaplasty with implants. Today instead of using silicone or saline we will be using synthskin, a fabricated flesh that Mega Corp created for us in procedures like we are doing today, skin grafts and believe it or not sex dolls. The doctor laughed at the memory of learning the product had started with a lifelike doll company called Darling Dolls that Mega Corp had bought.

“Doctor!” Jackson said with more emphasis. He had been told that younger doctors might be brought around as part of their training, but Jackson really didn't like being talked about like he wasn’t in the room.

Pausing his lecture Dr. Campbell walked to his patients bedside. “Under Miss Hart’s gown we are starting to see the effects of her hormone treatment, they are still early and while I would recommend waiting for their treatment to have a larger effect she has been eager to move forward and with the sign off from her primary care and therapist I see no reason we shouldn’t move forward. She does suffer from anxiety and has a prescription to keep that under control, but did not take her medication today, as you can see she is a bit agitated.”

Slapping her hands on the bedsheets Jackson pouted, sticking out his lower lip without thinking about how he looked like a flat chested woman having a small tantrum. “I’m not agitated because I didn’t take my pills…”

Looking directly at his patient for really the first time to address her the doctor raised an eyebrow. “Miss Hart, you were asked not to take any medication day of your surgery. Did you take your medication today?”

“I didn’t, but…”

“Good, good, you have nothing to worry about.” Dr. Campbell said, patting the top of the girl's hand before motioning to her with his head as he looked at those he was instructing. “Do you want something to help calm your nerves now?” he asked, almost saying help you calm down.

“Honestly? Yes” Jackson nodded, his anxiety was through the roof. “Then can we talk?”

Motioning with one hand for someone to assist him he gave the girl a reassuring smile. “We have more to discuss, but for now just take a deep breath.”

“A deep breath?” Jackson said confused before he felt something being pressed to his face. His hands moved up on reflex and his brown eyes darted to the person pressing something to him. The chemical like smell filled his nostrils as he was given his first dose of anesthesia. “What are you giving me?”

“Just count to ten for me Miss Hart, count to ten and when you wake up someone will be here to speak with you.”

“Ten? Ten?” Jackson asked, his mind already growing foggy. “No, Doc, the surgery…” He needed to stop the surgery, this wasn’t right. Were Jackson’s last conscious thoughts before slumber took him.

A sharp pain caused Jackson’s eyes to flutter open, he was having a wonderful dream with a sexy girl pressing down on him as she rode his cock, her hands pushing down on his chest, him feeling her weight as they made love. The pain woke him from the dream, his mind felt foggy and things were just not normal. The girl's weight was still pushing down on his chest and he wasn’t in his own bed. Blinking a few times he went to wipe the crud from his eyes when that pain came back in his chest as he moved his arm up. “What is…” he started to ask himself before noticing a thick bandage wrapped around his chest. His first foggy thought at seeing his chest was how odd the breast forms looked and that they were pulling on his chest in a bad way, but that all changed when he touched his fake tits and found he could feel his own hands. “Oh…” Jackson said, a lot calmer than he thought he should feel.

Using the bar on the bed he got himself up to a sitting position, feeling the weight of his chest shifting, still not all the pieces coming to his dug addled mind. “I have tits… Do I have tits?” Pushing back his blonde hair he pressed at his chest some more. “Oh, oh, this is bad.” His mouth pressed together in a line before they cracked into a smile and a laugh came to his lips. It wasn’t funny, it was horrifying that he now had soft, if not painful feminine breasts on his chest that seemed to be much larger than D cup or DD. Part of his foggy mind remembered being told about them appearing bigger till the swelling went down and his chest did feel like it was swollen, to the point that he thought it could bust if he moved in the wrong way. “No, no, no, no, no, no.” He said rapidly with both hands now holding onto his newest assets.

The feminized man’s mouth felt incredibly dry as he just sat there, trying to fully grasp what was going on, his foggy mind having a hard time with the task and seemingly not having the capability for him to start freaking out. “I’m… I’m…” Jackson blinked a few more times, his head feeling heavy and ready to go back to sleep from exhaustion. “I actually look like Jacqueline…” He said thinking about how he would no longer need the prosthetics. He didn’t have the mental capacity to plan for the future to get things fixed, he didn’t even have the capacity to fully grasp the changes to himself.

Stepping into the room Madison swallowed the soda that was in her mouth when she saw her little sister was finally awake. There had been some excess blood loss so the doctors came Jackie under for the night to help her recover and she was happy to see the fake blonde finally conscious. “I think that was the idea.” She said with a chuckle, noticing how Jackie was holding herself. “How do you feel after your surgery?” She asked hoping this would help some of her siblings' identity issues now that their body was looking more like they felt it should.

The longer he was awake the heavier Jackson’s body felt, he continued to blink, his eyes not wanting to stay up as he looked up at his sister who looked incredibly pleased with herself. “Tired…” Jackson said, drawing out the word.