I thought things were weird when my basic skeletal structure was changing. I was wrong—that was just the precursor to weird. Contrary to Crick’s ‘honest belief’, her treatment seems to be working…at least my insides feel like hot molten lava.

The first night after the treatment, I was in for a really rude shock. I was taking a hot bath, complete with the bubbles that Cin insisted I add in—don’t tell her, but I secretly loved them—anyway, I was taking a bath and got a really sharp…well…it wasn’t a cramp—it was more a pull in my groin. It felt like it was coming from inside me—somewhere in my abdomen…and it kept getting stronger…and stronger…and stronger. At one point, I thought it was going to pull me inside out… Then there was this feeling…like something popped—and instant relief. I just sort of lay there in the hot, bubbly water and tried to catch my breath for a few minutes—relieved the weird sensation was over. After I caught my breath, I reached down to massage the offended area…and my testicles were gone! I let out a little shriek of surprise and Cindy came running in. She had me stand up and she examined the area closer—sure enough, nothing but the empty sacks…

Then, a couple of days later my insides starting getting…hot. And now, they are in this molten lava stage. I don’t know how else to describe it; it is this slow, hot churning inside me. It doesn’t really hurt—but it doesn’t feel good either… And, no, my testicles have not shown back up; they seem to have pulled themselves up into me and started the ‘lava flow’ somehow…

I go back to see Crick after the week is up… I feel the same; like I am still full of hot lava. She expresses surprise—and delight—that my testicles are gone. She exclaims, “That is wonderful, Reyna! I never would have expected you to get this far.” I look at her and say, “Wonderful? Maybe for you. So, when does this lava in me cool down? It has been this way for days now—it is almost getting to where it feels…normal…” She says, come over to the exam table. I want to do some hi-res ultrasounds and see what is going on…”

She runs the little wand over me and the pictures start showing up on the monitor. She explains, “Well, there are what used to be your testicles—clearly in the position of ovaries, now. That is a good sign. The rest is…amorphous… I think we need to do some body scans in the MRI. Come along…”

An hour later, Crick is explaining the results of the MRI to me, “Well, the ultrasound was correct. You are sort of undefined inside right now. Based on the scans, your testicles really are ovaries…but, the rest is still in flux. We will just have to give it another week and see where you are at the point…” I roll my eyes and go to the bank.

Speaking of work—things there are going better than I thought. The bank has strict anti-discrimination and harassment policies and I was fairly quickly accepted as ‘transgendered’ and ‘under professional care’ by HR. I had never really made any friends with the guys—but, now the girls are starting to accept me ‘as one of them’ and are trying to include me in more and more of their ‘cliques’. On the one hand, it is really nice of them—on the other hand, I am starting to get really bored with the whole bank scene… What was once a fairly challenging job, now sort of makes me feel like a grad student in kindergarten.

What I don’t really notice, for some reason, is—even though I am fast ‘outgrowing’ the people at the bank—I am still very comfortable talking to Cindy…about anything… Of course, that is just me being in love, but…

Anyway, over the course of the next week, my insides start to ‘cool down’. The churning finally stops on the morning that I am to go back to see Crick. Cindy just happens to be off at the salon that day and goes to the lab with me. Minutes after we go in, Crick has me on the exam table and is running the ultrasound wand over me…

She points at blobs on the monitor and says, “Look here! These are your ovaries… And this…this is your uterus… This is amazing… Internally, you seem to have the proper female organs. Of course, that is hard to determine, since you still have your old male equipment externally… Let’s get some more scans, then we will just have to wait and see if you develop any more…”

Well…nothing happens for two weeks…other than it is obvious that I am getting smarter… Things that completely mystified me before, like those stupid mind games and puzzles, are now like child’s play. Sudoku? Pah! Chess? Well, if that computer is any good at all… Crossword puzzles, riddles, anything that I can find that should completely baffle me are all…simple… I am stunned…

Then, the night before I am supposed to go back to the lab, Cindy and I are playing with each other in bed. All of a sudden, Cin gasps, “Rey, you are wet down there… Let me see what is going on…” She turns on the bedside light and pulls the covers down. I can’t really see what she is looking at, since she and my boobs are in the way. After a minute, Cin says, “Rey, you…well…see for yourself.” She takes my hand and pulls me over to the full-length mirror. My penis is the size of an unshelled peanut—literally. And there is a slit forming—sort of around it… And it is all very damp. There is no doubt that I am ‘gaining’ a vagina…and losing a penis… And it is happening very quickly; my penis is already barely visible in the slit just in the minute or two I have been standing here…

Sex that night was…well, nothing short of amazing. My vagina had fully formed after another ten minutes…and was this hot, moist…needy…thing… It was like the minute it was done forming that I was this horny bitch in heat… Cindy was happy to ‘play’ though… I have no idea where she got the strap-on dildo from…or why she had it to begin with… But, after last night, I am much more understanding of girls wanting to feel guys (or something) in them… That had always seemed so gross to me before… Not now!

I get out of the shower and dry off. I do my hair and put on my makeup…I have gotten fairly decent at that…and get dressed. Cindy is coming with me to the lab again today. We leave the apartment and I shut the door and lock it. We get in the elevator and this guy gets in just as the doors are about to close. I find myself almost staring at him. He is hot! I can smell his musky scent…his muscles are big and hard…I picture his penis as big and hard…and entering me… I have to fight myself from jumping him and impaling myself on his (imagined) hard penis… I am hot and almost hyperventilating from desire. I can feel my own juices running down my leg…

*DING* The door opens… The guy leaves and Cindy pulls me out of the elevator—she says, “I saw you ogling that guy. You wanted him didn’t you?” I shake my head and she says, “Rey, you wanted him! That is OK… It really is… But tell me… Do you still want me?” I look at her—shocked that she would ask. Then I understand and say, “Of course I do, Cin. I can’t understand my reaction to that poor guy… I wanted him so bad…but it was like…just for sex…you know? But, I LOVE you!”

Thirty minutes later, we are at the lab. I had just gotten my new driver’s license—in the name of Reyna Lynnette Hermann; so I drive. Cindy is busy texting someone the whole way, so I just amuse myself mentally calculating Pi to the thousandth decimal. I could have easily gone on, but we are here…

Crick puts me through a battery of physical and mental tests. After precisely 137.89 minutes (I don’t know how I know that—I just do), she pulls Cindy and I into her conference room. She says, “Reyna, you are now a full and complete woman in every way. You are fertile and will be on your first period in about two days. You CAN get pregnant; so remember that; assuming you develop any interest in guys…” I blush profusely and Cindy tells her about my ‘elevator guy’. Crick smiles widely, especially when she finds out that, apparently, I am bisexual now, since I am still into Cindy, too.

She says, “Well, that confirms your psych tests—which also said you are bi. Your IQ, by the way, is now 201—actually one point higher than mine, even. Which concludes the results of the tests given so far. But, I have one more thing that I want to see how you react to…” She pushes a button and, after 67.35 seconds, the door opens and a gorgeous young man walks into the room… He puts my elevator guy to shame. I feel myself getting wet again; my nipples get hard; my heart is beating hard and fast… I am having to really fight not jumping him… It is again like I am a bitch in heat…

Crick takes some vitals and says, “Dick, why don’t you take Reyna and Cindy to lab three…it is set up for you… I feel my eyebrows raise in question, but Cindy just gets up and takes my hand. She follows ‘Dick’, pulling me along behind, to a lab I have not been in before. We go in and there is a large bed set up…where I experience my first threesome with another woman and a man… And I find myself very hooked on the experience!

When we come out, Crick hands me and Cindy each a pill and tells us to swallow them. She says, “So you don’t get pregnant… Reyna, I know you are not protected… Cindy that is in case you are not… I swallow mine and so does Cindy. Crick smiles and says, “OK…now that you have fed your little addiction, Reyna, here is the check for the last of your money. You have earned it… Now; let’s talk about your future.”