I woke up around 7:A.M. the next day. As I stretched and did my business in the bathroom, I thought I should have had trouble sleeping because of the operation that is going to happen this morning. But instead, I slept incredibly well, and had no strange dreams last night.

When I left the bathroom, I see my family arriving, “Mommy!! Daddy!! Jenny!!” I squeal and run to them and drown them in hugs.

“Good morning, Sweety,” Mother says as she kissme me on my forehead.
“Excited?”

“Extremely. I can’t wait for it to be over.”

“Good morning, Sis.” Jenny says, hugging me.

“Good morning. I thought you would be at school, today.”

“Do you think that I'd be able to do anything there knowing that you will be on an operating table?”

“Thank you for being here for me, Ss.” I say, trying to hold back the tears.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now,” she says, giving me another hug.

I look at Dad, He seems to be sad. I wonder what’s wrong. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Pumpkin?” he says, trying to smile.

“Is there anything wrong?”

“No, Sweety. Nothing is wrong.”

I don’t believe it. “Daddy, something is clearly bothering you, its written all over your face.”

“What is bothering you? You been acting strange since last night.” Mother asks Father. “

Daddy looks at mr, “I’m sorry. It has been a very stressful few days for me. You know I love yo, Pumpkin, but it has been a bit hard for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that you are fine and happy, but I do feel like I am losing a son. It doesn’t mean I don’t love my new daughter though, just that it might take a little time to adjust, that’s all.”

I hug him very tight, “Oh daddy, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, Sweety, it’s not your fault.”

“OK, Daddy, I just wish that I could make this easier for you.”

“I know, but that’s something I have to do myself.”

A few minutes later, a doctor comes in and introduce himself, “Hello Joan, I’m Doctor Willian Jenkins, and I’ll be the one operating you today. I heard a lot about you. Nervous about today?”

“A little, more excited than anything actually. It’s like a dream becoming true for me.”

“I’m glad to hear that. In a few minutes a nurse will come and help you with a bath and prep you for surgery. I’ll see you at the operating theatre.”

“OK, Doctor.”

He left, and Nurse Chrissi came in, “Hello Joan, how are you, today?”

“Excited, mostly. And a bit nervous, too.”

“That’s alright. I’m glad that you are feeling well. I’ll help you with your bath because of the bandages on your arms, OK?”

“OK. I really need a bath.”

“You'll be shaved down there for the surgery.”

“Oh...” I said blushing.

“Don’t worry, Sweety. It’s my job,” she tells me with a smile.

“OK.”

After the bath, I think I went into some sort of trance because I only remember pieces of things: like being taken to the operating theatre, a gas mask some hissing and then nothing.

The next thing I remember is waking up in my room and my mother is there sitting by the bed.

“Hello, Sweety, how are you feeling?”

“Thirsty... and a bit woozy.”

“Its probably the painkillers. Here sip a bit of water,” she tells me giving me a glass of water.”

“Thanks, Mommy.”

“You are welcome.”

“Is it done?”

“Yes, Sweety. It’s all done.”

“Thank goodness,” I tell her and fall asleep again.

I wake up a few hours later again in a bit of pain, and this time my sister is there.

“Hi Sis.” I tell her softly

“Hi there, Sis, how are you feeling?”

“In a bit of pain, but nothing I can’t handle, yet.”

“If it gets too uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll call the nurse to see if she can adjust the painkillers.”

“Thank you, Sis.”

“Are you up for a visitor?”

“A visitor? Sure. Who?”

As soon as I ask her I see Mindy at the door and I start blushing, “H..hi Mindy.”

“Hi Joanie. How are you feeling?”

“Just in a bit of pain, a bit groggy, but happy.”

“That’s good to hear.” she says sitting by the bed. “You look good.”

“I must look a mess.” I blush.

“You really do look good. There is something different about you.”

“Different?” I look at her confused.

“Yes, you look more at peace and it shows.”

“I FEEL more at peace.”

“There is also something else, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“It must be the drugs,” I giggle.

“Hmmm.... maybe.” she says, looking deeply into my eyes.

She then takes my hand, my brain goes mushy again, and I melt.

“I’m glad you're OK, Joanie. I wish I could have been here this morning, but my parents forced me to go to school.”

“It...it’s okay Mindy.” Oh my. Why does she have such strong effect on me?

A few minutes later, the nurse comes in, "How are you feeling?"

"Lousy."

She gives me a new dose of painkillers. Didn’t take long and I was floating again. And a few more minutes later I was in the land of Nod again.

I won’t go into details of my recovery in the hospital as I got bored out of my mind. It went with the doctor’s visits to check on the dressings and stitches, talks with doctor Lisa, a lot of TV watching, reading and sleeping. My family was around me most of the time. Of course there was the time I finally saw my new vagina and the time I went to pee the first time after the operation. I cried of happiness both times.

By Saturday the doctor said I was fit to leave the hospital and I would jump up and down if I could. My mother and Jenny came to sign me out and take me home. They brought me a nice pink sundress, a pair of cotton panties and a padded bra. The last few days I noticed some breast development, it’s not quite an "A" cup, but they are breasts nonetheless.

I was wheeled out of the hospital and my mom brought the car close to the entrance. Jenny helped me to get into the car.

“Where’s daddy?”

“He is at home, he is making the final touches to your room, Sweety.” Mother says.

“Oh... really?” I ask her excitedly.

“Yes, really.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

The ride home was uneventful and I dozed off. What it seemed a few seconds later I wake up with my mother telling me we arrived home. Jenny helped me out of the car and Daddy was waiting at the door.

“Hi, Daddy.” I tell him giving him a big hug.

“Hi, Pumpkin, welcome home.” He says, hugging me back.

“It’s nice to be home.”

“I think I’ll go up to my room and lay down, I’m a bit tired.” I tell them and yawn, also wanting to see my new room.

“I’ll help you up the stairs, Sis.” .

When we reached top of the stairs, I open my door and look inside.

‘What’s happening? Didn’t Mom say that Dad was working on my room? Why does it look the same as always?’

I was still confused when Jenny tells me. “This isn’t your room anymore, silly. You are now sharing the room with me. It’s not like you would be comfortable here, anymore.”

What does she mean by that? Why wouldn’t I be comfortable? I think to myself completely lost and confused and follow her to our new room.

I open the door, and look inside and then I saw him and stop dead in my tracks. He looked at me and a big smile appeared on his face. He then got up and opened his arms to me.

“JOSH!!!!!!” I screamed and practically jumped on him hugging him fiercely and start to cry.

“H...how? W...when? A...are you r..really here?.” I say between sobs.

He was then holding me with one arm on my waist and the one hand doing soothing motions on my head and saying “It’s OK, Sis. It’s okay. I’m here. Welcome home.”