Wannabe Wyld

Wannabe Wyld
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by Saless

May, 2023

The silence seemed to stretch on for hours. Dr. Corman sat there, staring patiently at me the whole time. I fidgeted; trying to get the nerve up to say something. It wasn't happening.

Dr. Corman sighed, "Karl, I can't help you if you don't tell me what the problem is."

I looked down, and breaking eye contact seemed to do the trick, "You won't tell anyone, right?"

"So long as you aren't a danger to yourself or anyone else I can't tell a soul." Dr. Corman replied reassuringly.

Sighing, I managed to look him in the eye as I said, "I'm a girl."

He didn't look surprised. In fact, he seemed a little relieved. Like this was something he knew how to deal with and not the difficult case he thought it was going to be. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and said, "I know that going Wyld can be traumatic, but it's best that you accept it. If you try to fight it you'll only make yourself miserable."

That answer had the ring of something he'd said many times before, but confused the hell out of me, "What?!"

He blinked in confusion, "Weren't you saying you were a girl before you went Wyld? It does happen from time to time."

I shook my head, "No, I haven't gone Wyld yet."

"Oh. Are you saying you're intersex, then?" he asked.

"No. At least, not physically that I know of." I replied weakly, no longer able to meet his gaze.

"Oh." he replied weakly. Another silence stretched between us, but only for a few moments. "Okay, I think I understand where you are coming from now. But I have to ask; what were you hoping to get from this meeting?"

"Hormones?" I said hopefully.

He shook his head sadly, "I can't do that. Gender reassignment isn't as tolerated as it once was. It's a lot more difficult to get hormones. Furthermore, we are forbidden from giving any hormones or other medical assistance to pre-Wyld individuals."

"What? Why?!" I demanded angrily.

He made placating gestures, "Please, calm down. It's a little known fact that transgender people above the age of twenty are virtually extinct now."

That word sent chills down my spine, "What do you mean?"

He must have seen my reaction, "It's not like it sounds. It's just that transgender people have a tendency to change into their desired gender when they go Wyld. The biggest transgender issue these days is getting kids to wait until they go Wyld, and the people who become transgender when they go Wyld."

"How do you become transgender?" I asked. That didn't make any sense to me.

He shrugged, "Sometimes people change genders, either partially or fully, when they go Wyld. Most were transgender before they went Wyld, but some weren't. It's the ones that weren't that have a bad time. They were happy with their gender and suddenly change. Most want to change back very badly. Fortunately they usually manage to adjust fairly well, though some do require medical intervention of the sort you're seeking."

I nodded, absorbing that. It had to suck pretty badly to get turned into something you're not. I wondered if it was even worse than being born that way? Might be; at least at first.

"So, there's nothing you can do for me?" I asked.

He shook his head sadly, "No, I'm afraid not. Now, if you don't change when you go Wyld there might be something I can do. But sometimes Wyld powers include rapid healing. That tends to neutralize anything medical science can do. In that case your best bet would be to find a Wyld with the power to transform other people. I'm not aware of anyone with that power, but considering the breadth of powers displayed by Wyld I wouldn't be surprised if there was somebody out there with that ability."

"But I might change into a girl when I go Wyld, right?" I asked hopefully.

He shrugged, "There have been no studies on the issue that I know of but my experience says it is very likely. I can't promise anything, though."

I sighed, "It's more hope than I had coming in here. Thanks Dr. Corman."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." he said as he shook my hand. He held the door open and I numbly stepped out.

In a daze I walked out of the doctor's office and back to my dorm room. The walk was a blur and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of the mirror on my closet door. I wanted to smash the glass to deny what I was seeing but the last time I did that I cut myself pretty badly. I would have bled to death if Dad hadn't found me. Despite everything I didn't want to die. Not yet. Not so long as there was hope.


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