Wrote this probably ten years ago and its been sitting in my files ever since so I thought I'd toss it on and see how it goes. First part of a nine part story

Miss-taken Identity

I had constant nose bleeds. So much so that my Doctor recommended this surgery that would (or should) stop them. My mom, tired of cleaning and replacing sheets or pillow cases 2 or 3 times a week was all for it. I just felt uneasy if you know what I mean. The date scheduled, the time arrived and I went to the hospital with my mom. Dad (as usual) was away on business but said he'd be thinking about me during that time.

The last thing I remember was being rolled down the hall when something went wrong at the other end of the hall and everyone went running that way. I'm not exactly in a position to do anything so I just lay there. Another orderly came back and picking up the chart saw where I was going and wheeled me off to surgery. They talked to me in there in a girly fashion...I wasn't sure why and was too drugged to care. The world spun into darkness a few moments later....

I awoke later in a darkened room. I wasn't sure what time it was or where I was at first. My face hurt. Not a severe pain mind you, just as if I'd lost a fight type of hurt. I could see thru swollen eyes (why were my eyes swollen?) the bandages on my nose...that I expected. But I also saw what looked like mountains under the sheet in front of me. What was that for? I couldn't see my feet for the what ever was on my chest...which hurt…what was wrong with me? I tried to move my hand up to my nose and chest but my wrist was secured to the bed somehow. THAT scared me.

Why was I tied down? I could kinda focus now and saw my mom out of the corner of my eye. She smiled at me said everything was going to be fine and I should just lay here for the moment. This was supposed to be out-patient surgery. Feeling like I did I couldn't imagine leaving anytime soon. I asked my mom how long before we could leave. She patted my arm and a few minutes later a nurse came in. She smiled and put something in the IV...I don't remember anything after that.

I think I woke up the next day; I'm not sure what day it is now. I see mom again off to the side. She is wearing different clothes so I know it’s at least the next day...maybe? Standing next to her is dad. Why is dad here? He’s supposed to be on a trip for another week...I go to raise my hand and I'm still tied to the bed. I finally ask mom "why am I tied down?" She smiles her very concerned smile and I feel like I'm in trouble...no...I know I'm in trouble I just don't know what or why. Not "in trouble" mind you...but something is wrong kind of trouble.

Then the Doctor comes in and doesn't have a smile on his face. Then a suit comes in and doesn't have a smile on HIS face either. Something is wrong and I'm pretty sure it’s with me. So I ask in no specific direction "ok...what went wrong with the surgery?" Mom starts crying and I know something is very wrong. Dad grabs my hand and squeezes it then steps back. Then the suit talks "We'll take care of everything once the healing is done and your family and doctors make a determination as to when the next surgery can take place".

Now I'm really scared. "What’s wrong with me? Did you find cancer or something!?" I say as reasonably loud as I can. Mom has stopped crying and takes my hand. "We need to talk Jamie". Great...I usually get that comment when things are out of control or someone in the family has died...like me. Everyone leaves except mom, dad and the Doctor. When everyone is gone, she begins.

"Somewhere between you leaving the prep room and the surgery room your chart was swapped with another and, well, you got their surgery". Now I was scared..."what kind of surgery did I get?" Mom squeezed my hand again but this time the Doctor spoke. "350cc saline implants and a slight cartilage change on your nose and cheeks". It didn't click...saline implants? What were...."BOOBS!!!?" I shouted. Mom squeezed my hand again and I passed out.

I'm pretty sure it was the next day...or maybe the next. Mom was wearing a different outfit so I assumed such anyway. I wiggle my fingers at her and she smiled. "How ya feelin kid"? That was a more typical mom sound so I felt better already. "When can I have my arms back" I said with a smile. "The Dr didn't want you bumping into things (glancing down at my chest) and in your drugged state start tearing at them" she said.

"He'll be by in a while and we can ask him if you can be released then" she continued. "When can I see what’s been done" I asked. "We'll ask him that too" she said. We small talked for a while, pretty much about nothing. I finally asked a light but what I felt was going to be a pertinent question considering the 800 pound gorilla that was in the room. "So...I guess your going to need to take me bra shopping soon huh" I said with a bit of a smile. "I guess we will" she said trying to determine how to respond with me smiling.

"You've been wearing one since you came out of surgery three days ago. That’s how they keep everything in place to start with" she added. "So what size am I" I tried to sound as light as possible. "You’re a 32C" mom said. "Same size as me" she continued. OK...I will admit...mom looked pretty nice in a bikini...and I was a bit mortified to think that I now would look just as “nice”. "So, why didn't they just take them back out?" I asked.

"I guess it’s more complicated than that" she said. "Have they said how long they have to stay in then?" I asked. "Yes" she said...and then looked out the window..."no less than six months and probably up to a year" she said still looking out the window. I felt my gut come up to my lips but it stopped and retreated. I was going to have boobs for a year....then it really hit me...I was going to look like a girl for a year.

It wasn't going to be hard to look like a girl. I had fought it for years. I am 17 now but still only 5'5" and 115 pounds. I had let my hair grow for the last several months as a rebellion thing. Just waiting for people to say "miss" or "madam" to me and I took great joy in correcting them. Now, they were going to be right. My girlfriend liked my hair long which is another reason I hadn't cut it before now.

Now I was glad it was long. I wouldn't look like a freak with short "boy" hair and big boobs. My girlfriend...Sara...this was going to be difficult to say the least. How do I explain this to her? "Wonder what I tell Sara" I said in the direction of mom. "She came by yesterday" mom turned towards me..."she knows". "AND" I said... "She said she's looking forward to you getting home". Well, that was a bit of a relief I guess. She doesn't hate me or at least will wait till I get home to dump me. I mean...how many girls want a boyfriend with boobs as big as their own? (I'd find out later...at least one!)

The Doctor came in about that time saving mom from more personal questions I had come up with. I waved from my restrained position and he smiled. "If you'll behave I'll let them release you in a week or two" he said with a smile. My eyes got as big as saucers I'm sure. "Oh...alright" he smiled as he walked over to the bedside and began to release my wrists for the first time in days. "But you are going to have to wear them like that at night for a while" he continued.

"How long am I going to have to be here" I questioned with concern in my voice. "You can go home today as far as I'm concerned. But I have seen cases where things like this have happened and the patent would become violent in their sleep and actually rip open their skin trying to get the "creatures" off their chest. So I have talked with your parents about your sleeping arrangements at home young lady and you will need to be restrained at night for at least the next two weeks to a month".

I guess I heard the next two weeks part but then my brain told me he had said "young lady" as well. But I guess that part was now applicable so I didn't try and correct him. As he released my wrists he said with a grin "they're not magnetic...so keep you hands off them" looking at my chest. But that is exactly what I did. To be bluntly honest, I gently felt myself up. Felt my breasts (yes "my"), felt my nose, my nose...I hadn't even asked about it.

"My nose" I said. "The work that was done on your nose should actually take care of what you were here for in the first place" he said. "What did they do" I asked. "It will be pretty when the swelling goes down" mom interjected. Great...I have boobs and matching pretty nose. For some reason I think I won't be looking like a boy at school for a while. "School" I said with a bit of shock on my face.

"What am I going to do for school?" It was the first week of March (spring break) and there were 9 weeks more school left. "We'll deal with that next week" mom said. The Doc hung around for another 20 minutes or so giving mom, but mostly me, directions on the "care and feeding" of my new breasts. He left and said he'd have the paperwork downstairs in about an hour so I could be home this afternoon.

I went to get up for the first time in 3 days and found myself attached to the bed down below. Then I saw the tube coming out of where my penis should be running into a bag attached to the side of the bed. That bothered me more than the boob job I think. No one had told me about that. "What’s that for" I asked. "Oh that"...he said.

"You will need to wear it for the rest of the week and when you come in for your checkup next Monday I'll see about removing it" he said. "How do I pee" I asked. "24/7" he said. "That’s the whole point of it. Your body is on automatic right now and we need to leave it there for a while. Once everything else is ok, we'll put you back in control". (I never thought to ask WHY it was there)

"How do I move around" I asked. "It will strap to your leg so you can do anything you need to...except wear pants". "So, how do I go home then" I said a bit sarcastically. "I'd suggest a dress or blouse and skirt" he said. Don't think you’re the only guy who left here in a dress. I won’t say it happens all the time but it does happen" he finished. And left.

I looked at mom and she just smiled. "Just relax...I'll go see what I can find. I'll be back in a while" and with that she pulled out her ever handy tape measure, took a few quick measurements, and was gone. I sat there for the first time in 3 days alone, awake, and un-shackled. I couldn't leave the bed since I was on a "short tube" you might say and I didn't know how to take it off.

I felt myself up again. This was very different feeling breasts and they're attached to your own body. I could see the mirror now that I could sit up and I saw a head with a bandaged face above a pair of sizable breasts on a slight frame. There was no way I was going to look like anything other than a girl for the foreseeable future.

About that moment Mrs. Morgan came into the room. “What are you doing here” I said with surprise in my voice. “I work here silly” She said. “Oh yeah…I forgot”. I replied. Mrs. Morgan was Joey Morgan’s mom. They lived 2 doors down from us and had been our neighbors since just after Joey and I were born. I knew Mrs. Morgan was a nurse, I just didn’t realize she worked here at the hospital.

“I wanted to be able to show you and your mom how to do this but I guess we can start with you and just give Mary an update when she gets back or come over later and show her” Mrs. Morgan said. With that she began showing me how to clean and change the bandage in my armpits. That’s where they did the implants from. I would find out later it’s the most invasive but leaves the chest looking totally natural, like nothing was ever done.

That’s why it would need to completely heal before they went back in and removed them. She then had me turn so I was sitting off the side of the bed looking at her. She unhooked my bra and let it slide down my arms. Suddenly I could feel all the weight on my chest and I actually leaned forward. I looked down at the two globes sitting on my chest then back at her.

“They’ll take some getting used to” she said. She then went about showing me a cream I needed to rub into the skin two to three times a day to minimize stretch marks. Then she went about changing the bandage on my nose, and as I was to learn as she removed the bandage, my cheeks as well. She let me walk over to the mirror while she readied the replacement bandage.

I wasn’t sure just what had been done, but while I didn’t look any different, I looked totally like a girl now. My face seemed rounder and smoother with my nose more slender but not pointy. I was still black and blue under the bandages, but now she was replacing them with small patches to cover the incisions as opposed to the near-full face bandage I had been wearing for 3 days.

Mom came back a short while later. I was sitting in the lone chair in the room as opposed to that dreadful bed. She smiled as she walked in, course, any excuse for mom to shop usually made her smile, but I think she had a bit more fun this trip; what with shopping for her new daughter. The things she pulled out of her bags made me cringe at first.

First was a long black/grey/white dress that had to be floor length and made of satin or something like it (charmuse), sleeveless, with wide straps over the shoulders. “I’m going home mom, not to dinner and a movie” I said with a smirk. “No movie, but we may be doing dinner as we go home by the time we get out of here” she replied equally sarcastically.

Next, she took out a pair of low heeled strappy sandals in black and then a pair of grey hose and a black garter belt. She had a wry smile on her face as she removed the last item, a pair of black crotchless panties. I looked are her with significant suspicion. She responded with “What...no son much less a daughter of mine is going out anywhere without panties on!” I just shook my head, some in disbelief that this was happening and some at my mother being …well…mother.

I stripped to my birthday suit, well, birthday suit plus the bra and presented myself to her. I was standing there as such when she got one of her thoughts and darted from the room, returning a minute later with Mrs. Morgan in tow. Mrs. Morgan looked at me and smiled. I wasn’t sure if it was a good smile or not but she walked over and began to remove the bra leaving me totally naked.

Mom then pulled out a black bra from the last bag and they began to dress me like I was a life-sized doll. Bra, then the crotch-less panties where Mom (and I) learned how to disconnect the tube from the bag and re-hook it up (to a smaller “walking bag”), then I learned how to put on a garter belt, hose and shoes, then the two of them helped me into the dress and zipped it up.

Mom then worked on my hair for a few minutes to make it look better than 3 day hospital bed hair but didn’t get to far to which she said we’d make a stop once we were out of this place…to which I agreed. The obligatory wheelchair ride to checkout and the front door, then to mom’s awaiting BMW…wait a minute…we don’t have a BMW…!