ATALANTA'S STORY Chapter One written by Katelyn and edited by William Durr. A boy and his mother move to New Mexico for a new start after her husband and his father goes down over Iraq. The "Land of Enchantment" gives him more than he bargained for.I copied and pasted this from word and the paragraphs didn't format with a space between. Any errors are mine not Bill's. This is my first attempt but I would like your comments. Also this story starts slow but the pace does pick up and it is complete.

Atalanta’s Story
Introduction
How can I tell the story of Atalanta in the context of male to female transformation fiction? The idea fascinates me in that Atalanta displays both male and female strengths that I believe lends it well to TS storytelling.
What elements do I want in this story; the hero/heroine is magically changed into a girl in her teens, from Alan to Atalanta at 13 years old with help from her mom who is a doctor. They have just moved to New Mexico from Pennsylvania for a second chance after her husband goes down over Iraq one year earlier. The change took place over three days.
The hero/heroine is changed into a woman/girl in their teens.
Alan is transformed to Atalanta at 13 years old.
His mom is a doctor whose husband is killed in a military exercise one year earlier.
Alan as a boy was effeminate in appearance and manner. After the transformation while his body definitely became more feminine his mannerisms became more masculine.
How did the change occur?
My mom decides to become an on site Dr. for a Spa that also billed itself as a retreat. Judy, the owner who was a college roommate of Liz Reed, had offered her the position.
The change occurs near one of the ‘outposts’ the complex built for a nature experience. Alan and Liz decided to take a break at the ‘outpost’. Sightsee a little then watch the sunset and head home. That was the plan, a plan that got sidetracked and delayed by several hours.

Chapter One

Alan separated from the group and became lost as he stumbled into a blind canyon. Though they both had phones and were in communication, neither she nor he could find the entrance to the canyon. Their guide was just as confused as Liz was. When the connection was lost to either a dead battery or the rocky terrain Liz became frantic and called Judy at the main house. Judy said she would be right out after she contacted the local search and rescue headquarters.

Judy was advised to build a large fire in the hopes that Alan might see it and find them. It was also used as point check for the plane that was readying for a dawn aerial search.

Of course that was called off when he came into camp a little before midnight ... he came in from the west when the direction should have been south. The guide used that trail as sheer cliffs prevented east-west passage and into the narrow valley he had walked down.

Both Liz and Judy noticed Alan seemed different, a difference that was hard to pinpoint ... they both sensed it. For one thing he seemed to have grown an inch taller ... possibly more! Alan had just experienced a growth spurt going from 5’4” to 5’7” in a matter of a couple of months though his frame remained slender almost girlish.

The onset of puberty had changed his voice very little from adolescent but even that little bit of deepening was absent from his voice. His speech pattern, tone, and inflections seemed to have subtly shifted.

Liz had noticed that hugging him his nipples poking out tent poling the front of his t- shirt and he seemed to have extra padding on his hips and butt as well.

Judy drove them back to the complex with Liz riding shotgun and Alan in back curled up asleep.
“Alan seems a little different,” Judy observed carefully adding, “Don’t you think?”

Liz smiled wearily, “You noticed?”

“Just a couple of things that might have been moonlight playing tricks,” Judy offered hopefully.

“Nothing I’d swear to in open court,” Judy began, “But his shirt and pants seemed a little tighter than I remember. His voice seemed to be a touch softer and his cadence more varied. Again though nothing I’d swear to,” Judy replied being careful in her description.

Liz replied softly, “You are not mistaken; he has changed ... or is changing. The real question is how far will this change go and how and why.”

Parked in front of her cottage both women turned to look at the sleeping form in the backseat. His long reddish blonde hair curled around his shoulders framing a decidedly feminine face with his slim nose, soft jaw line and chin accentuated by pouty naturally tinted lips. Framing that beautiful face was thin arched eyebrows and long thick eyelashes hinted at the sparkle surely contained in those widely set eyes. Both women then took in his padded frame and gasped.

“What the hell happened out there,” Liz whispered urgently.

Judy remained quiet for a long time before answering, “I don’t know but what I do know is the changes I spoke earlier as seeing and not being sure I would swear to it is not what we saw back at camp. I think he has changed more in the drive here.”

Liz paused to look intently before answering softly, “There is no way that she can or will be mistaken for a he.”

“I don’t know how complete ... the change is ... but for all appearances she is female now,” agreed Judy.

“I ... we need a plan,” Liz began hesitantly and then more forcefully as the professional in her began to exert control. “I think we should document the process as accurately as possible. I will take a blood sample tonight and prepare it checking for hormone levels, blood gases and fluid levels. Tomorrow I will need to go in the big city and have a cat scan and ultra sound done on her. We need to see if she has developed a female reproductive system yet and if she hasn’t or can’t, see if SRS can be used later on.”

“SRS,” Judy interjected.

“Sexual Reassignment Surgery,” Liz explained, “or SRS is performed on transgendered women to construct a vagina using her penis and sack for her labia and vagina. I’d like to know if she has sufficient depth and width in case this process stops short. As we have already observed she can’t ever go back to being Alan.”

Judy arched an eyebrow at Liz, “SRS seems a little outside of general practice.”

“It is,” Liz agreed, “Alan has always leaned towards the feminine side and the older he got the more it seemed natural for him. I did some research in case the subject came up.”

“I see,” Judy replied thoughtfully, “well if you get blood tonight and then tomorrow in the big city we will have a baseline 12 and 24 hours afterwards ...”

“Good idea,” exclaimed Liz, “I’ll present her as a Jane Doe transgender patient seeking confirmation for her diagnosis and subsequent surgery. Later I will take her to another clinic for another scan and see if she is developing inside.”

“Are you coming back tomorrow,” Judy asked.

“If I can then yeah, I think it will be best if she gets rest and quiet until we know more. But I need to pick up the clinic supplies, the tests run and blood drawn and a small wardrobe for her to wear ... so I don’t know if I have time.”

“I’ll go with you, pick up the supplies while you’re getting the tests done, and go shopping. Speaking of that we can take her measurements once we get her inside and undressed as both another baseline and a reference for her sizes.”

“Judy ... thanks, I really appreciate it,” Liz answered as she opened her door and went over to the driver’s side to help Judy rouse Alan from her stupor. Both women guided him inside and into his bedroom where he mildly protested as they undressed him. There was a brief moment of embarrassment as they removed his briefs and saw his diminished size. Wordlessly they took his measurements and placed him under the covers as he remained in a semi-conscious state probably in shock.

Judy prepared coffee while Liz drew blood and took his BP and pulse determined to take his BP every hour for the next couple of hours after the shock of seeing him naked.

Later as they sat around the table sipping coffee Liz broached the subject both had avoided, “Judy it has been several years since I helped him with his bath but I’m sure he was more developed then. I didn’t know whether to hug him or cry. The mother in me wants to snatch him up and rush him to the ER while the Dr. in me knows that what I’m doing right now is all that the ER will do. I don’t know how much he will be changed or how dangerous it might be.”

“Liz I have reconsidered what we should do after we got him inside. I think it is obvious that you will and it is probably prudent that you continue to take his vitals for the next few hours. Since it is already after 1 a.m., the earliest you can get any sleep is after 4 a.m. I don’t think it will do anybody any good if we wreck on the way or are out of our minds if we get there. I will use your guest room and set my watch for 7 a.m., which gives me a good 5 hrs of sleep. You meanwhile keep check on his vitals and if everything looks good you go to bed.”

“He should be all right for the 3 hours we are both asleep. I’ll get up check his vitals go to my place to freshen up and pack, tell my assistants a condensed version of what we are doing and get me breakfast and bring some back for you and Alan. I’ll again take his vitals and wake you up.”

Judy paused and continued saying, “After you get ready we will wake Alan get her ready to travel and depending on what you have that will fit her we will either stop in town or shop in the big city. If we leave soon after 10am we should be in the big city about 1pm enough time for you to have the tests you want done. I get done what I need to in the meantime and we layover for the night and return tomorrow. You are the doc but I think the worst will be past by then. And if the worst does come the big city has better medical facilities.”

Liz reflected on what Judy had said and replied, “It is not perfect but is as good as we can do under the circumstances. While I don’t like leaving him alone for 3 hrs there is not much help for it and is a good idea for us to get some sleep. I like being in the big city if something serious starts too. Let’s do it.”

Judy got up, went to the guest bedroom, and was soon fast asleep. Liz followed suit 3 hrs later doubting whether sleep would come but it did and she slept soundly. Liz was roused the next morning with Judy gently shaking her, “Wake up sleepy head,” Judy teased.

“How is Alan and what time is it?”

“Alan is fine, she is eating breakfast, and it is about a quarter ‘till nine.” Liz was wide-awake as she threw back the covers revealing she had slept fully clothed and followed Judy into the kitchen.

Alan was indeed sitting and slowly eating with a glass of juice beside her. Liz helped herself to coffee and breakfast sitting down beside Alan. Between bites she asked Alan, “How are you and how are you feeling this morning?”

Alan paused with the juice glass in her hand, “Pretty good considering but I seem to be in a mental fog which maybe why I haven’t really freaked out over growing breasts, hips that feel a mile wide, a little girl’s voice and a face that belongs to a model.”

Liz noticed he had not mentioned his genitals. “Anything else,” she gently inquired.

“Since I woke up naked this morning I guessed you know ...,” he trailed off mainly embarrassed.

“I didn’t bring that up to embarrass you but I do want you understand the severity of the changes. If as I suspect you are changing into a complete woman then those outside changes down there are indicative of internal restructuring which at some point ends with you having complete female genitals. If the process gives you the correct interior plumbing but stops short of a vaginal opening then you could have internal bleeding which will require emergency surgery to save your life.”
Seeing the near panic in her eyes Liz quickly reassured Alan, “That is the worst case which is conjecture at this point but the tests in the big city will help us determine the extent of the changes. To do that without a lot of questions asked or suspicions raised requires your help.”

“I don’t understand,” Alan mumbled.

Liz continued patiently explaining, “I am going to present you as a Jane Doe TS patient transitioning from male to female and these test are documentation for a future SRS. To pull that deception off you will need to dress appropriately... in a woman’s wardrobe.”

Recognition hit Alan and he relied, “I see well, I need both of you to help me then.”

“You got it,” both Judy and Liz chorused with Liz adding, “I need to take your measurements and see if I have anything you can wear, if not we will stop in town for a quick change of clothes otherwise straight into the big city where we will get you a wardrobe. Now stand up while I get your measurements and Judy writes them down, then you go and clean up. Hurry daylight is burning.”

When Alan had left the room Liz asked how much change had occurred since last night.

“Two inches in the waist, three in the hips and two in the chest and she is now nearly a “C” cup which I believe is due mainly to loss of mass in the shoulders. She now measures 32-26-30.

Together they went into Liz’s bedroom where she rummaged in her closet choosing a pair of white Capri’s and top and matching bra and panties with black flats completing the look.

“Will you help her dress while I wash off and pack,” Liz asked handing her a scrunchie for Alan’s hair. Judy nodded as she carried the clothes into Alan’s room where she heard the water running.

“Need any help,” she called out.

“I’ll be out in a minute.

Minutes later Alan appeared with a towel wrapped around her and blushing furiously. Wordlessly Judy handed her the panties that she slid on and settled them in place. Judy noted the almost perfect smooth female presentation and handed over the Capri and the flats. Judy helped her with the bra noticing the c cups were too large and lastly the blouse. “I help you with your hair,” Judy said combing and brushing her hair before tying it back with the scrunchie.”

“Let go see if your mom is ready.” As they walked into the kitchen Liz appeared from the bedroom with her luggage in hand. The three walked out together with Judy getting behind the wheel, Liz in the passenger seat and Alan in the back.

At 9:45 a.m. they pulled onto the state maintained road to town and then the interstate.

Nearing town Judy said, “I will stop at the department store and run in and get her better fitting bra and panties. You two can wait out here if you like; I won’t be but a minute.”

Some 20 minutes later Judy had returned carrying a shopping bag and handing it to Liz who looking into the bag exclaimed, “There is more than bra and panties in here.”

“Guilty, I got a couple of tops and tees and a pair of cute shorts and other Capri pants. Oh and a darling pair of sandals and they were on sale.”

Later on the interstate Liz handed a bra and the sandals to Alan, “Try these on,” she said. Wordlessly Alan began to unbutton her blouse but stopped when Liz squealed, “No don’t take off your blouse change your bra underneath it,” she directed turning around in her seat assisted Alan in making the exchange. She watched critically as he tried on the sandals that did fit and looked better.

As she turned back into her seat, she and Judy exchanged knowing looks. “Alan you have been awfully quiet are you alright?

“I guess so,” Alan responded quietly.

“Well we need to talk, dear,” Liz began, “We should be arriving at the center in a couple of hours. Alan as a name doesn’t fit you now, how does Alana sound for now?”

Alan ran the name over her tongue a couple of times, “It sounds fine and it is pretty close to my original name. I think that is good at least for now but I’d like to think so more before deciding to keep it permanent.”

Liz thought her response indicated an awareness level that was reassuring and decided continued to encourage elicit responses.

“I’d like for you to think back to yesterday to when we got separated, do you remember where we were?”

Alana stilled her breathing calming her mind: they were in an ancient dry riverbed, which offered easier passage through the rough landscape. A twisted juniper clung tenaciously to the far bank, a lone sentinel standing against spring floods, summer droughts, and winter’s bleakness as testament to tenacity and commitment.

“I was behind you by about twenty yards almost across from the old twisted tree when you all disappeared behind a boulder. When I got there, a faint winding trail led up into the cliff face and I could hear your voices coming right in front of me. And I hurried through several turns and came out into a flat grass valley about 50 yards long and about half that wide. There was no sign of the group and no voices either. That is when I called you and every path led to a dead-end.”

Liz quickly replied, “I remember that tree but there was not any boulders. We did drop down into what was undoubtedly an ancient pool that was 6 or 8 feet deep. Our guide pointed out several layers of sediment on the sides accumulated over the centuries. After a couple of minutes I went in search for you.”

At that point Judy piped in, “I know that tree very well and its location. The canyon walls there are at 30 yards away there and vary a bit but they are nowhere near close enough to for anyone to disappear behind. Alana it appears some kind of magic was used to deceive you. The canyon and cliffs are rugged and impenetrable to the west without several days to the south to go around. In other words to get from where you disappeared to where you appeared in hours is impossible except straight through the cliffs.”

Alana continued, “At the back of the valley backed against the cliff sat a stone structure with a waterfall tumbling from the cliffs. Close inspection showed the stone building had a door opening but no door, window openings and no windows, a roof support structure but no roof. The water falling hit a giant boulder some 50’-75’ in the air spraying a mist all around me resulting in a rainbow of colors that filled the air and even seem to coat the grass and the pool. I suddenly got tired and lay down, and when I woke up it was almost dark. I found a cave behind the water and followed it to where I saw you fire.”

“I know that area well and nothing like has ever been seen before to my knowledge. I’ll have some men plant several posts near that place and rope them together. At least if the posts and rope are held onto then no one should wander off.”

“Good idea Judy,” replied Liz.

Liz then turned to her son now her daughter in the back and asked, “I have a question for you ... Alana. Did you ever think about being a woman or if you should have been born female.”

Alana replied barely audible, “My earliest memories are that something was wrong with my body. I don’t know if I ever expressed it to you or not mom.”

“Not that I remember,” Liz confessed. “Any more memories like that,” Liz encouraged her.

“Not for several years and even then it was brought about noticing my physical size was more like a girl’s than boys. And I was teased about it, not much but some. I wouldn’t say it was a serious thought more like a ‘what if’ exercise. It could also be that had I gave it serious thought might have forced me to look at thing I didn’t want to look at.”

They rode the rest of the trip in relative silence and once in the big city Liz had Judy stop at the lab to leave the blood vials and at the last minute decided to have Alana’s urine tested. She was told the results might be ready as early as that evening.

They found the center that Liz had called earlier and Judy went in with them to confirm the appointments. Once confirmed Judy left to pick-up the clinic’s supplies and secure a room for the night.

In the hospital Liz helped Alana undress for the tests donning the standard gown and safely storing her street clothes.
Liz assured her that she was in the next room when the scan was performed reading the images displayed as they became available. She furrowed her brow at the echoes that seemed to hint at possible tumors growing in her belly. The technician pointed this out to Liz and suggested follow-ups with an oncologist.

Liz agreed that it did look early stage but said she had an oncologist that she referred with in Philly. Next were the x-rays and then getting dressed to leave. Liz had called Judy who was waiting for them as they left and took them to their lodgings for the night, a three-room duplex and kitchenette. Judy had also picked up the samples Liz had left earlier at the lab.

Judy had also done a grocery run: snacks, soda, wine, beer, breakfast items, and juice. She had brought their luggage in, stored the groceries, and all that needed their immediate attention was dinner. Sitting around the table, delivery pizza was agreed on and they called a national chain that claimed they would have it in 30 minutes or less.

Any pain or discomfort Liz asked taking Alana’s BP and pulse frowning slightly at what seemed erratic readings.

“No pain but I am a bit bloated,” she confessed.

“Bloated?” Liz asked.

“Yeah, like you eat something that doesn’t digest. I’m not certain I can eat anything. I’ll try a little juice.”

“Dear why do you go and change into your nightgown and I will bring in your juice. It has been a long day.”

“Thanks mom, I believe I will.”

After Alana had left the room Judy leaned closer and whispered, “What gives?”

“The tests from the lab confirm that her biology is normal for a healthy 13 year old girl. That is the good news; the other news is that the scan and ultra sound shows what in a normal evaluation early stage tumor is. I suspect what is showing up is the developing internal female reproductive system.”

At that moment they were interrupted by a knock on the door signaling the pizza arrival. After placing it on the table Liz went into Alana’s bedroom to check on her and found her asleep with about half the juice drunk. She took that moment to again check her BP and pulse which had raised only a couple of points. Nothing to worry about in isolation but if it continued to raise it would be. She knew the body’s early warning system of stress showed quickly in BP readings.

Liz opened a bottle of beer, snatched up a piece of pizza, and began woodenly chewing it. She really didn’t feel much like eating but figured she needed the strength. Neither of the two pieces she ate had much taste.

After each had digested their fill, Judy leaned in again, “You were saying about the scan.”

“I don’t believe those echoes were cancerous but the beginning of interior plumbing. That leaves us with two options neither one good. Under the first one, we keep her here until the pain gets too bad and we have to call ER. Depending on how far along the change is, might dictate a harmful diagnosis. You and I believe that it is likely the ‘tumors’ we see are healthy tissue but there are doctors that refuse to believe nothing that is outside of SOP. These doctors are likely to recommend a treatment that might kill her. If by a miracle we do convince someone of the truth how can we explain it?”

“And what is the second option?” Judy inquired.

“I find an all night medical supply company and buy a portable IV unit and a monitor and stock a hydrating solution, morphine if I can get it for a drip and anti-biotic solution too. Some test kits for particular markers. If we can keep her stabilized 24 hrs then I feel she will be far enough changed that admitting her if necessary will be routine. This second option puts us at considerable more risk than the first option but gives her a better outcome.”

“Define risk,” Judy inquired.

“Doing the second is pushing both medical and legal ethics and should something happens and if the specialized hospital equipment is found it would damn near impossible to explain it away and especially if Alana dies.”

The gravity of the situation sunk in and each woman was quiet for several minutes before Judy spoke, “Liz I trust your judgment and I know you are motivated to find the best solution. I say we go with the second option, reserving the right to call the ER if her signs fall below a certain level regardless how long it has been. Set parameters and thresholds now and pull the plug here once those level are reached and drive her to the ER.”

Liz mused for several seconds and replied, “That will work for me.” She found the phone directory and the businesses that had what she was looking for called and arranged for her to pick up the specialized equipment. Liz also located a hospital pharmacy that sold the rest of what she needed. Before she left Liz checked on Alana again winching that her numbers had risen another two points.

“I will back in 90 minutes if anything changes, call me.”

“I will, Judy said and adding, “She will be all right.” Liz nodded as grabbed her purse and keys and left.
Judy meanwhile carried a chair from the table into Alana’s bedroom and watched her intently. She seemed to be resting well. Judy went into the living room called the front desk to say they were staying at least an extra day. She then called her assistants that she was staying over another day.

The door opened and Liz came in carrying several boxes placing them on the table asking, “How is she?”

“No change.”

Liz nodded, “Can you help me bring in the equipment.” The two women soon had that set up and working while Liz hooked up the triage on the back of her hand ready to accept IV bags if necessary. Both women watched the monitor displaying its numbers across the screen tracking Alana’s vital signs. Liz left the room opened the boxes and placed several containers in the refrigerator while separating others according to their use. She also had a logbook to record observations, treatments and diagnosis explaining to Judy that having a record of the event would work in their favor if things went wrong. Liz had also rented an oxygen generator in case.

The women set down at the table with Judy asking Liz to go over the game plan and what signs to look for from Alana and interpreting the monitor outputs.

“We have a basic ICU here except access to quick tests and ready to treat anything short of a stroke, heart attack, or surgery. The tests we got results from the lab indicate that her electrolytes and hydration levels are low/normal. I want to carefully monitor her input and output of fluids to see how well her kidneys are working. Sometime after midnight I’ll start her on a standard hydration and glucose drip and we keep close track of her BP. If it starts to rise sharply we will know her body is in distress and painkillers added to her treatment and that should ease her BP some. I bought some test kits to track white blood cell count, which will give us an idea if infection has set in or internal bleeding occurs. Her body temperature will also give us a heads up. We don’t have a sterile environment but I bought wipes and wiped clean her immediate environment and from now on whenever we go in her room we use the gloves, mask, and head cap. Her immune system is likely to be compromised and while she probably has immunity to our staph germs. I am certain there are left over bugs from other occupants. It is not perfect but it is pretty good.”

“Wow,” Judy replied, “sounds like you have got our bases covered.”

“Well we do have multiple contingencies covered but our main shortfall is time. We can only cover for a limited time; sometime after noon tomorrow, we will run out of options. Sooner if complications occur. Sometime tomorrow, I’ll call the ER and tell them I have an inter-sex child that remained unknown until puberty and that I am a doctor and bringing her by private car to the ER. That is the worse case scenario that we are prepared for.”

Judy interrupted her train of though, “I think I will pour me a glass of wine, you want one.”

Liz nodded in agreement taking the glass and tasting it absent-mindedly while she continued to verbalize her fears, “Her changes so far have mostly been superficial and are replicated daily by skilled surgeons and usually without complications but almost always painful. However, hers has happened without benefit of science and relatively pain free so far. This second half involves internal medicine and so far as I know has never been tried or accomplished before and I have no way to predict what will happen. What triggered this transformation has to be either magical or supernatural in nature and all we can do here is offer support or supplement that process. I wish there was more we could do.”

“Look,” Judy reasoned, “Just us being here will help her and you will do her more good by not worrying yourself sick.”

Liz and Judy after discussing the probabilities decided they would each hold 5 hr shifts with Judy taking the first shift until 1 a.m. when Liz would watch until 6 a.m.

Before going to bed Liz looked in on Judy and Alana and watched for several minutes to assure her that she was resting and again she indicated to Judy to call her before 1 a.m. if needed.

At 1 a.m., Liz awoke, washed her face, wandered into the kitchen for coffee, and was sipping it when Judy appeared in the door to Alana’s room. After shutting the door Judy poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down by Liz.

“How did you sleep,” observed Judy.

“Better than I thought I would,” Liz admitted and added, “How is she doing?”

“All right so far but I think I will stay up a while longer. I have a gut feeling the next couple of hours will be the turning point. Liz was about to agree when the beeper on the monitor sounded and both women rushed into the makeshift ICU. Judy watched fascinated as Liz turned off the beeper and reset the machine to a higher number. Liz then read the numbers on the monitor and scanned Judy’s notes. Alana began to stir slightly as Liz began adjusting the IV bags and soon all three lines begin to fill.

“Mom I’m thirsty,” Alana croaked through cracked lips.

Liz held a glass of water to her lips while Alana greedily drank water through the straw. “Easy does it with the water. We don’t want you to get choked.”

“Mom I’m scared, you won’t leave me will you,” pleaded Alana.

“No dear I won’t leave and Judy is right here too,” Liz replied indicating where Judy stood at the foot of the bed. “Where do you hurt at dear?” Liz asked.

“The pain is in my stomach and back.”

“I know sweetie and momma will make it all better,” she assured her daughter gently. In minutes, Alana was fast asleep before the monitor again sounded an alarm, which brought Liz to attention, and she quickly silenced it before she turned on the oxygen generator and placing oxygen tubes in her daughter’s nose.

Judy had watched spellbound as Liz had adjusted and administered medicine as needed in response to each alarm. In each case the offending numbers had responded by dropping or rising to their normal levels. An idea was beginning to take shape in her mind.

Alana had accidentally chosen the master bedroom, which had its own TV that Liz turned on leaving the sound low. She wrote on Alana’s charts her notes and then indicated to Judy for them to leave the room.

They refreshed their coffees and when seated Liz remarked, “I am glad I got that stuff yesterday it would have been damn rough without it.”

Judy nodded in agreement replying, “That is what I want to talk to you about as I am pretty keyed up right now and don’t feel much like sleep. I want to run and idea by you while it is fresh in my mind.”

“Before you begin what do you say to a glass of wine instead of coffee?”

“A little might be good,” Judy admitted as Liz poured about 4 ounces each into two glasses. The wine did taste good the warmth that spread outward from their stomach was comforting as well.

Judy said, “Liz I am impressed it is evident you are a damn fine doctor and after what I witnessed tonight calling what we have at the Spa a clinic is a joke. You managed to put together in a few hours more capacity than we did in three years. Our ‘clinic’ is more like a first aid station and we have been fortunate not to have needed more. I knew we ran certain risks here tonight but it dawned on me as I watched you work that I ran greater risks, unknowingly perhaps, at the spa for the last three years.”

Judy paused to take a breath and another sip of wine before resuming, “I have a proposition for you that if you agree and the pieces fall in place will result in more responsibilities and larger pay too.”

Judy had Liz’s attention, “Sounds like you have something up your sleeve and I am interested.”

“I called my assistants yesterday evening and told them we would stay an extra day. I’m going to call them today and tell them our stay has extended by a week. We home school about 50 children, and along with the permanent and temporary staff, I have about 150 people on site on any given day. Add another 150 guests both day guests and weekly ones and we have about 300 total. With that many total people out and about every day we have been very fortunate to avoid any major accidents or incidents. That streak of luck can’t hold forever. My family has lived in this area for a hundred and fifty years and I have a large network of friends and some influence.”

“When we leave here I will buy the equipment in there from you and I want you to arrange for enough necessary supplies and medicine to stock the clinic for 4-6 months.”

“As I said I am impressed by what you were able to acquire under adverse conditions in a few hours. My clinic should have at least that much ability.”

“Once that is done my plan is to apply for a grant and expand even more and for you hire an office assistant and a PA or nurse; whatever you decide you need. What do you think?”

“I like it and you are right the clinic does need upgrading and I am also glad you will buy the equipment that I bought. I really didn’t have that much to spend and it almost wiped out my savings.”

Judy interrupted, “Give me all your receipts and I will write you a check for the full amount and don’t worry about what you used as I consider that cheap for an education.”

“Thank you,” Liz replied. “When do you plan on starting?”

“As soon Alana is out of the woods.”

Judy stood up stretched and said yawning, “I think I’ll get some sleep now. Wake me if you need me.”

Liz nodding replied, “I expect she should be stable for several hours before anything happens.”

Liz was right on the money as the monitor starting beeping warnings about 7 am but required a couple of minor adjustments to return Alana’s vitals to normal. She was about to pull the covers back to inspect how far the process had progressed when she felt Judy standing beside her. “I was just going to do a visual, you want to stay.”

Judy nodded; she was interested partly from curiosity and partly from wondering how much longer it would take. It had only been about 12 hours since they had set up the make shift ICU but her nerves were starting to fray. She hoped it wouldn’t take much longer. Both women winced as Alana’s crotch appeared with a slight indentation starting to appear as well as the vagina lips. The penis had visibly shrunk though it was still recognizable as a penis and the clitoris and hood that it would eventually morph into. They stood silently each lost in their thoughts before Liz finally covered Alana’s lower body and they quietly left the room.

In the other room Judy poured herself a cup of coffee and refilled Liz’s cup and sat down beside Liz, “I take it that happened this morning.”

Liz knew the “that” Judy referred to was Alana’s genitals being morphed. “Yes it had not started when you went to bed and I suspect will be completed in the next 4-5 hours.”

Judy let out a sigh of relief, “That’s good to know, I don’t mind telling you my nerves were starting to frazzle not knowing how long or what to expect or anything ...”

Liz replied, “I know what you mean I was flying blind a lot and second guessing myself and wondering if I had forgotten anything last night. But I think the worst is over and I believe that I can stop the hydration drip now.” Seeing the question in Judy’s eyes, she explained, “As her vagina is formed her urethra tube will move from her penis to her vagina and until it is firmly attached I’d rather her bladder remain empty. An accident like that could set up an infection.”
Judy nodded her understanding and watched Liz get up and walk into Alana’s room.

When Liz returned a few minutes later Judy noticed how tired she looked and idly wondered if she looked that frazzled.
“What?” Liz asked.

“I was just wondering if I look as bad as you look.”

“Worse,” teased Liz sticking out her tongue before turning serious, “Honestly Judy I don’t think I could have done this without your help. At times I just wanted to curl in a ball and cry.”

“Me too and I’m glad I was some help.” Both women remained silent reflecting on what occurred two days ago and the drama that played out last night and again today.

Finally Liz stood, “If you don’t mind I am going to grab a little sleep.”

“Go ahead,” Judy replied, “You look beat.”

“I am,” admitted Liz and added, “I stopped her liquids but left her on the morphine drip until I wake up. I plan to take her off everything but keep her sedated; I really want her to remain still. If you will, please chart her changes at least hourly.”

“Will do, chief,” Judy replied giving a mock salute. Liz grinned at her friend and went into the other bedroom for some sleep.

A little after noon Liz woke from a very heavy sleep, her body protesting mildly at the interruption. For some reason the fog would not lift from her eyes or mind and she lay for several minutes before she silently scolded herself into rising. Walking into the kitchen area towards the communal bathroom, she was mildly surprised not to see Judy. Judy was seated at her customary spot sipping coffee when Liz returned from doing her “business” and splashing her face.

“How is it going?” She asked on the way to the coffee pot.

“I think the change is complete; I was in there cleaning up.”

Liz froze asking quickly, “Is there something wrong?”

“No I don’t think so. There was a little blood, fluid, and tissue loss from the, her penis and urethra being moved. The pad caught it all ... that was a good call by the way...and I put a new one in its place. I cleaned her using that sterile wash.”

“Good thank you Judy,” replied Liz, “I think I’ll go check on her and then get that coffee."

“I think the worst is over,” Liz observed nursing her coffee, “she will probably sleep for a few hours before waking and I’d like to see how her vitals are without painkillers in her system.”

Judy decided she needed a bath and changes of clothes more than sleep as Liz kept vigil over Alana. The bath was a good idea after all declared Liz as she soaked in the tub and Judy took over watching their patient.

When both ladies had changed into clean clothes they were seated at the table idly chatting when Alana woke up.

“Where am I? How long have I been here? What happened? She asked confused her eyes wide and luminous.

“How are you feeling dear?” asked Liz.

“Hungry, thirsty, tired, and sore just about sums it up,” admitted Alana as she tried to rise, “I need to go.”

“Just a minute,” directed Liz as she unhooked Alana from the monitor and they helped her to the bathroom.

“Gee whiz can’t I have any privacy.”

“Better get used to it, young lady ... any pain?”

“A little,” she admitted and Liz nodded her understanding.

Liz and Judy brought Alana up to date after she had been settled back into the bed. It was decided to order dinner and eat in.

Later that night after eating with Alana sleeping soundly from the sedative Liz had given her; Judy and Liz reflected on the previous two days events. Liz asked Judy if she would consent to being Alana’s godmother, which she readily agreed to. The tension that lay heavy last night was gone and both ladies were enjoying the wine and easy conversation. Liz had left Alana hooked to the monitor and the IV hookups in place ... just in case.

That from my first three days as a woman most of it I don’t remember and the reason it was told using my mother’s and Aunt Judy’s recollection and notes.