February 18, 2022
Linda gazed at herself in the full-length mirror, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Her face was still her own, but the features seemed a little harder, a little chiseled, and she had stubble. How was this person--this man--now her?
“Oh God,” Linda mumbled, too terrified to scream. “Oh my God, what did I do?” Her voice was deeper than she remembered, and her hands shook as she reached up to touch her new face.
The rest of her body had also undergone a dramatic transformation. Her breasts were gone, replaced by the hairy chest of a man. And worse, between her legs, Linda found a large, flaccid penis, although it looked a little different from the ones she’d seen before.
“Phalloplasty.” The word bubbled up from her subconscious as if whispered by an unseen speaker. “I underwent phalloplasty as well as testosterone therapy.” She recalled the argument with Mike and her visits to that counselor, Ms. Robins.
“The fundamental issue with you two is something I’ve seen many times before,” Ms. Robins had explained. “Even if you’d never admit it, you’re both traditionalists, but you’re also both mismatched for your gender roles. If you’re willing, I have a way to assist you. It’s a bit experimental, but I believe it will work.”
Linda and Mike were skeptical, especially after Ms. Robins revealed that hypnosis would be used, but they were also desperate. Once they agreed, Ms. Robins sat them down and asked them to close their eyes.
“I’m going to count to three, and when I get there, you’ll both be asleep,” she said in a calm, soothing voice. “One... two... three...”
Linda remembered the hypnosis session only vaguely. Ms. Robins’s voice became the soundtrack to her thoughts, forcing her deeper and deeper into her subconscious as if she were swimming down into the depths of the ocean. And she remembered Ms. Robins repeating a single phrase over and over: “Find your inner self and set him free.”
After that? Nothing. Not until she woke up as a man.
I need to find Mike, Linda thought. Poor Mike, who she’d convinced to see a counselor. I hope he’s okay.
Linda dressed in baggy jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie and went out to find her husband.
Please, please let him still be my husband...