“Good morning, sunshine,” said a deep, gravelly voice. “It’s time to wake up, sleepyhead.”
Henry’s eyelids fluttered open to find himself staring into the smiling face of a middle-aged man seated on the edge of his bed.
“W-Where-” Henry began before he started coughing. His voice sounded weak and... strange.
“Easy now,” the man said. “Don’t try to speak. Don’t even try to move. You’re still recovering from the accident. You’ve been asleep for four months.”
“Months?” Henry croaked. “Wh... Where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital,” the man said. “A private one. In my home, specifically. My name is Dr. Wilson; I’ve been looking after you. You’ve been through a lot, I’m afraid. You were in a terrible car accident.”
“Car accident...” Henry said, trying to remember. “The last thing I remember is... being with my friends... We were at a party...”
“Yes, you were at a party,” Dr. Wilson said. “A nasty party. You got drunk and high on drugs, and when you came home, you decided to head next door to bang the neighbor’s daughter. You broke into her room, but she woke up and started screaming. You hit her, tied her to the bed, and tried to have your way with her. You were about to rape her when her father heard her screaming and came to her rescue.”
“What? No! I...” But the memories were coming back to Henry, now that he had a frame of reference. It was all coming back to him, in flashes: drinking too much, taking drugs, the party, the girl...
...And then, Dr. Wilson bursting into the bedroom and beating him so severely that when he tried to get away, he crashed his car.
“Oh my god...” Henry said. “You...”
“Yes, she’s my daughter. But don’t worry. You’re safe now. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to take care of everything.”
“Wh-What are you going to do?” Henry asked. He was starting to feel dizzy.
“I’m going to make sure you never hurt anyone again. Not ever. In fact, I’ve already started.” Dr. Wilson nodded towards an IV bag hanging on a pole next to the bed. “That’s morphine and more than a little estrogen. I’ve also performed what’s called facial feminization surgery. And by the time you wake up again, you’ll be even further along.”
Henry’s eyes widened in shock. “I don’t understand. Estrogen? Isn’t that...for girls?”
Dr. Wilson nodded then pulled back the sheet. Henry’s eyes widened. He had breasts! And his body… Practically all his muscles were gone!
“Oh my God! What are you doing to me?”
“You’re a smart boy, Henry. I’m sure you can put the pieces together. I’m a plastic surgeon of some renown. I work with transgender patients. I’ve been helping them for years to become the people they truly are. For you, though, I’ll have to take a different approach. I’m going to help you become the person the world needs you to be, to save it from the likes of you.”
“Wh-What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to turn you into a girl, of course,” Dr. Wilson said with a smile. “Completely. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be every young man’s dream.”
Henry opened his mouth to protest, but the drugs were already taking effect. His eyelids drooped heavily, and he slumped back against the pillow.


When Henry awoke, he immediately knew something was wrong. He was sore all over, but especially between his legs. It hurt to even move. Then, he noticed the strange, unfamiliar feeling between his thighs. He glanced down and saw a tube sticking out of his crotch, going up inside him. Inside him because he...he didn’t have a penis anymore. It was gone. And on his chest, his breasts were even bigger!
“No.” Henry moaned in an unfamiliar feminine voice. “No, no, no...”
“Welcome back,” Dr. Wilson said as he entered the room. “You’ve been asleep for a long time. How are you feeling?”
“What... What did you do to me?” Henry managed to ask, struggling to sit up. “Where’s my dick? What have you done?”
“Shhh, settle down. You’re okay. I’ve taken care of everything. I’ve taken away your dick because you were using it to hurt people. Well, technically, I didn’t take it away. I inverted it and made it into a vagina. You’re a girl now, Henry. Hold on, I’ll remove the packing so you can see what you’ve got.”
He reached down and pulled the tube out of Henry’s body. He then took Henry’s legs, lifted them up, and spread them apart. Henry looked down and saw his crotch. There was no longer any trace of his penis. His shaft, balls, everything was gone. In its place was a mound of flesh with labia and a vagina.
His eyes widened as he looked back up at Dr. Wilson. “No...” he whispered, his voice cracking as his body began to shake. “You can’t do this...”
“I can’t?” Dr. Wilson asked. “Oh, but I can. I did.”
“I... I’m a man...” Henry said weakly, but even as he did, he knew it was a lie. 
“You’re Heather now,” Dr. Wilson said. “Welcome to the world.”