Jon sat in the chair opposite Rebecca Fine. "And then I said to her that she was being rude to you," he said. His voice had raised a few octaves over the course of the conversation. The physical changes were accelerating.
She hadn't checked under Jon's hospital gown, but the term boy was rapidly becoming inaccurate from what she could see. Jon's cup size was at least as large as hers. His shoulder-length hair framed an increasingly feminine face. She wasn't responsible for the physical changes, only the psychological ones, but she found it fascinating how the doctors could reverse puberty before her eyes and take a body off in a direction it hadn't originally been designed for.
"What did she say to that?" She asked Jon.
"She said she didn't care," Jon replied, taking a sip of the tea that was laced with various drugs to help transition.
"That's perfectly normal," Rebecca told her. "You have to be patient and understanding.
Jon smiled at her. "Thank you for listening. You're a good friend."
Rebecca smiled back, noting the initial response Jon had to her, attraction, was completely gone. He looked in her in the eye as they spoke, like an equal, as opposed to looking down at her breasts, or at the floor, the way a teenage boy might.
"I'll have a talk with Linda," she promised. "Why don't you go back to your room?" She suggested. "Watch some TV."
Jon got up. She was extremely suggestible right now. It would be a perfect time to induce sensory training. It would take several hours, followed by a sleep period. Then she would have to bring the skills to the surface from the subconscious, suppressing or replacing what was there.
