Jon woke up in a bright white room, so bright almost nothing was visible; he closed his eyes, reflexively moving his arm in front of them. The sudden throbbing in his head subsided, slowly, and he opened his eyes again to see a room full of expensive-looking beeping medical equipment. There was a heavy weight on his chest, and he looked down to see naked breasts. Large naked breasts. At the foot of the operating table was the clothing he'd come in with. He got up and put it on, ignoring the jiggling of his new acquisitions. and the tightness of his shirt. Hair tickled his shoulders. The door opened the moment he got dressed, and he idly wondered if it was planned. There didn't seem to be any cameras but who knew.
A male doctor, startlingly young, came in. "I see you're awake, Mr. Madison. Or should I call you Miss?" the doctor asked, without a trace of sarcasm, only a smile.
"Uh... 'mister' is fine," he said, with an odd new voice. The doctor was looking rather pointedly at his face, as if to draw attention to the fact that he wasn't looking elsewhere. Probably is.
"Well, Mr. Madison, you're not going to need any physical therapy but you do have access to a psychologist if you want. That would be me. I can answer any questions you have, give you my opinion if you ask, it's all very informal," the doctor said, still smiling softly.
Jon nodded, smiling back. "Thanks. I, uh, didn't really think to look up shemales and there really aren't many around, so can you, doctor...?"
"Dr. Langenberg, and of course. Shemales are like any other group of people. Some are feminine, some not, some choose to wear dresses and skirts, and others mostly just wear the same clothes they did before. It's all entirely up to you. The very first shemale was a man who acted more or less the same both before and after the operation. Very masculine. Personally, I like that," Dr. Langenberg said, grinning.
"Yeah. Hmm, I don't know, it's really cool that I can wear anything I want now," Jon said.
The doctor nodded. "That's why I did it too." At Jon's blank stare, he said, "I'm a hefemme."
"Wow. Wow! I couldn't even tell. That's really cool. So do you dress up on the weekends, or whenever you're off work, or what?" Jon asked, intrigued. "My little sister wants to be a hefemme too."
"That's great. I... well, I've got a good collection of all sorts of clothing, when I'm not working I wear whatever looks good," he - she said, shrugging and smiling widely. "So, are you ready to go? You've only been under for about an hour, your family is still waiting outside. You can leave any time you're ready. It was nice to meet you, Jennifer," she said, holding out her hand. Jon - Jennifer, now, apparently - took it, shaking her hand. He left then, saying his goodbyes, and recognized the hall. His family was, as promised, still in the waiting room; they didn't recognize him until he walked over.
"Jon?!" Zoe exclaimed, grinning, as they walked out. "You look so freaking cool."
"Zoe, language," his mom admonished. "Oh, you look so beautiful, honey."
Jon smiled, blushing. "I'm Jennifer now, remember? I think I need to go shopping," he said, motioning to his breasts and then the rest of his body.
Mikey stayed silent, staring at Jon, mouth open. His mother nodded. "You're positively glowing. I'm glad you got what you wanted, and since the Procedure is so cheap, Zoe, if you're still set on it on your birthday then that will be your present."
"YES!" Zoe cried. "Thanks, Mom! You won't even have to buy me a new wardrobe like you do Jen," she said, grinning at him. "If your boobs weren't so huge you could probably just wear your old clothes, too."
"Zoe," Mom said mildly, getting a half-hearted apology. "Will Target work?"
"Yeah, sure," Jen said, and they got in the car, driving off to the department store.
