Staring back at him was a pretty young woman. She had soft auburn hair, a color he belatedly realized had been present on his paternal grandfather's side. She brought both hands to her new chest and grasped at the strange new curves. Squeezing them together he could definatly make some cleavage. He stopped when he realized the nurse was watching him and scribbling notes on his chart.
"I suppose you want an explaination?" the nurse said, even as Jon pulled a sheet up to cover his new curves.
"yes, please." Jon found his new feminine voice almost as disturbing as the nipples on his new bosum stiffining from the chill of the hospital.
"You were hit by a truck." the nurse dead panned, "the paramedics that arrived on the scene were barely able to keep you alive." the nurse shook her head, "You've been in a coma for almost a year now."
Jon shook her head, "but why am I a woman?"
"Well, you were so damaged...down there, that there was no way you were going to function as a man luckily, this hospital is part of a clinical trial for a new kimd of gene therapy. We told your parents that it came down to two options" she held up two fingers,"one, we hold out on you and you live as half a man for the rest of your life. Two, we put you into our trial study and see whay develops."
Jon was not amused, "My parents did this to me?"
Tuenurse nodded, "the drugs really worled, though. You're a fully functioning woman. We had to build a template from pne of Zoe's eggs, but now you have your own!"
Jon's mimd was reeling, "Your hospital made a drug that turnsen into women?"
The nurse nodded, "It will help thousands who experience a gender misplacement. Anyway, the doctor will see you soon. I suggest you put on some clothes from your dresser."
