Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 18:01:13 -0500
From: TAJocelyn
Subject: May Be Fiction Part 2

This is a re-write of part 2. Although I am a teenager, I find it weird to
write about my sexual experiences, so this is a more pg 13 retake.



I was in the hospital for at least 4 days before I regained consciousness. A
long time I know, but there were some good reasons why my doctors kept me
unconscious.

That pain in my chest?

That was the stent. My new old heart was shrinking to the size of a child's.
The stent was just too big! My artery was being stretched to the point of
bursting like a balloon. If that happened I would have died in a matter of
seconds.



The other reason was the catheter.



The catheter was the size for a full grown man. Compared to the urethra of a
ten year old, it was huge. Stretching the urethra like that was almost as
dangerous as the stent. It wouldn't kill me outright. But it could damage
the arteries surrounding the area and cause a bleed out.



It only took the Doctor two hours to remove the stent through my leg. As a
precaution, because of the possible damage to the artery, he decided to keep
me unconscious for at least three days, to let the artery heal from its
abuse.



During that time they removed the catheter. As I was just too small to
remove it the normal way, they did it surgically. The micro-surgeon cut the
rubber tube into tiny strips and removed them. I understand it took over six
hours for her to complete the surgery. She wanted to make sure that no
permanent injuries had been done to my sexual organs. They had to be
thinking child abuse.



Well I was awake and waiting to be either arrested by the government, or
released to my "Grandma".

All this time they had a diaper on me. The nurse explained how they didn't
want to use a catheter because it might hurt me. I just lay there and did my
best not to answer her like an adult. God, the way we talk to children is
messed up. I would have to be careful when I went pee and tell her if it
hurt. Well I thought, "I'll have to behave like I'm a little girl if I want
to get out of here".

So I held it till they left me alone.



A word about peeing, "It sucks". I walked into my bathroom. Standing in
front of a huge toilet I reached down into my pj's and "nothing there",
that's right I'm a girl. So I turned around and sat down right in the bowel.
Every woman I ever lived with had their revenge right then. I was disgusted,
my butt was wet, my pj's were wet, and I still had to pee! I felt like
screaming!



So I wiped myself off, put the seat down, and tried again. I found a second
set of pj's in my closet and went back to my bed. At least it didn't hurt.
How was I going to get out of this mess. I should be just a younger looking
version of my adult self! Not a Kid! And defiantly not a little girl! Why
did I feel like screaming? Or crying? Or both!



Brain chemistry and hormones are a bitch!



That day I learned that my mom had skills of her own! Like identity theft!



I have no idea how she managed it, but there she was with a temporary green
card in my name. There was no picture on it, we would have to go to the
county courthouse and have a new one taken. "As soon as I felt up to it", I
was beginning to like being handled with kid gloves. And was just beginning
to appreciate just how smart my mom was. After living with my father for
over fifty years, she just picked up some stuff.



As we walked out of the hospital in my new "My Little Pony sweat suit", I
was amazed by how big everything was now! "Mom, everything is so huge!"

"No sweetheart, your just tiny" I couldn't help but almost laugh at the joke
I used to use on her all the time.

We'll talk about it in the car.



I couldn't see over the dashboard. "What were you thinking","Why did you do
this", "You could have died!" She was crying; I started crying; the drive
home was a mixture of sob's and explanations. It all boiled down to one
thing:



I had to find out what the hell went wrong!



My mind was going off in several directions trying to reconstruct the
experiment as I got out of the car.



"James, don't you want your glasses?"



I hadn't been wearing my glasses? For the first time I looked around me. I
could see. I turned and looked out over the valley we lived in. I could see.
I could see the houses on the other side, I could see the people in their
yards, and I could see the color of their clothes!



When I say I had bad eyesight, I wasn't kidding. In my late twenties my
sight started to go. By my mid thirties I had Mr. Magoo glasses and was
legally blind.

I looked at our trees and was amazed to see each individual leaf! I must
have stood there dumbfounded for at least ten minutes. It was my mom's voice
that finally broke me from my revelry, "James, shouldn't you get started?"



Yes, I need to get started.



I was alone in my workshop for what seemed like the first time.



Do you know why you never hear about ten year old chemists? You know what I
mean? Like the kid that graduates from collage at twelve?

Because everything in the lab is too big! I had to push an old milk crate
around in-front of me to look on the counters! It takes two big books just
for me to reach the computer on my computer desk! And my book case! I have
to use a ladder to get to my books!



I looked down on my now dirty clothes and out of habit, grabbed my lab coat
from my desk. It went down to my ankles and my arms only went half way down
the sleeves! This was ridicules! So I gathered up my coat and padded off to
the mirror to see if I could fix it.



I was a Norman Rockwell painting! I was so sweet looking it was sick! My big
brown eyes, my huge lab coat, all bunched up and dangling off me. I started
to laugh! "And here to accept the Nobel Award for science in her cute little
oversized outfit!" I think this was the first time I laughed as a girl. It
tickled all the way through me. It was like I had never really laughed
before!

I ran my fingers through my hair, so soft. My skin felt the same, so soft.
It had to be from my new chromosomes, after all my skin was close to being
like a new borne baby's. I would have to be careful when I went outside or I
may get freckles.

Freckles, why would I care about Freckles! Where the hell did that come
from?



I decided it was time to examine myself. I started with all the basic stuff,
height, weight, teeth, eyes, ears, and nose.



I compared the results with what was in my baby book. My height and weight
were way less then when I was a male at ten.



"God, I was tiny!"



A quick look on the internet proved that I was actually average for a girl
of my apparent age.



I proceeded to examine my body and found that although I had slept with many
women in my life, I really didn't know what excited their bodies, until I
exploded in climax while exploring my clit! All I can say is, "wow, I just
met my new best friend!"



A word about my climax and how it was different from when I was a male, try
to remember the best climax you've had. Now move everything you felt form
the outside to deep inside your pelvis. Now add a surge of energy throughout
your body exploding from your pelvis and shaking your entire body and making
your head spin. You lay there breathless and tingling all over. You open
your eyes and think to yourself, "Did I just come?" That's what it's like.



I discovered something else. I could smell everything! I could smell myself,
I could smell my dirty shop, Everything, I could smell everything!



So my scientific curiosity sated, (as well as my carnal self), I headed for
my shower.



The feel of the slick soap on my skin was almost enough to start me
climaxing again. The little buds that were growing into boobs were so
sensitive that I almost fell when my slippery hand brushed over them. How
did a woman function when it seemed like everything was connected to her
pussy? And I realized something. I was only just starting puberty.

I had read about a woman's traitorous body, now I believed it.



I put on my least smelly tee-shirt, which makes great sleep ware now, and
went to bed.



Next time; "The Frankenstein stuff"



I'm tired and I need to check my facebook page. Michelle's so jealous she
hasn't commented yet! Now that I'm getting to be grown up, I think I may be
ready for the sex stuff, after all I am Twelve. That voice in my head keeps
telling me to slow down and wait. Right, like he knows anything!



K Night! ;) xoxo