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Chapter #5
Yulia Glinka, a 24 year old mail-order bride.
by: Unknown
Slowly I came round with the beeping of medical equipment echoing in my ears. "Steve! Steve can you hear me?" I recognised my wife Andrea's voice as her face swam into view.
"Yes I can hear you" I replied, or at least I thought I did. My voice sounded higher, softer and for some reason had a strange accent.
"Steve you were in an accident. A hit and run. Do you remember any of it?" She asked, her beautiful features screwed up in concern. I thought hard and remembered the car mounting the pavement and pushing Andrea to safety.
"Yes I remember. But what is wrong with my voice?" I asked. The accent was so thick and the voice so high it was almost comical. Like an Eastern European girl or something.
"Oh Steve, it's going to be so hard to explain" Andrea's eyes started to fill with tears "I'm sorry I have to get the doctor. Please don't try to move." With that she quickly got up and exited. I lay flat on my back trying to think what it could be. The wooziness had gone and I felt fine, certainly I didn't feel injured, which is surprising given that I had been hit by a a car. I had heard about people who had suffered strokes or brain injuries and had wound up with their voices affected. Maybe that was me? Man I hope it wasn't permanent, my students would eat me alive if I had to teach with this voice.
Impatiently I looked at the door. Sighing I pushed myself into a sitting position and immediately felt a strange pulling sensation on my chest. I looked down and let out a strangled cry at the sight of two huge breasts beneath my hospital gown. I grabbed them and hefted the clearly fake tits in disbelief. Why would they give me breast implants whilst I was unconscious?! Was this one of those horrible hospital mix ups you read about? Then I caught sight of my hands and held them up in front of my face. They were small, delicate and the fingers were topped with half inch extensions intricately painted with a leopard skin motif. They were clearly female. I touched my face and gasped at the smooth skin of my chin and cheeks. Eyes wide I reached for my crotch and shrieked as I found no sign of my male equipment. Instead my fingers traced the outline of a smoothly waxed vagina.
"What the hell has happened to me?!" I cried in the strange voice.
"Oh god Steve!" I turned to see Andrea and a male doctor coming through the door "I told you that you needed to be here when he woke up! He should never have found out like this!" My wife yelled at the doctor, who looked slightly embarrassed by her outburst.
"I'm sorry but we had no idea when she would come round Mrs Meadows. I do have other patients" the doctor said sternly, if not a little unsteadily and cleared his throat. "Try to calm down madam...I mean Mr Meadows."
"Calm down? Look at me! I was in a hit and run and you give me a sex change?" I cried.
"No Mr Meadows we did not undertake gender reassignment" the doctor sat down on the chair next to me "your body was very badly injured and at your wife's request..." the doctor paused to look pointedly at Andrea, who couldn't meet my eye. "...we had little choice but to undertake a new and experimental procedure. In short we performed a whole brain transplant."
"Into the body of a woman!?" I asked incredulously.
"Into the body if the only donor available at short notice. Yulia Glinka, a 24 year Russian, who suffered a brain aneurysm shortly after arriving in this country.
"Russian...that's why I have this ridiculous accent?"
"It would appear so. As I said this procedure is somewhat experimental and the results poorly documented. I am pleased to say that you are completely healthy and injury free. In the remote possibility that you would have survived the injuries your old body sustained, your quality of life would have been extremely minimal. Believe me hen I say being female is a small price to pay in comparison."
I looked doubtfully at he doctor and to my wife. "Can you help me out of bed please, I need to see myself" My wife started to protest but I shot her a look that I hoped showed I meant business. Andrea nodded and took my petite hand in hers. I slid off the bed and found that I could stand without any problems. The first thing I noticed was that Andrea was now taller than me. I used to be 6' 2'' and tower over my 5'5'' wife. Now I guessed I would be lucky if I was 5'2''. Andrea pointed at a full length mirror on the wardrobe behind me. I turned and stared in amazement at the young girl who stared back. Her body was petite with the exception of the huge breasts that stuck beneath hospital gown. Her thick blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail behind her head with a faux leopard print scrunchy. Shapely waxed legs stuck out below the gown with toenails decorated to match the fingernails. I touched my new face with a long nailed fingers with its ice blue eyes and clear alabaster skin broken only by a small mole located above and to the left of the mouth. My new lips had a bee-sting swollen look that gave me a kind of permanent pout. I prodded my top lip with a nail.
"Ah yes...It would appear that Miss Glinka had some cosmetic enhancement to her lips and breasts prior to leaving Russia" the doctor chimed in.
"You don't say" I replied acidly "Oh Andrea...look at me! I'm some kind of Russian bimbo! How will the kids react? What kind of father can I be looking like this? Will they accept me?" I turned to look at her with tears welling up. "Can you accept me like this?"....
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