Ms. Dee's Centaurization Medical Updates
April 11, 1998
Feminization
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I am not a person who frequently uses profanity. Therefore, fill in the following blank with the swear words of your choice. ** ---------- **
Chances are good that myself or one of the E-team members said those words sometime today.
I'll back up and elaborate.
Because of the possible loss of access to the medical scanning hardware, the ersatz research team and I came in early today with the intent of gathering as much data as possible.
That decision enabled the E-team to thoroughly document the 'maturing' of the proto-uteri and the related plumbing changes.
I was being scanned by a device that measures the metabolic rate when the itching between my legs went into overdrive. The E-team immediately noticed the trend and went into alert mode. (Think of a hospital emergency room when a severely injured person comes in. Then add a touch of the Keystone Kops.)
Over the next three and a half hours I was continuously poked, prodded, scanned and otherwise abused. When everything was done, we had a lot of data about accelerated biological transformations.
The transformations were sequential so the E-team was able to focus on each on individually. Various E-team members think that each transformation was a prerequisite for the others.
The first change was the 'maturing' of the fore-uterus. Intense itching and nausea preceded the 'break-out' and initial restructuring of parts of the crotch. 'George', our comparative physiologist, gleefully declared me a hermaphrodite.
A minute later the itching spot below my tail started ITCHING and the E-team went back to work.
Two and three quarter hours after the overall process started, the hind-uterus was 'mature'. At that point the E-team relaxed a little. Follow-up tests continued but at a reduced level of urgency.
Ten minutes later I developed an itch in the part of the anatomy that allowed me to relieve my bladder while standing up.
That's when the swear words started flying.
Tired but challenged, the E-team managed to track the rerouting of my urinary system and the readjusting of my fore-uterus and related sub-systems.
When the process was complete, I had to run into the bathroom and empty my bladder. I ended up soaking my tail because I'm not used to having things flow that direction.
It wasn't until I was cleaning up that I realized that the change from male to female wasn't quite complete. For some reason I still had a two lobed sac hanging between my legs.
"Oh...my," was my response. (I said that I don't like using profanity.)
When I left the bathroom the E-team was celebrating the event. It took me several minutes to convince them that something was 'wrong'. I then had to wait an hour while we had lunch and discussed the potential consequences of what went 'wrong'. The E-team came up with a lot of theories during that hour.
'Anita', my GYN-OB, shot down a bunch of the theories with a ten minute pelvic exam. The same exam confirmed 'George's' pet theory that the testicles were somehow connected to the fore-uterus.
"How bad is it?" I asked as 'Anita' finished her exam.
"We'll know once I do a sperm count," she said as she walked away.
I didn't follow her and the rest of the E-team to the lab where they had been doing fluid tests. 'Anita's' phrasing was a major clue that I might have a major problem with my new plumbing system. The implications of that problem were scary.
I was still in the examination chair when the E-team returned.
"What's the verdict?" I asked, covering my eyes with my hands.
"I hate to sound like a cliché," 'Anita' began.
"...but you have good news and bad news," I finished.
She nodded. "Which do you want first?"
"The bad news."
"Well, the bad news is that you have a very high sperm count. Given where the sperm is released, there is a good chance that you could impregnate yourself."
"Okay," I drawled. "What's the good news?"
"The good news is that your body is generating a very strong spermicidal substance. It is killing the sperm before it goes too far."
"Good," I sighed, more than a little relieved.
"We'll have to monitor this closely," 'Anita' warned.
"Can we do it later?" I pleaded. "I'm sore and tired and I want to go home."
The rest of the E-team agreed to call it a day. We had all the data we intended to collect plus a lot more.
'Anita' and 'George' drove me home.
I'm posting this as an explanation of why I may be on edge for the next few weeks. 'Anita' figures that it will take at least a month to determine if my tri-part reproductive plumbing is a major or minor problem.
I hope it is a minor problem. I DO NOT want a 'delicate condition' complicating my 'condition'.
Bye for now!
Ms. Dee
(NOT itching in the Inland North West)
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