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Author's note: This is only the first part of the story, as you can probably tell. I'll be working on this on a steady basis, so please come back shortly to see the rest!.

The next time that Casey came to, she felt relatively lucid. The doctors pulled her our of the anesthesia slowly on purpose, since (as her doctor had explained it), coming to accept reality was easier when you were so loopy that nothing seemed strange to you. It was rather effective- when Casey first awoke, she was so drugged that didn't even realize that she was a female, as she was too consumned with amusement at the fact that she was surrounded by large rabbits (which was her perception of the nurses around her). She went uncounscious again shortly after. She had spent the next few hours slipping half into reality and half out of it, every time becoming slightly more aware of her situation. She actually remembered the moment when she noticed something was different than it probably should be, turned to one of the rabbits, and asked "Am I a girl?" When the nurse responded that she was, Casey gave a gave a rather ditzy "Oh" of aknowledgment. She went back under before she could ask any more questions. All in all, the last few hours had been like waking up from a strange dream, only it took several hours. And, of course, the dream was reality.

She took a deep breath and then sighed. Mmm... I wonder if I feel like opening my eyes yet. She was really comfortable. She snuggled into the quilt that was covering her, drawing comfort from it's familiarity. It was her own, she had noticed- a lovely, home made quilt given to her by her grandmother. Her mother must have brought it while she had been out. While Casey hadn't been much of a sentimental person before, right now she greatly appreciated the gesture. In fact, as well as feeling comfortable, she felt... really good, to her surprise. She thought that after something like what her body had just done, she would have at least felt... sore, maybe? But there was nothing like that- she felt 100%.

Alright, one thing at a time. With a flutter, she opened her eyes. The hospital room looked like it had before- sans the large white rabbits. In their place, there was a kindly looking nurse sitting at the edge of her bed whom apperantly hadn't aknowledged Casey's counscioisness, as she was still focusing on her novel. With a few more breaths, she tried to sit up. Immediately, her head started spinning, and she fell back down to a lying position as the (now alert) nurse ran to her bedside.

"Careful honey." the nurse said. "You had enough sedatitive in you to knock out a horse- you'll need to take it easy."

"I, uh, thought it had worn off," Casey said with an embarrassed smile.

"Really? How's your head feeling?" The nurse asked.

"Good, I think my mind is clearing up."

The nurse help her hand in front of Casey's face. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three," Casey said happily.

"Who was the first president of the United States?"

"Uh... George Washington!" Casey said after a few seconds.

"What's your name?"

"Casey Jacobs"

"And what's your sex?" the Nurse asked finally.

"Well, I was a guy, but..." Casey paused for a little bit. This would be her first time confessing it out loud. The Nurse waited patinetly. "I, uh... well, right now I'm a girl... for a little bit."

The nurse smiled at her, then said "Well, it may be in your best interest to keep that in mind," as she pulled the quilt and sheets over Casey who, with a furious blush, realized both that she was naked and that the bedding had fallen off of her upper torso when she sat up, exposing her breasts. Casey clutched at the sheets and blanket, holding them firmly to her collar bone.

"Oh, I, uh, I'm really, really sorry, um, wow...." she stammered.

The nurse just laughed. "Honey, I'm a nurse, it doesn't bother me one bit. I just thought you might want to practice being a little more aware, that's all."

"Uh, thanks," Casey said with nervous giggle. This is going to be hard!

Nurse Renolds (as Casey noticed from her name tag) then felt her forehead and shined a light in her eyes. Then she grabbed a clipboard and pencil and jotted down notes while she started to talk. "Well, I think you may be getting ahead of yourself a little, as you still definitley under the influence of the medication, even if it doesn't feel like it. But on a positive note, the major effects seem to be wearing off. Still, I'd like you to take a bit more time to rest before we get started. Think you can fall asleep one more time?"

I do feel pretty ditzy... Casey thought to herself with embarrasment. Hopefully she's right about it being the medicine and not a more, uh, permanent condition.'  

"I, uh, don't really know... sorry..." She said shyly.

Nurse Renolds smiled again. "Don't you worry about it, I was just wondering. Would you like me to put your bed up?"

Casey nodded, but made sure to keep the bedding held tight against her as the nurse brought the head of the bed up.

"Is it okay with you if I go talk to Doctor Aggins for just a second?"

Casey blushed again as she asked "Well, is he... like, would he be... uh, could I, uh, have some, uh, clothes before I.. see him?" She asked, feeling silly because he was a doctor, but terrified of the thought of him coming in as she was nonetheless.

The nurse smiled sweetly again. "Don't worry Honey, I'll get you some scrubs."

Casey stood alone in the bathroom adjacent to her hospital room, staring at herself in the full length mirror. Even if there had someone there to talk to, she would have been speechless.

First of all, she was tiny. A week before, she was 6 feet 3 inches tall. Now she looked like she barely hit five feet. She had had many short friends whom she had towered over, and had sometimes wondered if the world looked much different to them. But she could never have realized how much difference a foot of height could make. Everything looked different now. Not extremely different, it was subtle... but noticeable.

And then, of course, she was female. And not only did her change in genitals reflect it (a very, very strange feeling, between the lack what used to be there and what was there now) but so did her body proportions. Her breasts weren't huge, but they weren't tiny either- they had more of a petite, yet filled out feel, similar to the rest her body. Her waist was pulled in significantly, and then flourished out to her wide hips, butt, upper thighs, that then once again tighten down into small legs and feet. She didn't look like some sort of supermodel, obviously, but she did look like a girl lucky enough to have natural, yet full-bodied proportions.

That was the other thing- she was, well, pretty. Her face was very delicate, and it was framed by shoulder length, dirty blond hair. She tried an experimental smile and found that it was the sort of smile which in her opinion, coming from many long years of being a male observing different female smiles, had a natural adorableness to it. Her eyes shone, and yet she couldn't quite pin down the color- it was somewhere between green, blue, and grey.

The over all impression was a girl who male Casey would have been very attracted to- not because she was overtly sexy, but because she extremely cute, and seemed even... bubbly.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there. Nurse Renolds had come back with the promised clothes and intstructions that, when Casey was ready, she should be helped into the bathroom to take a first look at herself. It had actually taken another few hours before she felt she had the strength (and courage) to get out of her bed. She had mostly just laid there with her eyes closed, letting her mind wonder to a fro, thinking about what had happened and what her life would be like for the next few months. The nurse helped her practice sitting up for a few times, then shifting her body around, then standing up, and finally Casey felt like she could support herself on her own two feet, so she was helped into the bathroom. The nurse told her to take as much time as she needed before putting the clothes on and coming back out.

I'm handling this...well, she noted in her head. The thought wasn't a prideful one, it had simply surprised her. She had expected to go into shock, or have a panic attack, or even feel just a little bit of emotional trauma. But... nothing. Unfamiliarity was there, of course, along with the most anxiety she has ever felt, as well as facination. But besides that, she was taking everything in... and accepting it. Of course, her counselor had told her that she would, but Casey hadn't believed her. After all, if you tell a teenage guy that he's going to have to be a girl for a few months, you shouldn't expect him to take it well- or believe you when you say that he'll have a minimal amount of stress adjusting. 

"It's like imagining adolescence when you're a kid," her counselor, Doctor Stacy, had told her (or rather him, back then). "When you were in elementary school, you never believed adults when they told you that you'd be liking girls and doing algebra by the time you were 17. But when you were 17, that's the way it was, and more importantly, it felt like that was the way it should be. That's something like what it will feel like- when you wake up as a girl, you'll fall into suite quickly. So don't be worried if you start feeling and acting feminine, because you'll be a girl- you'll have that chemistry, so as far as your brain knows, girly is the way you should be."

It hadn't calmed him down at the time to hear that (in fact, it probably made him even more nervous), but it made a lot of sense now. Granted, the fact her second X chromosone wasn't permanent was a notable comfort. But he had considered skipping the rest of his Senior year over her necessitated change in sex. Now that seemed like something of an over-reaction. Casey could see why the counselors and doctors insisted on her not making any permanent plans until after the shift happened. She would probably be a lot more reasonable about the whole thing now. 

It wasn't like she was ready to embrace the entirety of feminism. She still saw herself spending the next few months in sweat pants and hiding at home most the time. Darien had sworn that she would get Casey in make-up and short shorts before it was over, but Casey was still determined that she was not going to let that happen. Darien was a good friend, and had been sympathetic to Chase (which is what she had gone by since elementary school- Casey had been too girly for her. More than once had she considered the irony) when he had found out, but was one of those girls who liked to have fun with her guy friends, and after awhile she started to see this as a priceless opportunity. Casey knew that Darien really was trying to help her, and it was fair enough to assume that shunning the sort of world she was forced to live for the next few months was not the way to go. Still, Casey hadn't bought it for a second, and even now she was skeptical.

I should probably wait until I meet with Doctor Stacy before being so desisive about all of this. She realized also that it was probably time to go meet with Doctor Aggins- she imagined that there would be a lot more medical tests needed before they released her. So she allowed herself only a few more moments to run her hands over her new form, once again reacting the sensitvity of her breasts (particularly her nipples) and genital areas. She shuddered again, not with fear, but just with the... novelty of the feelings. I'll have to be careful, or I may actually start enjoying this.

Finally, she reached over for the scrubs Nurse Renolds had brought her. When she was a notably large male, he had often looked at tiny clothing and wondered how anyone could fit into them. Yet here those tiny sized clothes here, and she slipped right into them. What a funny world.

It actually took a few hours before she saw Doctor Aggins. As soon as she walked out of the bathroom (after using it, another first- even the sensations of something so mundane were very foriegn and strange) she was whisked away to all sorts of medical tests- vision tests, memory tests, an MRI, a CT Scan, X-rays, and most importantly, a blood test.

Now she sat in Doctor Aggin's office, waiting alone for him. At one point, she noticed that she was even sitting differently than she had before. Her thighs were held together- comfortably, she noticed, given that there was nothing between them now- with her feet crossed and tucked under her chair. Her hands, whenever they weren't busy exploring her new figure with facination, were rested on her lap. The chair, which likely would have felt cramped to her last week, now was more than large enough to fit her comfortably. She still couldn't get over how small she felt in her new world.

She was nervous, no doubt- since her body had literally remade itself over the last few days, she couldn't even imagine all of the countless things that could have gone wrong. She felt fine, but she knew well enough that conscious perception of one's health was by no means an end-all measure of it.

It was as she was thinking that that Doctor Aggins enterned through the door. He was a bald man, but didn't look too old. He was also rather eccentric, from her experience with him, but right now he looked excited, and she hoped that that was a good sign.

"Good news!" he said to her relief. "You are a 100% healthy, adolescent young woman."

"Oh... um, yay?" She said, unsure of what response he was looking for.

He waved his hand. "I'll leave it up to you and Doctor Stacy to decide how you feel about the secondary effects of the procedure. My job is to be glad that the primary goal was achieved- namely, the fact that that your CME levels are down to 20% of what they were a week ago," he declared, triumphantly tapping his clipboard. "Of course, the real test will come next week when we verify that your body isn't still producing it, but the chances of you having the exact same DNA misinterpretation are very, very slim."

"Wait, is 20% what we were going for?"

"Well, we were just trying to get rid of enough of it so that it wouldn't go rouge- and even more significantly, to remake your body so that it'll stop producing it. Given that there was 20% more of the enzyme in your body than was needed to change every cell you have, it could have gone rouge any day. We cut it very close."

"Wow... I'll say!" Casey responded in wonder.

CME had been the cause of this whole fiasco. It stood for Cellular Modulation Enzyme, and it had the ability to change the cells in a human body, assigning them to a different purpose. CME automatically fixed any part of the body that was different than the way it was coded in one's DNA- so really, it was a miraculous chemical. If they hadn't eradicated it from her system, it would mean that Casey would never get cancer, never have a failing kidney, never even get scars. It was so effective, it could completely fix the effects of a stroke. Granted, any problems caused by the way her DNA itself was coded wouldn't be fixed, but all things considering it was a cure for countless previously unrepairable ailments that had plagued humanity since the beginning of civilization. 

Unfortunately, it's production was also a lethal condition. Casey's body had started producing it because of a misinterpretation of her DNA- ironically, the only misinterpretation that it didn't fix.  And the body never stopped producing it once it started. Once there was simply to much in her body, it would go "rouge," as the doctors said, meaning it would start changing things that didn't need fixing. If it changed something vital, like her heart, she could die instantly. So, as much good as it could have (and possibly already had) done for her, it was too dangerous to keep in her body. 

The problem was, there was no way to remove it, or cease it's production- the doctors had yet to even figure out where in her body it was made. The only solution was to use it up. Fortunately, scientists had recently discovered how to use very precise radiation to mutate the chromosomes in one's cells- of the particular note, the sex chromosomes, the one set of chromosomes that directly affected every single function of the body. Therefor, all they had to do was submit her (or rather, him) to that radiation, turning his Y chromosome into an X chromosome. Since the sex chromosomes affected the way that every other part of her DNA was interpreted, the CME worked from the ground up to recreate his body into the way it "should" be- which was as an adolescent female. It had worked with incredible speed, changing her entire body in under a week. Not only did this burn up most the CME in her body, eliminating the threat of the chemical going rouge, but the chance that it would have the exact same DNA misinterpretation that caused the CME production is the first place was astronomical. It was therefor safe to assume that the problem was now solved.  

Except for the fact that she was now female, a state which she didn't plan to live the rest of her life in. But because scientists had figured out to synthesize the enzyme from a sample of her blood, she didn't have to. As soon as they were sure that she wasn't still producing it, they would put her on CME supplement pills. It was dangerous to take too much of it at once, so she had to get it into her body slowly, which is why she had to stay as a girl for the next 3-4 months. However, once they had enough of it in her (but less than the dangerous amount, obviously) then they could put her through the same procedure, changing her second X chromosome back into a Y, and she would become the way she was born again. 

Of course, all of this required state-of-the-art equipment and techniques, as well as the assistance of Doctor Aggins, the world's foremost specialist on the procedure. Luckily, scientists were obsessed with this condition, given it's potential and rarity, which meant that they had agreed to sponsor every procedure needed, so long as she agreed to let them have full access to her medical records and test results. The only reason that they hadn't already started using synthesized CME was that they hadn't yet learned enough about it to be able to make it generally effective- currently, it could only be used in the body which provided the sample in the first place. So scientists were furiously researching every case they could get their hands on, and the cost of the procedure was a small price to pay to get more data. They even had made the agreement that they would keep her synthesized CME, so that they could make more for her to use should she gain a serious condition that could be healed by it. This was one of the most significant reasons that she was rather accepting of her female probation- all things considered, having this condition had been an incredible stroke of luck for her, given that she was now free from almost any malady she could ever be diagnosed with. Being a girl for a few months was a small price to pay for such a privilege.

"So now what?" Casey asked.

"Well," the doctor said, rubbing the back of his neck, "the next step is a gynecological exam, actually."

"Oh..." Despite herself, Casey blushed furiously. Although she wouldn't have admitted out loud that she was very nervous and very embarrassed about having her new female aspects probed and tested, she imagined that she didn't need to.

"I could probably arrange for you to meet with Doctor Stacy first, if you'd like," said Doctor Aggins, trying to be helpful.

"Umm... Yes, I think I would prefer that." She smiled at him. "Thank you so so much... For everything."

He smiled back. "Just doing my job."

Casey was taken away to yet another room in the hospital. This one was much more comfortable than Doctor Aggins' more professional office, as it was designed for therapeutic purposes, as apposed to medical. When she entered the familiar room, she found Doctor Stacy waiting for her. Doctor Stacy's jaw dropped when she saw Casey.

"Wow... look at you!" she said, standing up.

"I have," Casey said with a nervous giggle. "Uh, Doctor Aggins said that everything worked perfectly"

"Well I'll say!" Doctor Stacey said. "Come sit down, I think we have a lot to talk about."

Casey sat down on the couch which she had sat in during their past sessions, again noticing how the couch seemed larger than it had before.

"So, how do you feel?" Doctor Stacy asked.

"Umm... really weird, for sure... but not bad in any physical way."

"That's good," Doctor Stacy said with a smile. "What do you mean by 'weird?'"

Casey gave a shallow laugh. "Uh, like, I'm a girl now?"

Doctor Stacy chuckled. "That I had noticed. I meant what about being a girl feels weird?"

"Well, I mean... everything. It's not every day that you wake up in a whole new body."

"Yeah, but would it have been as weird if you had woke up in a different male body?"

Casey bobbled her head a bit as she thought. "I guess not..."

"And why not?"

"Because girls are different than guys?"

Doctor Stacy sighed. "Right. How are they different?"

Casey started fidgeting with her hands, which she had once again naturally placed in her lap. "Well, in a lot of ways, really."

"Do you say that because you learned that in health class, or because of the first hand experience you've been having today?"

Casey didn't really know how to answer that, so she just gave a small shrug. For some reason, she felt more exposed than she did before... like her body language was conveying every bit of nervousness that she was feeling.

"I understand if you're having anxiety about talking about this Casey..." Doctor Stacy said. She was being sympathetic, which Casey appreciated, but somehow it strengthened her suspicions of having a natural tendency to be far more open in her body language, which made her even more nervous..

Doctor Stacy continued, "But I think you need to talk about it as soon as possible. Remember, you still need to carry on a life for the next few months, and I honestly think it would be most healthy for you to try and lead as normal a one as possible."

"Why?" Casey had to ask. "I certainly don't feel normal."

"Exactly." Doctor Stacy responded. "Having a constant anxiety over an unwarranted feeling of abnormality can lead to drastically decreased emotional, mental, and even physical health."

"But... I would think that this would be a very warranted feeling of abnormality." Casey responded.

"Why?" Doctor Stacy asked. "Being a girl is very normal. Just as normal as being a guy is."

"But I'm not a-" Casey cut herself off. Doctor Stacy looked at her knowingly, motioning for her to continue.

Casey sighed. "What I mean is, I'm not used to being a girl."

Doctor Stacy nodded. "Hence the feeling of abnormality."

"Exactly," Casey said, relieved. She liked Doctor Stacy a lot- she was very good at what she did. But Casey felt like she often had a tendency to make things more complicated. Therapists she thought with a mental sigh.

"Except for that I think you have it wrong." Doctor Stacy said, which made Casey want to roll her eyes (although she didn't, out of politeness). "You're confusing abnormality with unfamiliarity."

"What's the difference?"

"Abnormality is an external conflict, as in if you were different in the eyes of the world. Which you're not; like I said, you're a female just like any one of the billions of females out there. There's nothing wrong with that," Doctor Stacy said, "However, unfamiliarity is an internal conflict- you are different in the eyes of yourself."

"Okay, fine," Casey said. "But knowing what to call whatever this feeling in me won't make it go away."

"But it can help," Doctor Stacy responded. "Because remember- your body, your brain, everything inside of you knows that you are a girl. So why does it feel unfamiliar? Really, this should all feel very natural."

"But it doesn't!" Casey said, exasperated. "And it shouldn't, because I shouldn't be a girl!"

Doctor Stacy was silent for a few moments, then said, "Which is how I thought you feel. Casey, I hate to say it, but I think your discomfort comes from the fact that you don't want to feel comfortable."

Casey cocked her head. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Doctor Stacy said, grabbing a stack of papers on her desk "I've talked to some of the people who have worked with you so far, and your behavior since you woke up has been notably feminine."

"Wait, what?"

"As I hope you were aware, every one around you has had specialized training regarding this procedure- which includes observing subtle differences between male and female behavior, and all of your behaviors have been almost identical to that of a female adolescent."

Casey blushed a litte. "Like... how?"

"Well, you've been giggling often, blushing often, giving nervous smiles often..."

"Guys can do all of those things" Casey retorted quickly.

"Believe me, there's a difference. Obviously, every girl is different, but no matter what their personality type, female behavior is almost always distinguishable from male behavior. Plus, males don't display embarrassment or protectiveness over their exposed chests."

Casey's blush deepened.

"As a matter of fact, our observations and tests show that most aspects of your personality now have a very feminine disposition." Doctor Stacy continued. Casey didn't even know what to think about that, but if she could have felt more embarrassed, she would have. She suddenly buried her head in hands.

Doctor Stacy didn't say anything more, which Casey appreciated. She didn't start crying (to her relief) but she certainly felt like it in a way that she wasn't used to. The worst part was, she realized that what Doctor Stacy had been saying she had been feeling all along, and only now being told that it was so was she feeling so rebellious. But it was still true that while the feelings came naturally, realizing that they came naturally was starting to give her awful anxiety. She needed help.

After a few moment of building up her courage, she took a breath, and looked up. "I'm alright," she said.

Doctor Stacy looked sympathetic. "Are you sure?"

Casey nodded. "It's just... ever since I woke up, I have noticed all those things that you said, and they really didn't feel wrong, and at first I thought it would be okay, but when I step back and realize how... well, girly I am, it does make me feel really, really, uncomfortable, and-"

"Casey," Doctor Stacy said. "Slow down. Deep breath." Casey obeyed. "Are you alright to move on with our session?" Casey nodded.

"Alright then. Now, you're going to have to accept yourself the way you are now. And I think it'll help to talk about the way you are now. Are you alright with that?"

Casey nodded again.

"Okay, we can start with something simple. How does being smaller feel?"

"Like... well, just, everything seems so much bigger now. Well," she amended, "not really that much bigger, but the fact that it is bigger at all feels... well, significant, I guess."

Doctor Stacy nodded. "And does that make you feel any more... insecure?"

Casey thought about that for a moment. "Well... yeah, I guess... I mean, lots of things about this make me feel less secure."

"Like what?"

Casey blushed again. "Well, like..." she didn't finish her sentence, but instead brought her hand up and stroked her right breast through her clothes.

Doctor Stacy nodded. "Why do your breasts make you feel less secure?"

Hearing the words 'your breasts' made Casey bashful all over again, but she was determined to continue with this conversation. "I dunno... why are girls naturally protective of their breasts? I guess just because they're a whole new... umm..."

"Sexual aspect?" Doctor Stacy offered helpfully. Casey gave a small nod.

"Has anything else about your experience so far been sexually distinctive?" Doctor Stacy asked bluntly. "Remember Casey, we agreed awhile ago that we need to be open about these sorts of things..."

Casey nodded "I know, I know, it's just..." again, she didn't finish, but Doctor Stacy seemed to know what she was trying to say.

"I know... but the sooner you're open about it, the sooner the anxiety of unfamiliarity will go away."

"Yeah..." Casey said, mustering her courage. "I've noticed the way my new... um... genitals feel."

"And how is that?" Doctor Stacy asked, probing.

"Well, uh... foreign... and familiar, at the same time. Really... sensitive obviously." Doctor Stacy motioned for her to continue. "It almost makes me..." Casey was very confused and nervous now, but she finished anyway. "...curious." Her head returned to her head.

"That was good, Casey, admitting that. You have to understand that everything you're feeling is totally normal, but most life-long girls are just as uncomfortable about the topic anyway."

Casey lifted her head up again, but held a hard, fixed stare at the ground. The feelings she was having were almost enough to drive her crazy. While she was in the bathroom, just feeling it all, it all seemed so simple... but now, faced with the implications of what it all really meant, she just didn't know how to take it.

"Casey, you're doing great. There are just a few more things we need to talk about, and then we can be done for today."

Casey looked up at her and nodded.

"Alright, now you're about the go see the gynecologist. Like I said, most natural-born girls are just as nervous about their first sort of visit like this as you are, and that's nothing to be ashamed of." Casey doubted that, but didn't interrupt. "Just let her do her thing, I promise you'll be fine. But I'd like to go over the most important parts with you myself. I'm sure you already know everything I'm about to say, but I need to say it anyway."

Casey had been dreading what was coming, but she just nodded again.

"Alright. First, realize that everything about your body works. Which means that your body will go through menstruation every month. This will obviously involve a period, and you'll be taught how to handle that. The side effects include cramps, feeling bloated, and psychological changes, often involving irritability."

Casey looked away as Doctor Stacy told her all of this, but she kept listening.

"Second... you are able to be impregnated. I understand that you certainly are not planning for that to happen, but... in this world, a girl can never be totally sure. Obviously, pregnancy is temporary, and is almost entirely safe nowadays, but you do need to know that if in the rarest of rare chances it... well, happens, we can't change you back until you give birth. So you need to be as completely safe as you can. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Casey said in a weak voice. She had known all of this before, but somehow hearing it made her feel more frightened and nervous than ever.

"Alright." Then Doctor Stacy smiled. "Don't worry Casey, you have nothing to be afraid of."

Casey sighed. But then she gave a smile. "Thank you so much."

Doctor Stacy smiled. "I'll walk with you to the gynecologist."