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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 girly, because, well, you'll be a girl."

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 experiance with him, but right now he looked excited, and she hoped that that was a good sign.

"Good news!" he said to her relief.