but it's out of habit. Still, so many impressions, said Mr. Jenkins. He's a cool guy, even better than I thought. He is over forty, but he is not at all a bore, and his eyes are young. We are going to his human rights organization with him, and I will be able to live there for some time. So he said.

Something I feel uneasy. I'll go lie down. Hlyupik unfortunate, spent half a day at liberty and sour as a carrion ...

***

Devil, I'm dying. Damn coyote was right: I can not be free. And the ampoule somewhere gone, lost, probably. Hellish pain in the whole body, do not touch the chest ...

Though Mr. Jenkins is near. This is the only person I would like to see next at such a moment. He is a doctor himself, and he is trying to help me. I'm so glad I met him.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to everyone with whom I never met and did not speak ...

***

It seems that I have long fainted.

It's night now. When I woke up, I thought I was dead already in the next world. An unknown room, everything is so white, beautiful. But then I thought it was just a hospital. And in the nightstand my manatki. I hope no one poked his nose in this diary? ..

Everything hurts as before. What the devil have I not died? ... Although, nevertheless, it is probably good. But maybe I will die soon. Everything hurts so much that I can't get up.

The handle falls out of the hands ...

***

I'm so shocked that I can't write.

I do not know whether to rejoice, cry or go crazy. It seems to me that I am crazy. I have nonsense. It can not be. Just Can't Be.

I wish I died.

***

I then woke up and saw Mr. Jenkins. And he asked the most stupid question that could ask: "I have not died?"

And he was surprised: my voice sounded somehow different, as always. Somehow it is squeaky, as if I am still a small fry, and I'm about fourteen, not eighteen.

“No, Jack,” he said very gently, as the children say. He never spoke to me like that before.

And I sensed something was wrong.

- What happened?!

“I have news for you,” he said. And shut up.

And I sneezed. And he asked - “what is it?” - because they were tickling things in my face and nose.

- Your hair. They grew from you.

- Hair? Am I so shaggy? - I felt my head and whistled. There were so many of them that my hands were plunged into a woolen bath. I guess I’ve been lying around without memory for a month and a half or two, since it’s so overgrown. - Gosha! Is this news?

- Not. That is, not only. Just do not worry and do not be afraid, - said Mr. Jenkins.

- I'm disabled? Can't walk? - I asked and moved my legs. They seemed to move normally. And nothing hurt anymore.

- Not. Thank God everything is fine. You are healthy ... or almost healthy. But that's not the point. You see ...

He fell silent. And I looked at him. And I thought that if he didn’t say right now, I would die anyway.

- You see, Jack ... In general, you are not quite Jack anymore. You have become a girl, ”said Mr. Jenkins, and added:“ A very beautiful girl. ”

***

And then I screwed up a particular fool. Or a fool? how to speak correctly now? ..

At first I could not understand why Mr. Jenkins is joking with me so moronically. I got angry and jumped on the bed.

And then I saw and felt. I was naked under a blanket, and I immediately saw THEIR. And he felt like they were moaning there. It was as if heavy, such bags had been sewn under my skin. And he felt how a tickling cocoon enveloped me and climbed into my eyes. Hair! They almost whipped me up to the navel and were like curling black down, tickled to hell.

I screamed like a moron, and jumped to my feet. I really was completely naked, and THERE ... there was nothing! There was some kind of gap, all in the hairs, and that’s all.

- You cut it off! - I yelled at Mr. Jenkins. - What did you do? Did you do this? You?..

“Calm down, Jack,” he said. - No, it's not us. We have nothing to do with it ...

- I do not believe you! I was a guy, a normal guy! What have you done? ..

- Calm down and listen!

He finally sat me down on the bed by force.

- It's not us, Jack. Fair. This is all your father.

- What? Daddy turned me into a girl?

- On the contrary. You have always been a girl, Jack.

I was so surprised that I was silent.

“You were born a girl, and your father made you a boy.” This is all your medicine. So called medicine ... Father put experiments on you. He was engaged in genetic engineering and invented a drug that affects hormones at the genetic level. He daily introduced it to you, and this led to the fact that your body turned into a male. More precisely, you have become something like an androgyne. Outside, the male genitals have grown, and the female ones remain inside, which under the influence of the drug gradually turned into a rudiment. As soon as you stopped taking the drug - your hormonal system is restored, the body rejects the male sexual organ and forms the female ones. This shake almost ruined you. But you turned out to be a strong fellow, Jack. More precisely, a strong baby.

Everything was falling inside me while I was listening to him.

“No, no,” I muttered. - All wrong. I do not believe you.

“This is incredible,” said Mr. Jenkins. “But it's true, Jack.” I checked. We made a request for archives. Marvin Osman, your father, never had a son. He has only one child - a girl who was born eighteen years ago. It's you, Jack.

I remember nothing more that day. I guess I turned off again.

***

I wanted to eat like in hell. I cracked seven times a day and could not eat.

“You could survive this,” said Mr. Jenkins.

He was there all the time and supported me as best he could. But I noticed that he began to behave quite differently with me. It is difficult to say what it was expressed in - in the voice, in the movements, in the way he looked at me ...

When I finally ate like a human being, I first went to the mirror. Well, for the first time after this, I mean.

All this time I was completely naked (or naked?). Mr. Jenkins said - this is because I was blacked out, and soon I will be given women's clothes.

I was ready for anything when I went to the mirror, eyes closed. But all the same, what I saw there was ... I don't know which words to pick up, but - IT was such that I still screamed like a nerd.

That is not it, but she.

Nothing to do with me there. Well, maybe something similar remained in the face, and then - because of the hair horseradish disassemble.

There was a naked curly girl. She had huge tits with huge brown nipples, wide hips, and something incomprehensible instead of pussy. I even cracked inside when I looked there. And she also had a shock of black hair that covered her shoulders and half of her arms. They were all spiraling like drills. In her stomach she was very thin - my father's legs were so thick.

This girl was exactly what I always wanted to see. Well, see naked, in a sense. And she was beautiful, I could not help but admit it. She was much prettier than Jack.

Or not, not so: what Jack had was not so hot - it became beautiful with her. Perhaps that very beautiful.

Devil.

Only now I could not understand how it could be that she is me. I am she. SHE IS...

- Do you like yourself? - asked Mr. Jenkins. He stood behind me.

“I don't know,” I grunted.

The voice was not mine either, and I could not control it. It did not sound the way I wanted. Not my voice. I'm not myself...

I suddenly burst into tears.

It was quite girlish, I don’t remember when it was the last time I roared, but then I suddenly got it. I roared and understood that I am now a real girl, well, just one to one, and this roared even more ...

If Mr. Jenkins rushed to hug and comfort me, I would probably kill him. I would scratch him, as the girls do, and would scream at the whole hospital until I would tear my throat and die ...

But Mr. Jenkins did not move .... Read more →