Psyren’s Redemption | Ch 4 Pt 2
AEGIS Agent Amelia Van den Broeke appears on scene to witness the wreckage caused by fight between individuals with extraordinary abilities. There she finds Everett Howard, an ordinary old man, unconscious, the only living witness to this attack. What follows will change both of their lives in ways neither could have ever foreseen and forever intertwine their fates.
February 15, 2016
County General Hospital
New Hebron, California
“Goddamn doctors.” Everett cursed shifting in his seat and tugging at his hospital gown. Every movement, was a reminder of how much his body had changed. He was uncomfortable and it showed in his body language. He felt like he was wearing a pair of coveralls that was two sizes too small, which had created bulges in strange an unexpected places.
He grimaced shaking his head trying to clear the vague, yet steady, sense of emotions that were being projected from Van den Broeke’s mind to his own. He didn’t know the how or why, but it was disconcerting to say the least. The Agent might have given the she was calm and collected, but under the surface she felt a range of feelings as deep and as numerous as any other person. Which for Everett, whose range of emotions was about as varied as the sterile gray and white walls of the hospital, it proved to be more than a little distracting.
The door swung open and a tall doctor with thick-rimmed glasses stepped inside the room, letting the door close behind him without looking back. “Ah, good nicht, mein name ist Doctor Albert Hassebroek and you are as the chart says Fräulein Harris, Ja?”[ DAW: German word for Miss ^_^
Please tell me if can understand Hassebroek well enough and… if he gets annoying. I can always tone down his
Those two years I took German in Jr. High are actually coming in useful here.]
Hassebroek took a seat across from Everett a smile creasing his mustachioed face.
Everett nodded. “That’s right, doctor.”
“Yes, yes, sehr gut. I apologize the attack on the hospital delayed me. I consult with the AEGIS, from time to time. I specialize in what you would call exemplar medicine. From what I read of your case, you have experienced some… How do you say… unexpected effects, from your transformation? I must first start with the examination und we can go from there. This is gut, ja?”
This was the doctor, Agent Van den Broeke had described as an ass? He didn’t strike Everett as particularly rude or uncivil. Goofball was the word that sprang to Everett’s mind when he stared up at the doctor. Especially as he twirled the end of his mustache with his pen.
“Don’t really think I have much of a choice, doc. Let’s just get this over with.”
“I must ask you to remove your clothes as you have changed in such, as they say, a drastic measure that I must perform gynecological exam.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Hassebroeke’s smile evaporated from his face and he stared back at Everett between creased brows. “Kidding? Why would I kid? Undress now.”
Everett could definitely see where the agent had been coming from. Everett grimaced, and started to untie the knot in the back of his hospital gown before peeling it away from his chest revealing a pair of large perky breasts. He pulled the bottom of the gown free, and tossed it down on the ground exposing the rest of his feminine parts for the doctor to see.
“Is this really necessary?” Everett felt his cheeks burn, as he glanced in the doctor’s direction, not quite able to bring himself to make eye contact.
“I would say so. One can not determine the extent of your transformation without looking.”
‘Take it like a man, Everett’ he thought to himself, the irony of it not lost on him.
He winced and closed his eyes as the doctor’s gloved paws reached out toward him. When Hassebroeke’s hands passed over his breasts, Everett’s eyes snapped back open and he lurched back staring at him with his mouth hanging open and wide eyes.
“DAMMIT, THAT’S COLD!”
Hassebroeke grimaced, but didn’t offer up a response. Instead, he retrieved a smartphone from the breast pocket of his lab coat. His accent seemed to soften as he spoke into the phone.
“Patient ist a newly awakened individual who has undergone what appears to be complete sexual reversal, drastic decrease in physical age und race change. This is most unusual combination of changes. Her new physical age I would estimate to be in her early twenties. Breasts development is consistent with young woman in that age group. She has blue eyes, an unusual mutation among Afroamerikaner, which might suggest a blending of her former kaukasisch genetic structure with the new. Will need need to run a complete genetic comparison.”
“Your using the wrong damn pronoun doc, I may not look it, but… I still feel like a man.”
Hassebroeke let out a short derisive laugh. He set the phone down on a nearby instrument tray before swapping it out for a light and flashed it in Everett’s eyes. “Open your mouth und say ahhh.”
Everett rolled his eyes, but complied and gritted his teeth as the doctor’s pressed his hands into his neck, and abdomen. All in all, it proved to be a pretty standard examination, but as Everett shivered against the cold he couldn’t help but wonder why the doctor hadn’t allowed him to get dressed again. It didn’t take him long to get his answer.
“I will need to run tests, but so far the patient seems to be in gut health. Sehr remarkable considering just a few hours ago she was an eighty-six-year-old man. To all outward appearance secondary und primary sexual characteristics are female. Her vulva looks to be full developed, but I have yet to exam her vaginal cavity.”
Everett his hands up and shaking his head as the doctor spoke. “Don’t you dare! If you think I’m going to let you stick your–”
“Ms. Howard. Do you have any idea what can go wrong with a transformation of this, as you say magnitude? It’s important that I perform full examination to ensure that your new anatomy developed correctly. You could bleed out und die if an artery did not form correctly or if your urethra was malformed it could leading to a number of komplikationen any one of which could kill you or at the very least make it difficult to urinate.”
“You can tell all that from a physical examination? Shouldn’t you take an MRI or something?”
“Ja, ja, ja!” The doctor waved a dismissive hand at him. “We will do that! If there is something is wrong with your anatomy. In the rare event that there is one, the sooner I detect a flaw the sooner I can correct it. Assuming it’s something that can be corrected.”
“Alright, alright, I get your point.” Everett lowered his hands and winced as the doctor loomed over him. Hassebroeke hesitated and Everett scowled. “Well, have at it. I’m not getting any younger.”
The doctor chuckled and grabbed what could only be described as duck-billed torture device from hell and held it out for Everett to see. “Lie down on your back.”
Everett positioned himself as directed, and followed each of the doctor’s instructions as he issued them. What followed was one of the most uncomfortable and humiliating experiences of his life. Thankfully, it was over quickly, but as he looked up at the doctor he couldn’t help but feel as if he’d been violated. God, how did women stand going through this shit year after year?
“Patient’s anatomy appears fully female, but will need to run an MRI in order to verify” Hassebroeke said setting the device, Everett latter learned was called a speculum, back down on the tray and retrieved the smartphone.
“Great news doctor, just what I wanted to hear.” Glanced down at his breasts and up at the doctor again. “Can I get dressed now?”
Hassebroeke scowled and slipped the smartphone back into his pocket. “Of course. In addition to the MRI, we will need to test your psychical performance and abilities, but that should not require you to remain naked.”
“More tests?” Everett shook his head and gritted his teeth as he snatched the hospital gown from the floor. “Just great, I always wanted to know what it felt like to be a lab rat.”
“None of the other tests require my presence. Someone will be in to cater to your petty needs, gute nacht.” The doctor grimaced one last time at Everett and disappeared from the room without casting a single glance back at his patient.
“What an odd fellow.”
Everett scratched his head, and watched the doctor depart. He glanced down at his breasts, felt his cheeks burn as he thought of the examination. He dressed feeling a small measure of relief once the gown was in place, but shivered against the cold nonetheless. He was very aware of just how much he had changed and was far more self-conscious when in the buff than he would have been before his transformation. Fortunately, the gown was sufficient to satiate this new, more pervasive, sense of modesty to a degree, but it did almost nothing to keep him warm.
He let out a long sigh, laid down on the exam bed and stared up at the ceiling as he awaited the next round of tests. What the hell had he gotten himself mixed up in?