“Oh doc you gotta help me” said Carla (18), now in the body of a 25 year old man.
She, like many other people affected by the shift, didn’t know what to do and panicked rushing to hospitals unable to deal with what’s going on around them.
Thankfully due to the usual proximity based swaps, a lot of hospitals were able to get staff back to work to try and help people adjust, or help people who swapped and ended up in an accident or even help the mugging victims due to disorientation because of the mass body swap.
Thankfully I swapped with a woman similarly aged to me who was visiting her father at the hospital.
It took me a moment to realise I’d even changed as I was tending to another patient in an identical room, but after long blonde hair fell in front of my face I knew something was wrong. After realising what happened the rush of sensations came crashing down on me. My new center of balance throwing me slightly forward, the smell of perfume, the short and low cut polkadot dress letting in the cool breeze from the AC. Looking down I couldn’t even see my feet past the breasts, adorned with a heart shaped tattoo (Which I thought was kind of fitting as I specialize in Cardiology).
An announcement over the hospital PA directed all nurses and doctors on site to a lecture hall the onsite medical students use. Here we quickly organized into specialty and then learnt who everyone was. The Dean of Medicine, who was announcing everything and organizing the lecture hall, who was a 60 year old man was now a 14 year old girl. Some of my colleagues actually hadn’t swapped bodies, which was curious, but there wasn’t too much time to ponder as we quickly set about reorganizing the clinic and many patient rooms into temporary exam rooms where we churned through as many patients as possible. Lots of people just needed reassuring from a medical professional, even though we equally had no idea what was happening. Many had minor injuries from car crashes or other accidents due to the swap. Others were now dealing with ailments/illnesses their new body had. There was an unfortunate 10 year old boy now in the body of a 30 year old blind man I had to help.
Carla here was in a complete state of hysteria. At this point I’ve dealt with many women turned into men and they all said something similar. Usually along the lines of ‘I can’t deal with this’ or ‘I wanted to be a mother’ or ‘what will my significant other think’ or a whole multitude of other things. Their worlds have crumbled by simply being a man, and I kind of get it. As a man turned woman I too am unsure of what my wife will think, but I also haven’t seen or heard from her yet. There are more people to worry about first, people who are desperately in need and seeking it here right now. Thankfully I believe my wife has her head screwed on and will push on without me.
People like Carla however, were simply ‘too pretty’ to end up like this.
“I can’t be a man!” She wailed “I can’t deal with it, I just can’t”
“Shhh take a breath, everything will be ok” I tried to say calmly, still weirded out by my feminine voice.
“Ok?! Nothing is ok. I can’t even look at you without---without.” She quickly covered her crotch with her hands
“STOP!” She screamed obviously trying to hold back her new penis. Evidently our new bodies also held new sexual orientations which some people were trying to get to grips with. Unfortunately I had been denied any reprise from mine. Throughout the whole day I’ve had many good looking men, most of which were women complaining about now being men, most of which I had given instruction on accepting their new selves and… trying to relieve their tension. The whole time I’m sat here dealing with them being turned on just by looking at me, it’s almost revolutionary for me, as a man you don’t get much indication if a woman is attracted to you.
Looking at her trying desperately to cover and quash her erection, something in me snapped and I simply said.
“Do you want some help with that?”
“PLEASE, ANYTHING.” Carla said.
“The best method I’ve found is to accept your new reality.” I said, grabbing her hand and putting it on one of my breasts.
“What?” she said
“Go on, give it a squeeze, part of you certainly wants to.”
Without much more prompting she started massaging my breast. The feeling of a big manly hand was turning me on immensely.
I slowly pulled my breasts out of my new dress.
“Doc this is just making it worse, it almost hurts”
“Shshsh, just let me take care of it.” I said as I pulled down my panties, her mouth agape.
“Are you sure about this?” Still not taking her hand off of my breasts
“Trust me, I am a doctor.” I said as I made my way on top of her, straddling her. “This will make you feel all better.”
I pulled down her pants and lined myself up and slowly plunged my new pussy onto her penis. The feeling was ecstatic, like lightning was sent throughout my body. Carla actually responded and started thrusting into me almost instinctually. She sucked on my breasts as she played with them.
“Mmm yeah, that is so much better than I expected.” I moaned.
“You can… say that again…” She said between sucking my nipples. “I think… I think I’m about to… Ooooh.”
With one final thrust she emptied her new appendage into my pussy. Sending me to my first female orgasm.
“Wow.” was all I could say as I collapsed back into my chair. “You can say that again.” She said, “Maybe. Maybe this won't be so bad.” “Glad I could be of assistance.” I said hefting my breasts back into my dress and pulling my panties back up. “Do you have any other issues or concerns?” I asked “Uhm, no, I don’t think so. I think I’m going to go home now. Thanks alot.” She said, still wide eyed but no longer hysteric, but eerily calm. “Alright, mind yourself on your way home, a lot of craziness going on out there.” I turned to mark down this patient as complete.
“Next!”
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