So, I'd have to do something bad enough to get sent to the facility I posted in post #16. Not bad enough to warrant the gender changing enema, but around the second or third day I'll decide to disobey the nurses a few times. They will have no other choice but to give me the special enema session.
I lay there tied down spread eagle on my stomach. I'm squirming against my bonds, trying to get out. I feel the stick of a needle in my right buttock. Soon calmness hits me, it's so hard to fight the sedative, so hard to fight the sleep. I barely am able to stay awake throughout the enema's administration. I feel the effects of the enema take control of me. She explains the feelings. The feeling of pop rock throughout my whole body is my genetics being changed. Soon i feel less aggressive and more emotional, i start having a good cry. This is due to my decrease in testosterone and an increase in estrogen. Next, I feel breasts growing on my chest and my penis and scrotum being pulled inside me. The doctor gives me another shot that puts me in a mental fog, before I fall asleep she says, “This shot will make it impossible to fight the sedative. Soon you will sleep through the excruciating pain as the enema changes your muscles and bone structure.” I now fall asleep.
I awake restrained to a hospital bed. Fifteen minutes later, the doctor comes in to administer the last two shots. I play the part, I beg her not to do this to me. She ignores my fake pleas, like I'm not even talking. After swabbing my left arm and applying a tourniquet, she injects both shots in me. I feel an electric surge hit my brain, it's extremely painful. I feel a feel a migraine so profuse, I scream in agony. The moment I scream, the pain ceases to exist, just like it never was there. I remember coming here as a straight male, as a misogynistic piece of crab, who beat up homosexuals, but now all I want is to find the man of my dreams and give him lots of babies.