Ret-Con, Station Break 1
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wellownedbkupStation Break 1:
Patient Name: ****** *******
Gender at Birth (indicate male or female): Female
Intended Gender (indicate male, female or midline): Male
Intended Name: Jordan *******
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation (indicate on spectrum of heterosexual only to homosexual only or questioning): Questioning/Unsure
Relationship Status: Single
Smoke/Drink: Non-smoker/Rarely drink
Origin/Before
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 250 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Hair Texture: Curly, Long [to shoulders]
Eye Color: Brown
Body Shape/ Athletic Ability: Overweight/Non-athletic
Prime/After
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 140 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Hair Texture: Wavy, Medium Length [covers ears]
Eye Color: Hazel
Body Shape/ Athletic Ability: Slim/Moderately Athletic
Diseases:
Diabetes Type II, early onset. Patient has agreed to slight eyesight problems in order to completely remove diabetic tendencies.
Family history of breast cancer, prostate enlargement, diabetes, hypertension, high blood pressure, alcoholism, etc exists. Precautions will be taken.
Allergies:
Cats, dogs, dust, pollen. Preventative measures will be taken.
Notes:
Sexual orientation to be determined via experimentation in the complex with cleared therapeutic assistants. Recommend at least 2 weeks in proximity to each sex, with extension option of 2 weeks to be clear.
Patient has been made aware of all risks and limitations.
“When we say that we’ve perfected the process,”
“We mean that we can change genders, but not everything else.” The verbal ping pong begins again.
“We can’t take away every disease, but we can do a bit of shifting.”
“We can make it so that you won’t be diabetic, ever. But the change has to equal out somewhere else. You can choose what capacity you’d diminish.”
“Like, what? Needing glasses?” she asks, confused.
“Precisely,” they say simultaneously, bobbing their heads. “Eyesight troubles are generally the better choice because you can get that fixed in time, if you desire. But it’s not a big inhibition in the long run.”
“We’ve had some people choose a different disease, something that can be controlled by pills, or a shorter life span. But we don’t advise it,” the other says, face screwing up in distaste.
“A waste of our time and theirs, truth be told.”
She nods. “I’ll take needing glasses, then. Lesser of two evils, right?” she laughs a little, shifting slightly nervously.
“Then it’s time. Follow us.” They lead her into an adjoining room that is completely dominated by the largest tanning bed cum MRI she’s seen.
“Is this…?”
“Trans Action. Just lie back and we’ll take care of the rest.”
She eyes it dubiously. “Will it hurt?”
One of the twins, the one who’d been transacted, squeezes her hand lightly. “You’ll go to sleep, no worries. You may wake up a little achy, but the worst we’ve had was a patient whose joints ached for a few days. Nothing a little painkiller won’t help.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?” she asks them, something already so familiar about them that she can’t help but miss them.
They shake their heads sadly. “No, we won’t. This is the limit of our interaction with patients. But you will see us again, in the future.”
“After all, we’re family.” They smile and usher her into the cocoon bed, refusing to elaborate on the hint they drop. “Just sleep. When you wake up, Jordan, everything will be as it should be.
Patient Name: ****** *******
Gender at Birth (indicate male or female): Female
Intended Gender (indicate male, female or midline): Male
Intended Name: Jordan *******
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation (indicate on spectrum of heterosexual only to homosexual only or questioning): Questioning/Unsure
Relationship Status: Single
Smoke/Drink: Non-smoker/Rarely drink
Origin/Before
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 250 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Hair Texture: Curly, Long [to shoulders]
Eye Color: Brown
Body Shape/ Athletic Ability: Overweight/Non-athletic
Prime/After
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 140 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Hair Texture: Wavy, Medium Length [covers ears]
Eye Color: Hazel
Body Shape/ Athletic Ability: Slim/Moderately Athletic
Diseases:
Diabetes Type II, early onset. Patient has agreed to slight eyesight problems in order to completely remove diabetic tendencies.
Family history of breast cancer, prostate enlargement, diabetes, hypertension, high blood pressure, alcoholism, etc exists. Precautions will be taken.
Allergies:
Cats, dogs, dust, pollen. Preventative measures will be taken.
Notes:
Sexual orientation to be determined via experimentation in the complex with cleared therapeutic assistants. Recommend at least 2 weeks in proximity to each sex, with extension option of 2 weeks to be clear.
Patient has been made aware of all risks and limitations.
“When we say that we’ve perfected the process,”
“We mean that we can change genders, but not everything else.” The verbal ping pong begins again.
“We can’t take away every disease, but we can do a bit of shifting.”
“We can make it so that you won’t be diabetic, ever. But the change has to equal out somewhere else. You can choose what capacity you’d diminish.”
“Like, what? Needing glasses?” she asks, confused.
“Precisely,” they say simultaneously, bobbing their heads. “Eyesight troubles are generally the better choice because you can get that fixed in time, if you desire. But it’s not a big inhibition in the long run.”
“We’ve had some people choose a different disease, something that can be controlled by pills, or a shorter life span. But we don’t advise it,” the other says, face screwing up in distaste.
“A waste of our time and theirs, truth be told.”
She nods. “I’ll take needing glasses, then. Lesser of two evils, right?” she laughs a little, shifting slightly nervously.
“Then it’s time. Follow us.” They lead her into an adjoining room that is completely dominated by the largest tanning bed cum MRI she’s seen.
“Is this…?”
“Trans Action. Just lie back and we’ll take care of the rest.”
She eyes it dubiously. “Will it hurt?”
One of the twins, the one who’d been transacted, squeezes her hand lightly. “You’ll go to sleep, no worries. You may wake up a little achy, but the worst we’ve had was a patient whose joints ached for a few days. Nothing a little painkiller won’t help.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?” she asks them, something already so familiar about them that she can’t help but miss them.
They shake their heads sadly. “No, we won’t. This is the limit of our interaction with patients. But you will see us again, in the future.”
“After all, we’re family.” They smile and usher her into the cocoon bed, refusing to elaborate on the hint they drop. “Just sleep. When you wake up, Jordan, everything will be as it should be.
