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Hair Transplant I Didn't Expect - Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-03-01 12:56:01 +0000 UTCTour of facility.
Marti led me to the clinic portion of the building. We stopped at a viewing window overlooking a lab. "Here's our newest research facility," She waved her hands as if offering a grand reveal. "This is our Nano-technology lab. We have onsite facilities that produce self-replicating nanobots whose function will be to deliver and re-construct faulty DNA at the stand level. What we've found is that those little guys can actually repair tissue damage. We hope that someday we can program them specifically to repair damaged skin for those that have been disfigured by fire." On the way, I noticed a distinct lack of male technicians. In fact, most of the clinic workers were, by media standards, very attractive.
She opened the door of suite 2C and I entered a very antiseptic-looking room. It had all the comforts of home, a bed, a large screen HDTV, a separate bathroom, and what looked like an antique barbers chair in the middle of the floor. "Since this is a full-day procedure, we have set up a number of these suites for the total comfort of my clients. I hope you don't mind. Nancy, my personal assistant, will be in momentarily to get your vitals before we begin the procedure.
Please change into the examination gown and have a seat. I'll be back after we get all of your stats." I was a bit taken aback by her demeanor. This Marti was the consummate professional, not the flirtatious lady that I had come to know. I sat in the chair and relaxed. Looking up I noticed a video monitor in the ceiling. Glancing at the arm of the chair I located a remote control and turned it on. The actor that
I knew as Martin Ross blinked to life on the screen; "Thank you for choosing Genesis for your hair replacement therapy. Please sit back and relax as we explain the procedure and give you a little insight into the new you..." The video described the procedure in depth and was very thorough. As the actor's voice continued I found myself self-becoming a bit drowsy. There was a knock on the door and in walked a very attractive young lady; "I see that you found the video controls. Normally you are not supposed to watch it until I am done taking your vitals, but no harm. Please roll up your sleeve so I can get your blood pressure." I rolled my cuff and as she was reading my systolic I closed my eyes. I was so tired.
I half awoke to the sound of Marti's voice speaking to other people in the room; "Please check the sequence. I would like to see him with a natural sandy blond head of hair.
Roll back the clock a bit and give it the natural highlights of a teen. Oh yes, please call his office and explain that he won't be back until the middle of next week, Doctor's orders."
Recovery and Adjustment.
I dragged my eyes open as the darkness drained from my mind. My first sight was the vision of Marti; " Well hello there sleepyhead. I'm afraid you've missed most of the procedure, but it seems to have gone rather well." As I tried to move I felt a bit weak; "What time is it?" "Well it's 5pm, but it may surprise you to know that it is Saturday. You've been out for a few days." She pressed a pedal at the base of the chair and it moved me to an upright position.
I had a bit of a headache and raised my hand to my forehead. When my hand met a curl of hair my eyes shot to Marti; " Wha, I've got hair? I figured that it would be months before I saw any new growth." I gave the lock a gentle tug and found that it was indeed attached to my scalp. I ran my fingers through my new mane and was amazed at the thickness... and the length. I pulled the hair into my view and twirled it between my fingers; " It's a little blonder than I remember and certainly in need of a trim." I was amazed as I heard my own words. It had been years since I'd needed much of a haircut. Marti stood back; "Don't worry, shampoo, cutting and styling are right around the corner and we'll get to that tomorrow. Because of the nature of the treatment your hair growth has been accelerated.
The new hair is still a little fragile, but by tomorrow hair will be at its full strength. It will continue to grow at this rate for about 6 months before the body adjusts to the treatment. After that, your hair growth will be at a regular rate." She handed me a mirror and I gazed at my reflection. I looked like some sort of rock star, but overall it was an amazing sight. I had hair. It had already grown to where it touched my shoulders and looked healthy and very shiny.
Marti had a broad smile; "I hope you like it. I KNOW that I do." She gave me a sexy wink. "but for now just relax a nd" A knock at the door interrupted her. The door opened enough to reveal Nancy's face; "Please excuse the interruption. Dr. Ross, I need to talk to you about a very important matter." "Alright, Nancy I meet you in my office in one minute." After the door was closed Marti leaned over me; "Now you see that I wasn't kidding. I'll be back, so don't go anywhere." She leaned in close and planted a kiss on my lips. It was not at all tentative, as she pressed hard against me. She pulled away and headed toward her office leaving me to admire my gift. I pushed it, pulled it, and moved it all around to see how it might look after it was styled. Maybe it was an overreaction, but I thought that perhaps I'd leave it a little long for a while.
Marti returned to the room and seemed to have slipped back into her professional mode; "Bob, we're going to run a couple of quick tests. Nancy will draw some blood in just a moment..." I thought I heard a hint of concern in her voice; "I'm not going to lose my hair am I? I was just getting used to it." She didn't smile. "Bob, There may have been a slight reaction to the treatment. It is nothing life-threatening, but it's a potential side effect that we need to take a look at. Relax, I'm going to head to the lab to step up for your sample." She was definitely a little shaky as she leaned to me and kissed me on the cheek before she left.
Nancy entered and would not make eye contact with me; "Mr. Hafler, I will need to draw some blood." I dutifully rolled up my sleeve and she went to work. When the syringe was full she swabbed the insertion point with some alcohol and left the room, having avoided even the most trivial of interchanges.
I dozed off again and awoke to a knock on the door. Marti entered the room and Her eyes looked puffy.
"Is everything all right?" I asked.
She straightened up and put her hand on my arm; "Bob, I don't know any way another way to tell you... The treatment we use contains products including ribozymes or antisense RNAs. These molecules are produced to bind the messenger RNA molecules that tell specific genes into altering bodily material."
I must have had a dumbfounded look on my face; "What?"
"Bob, We sequenced your DNA before the procedure, but I am afraid that we overlooked something very basic. As you probably learned in High school biology the typical female has a chromosome of XX while the typical male has XY. This is a rather simplistic view... In reality, we do see a small percentage of people who don't exhibit the "correct" chromosome pattern. Unless you studied genomics you might not be aware that other factors are involved in the physical determination of gender. The body also has a delicate balance of SRY and DAX1 genes, which are triggers. Either can bind to DNA or RNA, but we have yet to identify their specific target..."
I waved my hand at Marti letting her know that I needed her to stop her explanation; "Marti, I consider myself an intelligent man, but I don't have a clue what you're talking about."
She shook her head; "I'm so sorry Bob. In layman's terms, and due to my oversight, the retrovirus injected by Nanobots, which carry the genetic material, has affected more than we had anticipated. The nanobots identified what they believed to be a defect and decided to facilitate a repair. Simply put, you might experience a few unexpected changes, besides your new head of hair."
I sat up straight; "What sort of changes? Am I going to die?"
"No, no. Bob nothing that has occurred is life-threatening."
I relaxed a bit and turned back to the humor that has always been a front for my anxiety; "Then what happened? Am I going to turn into a frog or drop on all fours and howl at the full moon?"
Marti smiled a small, but wounded smile; "Do you remember Bruce Banner?"
I cocked my head to one side;" yeah, he was the cartoon guy who turned into the HUL..."
Marti laughed; "Well let me assure you, you won't be turning green and gaining 500 pounds of muscle"
I snapped my fingers and tried to look disappointed; "DARN! How long will it be before those little machines run out of power?"
"I'm afraid that would be... never. One of my advances in technology was to design them like little, but very intelligent parasites. They are constantly powered by the electrochemical system of your body. The US government needed long-term devices for a possible trip to mars, so..."
Marti slipped back into her "professional mode"; "Do you feel all right? Any pains, discomfort... anything out of the norm?"
"I've been tired and my mind seems a bit fuzzy, but no... nothing seems wrong."
"Good. Perhaps we are concerned about nothing. We'll re-run the data to verify, but in the meantime I want you to stay with me at my home so that I can keep an eye on you."
"Pack my bags and take me home... and maybe you can keep more than just your eye on me... " She groaned at my attempt at a humorous pun. "... How long will I be staying with you? I'll need to contact the office."
"Nancy has already contacted Dot and has taken care of that. We're setting up a VPN to your office at my house so you can conduct business as usual. So, get dressed. We'll be heading out in about half an hour."
Marti lived about 10 miles from Genesis. It was a comfortable drive in her Land Rover. It made my Toyota seem like a toy. As we pulled off the main road onto her gravel driveway I could not see a house; "Are you taking me out in the woods to dispose of my body?"
She smiled; "No Bob, My humble abode is about a mile up the road. Growing up in the city I always dreamed of having a small place smack dab in the middle of 20 acres..." As we crested a hill I looked ahead to see what could only be described as a mansion. Still a good half-mile away I could see a large lake to the right and wooded hills for as far as the eye could see. There were a few outbuildings visible; "It appears as if your dream came true."
She laughed; " Actually with the success, I've had it turned into a large place in the middle of 200 acres. It does get a little lonely, but it's home."
She pressed a button on her sun visor and an ominous iron gate groaned to life. As we pulled into her estate I looked in awe at the 10-foot stonewall that surrounded her property.
She pulled to the front of the house as the man approached the car. Marti interjected; "That's Jim. He's the caretaker out here. I told him we were coming."
Jim opened the door and I exited the Land Rover. As I gazed at the façade of Marti's "shack' I was suddenly wracked with pain that caused me to fall to my knees.
Marti ran to me; "I was afraid this was going to happen. Jim, help me get him to the guest suite and call Nancy. Have her bring the crisis team out here immediately." Marti held my head and looked into my eyes; "Bob, can you hear me" Her voice echoed in my mind as she did a very dramatic fade-to-black.
The Awakening,
The world slowly returned to me. There was daylight streaming in through the windows. I tried to move but found that my body was unresponsive. "Hello..." I croaked out a whisper. My voice sounded as if it had not been used for some time. Clearing my throat I tried again "Hello, is anyone here?" I heard a voice break the silence coming from what must have been an intercom. "Mr. Hafler, Ms. Ross will be notified that you are awake. She should be with you in a minute. Are you experiencing any pain?"
I took a quick inventory before whispering a response. "No, there is no pain, but I can't move. I'm numb all over."
The intercom responded. "Mr. Hafler, please relax. Paralysis is drug-induced for your own safety. Ms. Ross will explain everything when she arrives. Let me assure you that everything is alright and normal." There was a click, which told me that the disembodied voice had disconnected.
Marti entered the room and came into my view. "Bob, thank goodness... I was so worried there for a while."
My eyes pleaded to her for some explanation of my situation. "Marti, what happened?"
Marti sat on the side of my bed. "When we got to my house you collapsed. I thought we had lost you there for a minute. It seems those nanobots are "smarter" than we had given them credit for. They actually shut your neural system down, before they started their work."
She moved from my view for a second before returning with a syringe. "Bob this will enable you to move." She rolled me on my side exposing my hip. I thought I heard her say "Nice butt" as she prepped the area. She injected the serum into my muscle. "There, you should regain mobility in a few minutes. I'll stay with you."
A few minutes later, with Marti's help, I was able to wiggle my fingers. Within an hour I was able to move and Marti helped me sit up in the bed. I was weak and my senses were definitely 100% yet, but having Marti there had a real calming effect.
"Bob, Do you know that I would do nothing to intentionally harm you?"
I looked at her and nodded in the affirmative.
"I have fallen in love with you and what I'm about to tell you is not easy."
"Go ahead"
"Bob, the procedure has proceeded beyond my control, and from our tests, far from being over. The nanobots have identified your Genes and are trying to "correct" what they deem as a problem. They have spent much of the time so far replicating themselves to take on the task of "fixing" you."
"What exactly are they trying to fix?"
"They sense your XX genes and will begin to try to eliminate the male portions of you. When I programmed them for your hair growth I coded them to make them youthful. Unfortunately, they took the programming a bit further than intended and are treating your body like that of a girl just entering puberty."
"Why don't you just turn them off?"
"Unfortunately, they are single-minded and we seem to be ignoring our commands until the present task is complete."
I was in shock at what Marti was telling me. She went on to tell me that she wasn't sure when they would stop as they derived their power from the bio-electric currents in my body and that there was nothing that could be done until they finished whatever it was they were doing.
"Here's where we are. I hope you don't mind the decisions I've made." She cleared her throat and pulled out a folder and opened it. "I have authorized the purchase of Hafler Media and you will continue to stand at the helm. No changes will be made, but for now, I didn't want any shareholder questions, so Hafler is now privately held.
I have promoted Dot and brought her here to assist you as usual. She has been brought "up-to-speed" as to what is going on and has signed a severe non-disclosure agreement. I've employed a body double for you whose job will be to make any necessary public appearances. We have already performed a few surgical enhancements to make him look as much like you as possible. A cover story went out in the form of a press release, that you had an accident while skiing in Aspen and that you are expected to fully recover and return to control of Hafler after a short recovery period.
We will take care of you here to keep any chance of discovery to a minimum until we can see what's going to happen."
I nodded that I understood her proposal.
Making the best out of the situation I resolved myself to the reality of it all. I learned early in my career that there is no benefit to spending time and energy on situations that you have absolutely no control over. The one thing that I could not resolve was the fact that I was not comfortable sleeping with Marti. I sat her down and became teary-eyed as I explained that I wished to move back to the guest room until I figured a few things out. We both agreed that it might be the best idea and we both cried as we both blurted out at the same moment; " I love you".
While time had no real meaning in my situation, the weeks marched on, each bringing subtle changes in my physique. Nancy would visit me every other day to perform a physical. It was confirmed each day that the nanites worked 24/7. The changes started out gradually, but seem to accelerate at an exponential rate. Nancy explained that the nanobots performed the most difficult tasks first and then divided themselves into "teams" to take on multiple tasks. Based on her tests it seemed that the Nanites had been successful in containing any production of testosterone, which would allow my body to begin the production of estrogen. In effect, my testicles were being re-engineered into ovaries.
By the end of the first month, while my hair still grew at an accelerated rate, I noticed that my face was almost devoid of any stubble. Upon further examination, I discovered that the texture of all my body hair was changing. No longer thick and bristled, but much finer and lighter, the hair on my arms and legs was more like fuzz.
As I had feared, my chest was changing. My nipples became very sore and swollen and the structure below them was puffy. During one of Nancy's exams, I asked what I might expect. "Well, depending upon your genes you can expect to end up with breasts similar to those of your female siblings or those of your mother."
About three months into the changes I awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. As I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, I collapsed in a heap on the floor. Marti came running in and found me shivering on the floor. She took a syringe from the pocket of her robe and injected me; "Bob, this will relax your muscles while the nanites work out this phase of your alteration. You will begin to feel sleepy..." Darkness
When I awoke Marti was by my side; "well welcome back... again." She leaned over and kissed me. "let me assure you again that you will be fine. You've been out for 10 days and there have been a few new changes. While you were out we took the time to make a few surgical alterations that the Nanites can't pull off." Since your testicles had ceased to function in the old way we moved them to where their new design seemed more appropriate. In addition, because you are physically 99% female, I have tweaked the nanites with some modifications that will make you more comfortable in your new role."
As time slid by, Nancy expanded her role to that of the teacher. She brought a bag to me and I glanced inside. I removed the items one by one and discovered that I was now the proud owner of MAKE-UP.
"Sooner or later you may need these."
I was still running in a constant state of shock "I really don't think..."
Before I knew what was happening she began to apply some of the stuff to my face.
"Relax and trust me."
After sitting with my eyes closed for what seemed like an hour Nancy turned me toward the mirror. What I saw was, a somewhat attractive woman.
I jumped up and ran to the bathroom to wash the war paint off. I was still struggling with myself about who I was and who was returning my gaze in the mirror daily
Six months into my adventure, I found myself alone at home, while Marti was in London seeding the European markets, I was bored to tears. Dot had moved back to the office on a daily basis and had everything under control with the business and my double was doing well in MY public appearances. All I was doing daily was examining the changes as they rewrote my appearance. I sat in the den in my old rugby and Jeans watching yet another round of "Sliders" on the SciFi channel when I had the sudden urge to really look at what I had become.
I sauntered into Marti's room and examined what I had changed into. I was a little disheartened that my physical appearance was that of a young lady in her mid-twenties. I walked across the room to a full-length dressing mirror and began a detailed inventory of my new assets.
Now that I really looked at myself I really looked healthy. From the floor up there was no question about my gender. Small feet moved into sculpted ankles gently tapering into smooth calves, which connected to splendid thighs. A round derriere whittling down to a 26-inch waist flowing up to a full 36-C breast. There was only one thing that seemed very out of place on my new form
I followed the line of my neck up to a soft chin and a face that any man would be captivated by. Full pouty lips, a pert nose, and "doe" eyes on a flawless canvas framed by a cascade of sandy blond tresses stared back at me. In a moment of adjustment, I went to Marti's make-up table and began to dabble. After an hour or so I had a look that would drive the old me crazy. I brushed out my hair. Wow! Any trace of the old Robert Hafler was totally erased. I went to Marti's bureau drawers and looked at her collection of clothes. I'm not sure what drew me to them, but I couldn't stop my hands as they caressed her lingerie. I wondered what they might feel like on my new smooth skin. Knowing that I was alone in the house I pulled the feather-light material from the drawers. I slowly pulled on one stocking and then the next attaching them to a lace garter belt.
I was putting on a sexy little show for myself in the mirror when I heard a voice; "What are you doing? That's my best lingerie... which I must say looks absolutely stunning on YOU."
I blushed a bit and turned my head toward Marti; "I didn't think you'd be back until Friday. I was going stir-crazy and... I don't know... I just ended up here. Taking into account all the changes..."
Marti threw a sly smile my way; "Don't worry Bob. I'm not upset. In fact, seeing you dressed that way I am a bit turned on."
It was that night that I moved back into Marti's room. She insisted that it was "our" room now and I was not about to complain.
"I guess that you are getting a little comfortable in your new package"
"Just trying to make the best of a bad, Yeah, Actually I kinda like it."
"Well then, get dressed, and let's hit the mall."
Another New Year's Eve.
I chose a "barely there" lavender silk gown that would do little to hide my firm breasts. I donned the newly acquired lingerie that really made me feel sexy. As I slid a strappy, sexy 6-inch stiletto heel on my nylon-encased foot I thought about how far I had come in the last year. The people who met me now knew me as Bobbi and I trusted that those who knew the truth would never betray the "secret". I was just finishing my make-up when Marti entered the room and swirled for my inspection.
"You look fantastic. Don't you think that you might need a slip with that dress?"
"Thank you. You're looking rather sexy yourself. No, I'm feeling rather scandalous tonight."
She approached me and held a small box out to me. I opened the box, which revealed a gorgeous diamond ring. Marti held her left hand out for me to peruse.
"I got two matching rings. It's a 3 Karat solitaire and if I'm not being too forward I'd like to think of them as engagement rings."
I felt a tear begin to roll down my cheek; "Yes, I would like that too."
We embraced and I knew that we were meant to be.
She pushed me back for a moment; "Don't cry, you've done your makeup to perfection." I sniffled back my tears of joy when her gaze became more serious.
"There is just one thing I must ask you to do one thing before we settle into our new life,"
Marti and I walked into the club and watched the people arrive. Our plan had been laid and there was no turning back. For a strange reason, I found her request somewhat exciting. As the night progressed Marti and I drifted apart as we were both attracting the attention of the opposite sex, and a bit of the same.
Around 10 o'clock I spotted a most gorgeous apparition. Our eyes had locked for a moment and I seemed to float toward him from across the room.
He was a well-built young man in his mid-thirties, dressed in a fine Italian Tuxedo. With the heels on which I was perched, I was raised skyward to just below his eye level. I extended my hand to him; "Happy New Year, my name is Bobbi, Bobbi Hafler.
