Gemini

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"Let me see if I really have lost my figure," Jenny yelled at me. "It's ridiculous that my husband had a relationship with one of my patients."
"Calm down, Jenny," I tried to reassure her. "You should know that I didn't know he, or she, was your patient before this."
Jenny is my wife; she's a clinical psychiatrist. Her specialty is providing psychological counseling to patients with severe gender dysphoria, and sometimes she also conducts actual therapy.
However, she's always very busy because her scope of work includes all services, from patient analysis and endocrine regulation to surgery and psychological counseling. She always carries her clinical notes with her, and the topics she talks about are always related to her profession.
I, on the other hand, am a businessman, an investor specializing in commodity futures trading. Jenny and I live in two different worlds. I never care about her work, and she never bothers me.
"Oh, really? So if you knew she was my patient, you wouldn't have touched her, but instead went to find a woman you didn't know to have a relationship with. That's a good explanation. Maybe I shouldn't be bothered by this, since you swore to the priest when we got married that you would love me forever." Jenny's words were full of sarcasm. "Then how did you happen to meet my patient, Garney, and have a relationship with her?"
"I met her on Canine Street."
"Canine Street! That place is known for its artificial girls. What were you doing there?" Jenny's eyes widened in surprise.
"Why?" I sneered. "Because I don't want to be alone at home at night. Do you even have time to keep me company? Every day you're either in your office or buried in your lecture notes. All your conversations revolve around those girls, as if they were your children. And you're like a block of wood in front of me. What am I supposed to do? Actually, my request is very simple: I want a living person, a living person who can talk to me, not a block of wood. So, I went there." "
I never touched anything related to you before, those artificial girls of yours. I went there just to find someone to talk to. That's where I met Jia Ni. She's very beautiful, and I was deeply attracted to her. We had some drinks together, and then she made a suggestion to me—you know how hard it is for men to refuse these kinds of requests—so I agreed. At the end, we casually mentioned you and your lecture notes. Haha, you thought I knew she was your patient from the start?"
"She made the offer to you? You mean she was seducing you when you met her, and you even gave her money?"
Jenny closed her eyes, muttering to herself, gently patting her forehead. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with fire.
"Yes, Charlie, you had a busy night yesterday. You not only destroyed the trust I've always placed in you, but you also ruined a mental therapy program I've been meticulously planning for the past few months. My reason tells me it's necessary to tell you more about my girls."
"Gani was the most difficult case I've ever encountered. She was the ideal candidate to become a young woman; she seemed perfectly normal, and everything she did was typical of a woman. The only thing she desperately craved was affection. But after the surgery I performed on her, her parents disowned her. If I had known this beforehand, I would have delayed the procedure and provided her with more extensive treatment.
Garni probably already understood this; she only felt her own existence when she received affection. She was completely different from other girls. Garni didn't do those things for money, and those things weren't her true purpose. It was the money and those false feelings, the self-worth they evoked, that was what Garni was pursuing. Finally..." Her self-destructive desires led her to have relationships with anyone who could make her feel loved. Finally, I understood why she always stayed on that street. "
Okay, Charlie, I think you know what's going on. Garney's mental state is almost like a drug addiction; she can't control her behavior.
Before yesterday, she would tell me where she was. She was supposed to come see me this morning, but she didn't. I tried everything to find her, but nothing worked. I know you're going to say that none of this has anything to do with you, right? Thank you so much for what you've done. You can sleep on the bench tonight."
I walked out of the room silently. I thought, maybe I really did something wrong.
Lying on the bench, at 5'8" and 145" pounds, was torture. I couldn't sleep. In the darkness, I considered how to make amends for the harm I had done to my wife, Jane. After a period of chaotic thoughts, I still couldn't find a clue, and I fell asleep amidst a jumble of confused ideas.
I don't know when I woke up. But I immediately felt several strong hands pressing down on my body, rendering me immobile. Just as I was about to call out for Jenny, a towel was covered my mouth and nose. A bitter almond scent emanated from the towel, and a few seconds later, countless stars flashed before my eyes, and consciousness left me.
Gradually, I regained my senses and began to think about what had happened to me. During my unconsciousness, time had completely stood still. I slowly looked at my surroundings, hoping to unravel the questions in my mind.
I guessed I was in a hospital room. Near my bed was an IV stand with a bottle hanging on it, and an IV tube inserted into my arm, the liquid in the bottle dripping into my body. This environment reminded me of Jenny's workplace. Why was I here?
The door to the room was open, and someone was walking in talking, but I couldn't understand a word they were saying. I only vaguely heard the word "Gemini."
Then two female doctors in white coats entered the room, and white fluorescent lights illuminated it. It was Jenny. I saw Jenny and the other female doctor standing in front of my bed. What was going on? What was happening? I desperately wanted to ask Jenny, but no sound came out.
"Good morning, Charlie! Don't try to move or talk, you can't. You're under anesthesia, and you look much more obedient now. This is Dr. Kirslin, my surgical mentor. I'm really disappointed in you, Charlie. You've broken your oath and betrayed my trust. Do you know how deeply this hurts me? I think it's because you praised Garney in front of me, saying she was attractive to you. And you don't know that she's always been the best I've ever done at work, yet you had a relationship with her. I didn't sleep a wink last night, thinking about what happened between you and her, it was like a knife to my heart, so I made some calls.
As the person in charge here, this..." Everyone here is loyal to me. When I call them, they shut down all the services here and then set up something for me that even I find a little surprising. They did all this just because of you! Ever since you expressed that my teenage girls attract you, and that you like them more than me, I think you might like to be one of them.
Usually, completing that procedure takes one or two years, involving psychological adjustments, step-by-step hormone therapy, breast implants, and several reconstructive surgeries until the final goal is achieved—gender reassignment! But because of you, darling, I will skip all the unnecessary procedures.
We're focusing all our resources to help your body transition as quickly as possible, and I'll be handling her—the new role you're psychologically preparing yourself for—a woman! So all you have to do is relax and let me take care of everything. We'll see each other again soon, darling!"
With that, Jenny added some fluid to the IV drip, and before I could even offer a weak protest, everything went black.
A long time passed. Days? Weeks? I don't know. Time seemed eternal to me; I couldn't feel its passage. Throughout my anesthesia, I felt adrift, as if in a dreamlike state, yet I retained all the images of my memories.
On an operating table, masked medical professionals were constantly manipulating my body with various instruments; pain constantly accompanied me in my face, throat, chest, abdomen, and the crotch of my legs.
And other, more disturbing images: Jenny's office. Jenny's office? Yes, the diploma on the wall, the potted cactus still in the corner. I was walking towards a woman, she was approaching me, then the distance between us widened, and I walked towards her again, repeating this process over and over. Repeating it, I began to increase the time I spent approaching her, the distance growing closer and closer.
I felt myself swaying, swaying back and forth. Was I on a boat? No, I was on land, but I was swaying back and forth. Sit. Table. Sit. Cross my legs, put them down, cross them again, put them down. Bench. I was on the bench. Jenny's face appeared, slowly, clearly, commandingly. It made me feel calm, relaxed, real.
I slowly floated, entering my senses. I felt relaxed, vibrant, as if awakened from a long slumber.
I was in Jenny's office, and my wife was sitting in the chair opposite my desk. She was looking me up and down, but from her expression, I could tell she seemed quite pleased.
"Hey Charlie! I want to give you one last chance to speak to me, since we won't be able to see each other for a while. Oh, I'll take good care of you, but you're no longer 'Charlie,' you'll be 'Amber,' I think that name is so sweet, it suits your beautiful blonde hair perfectly. I must say, you are the best result of my efforts, you look even better than Garney. Why don't you stand up and look at yourself in the mirror?"
I felt completely at Jenny's mercy; her words carried an irresistible magic, and I stood up gracefully. Instantly, I felt an unbelievable lightness in my body—except for the unfamiliar weight on my chest, my breasts seemed full and firm. I turned around, stood there for a moment, and walked to the full-length mirror on the wall.
In the mirror, an unimaginably alluring body appeared. She was so beautiful, yes, she was the woman of my dreams. When I stopped moving, she stopped too. Then she began to move again. When I touched her with trembling hands, her hands also trembled as she reached out to me. What I touched was a cold, mirror-like surface. I immediately realized that the beautiful woman I was seeing was myself.
I couldn't believe it. My breasts were so large and full; it was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples were faintly visible under my semi-transparent silk dress, adding to the alluring sight. My tiny waist was tightly bound by a wide, shiny black leather belt. My buttocks appeared large and pert, yet taut. My legs were so slender and long, clad in black stockings. On my feet were a pair of petite high-heeled shoes with heels at least five inches high—no wonder I felt taller.
I wore large gold earrings and a gold necklace. On both wrists were pairs of bracelets that clinked together with a crisp sound as I moved my hands, but to me, the sound was extremely jarring. And on my left ankle, I also wore a gold anklet.
I subtly moved my toes up slightly, a movement immediately reflected in my hips, making them appear more pert. I looked at myself with admiration, like watching a fashion model pose! My long, golden hair, past my shoulders, cascaded softly down my back, giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling.
I was wearing makeup, though it looked terrible.
My green eyes seemed larger than before, taking up more space on my face. My eyebrows were curved, semi-circular, looking no less striking than those of cover girls. My nose was smaller, appearing delicate and elegant.
Then, I saw the perfect lips of the woman in my dreams, petite and shimmering with the light of rubies. I held my fingertip to my lips, and to my astonishment, a deep red appeared on my fingertip.
"Jeniko! Why… ah…"

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