Alone in the room I felt comfortable enough to strip all the way down. I figured they may have the room monitored by camera, but this fear was not as great as my curiosity. I any case they have figure a man now in a woman's body would be curious. "Holy shit", I muttered as I check out my breasts. They appeared to be at least a C-cup with the hospital bra on, but now free appear even larger. The doctor was right about them being fake, but real nice job. Strange that a woman so young would feel the need to have a boob job. I suddenly feel sad as I wonder what kind of future she had wanted. What lead her to becoming a call girl. She must have had bigger dreams than that. Then again I had dreams to. For a time I thought I had everything. I had a great job, big house, money, and a beautiful wife. One by one my dreams were crushed. The dream I had of having kids vanished when I found out I was shooting blanks. The big one came last year when the wife turned up pregnant and I found out my partner and best friend, Mark was banging my wife. Just like that I lost both. House was sold and so was the business that I started with Mark. Money was divided and we went our separate ways. Just when I was starting to get back on my feet I was struck down with illness. My mind locked inside a failing body. I look back in the mirror. I realize that the man I was is dead and woman whose body now stares at me from the mirror is also dead. Two lives ended. "Well babe, let's make sure we both do better this time around", I say to my reflection.
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