The Switched Charts - Sex Stories

The Switched Charts

... my way to the elevators. That was the longest elevator ride ever in my life. The nurse took the papers and led me to the pre-op room. I didn't have to wait long before another nurse led me to the exam room and performed the general physical. She instructed me to change into a gown and place my personals in the lock box. She explained that the Dr. Simons would meet with me very soon and then shut the door. I felt so vulnerable in the gown as it had no bottom. It was more like a thin bathrobe. A nurse took me to the operating room and we waited together for the surgeon. "Hellow, I am Dr. Simons. I will be your surgeon. Let us see what we have to work with shall we?" he said while the nurse helped me on to the operating table. The nurse wrote down the measurements that the doctor read out loud. I felt my balls ache when he held them back to measure every possible part of my anatomy. My penis shrunk when he stretched it over the cold ruler. Simons drew some lines on my pelvis and under my scrotum. He made some marks near my navel. "It looks like we will be able to work out all the details you requested in your application. We have successfully grown everything we needed to complete the process from the tissue samples we received. We will need to perform two surgeries. The first will be to prepare your body for the extra tissue and organic transplant. The second surgery will to build the medium for the nerves to connect. You will not only look good but fell everything as well. ...

... The medicine you have been taking has prepared your body for a rapid nerve regeneration. Your full recovery should only be about four months," he explained. "That's sounds like a long surgery," I hesitated. "It is necessary to be sure to get every detail correct. We will be doing very delicate connections. The medication you have been taking ensures that the nerve endings will regenerate quite quickly provided the connections are done correctly," he assured me. "You’re the doc so I guess we can get on with it," I said nervously. They started an intravenous anesthetic. I was soon out. I woke up slowly feeling dizzy. At first, I was unsure where I was. There were instruments wired to my left wrist and another intravenous in my right wrist. It slowly came back to me where I was. Was this the first surgery? I thought not sure why I was unable to move or speak. There was a tube down my throat and a machine was breathing for me. My entire body was numb from my neck down. A curtain was drawn across my chest and I could not see anything. What the hell went wrong? I thought in a panic. I heard my heart beating in my ears. I managed to turn my head and gasped in faint cry for help. The room became very busy in just moments. A nurse advised me that I would be put unconscious for a moment so they could take the breathing tube out. I nodded my aching head and was again sedated. I woke up again to a much quieter room this time. I was able to look around the small room. The only lights in the ...