Published: Dec 18, 2023
My sixty-seventh caption, this time in a more clinical setting.
Dr. Myles Raynor desperately wants to be a good pediatrician, but he just doesn't seem to get along well with children. When one of his friends, the older Dr. Marie Ullom, offers a solution, he jumps at it without hesitation.
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Dr. Myles Raynor was a skilled, smart and capable doctor, specializing in pediatric care. He had graduated at the top of his class from university and quickly secured a prestigious position at Overlake Hospital Medical Center in Bellevue, Washington. It seemed life was set for Myles as he began his long career, but there remained one large issue plaguing him. No matter how friendly, nice, and accommodating he was towards his young patients, they just didn’t like him back. Myles had no idea why, whether it was something to do with his appearance, way of speaking, or something psychological, he just couldn’t figure it out. This problem had persisted no matter how hard he tried to fix it, and it was beginning to affect the number of patients who he was seeing due to the way kids would apparently talk about him.
Myles began seeing one of his old colleagues, a psychologist called Dr. Marie Ullom. She made Myles take numerous tests over the course of a few days, eventually coming to the conclusion that his problems connecting and forming bonds with his patients stemmed from deeper, underlying issues with his subconsious. Though Myles believed he was giving the patients the expressions, body language, and tones they wanted to hear, the exact opposite had actually been occuring. As a result, Myles came off rather creepy and cold to his younger patients when he didn’t mean to, created by a psychological block in his own brain. Though this kind of thing was considered very rare and hard to treat, Marie had some “experimental” treatments she was willing to try, given Myles was willing to go through with them. Having no other choice, he signed her many consent forms, waited a few days, then began the rigorous series of treatments Marie had lined up for him.
First was traditional therapy, which included a special set of headgear that he was to wear the entire time. It was strange, bulky, and a little intimidating to look at, let alone put on his own head. Marie explained that, using an A.I.-driven system that would actively scan his brain during their therapy sessions, it would identify key centers of the brain that were experiencing these blocks, helping with further sessions. The second was a large handful of pills, which she explained would fully relax him and allow the headgear to better track which of his neurons were firing and which weren’t. He put on the headgear and downed the pills, wanting to get this done quickly. As soon as she slipped it on and secured it around his head, he immediately began to notice what felt like a tingling sensation inside his own head, as if someone had poured AlkaSeltzer into his skull. She told him to relax, explaining that the sensations were normal as she sat be down on a long couch.
“Alright Myles, let’s begin.” Marie began, sitting across from me in an armchair with a clipboard and pen. “Let’s start with something simple. What’s you name?” Myles found this first question, odd, but decided to roll with it. “Uh, my name is Dr. Miles Raynor.” Marie shook her head, sticking the pen in her mouth as she looked back to him. “No, I’m sorry. Your name is Dr. Mille Henton. Please try to stay focused.” I was about to object for a moment, opening my mouth before mentally correcting myself. Why had I said Myles? Millie had always been my name. “Alright, what’s your height, age, and gender?” She went on, looking back at me with a cocked eyebrow. “I’m 6’1”, twenty-four years old, and I am a… male?” Marie shook her head again, letting out a small sign as she leaned forward. “I’m sorry, but you are incorrect. You form here clearly says you are 5’10”, twenty-four years old, and female, not male. Again, please stay focused, Ms. Henton.”
Millie mentally chastised herself, unable to figure out why she had said something so silly? Why would she ever claim to have been a man? She’d always been a woman! “Next question, and this is just for the sake of clarification. This says here that your eyes are brown, you have waist-length hair, and your sizes are… 36, 29, and… 44. Very nice, doctor. Can you confirm all of that for me?” As those numbers entered your brain, your body began shifting and changing to match what she had described, your waist caving in dramatically as your hips and chest expanded, giving you a modest pair of breasts and a larger, healthy bottom. As a result, the rest of your body slimmed down and feminized, your Adam’s apple melting away and your old manhood folding back up inside of you, forming your new, virgin womanhood. While this was happening, your clothes had begun to rip apart and split around your new assets, but the buzzing in your brain had drowned all that out. As far as you were concerned, nothing at all had changed, and this was still just a normal therapy session. Marie simply smiled, admiring her handiwork.
“Alright, it looks like we’re just about done here.” She smirked, holding the clipboard against her legs as she leaned forward. “One final question… how long have you been dating my son for now?” The question perplexed Millie, who didn’t know she had been dating anyone at all, let alone Marie’s son. “Um, I… don’t know.” Marie smiled again, leaning back in her chair as she began writing something down. “You haven’t actually met Harrison yet, but you two are going out on a blind dinner date at 8:00pm sharp at The Lakehouse. All I’ve told him is that he’ll be meeting one of my cute doctor friends tonight. You must dress to impress, Millie.”
Marie watched “Millie” as she fell asleep, the headgear moving on to do a deeper scan of her brain to remove any conflicting thoughts or memories. Marie was quite impressed with how well Myles had accepted the changes, far quicker than any of her willing volunteers. Sure, she had lied to him about the nature of what this would entail, but this wasn’t without merit. The truth was Myles had unintentionally been acting in a feminine fashion with the kids, which had put off the chidren due to him being male. Knowing there wasn’t any easy way to explain to the doctor what the proceedure entailed (and knowing her son was still struggling after his latest breakup), she decided to kill two birds with one stone and craft both the perfect pediatrician and, hopefully, a future wife for her son. Sure, it was wildly unethical from a moral standpoint, but he had blindly signed all her paperwork, meaning it was perfectly legal in the eyes of the law and medical system. All that remained was replacing her old birth certificate with the new, corrected version, fixing other various matters, and putting her into her new, proper clothes.
Millie woke up in Marie’s office, unable to remember when she had fallen asleep. She sat up in her puffy turtleneck sweater and long skirt, seeing Marie had left a note next to the couch for her. It explained that she had fallen asleep, saying the therapy session had gone very well and that they were scheduled for their next session next week. It also reminded her that she had a date tonight, jogging Millie’s memory. She had reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date with Marie’s son, Harrison, tonight at 8:00pm sharp at The Lakehouse. She, admittedly, only agreed due to their long friendship, but maybe she’d be surprised by him tonight.
Millie had indeed hit it off quite well with Harrison later that night, the two of them having surprisingly similar interests and hobbies. I didn’t take very long for both of them, having drunk a fair bit, to end up back in his apartment where the two became more intimate, sleeping together not long afterwards. It was a perfect match between them. Millie went to work the next day with quite a bounce in her step, happy to meet with her new patients after such a good night. Even though she was a doctor, she dressed more like a nurse, knowing how well the children reacted to it compared to a stuffy lab coat or a little polo shirt. Her co-workers expressed confusion at another doctor’s absence, musing that he had finally given up, but having never met said doctor, she wasn’t bothered by their comments.
A few months later, she and Harrison had formally announced their engagement, with their wedding coming not long afterwards. While it was a little sad, given her lack of a family, she was happy knowing she could build a new one with Harrison. Still, no one seemed happier than Marie, who teared up as the two kissed.