The Many Adventures of Tambert #4 Date: Friday, January 23 @ 15:13:02 Topic Big Closet TG Stories TC is eating his pizza with Grandpa and then all hell breaks loose! Will Tambert survive? Read on, TC's life depends on it! The Many Adventures of Part 4. The Truth Shall Set You Free! or Reality Sure Does Suck! The Many Adventures of Tambert By Angel O’Hare Part Four The Truth Shall Set You Free! Or Reality Sure Does Suck! Grandpa hung up the phone and gave TC a good looking over. He shook his head and concentrated on TC's hair. He though to himself, 'Damn the boy looks even more girlish now! I can't tell him that though, I guess the girls were partly right. He is a very beautiful child.' TC and Grandpa sat at the kitchen table doing their best to eat all they could in one sitting. TC kept fidgeting more and more as they devoured their pizzas. Grandpa, to his credit, noticed and was keeping a close eye on TC. He wasn’t being obvious, like openly concentrating on TC. He would take a bite and look at TC and would always say something before he took another bite. TC was on his third piece when he couldn’t take it anymore and just grabbed himself between his legs as he jumped off of his chair and fell to the floor. The mixture of pain, heat and intense itching were just too much for TC to handle anymore. Too much especially as it grew, spread and intensified by the minute. TC tried rubbing himself to relieve the itch and was shocked to feel it replaced by a wave of heat and pain! He cried out as another wave of intense heat and pain struck him. Grandpa was quick to react as he gently removed TC’s hands and pulled down the pants and underwear. He gasped at what he saw, swelling and redness from TC’s waist all through the groin area and in between TC’s legs! Grandpa could feel the heat radiating from TC’s groin before he even touched him. Grandpa ran to the sink and soaked a dishtowel in cold water. He placed it on TC’s groin hoping it would soothe and cool, TC screamed! Grandpa just picked TC up and ran out of the house and into his car as fast as he could. TC was out cold, either fainting from the pain or maybe even worse. Grandpa was driving like a madman honking his horn and glancing quickly at TC and then the road. This was not like Grandpa at all. Grandpa was always the cool one under stress and was not upset easily. TC when he screamed was in such distress that Grandpa lost it and knew he had to get him to the emergency room as fast as possible. He saw the hospital just down the street as tears of helplessness ran freely down his cheeks. A quick glance at Tambert and he knew the child was in trouble. The swelling, heat and redness had increased in shocking rapidity. TC’s crotch was leaking blood tinged fluid, too thick to be urine between his legs which pooled and ran off of the seat dripping on the floor mat. His skin was stretched very tightly now as the swelling in his groin continued. Grandpa turned into the emergency ‘Ambulance Only’ entrance as the tires squealed loudly as he braked to a stop. He ran around to scoop Tambert up as a really pissed off looking white haired nurse stormed out of the double glass doors. She began by demanding he move his car immediately as Grandpa turned holding TC in his arms. She saw the tears in Grandpa’s eyes and then looked and saw TC’s fully exposed genital area and his unconscious state. She gasped and ran to open the doors as she barked orders to a young male nurse standing close by. The male nurse ran inside hollering “Code White, Trauma Three!” Soon the intercom buzzed repeating this message three times throughout the emergency area. He ran into a large room and began setting up certain supplies as Grandpa laid TC down on the gurney. Soon there were others all beginning to do certain tasks. One nurse began cutting of Tambert’s clothes as another announced ‘RESPIRATORY ARREST!’ Grandpa was led away hastily by the white haired nurse who now was being sweet and gentle towards him, but very firm as well. The last thing Grandpa had seen was a doctor putting a tube down TC’s mouth and throat. He began praying as his tears kept flowing and he found himself seated and questions being fired at him. You know the drill, you have to answer these questions no matter what! The young lady kept repeating the first question until Grandpa smelt a powerful ammonia odor. The overwhelming smell snapped him out of prayer and he could once again hear what was being asked. The white haired nurse smiled at him and said her name was Laura and she was the head nurse in the E.R. Grandpa calmed and introduced himself and began answering their questions. Everything was done quickly until he gave the child’s name and relationship. If they would have glanced just then in trauma room three they would have witnessed some confusion there as well. Child’s name? Tambert Cert. Age? just turned eleven. Relationship? Grandson. The pause was caused by Laura as she asked; What did you say? I said he is my Grandson! +++ In Trauma Room Three, the swelling had completely hidden TC’s penis. The nurse in charge of recording all that transpired during the trauma and all those present in the room paused a second as one of the interns hollered “No, wait, this is a male!” They had assumed TC was a girl based on first observations. It was not until the intern had assisted one of the doctors in separating the swelling folds that they had seen the tiny penis. TC was in big trouble now as his tiny body could not handle the raging ravages of this yet unknown illness. The respiratory tech was squeezing the breathing bag giving him much needed oxygen through the tracheal tube that was inserted. The doctor who was just about to insert a Foley’s catheter into what he originally thought to be a young female’s urethra was now on the phone. He called a “SURGICAL NOW” code over the intercom and dialed the operating rooms head nurse. Grandpa looked on terrified as TC was now being wheeled swiftly by him and into a waiting elevator. The swelling he had seen just could not be believed. The important questions were answered and the child’s mother had been called as well as his doctor. A neighbor friend was driving Grandma and his mommy right this instant to the hospital. Laura told Grandpa they had received permission from Greta; they could now do all that was necessary to help Tambert. +++ Mrs. Ruth Bowden, the neighbor friend who has known all of the Certs for years, was crying as she drove as were her two close friends sitting in the front seat with her. Greta was frantic and near in a panic as her mother just hugged her. They blamed themselves, even though they did not know what the cause of the emergency was. They just knew it was somehow their fault. +++ Margie was driving her Fleetwood like a racing driver, skillful and confident with her special license plates protecting her from being stopped by the police. She was going over Tammy’s examination when she remembered the slight swelling and rash Tammy had after the urine sample bag was removed. Then she remembered to her dismay that she had felt heat and noticed a slight increase in the swelling during the genital examination. She was trying to think of what could have caused such a change and the resultant rapid increase and severity of it. Nothing came to mind. +++ The operating room was ready and staffed as they wheeled TC in. They transferred him to the operating table and immediately swabbed him down from his neck to his toes. He was hooked up to a respirator as the anesthesiologist put TC into a very deep unconscious state. Funny how that is done they use various poisons in very specific doses. You see the patient must not only be asleep, but unable to feel pain as well. In emergencies such as this they only use doctors and not the nurse anesthetists they utilize during routine operations. That practice is all too common and abused these days. The first cut was made as fluid and blood shot out of the wound with such force it struck the wall fifteen feet away. A drainage tube was inserted and then another and another until the swelling began to lesson. The intravenous lines already established were now hooked up to new solutions. Soon one of those lines would be receiving blood under pressure. The added pressure would force the blood into TC at the rate needed. The drip method would not introduce the blood fast enough. Injections were ordered and these were given through the other IV line. Margie was now dressed in her scrubs as she sanitized her hands and arms at the sink made just for this purpose. TC’s medical records were now on the computer screen in the OR. They would need Margie to explain in detail the rare condition TC had. (Not as rare as you would think though.) “Margie, what the hell is this?” “Nice greeting Tom, just stabilize Tammy for now. I have a specialist coming and will be here within twenty.” “Margie, we have taken several specimens and sent them to the lab stat. We should hear back in a moment. The patient came in unconscious and unresponsive. In only seconds the patient went into respiratory arrest and was intubated. The edema (swelling) was severe and continued to increase and that is why we are here. We had to relieve the pressure or your patient would have died in the ER.” “Let’s have a look now that we can actually see the area in question.” “We originally thought the patient was female do to the physical appearance and the swelling we assumed hid female genitalia. What is this condition Margie? I have never seen a patient have so many female physical attributes and yet be a male!” “Tom, Tammy has the medical condition known as androgen insensitivity syndrome with a few variations. That’s as close to a diagnosis as I and many specialists could come up with. That is after ten years of testing and researching. Although AIS is not extremely rare, Tammy’s specific condition is. So rare in fact there is not one recorded case as hers in the world. This child is priceless and was a genetic creation born from Dr. Seanc’s Hospital of Genetic Research. Dr. Seanc himself along with Tammy’s mother and Grandmother were involved in all phases from beginning to birth save one. That one phase we will learn about with the specialist sent from Dr. Seanc’s Hospital. She should be here very soon.” +++ Greta her mother and Ruth were now seated and answering the other questions Grandpa either did not know or lacked the proper paper work to complete. Ruth was comforting and reassuring both as needed. +++ Grandpa was pacing back and forth in a private room provided him on the OR floor. The phone in the room rang making him jump in surprise. He grabbed the phone and learned of his wife’s and daughter’s arrival along with a Ruth Bowden. He also learned that Margie was now assisting and a specialist would soon be arriving. They could not tell him what type of specialists this was to be only that she was a surgeon. +++ You heard the helicopter first and soon it was landing on the roof of the hospital as Dr. Karen Browning disembarked, laden with a satchel stuffed with records, film, computer discs and x-rays. Two of her assistants carried several bags one which carried the special tools of her trade. Her specialty is Sexual Reassignment Surgery. Tops in her field, Karen is well known as a top geneticist researcher as well. She is also the youngest and most skillful surgeon anyone who worked with her will attest to. She knew this case like the back of her hand and now she was to complete the long planned transition of this child. She had witnessed Tammy’s examination thanks to the hidden cameras and the computer link to the center. She was in an agitated state after witnessing and hearing what she felt was Margie’s botched attempt at initializing the first phase of Tammy’s transition. That no longer mattered now as she quickly mastered her feelings and entered the OR suite with a smile. Dressed and scrubbed she entered the OR with one of her assistants. “Hello Margie, what is the present status of our patient?” Quick introductions were made as Karen’s assistant laid out her instruments. Tammy’s present condition was discussed as a beep was heard. Tom picked up the phone and showed surprise as he hung it up. “It appears our patient is suffering from organ rejection. I don’t understand this at all!” “I do, and this is what we need stat!” Karen shot off a list of drugs, how many units of blood she would need and a few pieces of equipment not in this particular operating room. She allowed Tom, Margie and the anesthesiologist to remain as she made all but her assistants leave. Tom and Margie would act as the nurses now. In affect acting as her assistant’s assistants. Margie excused herself and promised to return as soon as she informed the family and reassured them. Karen nodded her approval and added one thing. “Margie, please explain well they have no choice in this course of action if they wish this child to live.” Margie nodded and went to meet with the Certs. +++ Grace, Grandma, Grandpa and Ruth were now together in the private waiting room. Grandpa and Ruth praying as Grandma and Greta stood together looking out the door hoping to see someone appear in the hallway. “Here is Margie! She is coming this way.” Greta and Grandma bolted from the room running to meet Margie. Grandpa and Ruth rose from their knees and waited. Margie pointed to the room as the two ladies met her and started firing questions at her. Margie had them all sit and keep quiet until she said what she had to. “Tammy is stable now, but without intervention she will surely die.” As predicted Greta began begging her to save her child as Grandma grabbed her in a hug and made her sit down again. “Her condition has been diagnosed as organ rejection. The catalyst was the allergic reaction to the adhesive we all witnessed during the urine sample collection. It is no ones fault! This was bound to happen eventually if Tammy retained the few male internal organs she has. Her body is developing one way and at a certain point the body chose to reject certain organs before it would develop further.” Greta jumped up once again asking what they had to do. “Greta, you already gave all the permission the hospital and the doctors here need to help Tammy. I have flown in a specialist and she is now about to operate on Tammy and is only waiting for my return to begin. The operation takes several hours and I promise to come straight here when we are through, ok?” “Margie, please keep us informed as you can. I don’t think I can take sitting here not knowing anything until it is all over with!” “Ok Greta, It is now almost four, I will call you on the half hour, ok?” “Thank You Margie!” With that Margie hurried back to the OR and the operation began. Tambert, TC was soon to exist no more, physically that is! Now if you dear readers wish to know more about the specifics of SRS surgery there are a few websites online that give very detailed explanations along with pictures and videos. Dr. Karen Browning was indeed very skillful. Knowing this particular case as well as she did the operation went smoothly. No further complications arose other than removing fluid and having to irrigate a large area free from the remnants of the rejection leftovers. She located and removed all the organs and tissues involved in the rejection. It was then her skill as a SRS surgeon was witnessed by all present. One particular skill was the introduction of a mixture of chemicals injected just under both nipples. This made them appear as budding breasts of a young pre-teen. The mixture Karen described would be absorbed eventually, but when it did the nipples would appear unchanged. The hormonal influence would have at least caused the breast development to reach this stage by then. She did this so the child would appear as a pre-teen would as soon as she woke up from surgery. Now in contrast the genital region would take much longer to appear the same. As skillful as Karen was she could not prevent the bruising and swelling resulting from the surgery. Where a tiny penis and tiny marble sized testes once were, a complete set of female genitalia now resided. From a complete and highly sensitive clitoris created thanks to microsurgery and Karen’s skill to all the other parts in true proportion. Once the area and its parts were completely healed, the appearance would be genuine and certifiably female. +++ True to Margie’s word she kept the family informed on the half hour. Once the operation was complete, both Karen and Margie went to the family to do the explanations and receive the family’s dearest and heartfelt thanks for saving their son and grandson by turning him into their new daughter and granddaughter. All were very happy save two. Grandpa and Tammy, Grandpa was not happy about the result of the life saving surgery. Oh, he was happy that his grandchild was alive and well. What troubled him was the loss of his grandson’s body. That done without any knowledge given to TC before hand, he felt would surely come to very hard times and feelings soon! He worried and rightly so about how ‘Tammy’ would deal with this realization once ‘she’ awoke. TC would wake up and discover he was indeed now Tammy! His worst fears come to reality with no going back and done without his choice and well before he was mentally ready for it. Margie and Karen led the small parade to the recovery room. There sleeping naked and pale lay Tammy. Such a beautiful girl! Still hooked up to an IV and a catheter now in place in her urethra with bandages covering her new femaleness only the catheter could be seen. Her budding breasts were clearly in view and fit perfectly with the beauty of this small child. A nurse began to wash Tammy’s body and then asked if the child’s mother would like to help. Greta was there in a nana-second. Washing her new daughter, the daughter she always knew she had with tender loving strokes and care. Tammy began to stir, but it would be hours before she would fully awaken. Margie slipped away and called her lover Gail West. She filled her in and Gail was on her way in minutes. Gail had to see the family before Tammy awoke fully! That was a must and she had to prepare them and especially she had to deal with Grandpa as soon as she could! If Tammy through her grandpa could hold onto TC’s identity this would be a much more difficult transition. As a psychologist and a very gifted one at that, Gail was ready for anything Grandpa could and would use to stall the speedy mental transition of his grandson into his granddaughter. Grandson in mind only! For Tambert, TC no longer existed anywhere else save in Grandpa’s and Tammy’s minds. +++ TC was dreaming now, safely out of the anesthetic’s control. His mind was trying to fill the gaps and missing moments with its own creations. TC slipped into a nightmare seeing himself on the floor holding his groin and screaming with pain. It was like he was there in the room as another person looking at himself! Where TC no longer could remember his mind quickly filled the gaps. He witnessed and felt his genitals bursting and female ones growing in to replace them. Each step was filled with pain both physical and mental. As the painful female growth continued after the very painful loss of all male parts was complete, he felt and saw his mother cleaning him. Still suffering painful spasms as more and more of the female invaded his body, his mother eased this pain with her love and care. She only said one word over and over again, ‘Tammy.’ As the pain moved to his chest he looked down and saw that he was now female. No doubt and no way of prevention! Nor was there a chance of a return of his maleness. He was now Tammy in all ways save one. His mind! That one fact was the handhold he needed and he held onto it with all his might and concentration! TC STILL LIVED! The pain now eased and he felt something on his body. Oh, warm water and someone making gentle strokes against his skin. No, not one but two people! He dreamed on as his mommy washed him, repeating Tammy over and over again. The other person now came into his dream site, GRANDPA! Grandpa was repeating the name TC over and over again. Two people he loved both washing him with love and tender care. Then another invasion to his dream and when she came into focus he saw GRANDMA! Grandma was repeating four words; I love “YOU” Tammy. Yes, the emphasis she gave was on one word, that being the word “YOU!” So the battle of identity began way before Tammy opened her eyes to the real world. This all happening as Margie and Gail entered the recovery room. To Be Continued I wish to thank Jerrie526 once again for the wonderful editing. Soon I will be changing the title of this series to “The Many Adventures of Tammy.” I wish to thank all of you who e-mailed me and those who left comments on this series. Pro or Con the comments are always helpful and welcome. Huggles Angel O'Hare TG series surgery rated-M This article comes from BigCloset Classic http://bigcloset.ateros.com/newstuff/ The URL for this story is: http://bigcloset.ateros.com/newstuff/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=807