"Are you all right, Honey?" asked Julie, putting her arm around me.
"I... I..." I turned to her and buried my face in the warm crook of her shoulder, wetting her uniform with my tears. She put her arms around me and held me to her, making reassuring noises in a low voice.
Eventually, my tears slowed, and I pulled away. "Thank you," I said, sniffling.
"Here, Honey," said Linda, handing me a wad of tissues. "What brought that on?"
I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. Weird. Even blowing my nose was only a delicate 'ssshhh, ' rather than the 'BLAT' I was used to. "I don't know," I replied honestly. "I never saw myself quite like that before."
"Well, don't worry about your size, Honey, it's how sensitive they are that counts!" Linda said. I remembered thinking the same thing the first night I woke up in this body.
"I've seen your Mother," said Julie, "and you're only 14, so you'll probably grow some more."
Linda agreed, saying, "Julie's right, they might still grow, but in the meantime," she said with a big smile, "you'll be able to get away without having to wear a bra!"
Julie nodded in agreement so I figured this must be a good thing.
The whirlpool was filling quickly with bubbles, and I prepared to take the plunge, but a restraining hand from Linda introduced me to the one thing I would come to despise most as a female.
"Don't you want to shave first?" she asked.
During the last few days I had been looking at all the pros and cons of being a female, and one thing I had decided I was not going to miss from my former life was having to shave, but here was Linda with a razor in one hand and can of shaving cream in the other.
The girls must have seen the confusion on my face.
"Another sign of your memory loss," said Julie, "Sorry Patti, but we're going to have to make a note of this on your chart."
"That's okay," I said feeling braver because I knew these two would be willing to teach me these things about a woman's body.
Julie told me to do my legs first as I wouldn't want deodorant - when I got to wear some - from my underarms causing a rash on my legs. Putting the shaving cream on my legs was easy enough, but working the razor around my ankles was harder than I had thought, and stiffness from the surgery didn't help. I nicked myself a few times, especially on the backs of my ankles right on the thin skinned region above my heel, and Linda stopped me from shaving higher than my knees. I wiped off the excess cream with a hot cloth and inspected the damage. Julie reassured me that this too would heal, and that in time I would get really good at it. I wasn't sure I wanted to get good at it and wondered in what year waxing became popular.
Doing under my arms was a breeze compared to my legs, and within a few minutes I was ready for the tub. It was the most luxurious bath I had ever had. As a male, I had always despised baths, preferring to take a shower, but the feeling of the jets washing over my body was incredible!
Julie and Linda helped me wash my hair as I was still pretty weak, and the feeling of their fingers running over my scalp was heavenly. All too soon they announced my hair was clean.
Julie checked the time and said I could soak for another ten minutes, and then they had to get me back to my bed because they would have to do rounds.
I washed myself as best as I could, taking extra time soaping my breasts. I loved the feel of them. Linda laughed as she watched me and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her uniform pocket. I seriously considered telling her about the health hazards that face women who smoke, but this information would not come to light until the '90s, and I would sound foolish - especially since in 1974 - it was obvious smoking was still allowed in hospitals.
I raised my leg out of the tub to look at the nicks on my ankle and was caught off guard when one of the whirlpool jet streams hit me right in my pussy - oh, wow - now that felt good! I let my leg rest on the top of the rail and maneuvered myself to where it felt even better. This was a strange feeling but a really good one, and I closed my eyes as my breath started to come in shorter and shorter gulps. Then BANG! - I felt like a bolt of lightning had gone through my body. I squirmed and twisted, and soon I was under water struggling to get up. Julie grabbed my arm and helped me to stabilize myself. She was smiling at me.
"Feels good doesn't it?" she asked.
I flushed with embarrassment realizing I had just had my first orgasm as a female. This was way better than any climax I had ever had as a male. It had reached down, touched my toes, and made my hair stand on end all at the same time!
Linda laughed and said not to be embarrassed. A lot of the nurses used the whirlpool at night specifically for that purpose. Julie nodded. "Better than a man any day. It'll keep going until you can't take it anymore. I've gotten off five times in a row with the jets. It stays on target, doesn't have to stay hard, and doesn't tell all its friends."
I could do this more than once without stopping? Is this what I had heard about all my grown-up life about multiple orgasms? I had always thought they were a myth.
Linda asked Julie if she could do the rounds by herself, as she wanted to fix my hair and put some makeup on me before I had to go back to my bed.
Seeing the look of anticipation on my face, Julie agreed, and after the two of them helped me out of the whirlpool and gave me a quick rinse in the shower, she left, promising to be back shortly to help out.