Scrubs Off


"I will not be late for this procedure!" Lizzie exclaimed. I'm doing it, and you can't stop me." She pulled off her scrubs in a hurry, not caring that she just exposed her boobs to her male best friend. It was the last time she would have them anyway.

"I'm not trying to stop you," Carl lied. He turned his head, pretending he hadn't just seen her topless, but he burned the image into his memory. "I just... want to know why."

"You know why. I've always known I was meant to be a man. This body feels like a prison. I didn't ask for these massive tits, I hate having periods, and I want to be able to walk on the street at night and not feel unsafe."

Carl had a crush on his friend for some time, and he had been hoping to ask her out. Then she started ranting about this new mind transplant operation, and everything changed. Now he was grasping at straws just to maintain the status quo, hoping to find some semblance of doubt in Lizzie's mind. "What if something goes wrong, and I never see you again? Or what if you end up regretting it? Besides, won't things become... weird between us?"

"Everything will be fine. I've been an attending nurse for hundreds of these procedures now. They're completely safe. And why would things be weird? We'll just become two dudes that are best friends. That's the least weird thing in the world."

He knew he had to come to terms with reality. "Yeah... I know. He ducked his head down, closing his eyes. "Good luck."

"Thanks. And hey, don't worry. My dick won't be that much bigger than yours." They both laughed as she walked out of the room.

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