The next few days in the hospital were hell for Jeff.
Every day at set intervals he was required to have his new pussy dilated so that it could heal correctly. At first by the nurse, but eventually he was provided with a set of dilators and instructed on how to do it himself. He would never get used to the sensation of the narrow plastic implement pushing its way into his body. The mixed sensations of intense pain with an undercurrent of sexual pleasure. His body gripping and squeezing the dilator.
Eventually the catheter came out and Jeff was able to go to the bathroom on his own. The short trip to the bathroom across the hall felt like a walk of shame. Jeff was all too aware of the absence between his legs and the breezy lack of coverage that the hospital gown granted. It even turned walking into a bizarre and unfamiliar experience.
He cried the first time he sat down to pee, the urine streaming out from a tiny hole within his slit. It was painful both physically and emotionally at first, but since it was an unavoidable biological function he simply had to get used to it.
Around night five or six (Jeff had lost count) Jeff prepared for his evening dilation. Carefully inserting the hard plastic probe into his pussy and shuddering involuntary at the electric sensations, Jeff began to wonder when he would go back to his old life. Hadn't the old man said it would be a week at most?
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he carefully pushed the dilator deeper. His vaginal cavity squeezed it tightly and he felt a burning sensation throughout his new anatomy. Jeff let out a small yelp and opened his eyes.
His new surroundings were much darker and the fluorescent lights and medical equipment were gone. He recognized this room. It was his bedroom!
He looked down and saw that he was dressed in his pajamas, with the pants pulled down and hanging from one of his ankles.
One thing hadn't changed. He was still pushing a plastic dilator into the newly constructed vagina between his legs. He still had a pussy! A reddish, puffy, slightly swollen pussy with a set of freshly healing scars on each of its outer labia. Looking much better than it had immediately after the operation, but still in the process of healing, and still completely alien on his teenage male body.
He noticed something on his nightstand. The magic blue stone. Next to it was a bag containing a set of dilators, a pamphlet of instructions for post-operative care after sexual reassignment surgery, and a pack of painkillers with a prescription for more.
The prescription was made out to Jeff Davies, and signed by a doctor he had never heard of.
Reality had been adjusted.