In the lab, the scientists were all dressed as though about to perform and operation. The naked shemale was strapped down to a surgical table. Monitors beeped as the shemale’s vital signs were recorded.
“Are we ready?” the head surgeon asked.
“Injecting potassium solution now”, a nurse responded and injected a solution into a drip line extending into the shemale’s arm.
“Potassium solution taking effect, heartbeat becoming erratic”, a surgeon observing the monitors said and proceeded to read out the shemale’s failing vital signs. The shemale seemed to simply go to sleep as her heart stopped. “Death occurred at 5:07 PM and 25 seconds”, the surgeon said.
One of the surgical staff read out the time from death as the rest of the team made ready with a heart defibrillator. It was well known that upon death, people who had been transformed into shemales returned to normal. This would be the first time a shemale had died on an operating table, the first time an attempt would be made to revive one.
The shemale’s body seemed to deflate like a balloon as the power that had transformed her abandoned the lifeless body. Hips grew smaller, breasts shrank and the huge shemale penis grew shorter and shorter until it disappeared into the folds of what was now the normal sex of a female.
“It looks like this one was originally a girl”, the head surgeon noted as he prepared to attempt to bring her back from the dead. He placed the defibrillator paddles on her chest. “Clear”, he called out. The team stood back as he tried to jolt her heart into beating again.
The shemale, now a girl in her early twenties shuddered as the electrical current surged through her. All eyes turned to the monitors as her flat heartbeat flickered, and then gained strength as a regular heartbeat appeared.
General Adamson pushed a talk button on the console in front of him, sending his voice into the surgical room. “Heart restarted on the first try, excellent work doctor.”
As well as the surgical team, two armed soldiers were in the operating theatre. One of them stepped forward and looked at the girl on the table. “Subject is alive and remains human. No sign of reversion to shemale form.”
General Adamson spoke into the microphone again. “Place her in secure isolation as planned. Let me know if she reverts to shemale form, or if she regains consciousness. With any luck, this will be a breakthrough we have been hoping for. I want her ready to talk as soon as possible.”
The surgical team wheeled the girl to secure isolation. General Adamson lit a cigarette, in violation of base regulations, in the control room. However, this was a special occasion. The girl might remember nothing of her experience. Then again, she could be a gold mine of info about the shemales. The general wondered how long before she could talk. More importantly, what would she have to say?