Waifly Sidestory 1

Johnson couldn't help but find the new hospital creepy, as his short clipped steps echoed down the hospital. His wife, Betty, clung to his arm as they traversed the sterile halls, their smiling nurse leading the way to the hall.

The hospital wasn't all that different from others, he supposed - the walls were clean, the flowers were floral, the nurses wore white. But it was the nurses themselves who were creeping he and his wife out, with their plastered on smiles that never seemed to slip. But he could deal with a thousand of those smiles, as long as they gave him what he wanted.

The nurse led them into the room, before closing the door behind them.

"Dear," whispered his wife, looking nervous. "Are you sure about this?"

"Now, honey," he said, patiently, "we discussed this - it's for the best."

"Yes, but-"

"No buts," he said, firmly. "Don't make me get out the Guidance Rod again."

His wife whimpered - but didn't protest. One had to be firm, where the farer sex were concerned, he thought to himself. She would back out without his firm guidance on the subject.

Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about keeping his wife's "weakness" at bay for long, as the doctor walked in a few minutes later, that same smile plastered to his face. A servile nurse stood beside him, her dress revealingly cut in the stereotypical of old to press against her ample breasts. This was the way nurses should look - the way all women should look, ready and waiting to serve. If only she wasn't wearing that dratted smile.

"And what can we do for you today?" asked the man, his teeth glinting in the light.

Johnson pointed to his wife's bulging stomach, in response - though almost ready to give birth, constant surgery had kept her stomach nice and manageable, so as not to interfere with his own marital duties. Still, it was time for the cesarean, and before that for a bit of alteration. "We would like to have a boy."

The nurse's smile almost seemed to slip, as the doctor blinked, his smile never altering. "But your report says that your wife is nine months pregnant with… well…"

"We would like to have  a boy," said his wife, woodenly, as her husband nodded in approval - it had taken work, but he had trained her well.

"Sir," whispered the nurse, her voice breathy and servile. "you're asking us to alter-"

"I'm asking you to do your job," he said, cutting her off so brusquely, she squeaked. He noted with approval how she skirted behind her doctor, like any proper woman would.

"of course," said the doctor, smoothly stepping in for his woman's mistakes. "We'd be happy to do it for you - we just got the tech in yesterday."

He nodded, as if it was news - as if he would have arrived, if this wasn't the only place in town with that new Waifly Tech in it. "We'll need more than that, of course," he warned. "We want him to be quiet, and polite - to never scrape his knees, and always study…"

"A perfect little doll," the doctor nodded, as the husband smiled.

"Now," said the doctor, taking his arm, and leading him toward the door. "if you'll just follow me, my nurse will see to your wife."

"But-"

"Your wife will feel more comfortable with a woman," the doctor explained, smoothly. "You know how the gentler sex flocks together."

Johnson hesitated, then nodded, letting himself away even as the nurse affixed the nanite tube to the woman's belly button, ignoring the whimper that escaped Betty's lips as her husband left.

Within minutes. Sleep had claimed her.

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Betty blinked, some time later, staring at the bulge in her stomach that had once held a baby. A faint scar was the only mark that it had been removed, as she looked up at the nurse staring at the window, her chestnut brown hair trailing down to the waist.

"Where's my baby," she whispered. The nurse didn't move.

"Where's my baby?" she repeated. The nurse hadn't seemed to even blink.

"Where's my BABY!?" The nurse turned.

Couched in the unfamiliar female face was her husband's hazel eyes, her husband's feminized lips smiled their pasted on smile, a small bundled baby pressed against the breasts that should never have been there, as they strained against the sheer nurse's outfit.

Betty screamed.

Wrapped up in the blue bundle, was a smiling, porcelain, baby boy doll.