Skirting Disaster

by Elsa b

  

Eric dragged himself conscious to the cacophonous sound of his alarm. He squinted, through half closed eyes, at the clock.

"Ohh!!!" he groaned, as he saw the time was half past four in the morning, "I really don't need an early shift today."

As he dragged himself to the bathroom, his mind roamed back to his date the previous night. His girlfriend had finally told him it was over. What was she had called him, 'an effeminate little pervert'. Yes that was it, and yet she had no cause. He couldn't help it if he had a more feminine nature than she did. It wasn't as if he did it consciously, but his walk had as big a sway as Marilyn Munroe. God, he had tried everything he could to lose it, but as soon as he stopped trying, back it came.

He showered and put on his uniform, cursing his shirt as he once again struggled to fasten it across the flabby folds of his upper chest. He wasn't overweight, on the contrary he had a slight build, but he had just enough loose flesh that he was sometimes teased about having breasts. His trousers, he still hadn't taken to the dry cleaners to have them altered, were very loose in the waist but, at the same time tight around his hips. The other week he came out of his girlfriends' bathroom, wearing one of her robes. It had fit him perfectly. Hoping it would be an easy morning, he was aware that, being Sunday, with all the track repairs and resulting diversions, it wouldn't be. At five thirty, he left for the station.

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Colin woke up and felt his wife's hand in his crotch. He smiled, but said "Not this morning, Love. I'm running late."

"Surely you have time for a quickie? Please!"

"Oh. All right then." he agreed, rolling onto her luscious body and positioning himself between her slim legs. As he entered her, he thought to himself that life was good.

At five forty five, Colin drove off in his car for his six o-clock start. Damn! He thought, I'm going to be late.

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Eric arrived at the station 10 minutes early and took the night inspectors report before putting the kettle on for a brew. As he sipped his tea, he perused the mornings scheduled arrivals and departures. Not too bad he thought, provided that nothing unusual turns up. Just then Colin walked in.

"What's up, Col?" quipped Eric, "Marion sleeping on your shirt again?"

"Well, would you refuse Marion anything?" replied Colin.

"Not considering she's six foot, and I'm only five foot seven. She could put me on the deck with one blow if she wanted." Eric replied.

BBRRRINNGG!!!!

BRRRRINNGGG!!!

"Get that will you please, Colin?" said Eric as the signal box phone rang.

"Inspectors office, Colin Barratt speaking!"

"Yes! Yes! Okay got that, we'll deal with it. "

"Trouble?" Said Eric.

"As bad as it gets." replied Colin "The up Scot is coming in with a hot box, and we have to knock it out. It'll be here in 5 minutes.

"Any of the shunters in yet?"

"No, the first one isn't rostered till Six thirty."

"Okay!" said Eric as he reached for his gloves, "my turn this time, I think"

I'll get young John to give us a lift; he's doing nowt at the moment.

They got to the platform just as the ' Up Scot' pulled in .The fifth coach back; front wheel looked like a firework display.

"Oh good!" said Colin "we don't need to look for it!"

"Right!" said Eric "Here's the drill! John, when I get between, you hold the red flag where it can be seen clearly. Colin, as I split it you take the front of the train forward and knock it into the bay platform, and I'll come there to split it off. Then bring the rest of the front back while I attach it. Okay!"

"Okay!" Acknowledged the Chargehand and porter respectively.

Eric got between, split the coupling and air pipes quickly and told John to give Colin a wave of the green flag to move the train. As the front of the train pulled away, Eric checked that the rear was secure, and then went to the bay to detach the defective coach .This was quickly done and Eric said to John

"I'm going between to prepare for the rejoin, don't let Colin bring the train back till I'm clear. If he doesn't see your red flag, he will assume it to be clear and come back"

With that John held out the red flag, and Eric got down onto the track to prepare the coupling. As he lifted the Buckeye coupling on the coach, it jammed, so Eric lifted his legs onto the drawbar for leverage, to try and free it. At that precise moment an irate passenger came bustling up the platform and distracted John with a question, so the flag was momentarily obscured as Colin looked back for confirmation to come forward. Seeing no red flag Colin brought the two halves of the train together.

Eric caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye as the two buffers caught him between them and crushed his whole midsection. John screamed! And that was the last thing Eric heard, as blackness engulfed him.

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Colin was uneasy, He was looking back as the front of the train entered the up platform, but he couldn't see Eric anywhere.

'Shit' he thought to himself,' Do I stop the train or not.'

He could see John arguing with an irate passenger, but no red flag anywhere, and NO ERIC.

He was worried, he knew Eric was going between, but if he stopped now it would put five more minutes into the manoeuvre. He didn't think Eric would appreciate that, as he was a perfectionist as far as 'HIS' station was concerned. The 'Cornishman' was due in a few minutes, and the platform had to be clear for that or he'd never hear the end of it.

Still no red flag, 'BUGGER IT' I'm going for it. So he signalled the driver to come on.

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John felt good, as this was the first time he had been trusted to do an important job. He was determined not to screw up this time. So he held out the flag in clear sight, while Eric commenced work in between. After a minute or so, a passenger came running up the stairs. He had a red face, as if he had been rushing and grabbed hold of John's arm, spinning him around.

"Where's this train for "he demanded angrily "I have to be in Birmingham by Ten A.M. BLOODY incompetents."

As he pulled John around he obscured the red flag that John was holding. Thus enabling the horrific events of the next few minutes.

 

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Suddenly Colin saw, for the first time, the red flag in Johns hand and grabbed for the air brake handle. It was way too late. He felt the bump of the two halves of the train joining together, and heard John scream at the same instant.

"SHIT. SHIT. SHIT "He muttered as he jumped from the carriage. He saw that the coupling hadn't attached, and immediately sent the driver forward again.

" Go get the box to ring for an ambulance , you stupid bastard " He shouted at John .He then Radioed the Area Manager's Office for the 'ON CALL' manager to come to station now . As he outlined the situation, John came back and said that the ambulance would be here in five minutes.

"I just hope to god it's in time "Thought Colin.

John jumped down into the 'Fourfoot' to see if he could assess Eric's injuries, as he had had some first aid training. He thought ironically that his first patient happened to be his teacher. He then shut everything else out of his mind and commenced his A.B.C.

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The ambulance arrived before he could get beyond the basics, and the paramedics took over. They complemented John on his appraisal and went to work on stabilising him for transport to the hospital.

The Assistant Area Manager was right behind the paramedics and took charge of the situation .First he talked to Colin, then told him to get rid of the 'Up Scot' as soon as the police gave clearance.

"There'll have to be an investigation of course." He got Johns story, then he turned to the passenger and asked him for his version.

The police gave the O.K. and the station started to function again.

Replacement staff was brought in for Eric, Colin and John and the investigation got under way.

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Colin rang Marion as soon as he could, to tell her what had happened. They had both been friends of Eric for a long time and had an excellent relationship. Marion was horrified and said she would go to the hospital straight away and see what she could find out .She telephoned Pat, Eric's sister, and his only living relative, and told her not to come straight away. She told her that she would find out how he was and ring her. Pat reluctantly agreed, as she lived in London, but said that she would come immediately if needed.

"Okay, Pat, try not to worry, I'll keep you informed."

She put down the phone, grabbed her coat and drove straight to the hospital.

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By this time, all of the initial statements had been taken by the police, and the overall picture was beginning to emerge .The official view, subject to confirmation was 'a tragic accident'. The passenger was, however, advised that he could face charges of causing the accident by assaulting a railway employee in the course of his duty.

Colin took John to one side

"Look, I'm sorry I called you a stupid bastard. You didn't deserve that. You did well and anyone else would have hit that bloody idiot. How you kept your temper was a miracle. And thanks for checking on Eric till the medics got there."

"Well, that's what I trained for." Then John started to lose it " BUT WHY THE F*** DID IT HAVE TO BE HIM.............?"

Colin grabbed him, shook him, and told him to calm it. That wouldn't help anyone.

Slowly John stopped shaking and started to quieten down as Colin held and reassured him.

"It wasn't your fault John; you couldn't have done any more than you did.

"But if I'd only kept that DAMN flag out"

"And if Eric had only not gone between ...and if I'd only followed my instincts and stopped early. You could ride the 'if only' for ever and a day, and it won't change anything .Come on "said Colin "they gave us the rest of the shift off. Let's go see how he is."

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Marion arrived at the hospital and went straight to her office on the first floor of the administration block. After the automatic quick scan of her messages, she lifted her phone and dialled three digits. After a couple of rings, a soft contralto voice answered "A+E admin, how may I help you?"

"May I speak to John Grover please; this is Marion Carter in administration."

"Please hold! Mrs Carter. I'll see if he's free."

Seconds later John came on the line.

"Marion, to what do I owe the honour. Especially on your day off."

Marion proceeded to tell John everything that had transpired that morning, and how Colin and she were involved.

"Look John I know that normally only close family is told of a patient's condition. But all he has is a sister in London. I'll keep her advised if you can let me know."

"I'll see what I can do. Are you in your office?"

"Yes, I'll be here most of the day. If Colin turns up send him up here will you please?"

"Okay. I'll get back to you."

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Colin and John arrived at Marion's office half an hour later, and were shown straight in.

"Any news yet love?" asked Colin

"Nothing!" she replied, "He's still in surgery. He's in a bad way though, it's touch and go whether he will survive. I've rung Pat."

"Damn it all why him?" shouted Colin on the verge of hysteria. Marion came round the desk and comforted him.

RING! RING!

Marion answered the phone...

"Marion? John Grover here, can you get that sister of his up straight away, we need some surgical consent forms signing by eight o-clock tomorrow morning."

"How is he John?"

"Bad, he's been neutralised. His pelvis is crushed and his genitals are beyond saving. The surgeon says he has one chance, and that's reassignment to female."

"I'll ring her immediately. Thanks John."

"You're welcome. Only wish it was better news.

Marion picked up the phone and dialled Pat's number in London; she explained the situation and asked how quickly she could get here. Pat said she would come on the overnight train and would be at the hospital by seven thirty.

"There's nothing more we can do here." said Marion , " Lets all go home and come back fresh in the morning ."

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Pat arrived as promised the next day and signed all of the relevant forms. The arduous task of repairing Eric commenced with eighteen solid hours of surgery. Then the surgeons declared that from that point on it was down to nature to take its course. Eric lay in a coma in intensive care.

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Pat was sat at Eric's bedside, when a middle aged lady in a white coat asked to speak to her. Marion told her to go and she would watch out for him. It had been a week since the surgery, and Eric was still in the coma. The doctors had warned that it may be extended, due to the intense trauma he had suffered. Also that when he did wake finally, he was going to be disorientated.

Pat and the lady, who introduced herself as Carol Collins, consultant psychiatrist, went for a coffee while they talked. Carol asked what Pats plans were when Eric finally started to recover, as he was going to need someone with him for a long, painful period of adjustment. Pat decided then and there to move nearer, so she could be on hand to assist. Initially she would move into Eric's home, to keep it ready for his return.

Meanwhile as Pat and Carol were discussing Eric's needs at the cafeteria, Eric started to moan and thrash about on the bed. Marion rang the emergency button and the nurse came rushing in. She ushered Marion out and then sent for a doctor.

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He felt pain. Deep stabbing pain and fought to escape from it. Light blinded him as his eyes tried to cope with a sudden influx. He heard voices coming from a long way off, but couldn't make out where from. The sensory overload was too much, and he slipped back into the blessed blackness.

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The doctor examined him thoroughly, and gave instructions to the nurse. Then he came out, just as Pat returned to the ward.

"He recovered consciousness momentarily, but the pain and shock was too much for him!" he told the frightened ladies, "I've given him a sedative that should hold him under for a couple of days yet. So I would suggest you ladies go, get some rest and come back the day after tomorrow. By then I might have something to tell you.

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Pat took the opportunity to go home to London and pack some belongings together, she spent the night there and the following day moved into Eric's place. She unpacked and stored her things in the spare bedroom closet and drawers and by the time she had finished it was tea time. She rang Marion and suggested that she, Marion and Colin went out for an evening meal .Marion agreed and said that as Colin was on late shift, it would be just the two girls.

As the shopping centre in town didn't close till 8 pm that night, they decided to do a little shopping first. As the two attractive ladies strolled slowly round the shopping centre, all of the stresses of the last few days gradually ebbed away, leaving an illusion of calm. They went to their favourite stores and looked at all of the sale items, dresses, skirts, tops, underwear and finished up at Marks and Spencer. While they were there, they spotted a gorgeous black lace nightie and negligee set. Trimmed with red ribbon.

"Oh look!" said Pat "Isn't that just beautiful?"

"Someone special in mind to see you in it" Quipped Marion

"Not for me!" answered Pat blushing," for Eric, instead of that horrible hospital gown."

"Don't you think that may be pushing it a bit? I mean he doesn't even know what's happened yet, and if he wakes up in a nightdress instead of Pyjamas. Well you get the picture."

Pats face started to contort as she struggled to hold back the tears she had been afraid to let go. But it was too late. First with gentle tears, moving swiftly into great, big, shuddering sobs that wracked her whole body she finally broke down and let all of her pain and frustration come to the surface. Marion took her into her arms and comforted her, telling her to let it all go.

One of the sales ladies came to ask what the matter was, and when she heard the basics, she took the two ladies into a private office, so they wouldn't be disturbed.

Fifteen minutes, and a lifetime later, Pat slowly calmed down again. Although all washed out, she felt much better and much calmer.

"Oh! I am so sorry about that." she sobbed through her lessening tears "I thought I had myself under better control than that."

"Don't be sorry. I feel better now that it's out in the open, and I know Carol was worried about your lack of emotional response. Don't you see, you were in shock as well, and unlike me, you hadn't got anyone to share with in private? Now let's find a Ladies to repair our makeup.

On the way out they bought the lingerie set for Eric, on the grounds that he would need it eventually anyway, then went for dinner.

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At the nurses station an alarm sounded with a muted buzz. After glancing at the board the nurse noted it was 2 A.M. and went to check. This was the coma patient, and she was under the impression that he was sedated heavily. Oh well, she would have to check it out.

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He felt like he was struggling through waist high, swampy water. His head and body hurt, but not as bad as he seemed to remember it. He couldn't see and it felt like something was covering his eyes. He reached to remove it, and was surprised at how weak he felt .Then he felt a hand on his arm and a pleasant feminine voice said,

"Oh! No you don't, you've got all sorts of wires and drips everywhere. Don't try to move or to talk and I'll get the doctor?"

He relaxed back onto the bed and tried to analyse the situation calmly. Where was he? Wires and drips sounded like a hospital, but why? Try as he might he couldn't remember anything.

It was at this time that the doctor arrived, and told him to just relax as he was examined and not to try to speak just yet. He felt something wet and cold on his lips and tried to swallow it to cool his parched throat.

"Oh! No this is just for your lips sweetheart "said the nurse as she continued to apply the ice cube she had in her hand." If you're good, when the doctors finished, we'll get you something to drink .Okay."

It was at this point that Dr Collins arrived.

"Ah! Eric! You're awake at last are you? Sleepyhead. Don't try to talk, listen, and just nod or shake your head. Okay. "Eric nodded his head carefully, and Carol continued.

"Do you know where you are?" Eric nodded.

"Good do you remember what happened before you passed out?" He shook his head.

"Well don't worry, that's to be expected. You had a very serious accident at work and we almost lost you completely. You have been in a coma for eight days now, and have sustained some very severe injuries. You will find that the whole of your pelvic area has been strapped, that's because you were badly crushed. You have a light bandage over your eyes , but that's only so that you can get used to the light .Don't worry about your memory , that is normal and may come back or may not depending on your system . We will talk about that again. There is one more thing you have to know, then I will give you a sedative to help you rest. You're injuries were such that the only way to save you was to perform Sex reassignment surgery, I'm sorry we have had to make you a woman."

The doctors' words didn't sink in at first, but as he slowly comprehended what she had said, he felt a sharp jab in his arm, and blackness once again descended.

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As he slowly drifted back to the conscious state, he heard a voice he recognised. As he tried to say her name 'Pat', all that came out was a groan.

"Don't try to talk!" she told him "The doctor will be here in a minute." At that moment Carol, who had been at the nurses' station, came bustling in.

"Same as last time Eric, just nod or shake your head Okay." Eric nodded.

"Now!" she said "Do you remember what I told you just before the injection?" Eric nodded again.

"Okay. I am going to take off the bandage from your eyes, and then we can sit you up a little. You will find a number of changes in your body, and your emotions are going to be quite volatile for a while. Don't be afraid to shout or cry if you need to."

He felt the bandages round his eyes loosen, and the light intensified, causing him to blink rapidly. Then his eyes started to focus, and he could make out the people with him. A middle aged lady in a white coat, who he assumed was the doctor, a nurse and his sister Pat. Dear Pat, always there for him. The doctor and nurse helped to lift his torso as they adjusted the bed under him. When they were finished, he was propped up on the pillows and feeling exhausted. The nurse gave him sips of cold juice to ease his parched throat, and then the doctor said.

"See if you can talk now, how do you feel?"

"Sore!" Replied Eric hoarsely

"Any severe pain anywhere or any sickness"?

"No, just sore and tired. Doctor did I dream it or did you tell me I was a woman now?"

"Well!" said Carol, " You have the body of a woman now, but you are going to have to make a difficult adjustment because your mind is the same as it's always been."

"Could you not have rebuilt me? I don't know the first thing about being a woman >" At that point Eric broke into tears crying "I DON'T WANT TO BE A WOMAN!!!"

Carol advised everyone to leave Eric for a few minutes to recover himself, and get used to the idea.

"I think that, from now, everyone should start to refer to Eric in the feminine, and if we can get her to accept a female name, it will help her in the long term."

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"What am I going to do, Pat?" Eric asked feeling somewhat sorry for herself, "I haven't got the faintest idea of how to be a woman. But Doctor Collins says that there is no way I can go back!"

"Don't fret so, honey. I'll be here to help and Marion has said that she and Colin will do all they can. It will take time but you'll make it. Just be strong."

"Easy to say she sniffed, but I don't even feel strong. I feel like every thing has been turned upside down. When was the last time I cried like this? I can't even control my own emotions anymore."

"Well," said Pat thoughtfully," that could be more your hormones than anything else. Carol did say that your moods would be unpredictable for a while. Just try to act like you. Be normal, for you. Dress like a girl, cos' that's what you are now, but go with your feelings. Speaking of girls, we can't really keep calling you Eric, have you thought about a girls name for yourself."

"Remember when we used to play 'What if' with mum. One time I asked what if I was a girl, what would I be called? She looked at me softly and said I would have been named Elsa. So I guess Elsa it is." Pat sat quietly for a moment, and then took a package out of her bag.

"Elsa, that's a lovely name. I bought this a few days ago; I think the time has come for you to have it. She said giving Elsa the lingerie set she had obtained.

"Oh! It's lovely, thank you. Can you help me put it on?"

Pat helped Elsa take off the hospital gown and replace it with the new set.

"It feels so soft "Gasped Elsa enthralled by the feel of the material," Much better than the hospital one .Thank you so much."

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Colin shifted nervously, in his seat, at the side of Eric...NO Elsa's bed. Although this was still the friend he had known, and respected, for years, he still felt awkward and ill at ease with her.

"For heavens sake, Colin, settle down." Said Elsa exasperatedly "I'm still the same person, just packaged a little differently."

"I know!" replied Colin," tell me about it. I don't know whether to shake your hand, or make a pass at you. You look stunning!"

"Well thank you, kind sir!" responded Elsa laughing, "but if you think I'm going to antagonize Marion, at six foot, you can keep your trousers closed." With that Colin laughed and settled, bringing Elsa up to date with all of the latest news from the station. The Area Manager tells us that the passenger will be prosecuted for assault causing major injury. Everyone wanted to come and see her, but it had been decided to restrict it to Colin till she was improved.

They were both laughing at the antics of some of the station staff when Marion returned, accompanied by Carol Collins and Ginny his personal nurse. It was a standing joke between Elsa and Ginny, that Ginny had drawn the short straw in the ward lottery, and Elsa was the booby prize.

"Right Elsa!" Ordered Carol, "Time to get out of that bed for a change. All we are going to do is help you into your bedside chair. We need to start getting your muscles moving again, now that you are starting to heal. Then we can see about physiotherapy to get you up and about."

Marion and Colin were asked to wait outside, while Carol and Ginny attempted to get Elsa out of bed for the first time since the accident. As Elsa started to move her legs, she felt a searing pain right through her groin area and screamed. Carol quickly checked Elsa's groin, to discover heavy bleeding.

"Get the anaesthetist" she yelled at Ginny "we'll have to get her back into theatre at once. Some of the tissue has ripped apart again." As Ginny hurried to make arrangements, Carol gave Elsa a shot to put her out again and prepared a report for the surgeon. There would be hell to pay for this, the surgical registrar was supposed to have checked this today. He obviously hadn't.

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While Elsa was being prepared for emergency surgery, Carol, quickly, explained to Marion and Colin what was happening.

"When the surgeon was repairing the damage to Elsa's hips and groin, he had to take tissue from other places to replace what was crushed. Because of the extent of the damage, he was limited to what he could use. As a result some of the new tissue has been overstretched. Although it looks bad, it is not life threatening, although Elsa will be back at square one again." At this point, Elsa was wheeled past on a trolley on her way to theatre. She looked as white as a sheet, and Colin murmured a silent prayer for his friend. Colin was in no way a religious person, as far as church went, but he did believe in God and felt that if any one needed God, Elsa did now. Just as Carol was about to continue, Pat arrived to visit. They recapped what had happened, and Carol continued.

"The main problem I foresee is that Elsa will probably get very depressed, she may even get suicidal, if we are not careful. The main goal at this stage is to get Elsa to accept that she is now a female, the physical healing is secondary, that will happen anyway, what we have to concentrate on is the mental healing. I'm expecting when Elsa recovers again, that she will reject the female and cling to her old identity. This is normal and all we can do is reassure her, and try to bolster her female feelings. The hormones that she is on will help and I have high hopes of a full recovery, if we can get her through the depression stage."

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Marion, Pat and Colin went to the cafeteria for a drink, and to discuss what to do next. If, as Carol says, Elsa rejects her new identity what can we do, was the burning question.

"We can ensure that all of her clothes are not only female, but as feminine as possible." said Pat, "All lacy frills and silk and satin underwear. Goodness knows, there will be time enough for cotton later."

"Good idea." replied Marion," and I think little shortie nighties and one inch heeled bedroom slippers."

"How about scent?" Asked Colin timidly, feeling a bit left out of this conversation, but determined to do his best.

"Good idea, Colin. Especially a floral fragranced room freshener." Enthused Pat.

"Okay. This is what we do now! Colin, you stay close to the hospital so that we can keep in touch .Pat and I will go shopping for Elsa's ultra feminine Nightwear."

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Assured by the nursing staff that it would be hours before Elsa was finished in surgery, Colin went to inform his colleagues at the station of Elsa's progress. En route, he called for a pint at the local pub. This was the place that most of the railwaymen used, and the landlord himself was an ex driver.

"Hey Col!" He hailed when Colin walked in the door." Haven't seen you since that tragic accident. How is Eric? Is he recovering?"

"Of course." Colin replied hesitantly, not knowing how mine host would react to the news." You won't have heard about the consequences of the accident. Because of the severity of his crush injuries Eric had to have reconstructive surgery. Well to put it bluntly, there wasn't enough left to save, so they made him a woman." Colin then went on to describe all the details, finishing with the news that Elsa was in surgery again.

"Oh Shit!" cursed the landlord. "I addressed the get well card to Eric! Not Elsa."

"I think that will be the least of her worries at the moment, but if you can spread the word. When she can have visitors, everyone is to treat her as a woman. That will help her accept it easier. "

"Okay. Colin that's not a problem. I'll spread the word." Colin finished his pint, and saying goodbye to the landlord, he continued on to the station and his mates.

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Marion and Pat had a ball shopping for Elsa and were having a well earned break in the Coffee shop, when a familiar voice hailed them. It was Ginny, Elsa's duty nurse,

"I was hoping I'd find you here, Elsa was still in surgery when I finished my shift. " she told them , " But my friend , in surgical , told me that things were going better than expected . She said that the operation should be complete in about 2 hours. That would be HMMM awake in about 5 hours at the earliest. I would recommend that you leave it for tonight and come back in the morning. "

"Thanks Ginny " Pat replied , " We will probably call , or ring in , later , just to make sure she is Okay. then we'll go home and rest ." With that Ginny left them to themselves and went off to her own family.

"Pat " said Marion speculatively , " Instead of going back to that cold flat why don't you come back to our place , and spend the night with Colin and me ."

"I couldn't do that "said Pat with just a trace of regret in her voice, I'd be intruding on your privacy."

"Nonsense Pat! Look I'm going to take a risk here." Marion lowered her voice as she spoke. "If I'm wrong I'll apologise. I have noticed, on occasions when you have thought I couldn't see you, that you have looked at me longingly, even sexily I would say. Are you a lesbian? And do you fancy me? "

Pat burst into tears, and Marion immediately moved round the table to comfort her. She put her arms round her and told that it was Okay. She didn't mind and if she would come to their house they could talk about it all together.

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Back at Marion's house she made Pat a stiff drink and told her to relax. Pat was still sniffling and moaning that Marion wouldn't want to have anything to do with her again.

"There! There! Dear" said Marion, putting her arm round her friends shoulder and holding her close

"Everything will be fine, we can work everything out. Don't you worry about a thing?" As she spoke, Marion's arm slid lower down Pats shoulder until it started to brush the top of her breast. Pat turned to say something to Marion, but felt her lips being sweetly kissed instead. Pat tried to pull away, but Marion kept up the pressure until Pat finally surrendered to the embrace, opening her lips to receive Marion's tongue .Marion pressed harder into Pats body, pushing her down onto the settee until her whole weight rested on top of Pat. The kiss, soft and gentle as it was, was also highly erotic, causing both girls nipples to rise and their crotches to flow with juices. Marion started to undo Pats blouse, releasing her mouth to start kissing all of the flesh she was exposing. Her mouth flowed down Pats neck and onto the top of her breasts. Skirting past these delectable orbs, she continued her kisses down to Pats belly where she commenced to lick her belly button .Pat started to moan softly, as the lust started to take hold. Marion then released Pats skirt at the waist and gently removed it from her friend, along with her wet tights. She then carried on kissing down her left thigh, and down the rest of her leg till she reached her feet. Marion started to suck on Pats toes, first the left foot, then the right and back up the other leg. Marion then took Pats hand in her own and pulled her up the stairs till they came to the master bedroom. Marion pulled Pat into a close embrace, deeply kissing her mouth, her tongue delving deep into Pats throat. At the same time she loosened and took off Pats brassiere, leaving her breasts free for one of Marion's hands to start to explore. Her mouth once more came away from Pats mouth and worked its way down to Pats breast, this time taking Pats erect nipple into her mouth and sucking gently on it. As she was feasting on Pats nipples, Marion's hands were being put to good use, removing Pats knickers from her delectable honey pot. Marion kissed lower and lower until her mouth found Pats slit, all hot and moist, pulled her clit into her mouth and sucked hard. By this time Pat, was so worked up that her orgasm came hard and fast. Her whole body shook, like she had a fever, and Marion had to hold on for dear life to maintain contact.

While Pat recovered from her first orgasm, Marion got up and stripped off her own clothes before rejoining Pat on the bed. As she regained her strength , Pat started to caress Marion's body from her 'D' cup breasts down over her trim waist to the magnet of her groin , where she commenced to return the favours that her lover had just shown her .

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