Slime HRT - Consultation (Part One)
“My name is Elise, and I am a slime girl.”
There were once days where the woman had been neither. The mantra came naturally to her, as it had been repeated for weeks by now, having been slightly changed after the second grand revelation in her life. It was said with conviction, staring deep into her own eyes through the mirror, desperately avoiding looking anywhere else on her face.
“My name is Elise. And I am a slime girl.”
Nearly a month ago she hadn’t engaged in the mantra habit for years. All it took was one too many posts on social media, one final push of pressure through just another dam in her mind.
“My name is Elise… and I am a slime girl.”
The girl sighed, hanging her head low and turning to leave.
It was all fiction, too good to be true.
But so it went, weeks and weeks of embracing this new identity and nothing to show for it. Though it wasn’t very out of the ordinary for Elise, living in an apartment clinging to the shards of a shattered family, the veil lifted so many years prior. She had been medically transitioning for over nine months by now, all in secret.
The conversations surrounding Elise’s gender transition had been hard enough. Even if the possibility arose, it would be entirely too much to hide.
That being said, things weren’t all bad. She had a decent job working as a cashier, and was saving to move out in the next few months to live with her girlfriend, far, far from the city. Once she was free, she could do anything she desired, be anything she wanted to be.
…With limitations, of course.
‘This is really starting to stick, isn’t it?’ the girl thought. ‘It’s just like how the first time felt.’
It was then, in the few hours between waking and working, where Elise would receive a whatsapp message. Moving on instinct to block the sender, the message caught her eye.
“Hey, glad I caught you. My name is Maya, and I represent Something Else Solutions. We work with individuals such as yourself who feel unhappy with their current selves, and offer solutions to those kinds of problems! If you would like to schedule an appointment with our physicians or have any questions, feel free to message this number! p.s. this is actually a real individual and I’d love to hear back :) “
Someone must’ve leaked her number linked to her tumblr. Just her luck.
But as she moved to block it, a small voice, one of curiosity and enthusiasm rang out. ‘What’s the harm in trying?’
Only to be met with the more cynical side Elise was more familiar with these days. ‘I’ve been scammed one too many times, I need to wizen up to shit like this.’
‘This could be our one chance…’ the small voice responded. That wasn’t wrong, though the woman was skeptical at best. And so the probes of messages back and forth began.
Twenty minutes later, she had an appointment.
Three days later, she was on a train to a suburb 20 minutes away. Maya (or whoever that sender was; Elise was still incredibly skeptical) had given incredibly vague directions to the clinic. ‘You’ll wanna leave 20 minutes away from where you live, then take a dirt path that calls to you. As soon as you reach Hyper City most map apps can bring you the rest of the way.’ Sure enough, being as far away as she was, the address wasn’t found by either mapping program.
Hyper City. Elise knew enough about it, but again, it was all fiction, right? A path would just show up out of the blue in a pre-planned suburb of all things.
Though as she was thinking, the woman’s eyes darted to a dirt path between two trees next to the sidewalk. One that would have the HOA up in arms. A path that should not belong.
So, like any desperate fool, she began to walk. A long, long journey that spanned–
A city.
A large, sprawling metropolis that had never been there to begin with had more or less poofed itself into existence before her very eyes. Looking back, Elise was met with a large arch with “Now leaving Hyper City. See you soon!” engraved on the stone above her. And just as Maya had said, the address was now searchable.
The walk to the Something Else building was a blur, as was the wait in the clinic. The receptionist was, as many of the people here, at least a little removed from humanity, what with her long, drooping rabbit ears. Processing, though, was at least somewhat standard, what with the usual forms and signed agreements that came with processes like these.
“For Elise?” a nurse called. Elise had to strain to not run straight to the door, as she imagined most patients here must have.
Again, the check-up part of the visit was mostly standard. Height, weight, medical history. Hell, if the nurse who was recording everything didn’t have a large crocodilian tail, it might has well have been a basic transition check-in.
When a large owl in a lab coat walked in, everything flipped on its head in the best way possible.
“Miss Elise, yes?” The girl nodded. “Good, hello! I’m Dr. Acosta, I’m part of the IART team here, I take it you’ve heard the good news?” Another nod, followed by the bird retrieving a pen and clipboard. “Wonderful! Now, if you’re comfortable, could I have a bit of your story? Just a little bit of background information to better understand your journey up until now.”
The dam broke. Everything that came out was part of a single train of thought. The first signs that she was a girl. The clues that something at home was wrong for a long time. The friends she made along the way. Dropping out of college. Finding love. Finally transitioning. Everything.
And despite it all, the doctor was accepting of it, letting her rant and ramble, sometimes jotting something down to talk about later. When she was finally done, a beat of silence came before the doctor spoke once more. “If I may be so bold, Miss Elise, you may be a perfect fit for a treatment plan we’ve recently been approved for.”
