Sara's Journey Ch. 01

It felt as if I were clawing my way up through a long, dark tunnel as I fought my way back to consciousness. I hurt all over. There were needles in my arms and tubes jammed down my throat. At least I was still alive but in a panic I tried to pull the tubes out of my face. I felt two strong but gentle hands push me back into the pillow. "It's alright," a feminine voice said. "Looks like you're going to be just fine." Then she said to someone else, "Tell the doctor she's come around."

"How are we doing this morning?" a male voice said, bringing me back to consciousness. This time the tube was out of my mouth and I felt a little better. I tried to say something but all I could manage was a croak. "That's alright, Sara," the voice continued as the man it was coming from checked my pulse and shined a light into my eyes, "It might take a while for your voice to come back because of the feeding tube. You were comatose for almost two weeks. We thought we were going to lose you."

I looked around the hospital room as the doctor cranked my bed up into a semi-sitting position. There were several vases filled with flowers and a couple of tinfoil helium balloons with "Get Well" on them. "We're going to start you on solid food today and intensify your physical therapy sessions," the doctor went on. "It'll still take a while before you're back to your old self."

I didn't have a clue what my old self was. I didn't even know if I was a boy or a girl. I tentatively reached down to find out and ran my fingers through the soft curly hairs and found the crease. I knew exactly what I was feeling. It was a pussy! I pressed into the cleft and found the silky smoothness of the moist labia, the little clit hidden where the labia came together and the tight entrance to a tunnel of pleasure. All the parts were there and I started to realize why women liked to be touched there.

It took two or three days to get my bearings. I slept a lot, only waking to eat and have my therapy sessions. I was groggy and completely disoriented. When I was finally able to talk, it would only come out as a hoarse whisper and when I tried to say or do something it was like my brain was partially disconnected. It seemed like every time I tried to express myself in some way it would come out sounding real stupid. I noticed too, that my short-term memory was malfunctioning. Everything that I experienced for those first days in the hospital was kind of hazy and dream like.

The days seemed to all run together. I felt like a rag doll that the hospital staff constantly dressed, undressed, washed, twisted, bent, stretched and pleasured themselves by having me do painful and nearly impossible exercises. They would put tight support stockings on my legs and have me do pull ups on a trapeze hanging over my bed or work on a little bicycle pedal gizmo while laying down. It seemed like everyday I would be strapped onto a tilt table and tipped upright until my head started to swim. Finally, I got to the point where I could sit on the edge of my bed and hang my feet over the side. When I got pretty good at doing my exercises in bed, they started carting me off to the therapy room for some real torture. There I worked on learning to walk again along with doing eye to hand exercises and some resistance training.

The first morning that I felt I was finally getting my shit together, a cute little nurse's aid named Jenifer came in with my breakfast after the doctor had made his rounds. She cranked my bed up and put the tray on the little table. I touched her arm and croaked, "Gotta pee," and pointed towards the bathroom.

"Oh no," she said. "I'll get your bedpan."

"Not today," I managed to say in my raspy voice and started to push myself upright and out of bed.

"Ok, ok, let me help you then." She wrapped her arm around my waist and helped me to my feet. I was still weak as a kitten and it was a major effort to cross the room. Jenifer looked a little hefty when I first saw her, but as I clung to her I found that her loose fitting white smock and pants hid a pretty well rounded figure. She had a narrow waist and huge, firm tits. She was a really cute lightly freckled strawberry blond who looked to be in her early twenties. I guess I liked girls.

When we made it to the can I turned around and eased my butt down to the cold toilet seat with my hospital gown bunched up around my waist. The relief felt wonderful and when I was done I pulled myself to a standing position using the handrails on the wall next to the toilet and shakily moved over to lean on the sink. It was a real shock looking at the face in the mirror. Looking back at me was a young girl about nineteen or twenty with shoulder length dark hair and neon blue eyes. The face was vaguely familiar. She was a little haggard and tired looking but with some rest and a little make up she'd be a real beauty.

She? I thought to myself. That was me. "Whoa! Shit!" I moaned to myself as the thought sunk in.

"Are you all right in there?" Jenifer called through the door.

"Fine, I guess," I rasped. "I just don't know who the hell I am."

"I'm sure it will all come back to you in time. Just take it easy. You really shouldn't be over doing it your first day up." She put her arm back around my waist and helped me back to bed.

After I had finished my breakfast and was alone again, I found a little round make up mirror in the nightstand drawer. I raised the blankets on the bed, brought my knees up and positioned the mirror so that I could look at my crotch. The soft rounded vulva was covered in a thatch of dark curls. The crease was barely visible through the thick hair but a little dimple at the top was noticeable. I separated the puffy outer labia to expose the silky folds hidden inside. The wrinkled petals of the inner lips, which could have been an empty scrotum, came together at the top, forming a hood to cover the sensitive knot of the clitoris. As I probed with my fingers, the touch caused the tissues in that area to begin to swell and a glistening drop of thick, slippery fluid formed outside the entrance of the vaginal sheath. I always thought that the female pudendum, in its similarity to an orchid, was one of the most beautiful things in creation, and here I was exploring one of my own.

I was just getting into the sensuality of my pussy when the doctor came back in. "I hear that you have a mild case of amnesia," he said. "I just wanted to reassure you that it's normal in a case like yours."

"Well for beginners, you can introduce yourself," I said in my raspy whisper. "And then you can tell me all you know about me."

"I'm Dr. Richards and I've been your family physician since you were six years old. Does the name `Sara McFarland' ring a bell?"

"Only that I've been called Sara since I woke up here."

"What can you remember?"

"I still know how to wipe my ass, read, write and drive a car, you know, shit like that. I just don't know anything about my life, where I've lived or where we are now. I didn't even know that I was a girl."

"Well, you suffered quite a trauma. You were in a pretty nasty accident and sustained a concussion from a blow to the head. Your injury was healed in about a week and we didn't have a clue why you were in a comatose condition. You were run through the entire battery of tests and we could find nothing wrong with you physically except that your brain activity was extremely low. Everything is back to normal now. If you don't get your memories back in a few days, we'll run some psychological tests to see where we can help you."

"I kind of have the feeling that Sara doesn't live here anymore."

"Don't you worry. When your family and friends come to visit you'll start to recognize them and things will start to come back to you."

"What ever you say, Doc," I said as he turned to leave. "Oh, by the way, you never did tell me where we are."

"This is the San Diego Memorial Hospital."

"You mean in San Diego?"

"Yes, you've lived here all of your life."

"And how long has that been?"

"Let's see, you were born in 1972 and you'll be twenty this October. You have a long life ahead of you and I'm sure you'll make the best of it."

"After coming back from where I was, you can bet on it."

After my afternoon therapy session, Jenifer, the cute little nurse's aid, came back in with a big stainless bowl of hot water and a stack of towels. "How about a nice sponge bath to freshen up a bit before visitor's hours?" she said. "You're still a little too weak for a sit down bath or a shower."

"The therapist said that I should move around as much as I could," I said. "I've been making it to the bathroom ok. I think I can handle a shower with a little help."

"You're making real good progress. You'll be back in shape in no time."

"I hope so. I've got to start finding out who I am."

"Yeah, that's right. You have amnesia."

"It's worse than that, I can't even remember being female." Which was true. I didn't mention that I felt like a dirty old man who would like to have his way with her voluptuous body.

Jenifer helped me out of my funky hospital gown, and then as I sat on the seat in the shower she adjusted the water temperature on the hand held nozzle. "This'll be a lot easier than a sponge bath," she said. "We could shampoo your hair while we're at it."

"You'll have to take your uniform off and get in here with me to do it right and not get all wet."

"If you'd be comfortable with that..."

"Actually, I'd love it. It'd be fun."

When Jenifer had stripped out of her uniform, bra and panties, the only thing I could think was: "Eeyow! What a babe!" She wasn't at all chubby, just well proportioned. Her magnificent tits were perfectly full and round and defied the laws of gravity. Her narrow waist flared out into a beautiful pear shaped ass that barely jiggled when she moved around.

Jenifer closed the shower door behind her then wet my hair down with the hand held shower nozzle. I held the nozzle as she straddled my legs to work the shampoo into my scalp. I couldn't help but notice how her tits bobbled around in front of my face as she did it. Her reddish straw colored muff had droplets of water on it from the over spray and I could see the hint of her feminine cleft through it. I was real tempted to kiss her soft round tummy and run a finger into the enticing slit.

Once my hair was washed and conditioned, Jenifer soaped up a wash cloth and started scrubbing down my body. She worked the lather over my arms, back, then down my front. "That feels wonderful," I said. It still felt strange having boobs hanging on my chest but when Jenifer ran the wash cloth over them, my nipples hardened along with a wash of pleasure that sent a tingle to straight to my crotch. "I think I'm going to like being a girl," I said.

"That's silly," Jenifer said as she lifted one of my legs and started washing it. "You've always been one."

"I don't know. Even though I can still remember all of my basic skills and stuff, sensual experiences seem different somehow."

"That's weird. And you don't remember who you are?"

"I've been told that my name is Sara McFarland but I remember nothing about my personal life." Jenifer was working her way up my inner thighs with the wash cloth and the heat that had started building when she washed my tits went up a few degrees more. She worked some of the lather into my muff and her finger surreptitiously slipped into the crease of my pussy. I was really enjoying the sensations of being bathed and was not paying much attention to what exactly Jenifer was doing. When her finger touched the tender flesh between my pussy lips I must have let out a low moan.

"Are you tender there? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she said.

"Oh, no," I said, my already raspy voice sounding an octave lower. "That actually feels quite good. Makes me want to kiss you."

Jenifer blushed clear down to her knees but I could see a spark of interest her eyes. "I, uh...well we better rinse off and get out now," she stammered.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said as she worked the needle sprays over my body. "It's just that everything feels so good now. And you are quite attractive."

"I've never thought...well, you know, with another girl and..." She shut the water off, slid open the shower door and retrieved a handful of towels. "I didn't think you were that way," she continued. "You did have a boyfriend and all."

"The way I am right now, I don't have a clue what it's like to be a female. I feel like a dirty old man in a girl's body. I'm sure that as time goes on my female parts will cause me to function normally."

"It'll be just like being a virgin again." Jenifer looked off into nowhere as she dried me off. "That would be wonderful," she said quietly to herself.

Jenifer showed me how to wrap a towel around my wet hair and found a cotton nightie in Sara's personal stuff then dried herself off and got dressed. Before I slipped into the nightie, I walked naked out into my room and checked myself out in the reflection of my room window. I thought Jenifer had a cute figure but this body of mine was a real stunner. I looked a little thin, which was to be expected for lying inert for nearly a month but all of the parts were there in spades! As I turned to see the reflection in all directions, my eyes traveled over my full, half cantaloupe tits with their small brown nipples that were distending as I watched, down over to my narrow waist and the sensual flair of my hips. Just beneath a slightly rounded tummy was a perfectly triangular thatch of dark hair covering my pussy. I turned further and looked over my shoulder at a high, tight, pear shaped ass with two little dimples just above it. What I could see of my legs I could tell that they were long and shapely. The first thought that went through my mind was that this body was going to get me into more trouble than I could imagine.

When Jenifer came out of the bathroom after straightening it up she said, "Sara! The people in the rooms across the way can see you." She immediately closed the blinds. "Let me help you into your nightie."

"I was just checking myself out in the reflection. I wanted to know what I looked like."

"Let me tell you, you're absolutely gorgeous. You're the kind of woman who makes men fall all over themselves and make the rest of us women jealous."

"I'm really too skinny," I said as I smoothed the nightie over me.

"I'd die to be skinny like you."

"No, you are totally voluptuous, and shouldn't change a bit."

"That's sweet of you to say," Jenifer said as she tucked me back into bed. "Would you like to daub on a bit of makeup for visitor's hours?"

"I suppose I'll have to learn someday."

Jenifer pulled a little makeup kit out of the bedside cabinet and rolled the bed tray over in front of me. She opened the kit and picked out some pencils, a lipstick and a couple of small cases of color pallets. I looked the stuff over and shrugged my shoulders.

"This sort of thing almost comes natural to a girl," Jenifer said. "Here, let me help you."

She daubed, stroked and brushed my face for a few minutes then let me put on some lipstick. When we were done, the face in the mirror was a stone fox!

When visitor's hours started, my first visitor was a slightly unpleasant Lieutenant Clancy of the San Diego Police Department. He was able to give me more details of the accident that had put me in the hospital. Dr. Richards had failed to mention that I had lost my mom, stepdad and boyfriend in the accident. All he wanted was some information so he could possibly issue some citations. Of course my `amnesia' was no help to him at all.

By this time several more people showed up for a visit. Most of them looked to be about Sara's age and I guessed they were school chums. Of course I didn't know anyone but there were a couple of babes in the group that looked as if they'd be fun to fondle. One lady, a tall, severe looking woman who was probably pushing forty, said she was from Sunset Modeling Agency and was looking forward to when I could come back to work. It was nice to know that I at least had a job to go to when I got out of the hospital.

They were all sorry about what had happened to Dennis and wished me a speedy recovery. Trying to make small talk with a bunch of strangers was difficult and I was relieved when Gertrude, the night nurse, came in and told everyone visitor's hours were over.

First thing the next morning Stephen, the dayshift orderly, brought in my breakfast. "I see you're scheduled to do your therapy this morning," he said. "You'll love the therapist who's on today, a real cupcake named Rico. It's a crying shame he's as straight as a Nevada highway."

"That depends on how you look at it," I said. "I might find it encouraging." I suspected that Stephen, not Steve, was gay and his comment had confirmed it.

"Oh, honey, you'll drive him absolutely nuts. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Stephen was cute and I really liked him. He helped me into the required wheel chair and whisked me out of the room and down the hall. Up till then a burley middle aged woman therapist had been working me through the routine. I seemed to be making good progress in my recovery, so Dr. Richards was having me work on more of a strengthening routine. When we rolled into the therapy room, Stephen didn't need to point out who Rico was. This kid had the kind of body that you'd see in a men's underwear catalog and his skin tight tee shirt and snugly tailored white pants did little to hide the fact. Stephen must have noticed the expression on my face. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "He's cute, isn't he?"

Pretty was more like it. Any lesbian tendencies that I might have had just flew out the window. He was absolutely gorgeous with long dark hair, smooth tanned skin and big dark eyes that almost looked as if he were wearing makeup. When he came over to introduce himself I thought I would get lost in those big brown eyes. He had Stephen roll me over to the treadmill and when he turned to set it up for me I couldn't help but check out his tight little buns.

"Where did you learn to leer like that?" Stephen asked in a low whisper.

"Don't tell anyone, but I was a dirty old man in a former life," I whispered back.

Stephen made a motion like he was zipping his lips closed, locking them then throwing away the key.

I stood and Rico came up behind me and by placing his hands on me in various spots, he showed me how to go through a stretch routine to warm up. As he held my wrists, showing me some arm movements, he was close enough for me to smell the faint scent of a spicy cologne. It was not so strong that it covered the light aroma of his own heady man smell. I could feel the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of my nightie and the hospital robe. I must have unconsciously moved back a little, brushing my ass against the healthy lump in the front of his pants. I could feel a warmth starting in my lower abdomen and flowing right to my crotch, causing a steamy wetness to form there.

Rico stepped away and had me run through the routine on my own. When I was finished, he started me on the treadmill. After a few minutes I shed the hospital robe and I would have shed the nightie if I could have. I did ten minutes on the machine before Rico pulled me off. I could have done more but he didn't want to burn me out. "This may seem light but you'll still feel it in the morning," he said.

Next on the agenda was a short series of resistance exercises on a cable pull machine. Rico was right there to help and guide me with each individual exercise. My little cotton nightie was semi transparent when it was dry, but now that I was starting to perspire a little and the exertion was making my nipples stand out, I had no secrets. More than once I caught Rico sneaking glances at my tits. I couldn't blame him really; I did have a nice pair. When I mentioned that I would feel better working out naked, Rico just groaned. He did find me a pair of nylon jogging shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt to wear next time and suggested that I wear a support bra when I exercise.