I used to work here. That was back when I used to be a guy. It’s a story. Let me tell you. Whatever is in the ground here, it’s pretty dangerous. You had to wear some pretty intense safety equipment when you were out in the field here, but I guess mine had a rip or a hole in it or whatever. They always said the greatest risk was to the reproductive organs, but I never expected mine to just disintegrate and fall off.
I don’t think anyone truly understood the mix of toxic sludge that actually caused it -- not the company I worked for, not the doctors, and certainly not me. It was like nothing they had seen, because I not only lost my male parts but also gained female ones inside. The doctors also explained they were highly fertile, which was quite unusual given the typically neutering effects of the toxicity.
The doctors tried a phalloplasty at first, but this too ended up just sort of disintegrating away. And so I made a decision. If this toxic sludge was convinced on turning me into a woman, I wasn’t going to fight it. I got surgery to augment my top to become more feminine; I took a few hormones; I grew my hair out. In short, I embraced being a woman -- and enjoyed a big cash settlement from the company that exposed me in the first place.
But perhaps to no one’s surprise, the toxic waste seemed to have no further effects on me.
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