Medicine of Magic
“Okay, Mick. Here we go. Get us a taxi, will you?”
I did, Robin gave an address and we sere soon getting out of the cab at the top of a set of steps.
“Bistro?” I asked, grinning.
“D’you know what it means in Russian, Mick? No, this is a...dive...but an ‘interesting’ one. They know me here as Robin, a friendly girl, nothing else. I have several gay friends, Mick. Don’t worry, they will not come on to you. Oh...I occasionally date gays, you know. I’m considered a big, fun girl.”
We stepped carefully down the stairs, down farther than I’d thought, turned right in a little alley and Robin knocked in a certain rythym on the green door. Just like the old speakeasy days, I thought.
Sure enough, a slot opened, an eye peered forth and the door was opened with gusto as the man within exclaimed,
“Robin, It’s been a while. How are you, dear?” He pecked her on the cheek as she embraced him.
“Phil...this is Mick, my date for the evening. He’s straight, no competition for the boys.”
“Go right on in. The boys are at the bar swapping lies with Harry, as usual. Go on in. Please t’meet ya, Mick.” He shook my shoulder as I passed him, but it was a gentle, friendly shake and I could not resent it, although I hated being touched by people I didn’t know.
Three men in the bar greeted Robin with essentially the same phrases as the doorman...Phil...I’d better remember names...had used, and Robin kissed each of them perfunctorily. Just one of the three was my idea of a gay man. He was rugged looking, brawny, a half smile on his face, and he looked at me with what I thought was lust in his eyes.
His name was Gerry, the other two were Harry and Gustave...full name, no less, pronounced “Goos-taf.” What I thought at first was affectation was actually a good French name...and the guy was French or Québecois. He shook my hand perfectly straightforwardly, as did Harry and Gerry. Gerry no longer regarded me with those searching, hungry...had they really been lustful glances?
“What’ll you have, Mick?”
“Bourbon and branch?”
“Yeah. Under the counter. Don’t get many bourbon drinkers in here, Mick,” he said apologetically.
“Hey! If bourbon isn’t de rigeur, I’ll drink what y’all are drinking.”
“Well! Robin, your friend’s from ‘de sout’, ah do b’leeve,’ an’ he’s sho’ able to talk dat frenchie talk, ain’t he?”
“Lay off, Gus! How about an aperitif, Mick?”
“Okay. Harry, don’t tell me you have...hell, I can’t remember the name...the stuff with the worm in it? Like Pernod?”
“Oh, you mean absinthe? That’s from wormwood or something. Yeah, I have Pernod right here. I thought you meant tequila, some of that has a worm in the bottle. Pure bull, y’know.”
“Nah, it’s not bull, Harry. Some’s for real.”
“Whatever. You want real absinthe, then, Mick? You know what it does?”
“Maybe. I feel like I want something out of the usual, tonight. How ‘bout you, Robin?”
“Old Fashioned, and use the bourbon, I saw the label, Harry. No garbage, just the Angostura, sugar and a spritz with some of that Jack D there, okay?”
The absinthe tasted lousy, but I swallowed a little bit and set down the tiny glass. My mouth must have showed what I didn’t really want the guys to see, how I disliked the stuff.
“Yeah, man. Takes some people that way. Here, have a taste of this,” offered Gustave, who was drinking a tall, dark drink. That smelled like rum, and tasted wonderful.
“Geez, that is good. Can I have a tall one of those, Harry?”
“Sure.”
I had no idea what was in the bottle that he poured from, it was dull black and had no label. I didn’t care too much, I was beginning to feel really randy. I guess I was drunk already, for Robin, despite my knowing (although I’d forgotten) that she was a “chick with..,” was looking real good to me. I wanted to cup those breasts and lick on the nipples.
Robin must have seen that I was in ready shape, for after I’d had two drinks from that dark bottle, she took my hand and pulled me with her toward the door.
“C’mon, Mick, you’ve had enough.”
The guys laughed as though at a good joke and I waved to them...I think. I was starting not to know where I was or who I was...let alone who I was with.
“Shay, Rob-hick-in, le’s go somewhere..my place...and go-hick-beddies.”
“No, Mick, it’s time for you to come to my place, now. You’ll love it, the bed is so nice to sleep on.”
“Do’ wanna sleep, Rob-in.”
“You will after a while, Mickie. C’mon, here’s a cab. Get in...not that way, Mick, feet first, grab the door with your hand, duck your head, slide your whole body...oh, shit! Driver, give me a hand with this lout, will you?”
I felt them handle me into the cab, then we started off to whatever address I didn’t hear Robin give the driver.
By the time we got to wherever, I was in a little better shape, and could get myself, with a lot of prompting from Robin and help as far as the apartment house front door from the driver and someone else who I didn’t know, into the elevator, leaning on Robin.
“M’I gonna be sick, Robbie?”
“No. Now shut up ‘til we get into my place, okay?”
We must have gotten in her door, for the next thing I really knew I was sitting on a chair...hell, I had wide bands around my chest tying me into a chair with a padded seat, my arms loosely fastened to the arms and Robin and someone else I didn’t recognize were standing beside me.
“What’s...er hrum...what’s...dammit, what’s the matter with my voice?”
“Mickie, friend, you’ve been here for quite a while. Your voice and a few other things have changed, dear. You’re only restrained until we can explain matters to you.”
“What things? Oh, well, go ahead, explain.” I just could not get used to my voice sounding so light and high. So far I had not a clue to what was the matter with me, although I might have had a vague thought that I had a cold or something.
“First of all...do you remember when and how you met me?”
“Yes, in a restaurant with June. Your name’s Robin. June introduced us.”
“Do you remember what you told June you wanted to...be?”
“Oh! Migod, yes. I wanted to be a girl, a woman.”
The guy cut in.
“I’m a doctor. My name doesn’t matter at this point. With your permission and Robin’s directions, I’ve been taking care of you. By the way, Robin is a registered nurse, you know.”
“No. I didn’t know.” I was angry, mostly because the nickel still hadn’t dropped.
“Well, she is. I’m...the person...who helped her to be what she is. She’s been a big help to me since. So, I don’t mind doing favors for her, nor for s few of her friends. She told me you were a very special friend, so I helped her help you.”
Robin interrupted. “Mickie, you and I were very close for a month before anything was done. You had to be prepared, you see, but now it’s been...what, doctor, three months?”
“Yes, fourteen weeks, actually. You’ve done very well indeed, Mickie. Now, why not relax so we can release you, and you can stand up and look at yourself in the pier glass, all right?”
Well, I was curious, and for some reason all my anger had drained away. I had an inkling...slow thinking, I admit, but I think at that time I was drugged some...about what I would see.
“Jesus! God, who is that babe?” Those were my first words after I had looked at what the doc said was me in the tall mirror.
This naked babe stood about five six; dark, long hair, pretty face —not drop-dead gorgeous, but no mirror breaker, either — pretty wide shoulders, more than adequate breasts, outstanding nipples, slim waist, nice hips perfectly rounded, long legs and...a droopy prick. My hand, on the arm that the doc wasn’t using to hold me steady, went to my crotch. I felt the prick, and could feel my fingers moving on it, so I hadn’t lost any sensation there...but there were no balls!
“Ohmigod. I’m a...eunuch!”
“No you’re not,” said Robin. “You have feeling in your penis, don’t you? You also have a lot of feeling in another part. Press your finger lightly up behind your penis. How’s that feel?”
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