imagine there's this cis guy who's REALLY miserable, and he has no clue why. so he goes to a doctor's appointment to see if they can figure out what's going on with him, and this pretty lady doctor tells him he should stay at the hospital for a while, and she'll keep an eye on him. so he begins his stay at the hospital, and every day she gives him this medication, but she won't tell him what it is, just assures him there's no worries. his chest feels swollen and tender, he swears his hips are wider than before, and for some reason the doctor keeps referring to him as a woman? whatever, it's probably just a mix-up, and he doesn't really mind it anyway so he lets her continue. by this point his body has obviously changed. he actually does feel a lot better, though, so whatever meds she's been giving him are doing the trick. one day she tells him he has a very important surgery, and he wants to question what the surgery's for, but she just answers "it's a surprise", which he should find suspicious but he chooses to trust her. after the procedure, he wakes up and looks down... his penis is gone. he has a vagina now. why does he have a vagina? why is he not mad about it? staring at his new parts with his legs spread, he looks up and sees his doctor, staring very intently at his genitailia. he should find it creepy, it objectively is creepy, but he actually feels weirdly validated by her ogling. maybe this isn't so bad after all...