Jim was heading home from university, for a weekend away.

He was getting close to the train station when he thought he heard a woman’s voice. “Ah, there you are…”

He felt a sharp scratch on his neck, then everything went dark…

He awoke to a nightmare.

Everything was in brilliant white, everywhere he looked. He was naked and suspended in the air in some kind of frame, spreadeagled. The only thing not white was the small desk in the far corner, equipment and computers whirring away, and the woman standing in front of him wearing a black suit.

“Shhhh…..”, she cooed. “It’s all right. Don’t worry, mommy will sort everything out.”

“Who the fuck are you!”. Jim cried. “I don’t know you! Let me go!”

“Damn, it’s worse than I thought”, the woman said, almost to herself. “I’ve really got my work cut out for me.”

Looking back at Jim, she said, “I know that this is confusing. I promise, it will all become clear soon. Tell you what, let’s start by making you look at least roughly what you really look like, shall we?”

Jim tried struggling in the frame he was held in, but he couldn’t move an inch.

The woman went to the desk and came back with a small spray can and a cloth. She sprayed something onto the cloth and started rubbing Jim all over. As she did, he felt a light tingling. Suddenly, he noticed that all his hair was falling off…

“Please, stop! Don’t do this! Just let me go!”

“I can’t sweetie. I’ve been looking for you for too long, and I’m not going to lose you now.”, the woman replied. “Don’t you understand? I can’t lose you. You’re my daughter, and I love you.”

“I’m not even the right sex!”, Jim cried. “How the hell can I be your daughter? You’re insane!”

“You don’t realise how much that hurts”, the woman said, stopping her work for a moment. “A daughter calling her mother insane.”

She seemed to pause in thought.

“Anyway, you’ll soon understand. The hormone shots that I’ve given you should kick in soon, reversing what they’ve done to you. I’ll just make you look cosmetically right in the meantime.”

The woman went to the table and picked up a couple of objects. It was only when she started gluing them to his chest that Jim realised what they were.

“These are only a ‘B’ cup, but they’ll do for now. Your own breasts will replace them, soon.”

Jim tried to pull away from her, but the frame wouldn’t let him move at all.

“You’ve also put on a little bit of weight, haven’t you? I’m going to have to use a corset…”

The flesh-coloured corset clamped around Jim’s waist, squeezing him.

“There we go. That’s better. It’s also given you some of your curves back”, the woman said, with a smile. “You’re coming on nicely, Jemima.”

“My name’s Jim, you crazy bitch!”, Jim shouted. “Not Jemima. I’m a boy! You’ve got this all wrong!”

“You certainly don’t look like a boy now, Jemima”, the woman said, with a smile.

“Only through what you’ve done to me”, Jim said.

“Now, I’m going to have to put you to sleep for this next bit”, the woman said. “I’ve got some surgery to do to help things along the way…”

Jim twisted and struggled in the frame as he was given an injection. Everything faded to black…

Now Jim was unconscious, the woman could carry on. She studied his genitalia, impassively.

“Nice job, but I can see the join”, she said. “Anyway, let’s get this nasty stuff off of you, shall we?”

Rotating the frame so that Jim was on his back, she started to work, gently cutting along the ‘seam’ that she had found. She soon lifted off the genitals that had been fitted, exposing the vagina underneath. She smiled. This confirmed that her suspicions had been definitely right all along.

“Hello, Jemima”, she said. “Welcome home.”

She carefully disconnected the implanted genitalia and threw them into a bin, disgustedly.

“When I find the bastards that did this to my daughter…!”

X-Rays she had taken showed a tiny electronic device implanted in Jim’s neck. This device was altering ‘his’ voice. Delicately, the woman removed it. She also fitted Jim, now definitely Jemima, with a wig that looked like her original hair.

She kept Jemima under for a few days, letting the hormones start doing their job. Jemima’s face softened, slowly. Her fingers had always been spindly anyway; she had just been told it was ‘genetic’. How true that was…

Jemima awoke, slowly.

She was no longer in the white room or fastened into a frame.

She was in a young woman’s bedroom…

She jumped out of the bed and raced to the door, frantically trying to pull it open, but it was locked. Then she suddenly realised what she had seen in the dressing table mirror. Stepping back, she looked in it. A young woman, wearing a flimsy nightdress, stared back…

Her hands flew to her face. One hand then felt between her legs. Sagging to her knees, she cried and cried…

The woman came into the room and went to hug her.

Jemima pulled away from her, swinging at her with her fists.

“What have you done to me, you psycho!”, she said, surprised at her higher pitched voice. “I’m not a damn girl!”

“You are now”, the woman said. “You’re my daughter again. Now, I know that this is going to be difficult for you, but you need to see this.”

The woman showed Jemima a video of ‘his’ genitalia being removed. She especially pointed out the join, and the fact that there was a real vagina underneath.

“You see? I’ve just restored what was already there. Someone went to great lengths to make you a boy.”

What with the hormones kicking in, and this news, it was all too much for Jemima, she just sobbed and sobbed, letting the woman hug him until he slumped, unconscious. His mind had shut down under the shock…

Tenderly, the woman gathered him up, tucked him back into bed and cleaned his face.

Next time she awoke, Jemima was still sure she was Jim, but willing, at least, to listen. The woman told her about how she had been kidnapped at a young age, because the kidnappers wanted some secrets that the woman had access to, as she worked for ‘a government department’ that she still couldn’t talk about.

“To my everlasting shame”, the woman said, “I put duty above family, and refused to hand over the papers. They just told me I’d never see you again, then cut off all communication. I searched for you for years; I even left work to look for you, doing all this ‘under the radar’, so to speak.”

She swallowed, then continued. “Finally, a week ago, I got a lead. A lad at one of the local universities didn’t ring true. His past was wrong, somehow. Dates slightly out, a place name or two misspelt. I started watching him. The more I saw, the more I knew it was you. You had some very characteristic mannerisms when you achieved something, and ‘Jim’ still had them. Also, your little finger on both hands can bend in a certain way, as can mine. It’s hereditary, and they forgot that, or simply didn’t care.”

“The rest you know about.”

Jemima was very quiet for a minute. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she reached out to the woman for a hug…