Chapter 1
“I grew something extra,” said the patient, sitting upright and proper.
Rock Wilson looked down at his chest badge: Genitourinary Clinic, Chief Physician. Then he glanced at the computer screen, where the patient’s information was brightly displayed: Kelly Smith, 18 years old, female.
He adjusted calmly asked, “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Could you describe your condition again?”
The young woman sitting in front of him squirmed uncomfortably and rubbed her toes together. Her legs were long and neatly crossed, but when she bent them, the wide straight-leg pants hugged her calves, revealing fair, slender legs and ankles.
It was summer. A scorching heat, with the sound of cicadas outside the window.
The patient, named Kelly Smith, was wearing a long-sleeved hoodie and a baseball cap. She seemed to have rushed in, her seaweed-like thick golden hair hastily tied up at the back of her head, with many stray strands sticking to her sweaty cheeks and neck.
Her fair skin looked even more translucent, emanating an unreal purity.
Rock Wilson couldn’t see Kelly Smith’s face clearly. Her eyes and brows were covered by the cap’s brim, only revealing a well-shaped nose and lips.
“I mean...” Kelly Smith bit her cheek as if in pain, her voice like a gentle valley brook, slowly flowing through Rock Wilson’s heart. “When I woke up this morning, I found that I had... um, something extra.”
Rock Wilson asked, “What do you mean by ‘something extra’?”
“An organ.”
“What kind of organ...”
Taking a deep breath, the young woman in front of him spoke clearly and with determination, “Testicles, penis, male reproductive organs. I suddenly grew this thing, so I came here to see what’s wrong.”
Rock Wilson was young and promising, with a shining resume. After returning from studying abroad, in less than three years, he was promoted to chief physician at this private hospital. He specialized in reproductive system diseases and had researched many complex cases, known for his extensive knowledge and calm demeanor.
But he had never seen a situation like this before.
“There is indeed a medical condition called intersex, but it is not possible for a normal person to develop new sexual organs overnight,” Rock Wilson said calmly, glancing at his wristwatch. “If you need help, the psychiatric clinic is still open.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my mental state.”
“Then let’s do a brain MRI,” Rock Wilson moved his mouse, intending to end the consultation. “The neurology department on the fourth floor can check if there are any organic lesions causing hallucinations.”
“It’s not a hallucination either!”
A slightly moist fingertip pressed against the back of Rock Wilson’s hand. He furrowed his brows, his narrow eyes coldly staring at the woman in front of him.
“...Sorry.” The young woman who stood up in agitation quickly retracted their hand and took off their baseball cap irritably. “I have an appointment with a specialist. The fees here are expensive... Please be patient.”
Rock Wilson was a bit dazed.
He found it difficult to describe the impact of this appearance. For a moment, the sarcastic words were stuck in his throat, quietly melting away. Even with her messy hair, sweat still clinging to her temples, her clothes and shoes probably amounted to less than two hundred dollars altogether.
“Besides there, there are changes in other parts of my body too. It might be due to hormones...” Kelly Smith mumbled softly and then continued in one breath, “I used to be 1.7 meters tall, but now I should be around 1.8 meters. My hands and feet have also grown slightly, and my strength has increased. And my body hair has disappeared...”
“These are things I noticed myself in front of the mirror. I’m not sure about the internal changes yet. I came to the genitourinary clinic hoping the doctor could examine my physical condition. If there is no risk, I would like to remove the extra things.” She scratched her chin in frustration. “Penis removal surgery... that’s what it’s called, right? I found online that you have performed similar operations.”
Rock Wilson corrected, “It’s called a complete penectomy.”
He opened his mouth with a mixture of indescribable and complex emotions, “Let’s start with a physical examination. Please undress by the bedside.”
After speaking, he turned around and went to the sink to disinfect his hands.
As the icy liquid washed over the back of his hands, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Delusional disorder? Self-loathing? Gender dysphoria? Neurological disorder? Or was it an intentional act to approach him?
In any case, he couldn’t fully believe her words. Mentioning the physical examination was only a reminder. If she didn’t want to make the situation awkward, she could leave during this time.
However, when he put on medical gloves and turned around, the young woman in the consultation room hadn’t disappeared.
She stood by the examination table, having taken off her loose sweatshirt and pants, with one foot hesitantly resting on her sports shoes. Bright sunlight poured through the window, bathing her bare shoulders and covering her sweat-dampened skin with a gentle radiance. Her disheveled and moist hair clung to her spine, while the butterfly-like scapulae adorned her sides.
When someone in the medical field looks at the human body, it is often not the surface that catches their attention. For example, Rock Wilson, who loved exposed skeletal specimens, simple yet complex, full of mysterious artistic beauty. And now, Kelly Smith, standing there nude, was no different.
Her bones were well-formed.
In the biological sense, it was the golden ratio. Her shoulders and back were wider compared to ordinary women, but not as heavy and masculine as men. The curvature of her spine was elegant, leading to a slightly narrow waist, a prominent pelvic bone contour, a well-shaped buttock, and straight, powerful legs.
A light-colored cotton women’s underwear tightly clung to her pubic area, revealing an abnormal protrusion near the legs.
Rock Wilson felt himself falling into a bewildering illusion. He stared at her, observing how she lowered her head and struggled with her own obstacles. She clearly wasn’t accustomed to her own changes, her face displaying a mix of confusion and frustration. Her fingers rested on the edge of her underwear, attempting several pulls but unsuccessful.
But Rock Wilson could already catch a glimpse of the organ that timidly revealed itself.
The wall clock reached the top of the hour, its sharp ticking reminding them that it was time to finish work.
Inside the consultation room, Rock Wilson didn’t move.
He absentmindedly thought back to the sea nymphs he had read about in books during his childhood, how they used their beautiful faces and enchanting melodies to lure sailors into the depths of death.
And now, a being named Kelly Smith appeared.
She had thick, golden hair like a sea nymph, an ambiguous appearance, a clear and gentle voice like a stream, and a strange lower body.
“... Should I fully undress?” she asked, turning her head towards him, her eyes conveying difficulty and pleading.
Rock Wilson opened his mouth, unable to explain his original intention. He walked over, gesturing for Kelly Smith to sit down, and then straightened her shoulders.
“That’s enough.”
Through the thin latex gloves, Rock Wilson touched the warm skin. This was the first time in his life that he had performed a physical examination. Ironically, he was actually a neat freak.
“Let’s begin.”
