The Fateful Typo
The Fateful Typo
Part One: Anticipation
I woke up that morning with a jerk, turning to pound the alarm clock.
"Ung...stupid...loud thing." It was about an hour later when I finally had the strength to get out of bed. I looked to the clock and groaned; I had to get to the TS clinic in less than an hour. Fabulous. I wasted no time, hurrying in my apartment, getting showered, brushing my teeth, the normal routine. I hurried out the door and got into my car, and was on my way in less than fifteen minutes. (So I showered quickly. I was in a hurry, okay?)
I checked the mirror for a moment then focused on the road. Today I was finally going to do it. I'd saved up enough money to have the transformation surgery. I'd always disliked being a human: all the furries around got all the attention and the women, while even the best looking human guys barely got a second glance,
but after today, I wouldn't have to worry about that problem anymore. Suddenly a car sped past me, moving into my lane, and bumping my car.
"Hey, watch it!" I growled, getting a quick look at the driver before he was out of view.
"Stupid Cheetahs. Always in a damn hurry." I tried to put it out of my mind, and pretty soon I was at the clinic. I got parked and headed inside, checking my watch: 9:34, just barely on time.
It was always crowded here, what with all kinds of people coming here for transformation surgery; this place had become famous for it. I went over to the front desk, signed in, and took a seat. It was a few minutes later when--"Jared"
The nurse called my name.
"That's me!" I jumped up, although I turned red; I hate when I get overexcited, it makes me look foolish. I walked over to the nurse, and followed her through the door and down a white hallway. She led me to a small room.
"Wait here. The surgeon will see you soon" I nodded, and sat quietly, waiting. About ten minutes later a man walked in, and I knew right away he was powerful; only the strongest magic-users were able to become surgeons, and this guy was giving off a lot of energy, more than I'd felt from anyone before.
"So, Jared..." He said, checking his clipboard, "It says here you want to be a furry: A tiger, average build, with white coloring and...red hair"
"Yeah. I don't care about being huge or overly athletic. Most people don't really mind that anyway."
"I suppose that's true." The surgeon said, reading a moment longer.
"Interesting. I've never gotten an order quite like this." I frowned a little, but didn't bother him about it.
"So, when do we start?" The surgeon smiled, looking back up to me,
"Right away. Come with me"
I followed him, to a changing room, where I put on a hospital gown, and was then taken to the operating room, and I lied down on the operating table. I couldn't help but feel nervous, what with all the magic junk all over that I didn't really understand.
"Just relax." The doctor said, putting a hand over my face, muttering something in a weird tongue. "It will all be over very soon." He was right, cause only a second later, I felt overwhelmingly dizzy, and fell asleep. I don't know just how long I really was asleep, but when I woke up, I couldn't move. I tried moving only for a few moments, before I realized that I was totally numb: my whole body felt really weird, and I think I was blindfolded. I heard voices, but they were all fuzzy, and way too loud. I think I felt my ears move a little bit, but I couldn't really tell. I fell back asleep a minute later. I woke up later, in a bed, and this time I could see. I winced, barely able to open my eyes, from the brilliant light from the room. God, couldn't they turn the lights down a little? A nurse was standing above me, looking down with a smile. "Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well?"
"Uh...I think so." I noticed my voice felt different, although my throat was probably still changing a bit, so I dismissed it. "How long has it been?" She looked down, picking up the clipboard at my bed.
"It's been seventeen hours and forty-seven minutes since your surgery. It's now 5:42 AM"
"Wait, it's not even morning yet? Why is it so bright?"
"You're got night-vision now, silly. The light in here really isn't very bright."
"Wow, really? Well, at least I know it worked.." The Nurse smiled and nodded.
I was stuck like that for a week. I couldn't move or anything, not even go to the bathroom; a very humiliating position. I was spoon-fed by the nurse, and there was a large tube that led to a water container. There's no lower form of life than having to drink from a tube for a week, I can tell you that much. Slowly, my body started to get feeling back, and I started feeling weird. My body felt itchy all over pretty soon, due to all the fur I had probably grown. Soon my nose and ears started to tune in, and from that point I didn't miss a thing that went on there. I could hear everything everyone said as they went by, and could even smell what they'd eaten, or what cologne or perfume they were wearing. All I could think about was getting these stupid bandages off and getting to see my new look.
Finally the day came, and I was carried onto a waiting room table. A nurse took out a large can of spray, and came over, spraying a large stream of some fluid onto my bandages. I heard a sizzling noise that sounded as though it spread over my whole body. Soon my arms and legs loosened, as the substance ate away, leaving me some room to move. I could see a white bubbling fluid eating away at the bandages, already revealing patches of fur where the bandages were completely eaten up. The nurse came over to me for a moment, holding a cloth robe,
"You'll probably want to put this on before the bandages burn away completely. Don't worry about it, because the spray only burns away bandages."
"Oh. All right." I slipped it on, wrapping myself up. The nurse left, glancing back before leaving.
"The surgeon will be back soon, to check up on you, and make sure everything's all right." I nodded. I felt my ears twitch a little as I moved My head. I reached up, and felt one of them with my hand...oh wait, It was a paw now. I brought it in front of me, looking it over. Huh...it seemed smaller...more slender than a tiger's paw should be. For that matter, my whole arm didn't seem much bigger than it was before. But that couldn't be...tigers were much bigger than humans. For that matter, he didn't seem to be any taller, either! I looked around, and found the near-full-length mirror on the wall. I stood in front of it, and opened my robe, looking myself over in the mirror; I immediately dropped my robe at what I saw. I let out a frightened cry, which came out as a shrill roar that caused everyone within earshot to hit the roof, so to speak. The surgeon hurried into the room, with two nurses.
"What's going on? What's the matter?"
"What's wrong?! You made me into a girl!!"
Part Two: Figuring Things out.
I don't know really how long I was arguing with the surgeon; all I knew was that something very important to me (I won't say exactly what) was missing, and I went absolutely nuts. Of all the surgeon's explaining, the only thing I recall, was that a nurse had made a typo when processing my surgery request, and so the form read that I wanted to be female, not male. After about an hour of yelling and trying to deal I realized that they couldn't do anything for me, or at least nothing at the moment, so I got dressed and went home.
When I got home, the first thing I did was get on the phone, and call my Lawyer; I knew damn well that a mistake like this would get me a huge settlement, and I wasn't about to let them get off. I sat around my apartment for about two hours, before I knew that I had to do something; I couldn't just sit around, or I'd go insane. I went to my closet, and tried to find something to wear. I must have gone through every shirt and pair of pants I had.
"Damnit!" I said, throwing a pair of pants across the room, "Nothing fits anymore!" I finally gave up and stuck with a small pair of jeans and a large T-shirt. It was a little uncomfortable with my new chest, but at least it wasn't too tight, or too loose around the waist...God I'm glad I never threw that one away.
I did a few things to get my condition off my mind, but nothing really helped, since I got a pretty good reminder of what had happened every few minutes, whenever a guy was looking at me, or one of my arms bumped into my chest when I reached in a direction that normally didn't cause any problems. Eventually I went to a bar, deciding that if I was drunk, at least I wouldn't be able to care; and since I was a tiger now, I'd be able to drink more too. I sat at the bar, and got a beer, sipping it, not paying much attention to things around me. A man came over, a human. He sat down next to me, looking over and smiling.
"Hey. Are you all alone here?" I looked over at him, though at the moment I didn't really care. "Yeah"
"Maybe I could keep you company." He moved a little closer, smiling.
"Don't touch me. I'm not interested." He blinked and smirked, leaning over,
"Oh come on..I'm sure you'd like to have someone to talk to," he reached over, moving his hand onto my shoulder, and by my neck, touching my hair. I growled, and knocked his arm away. I swung at him, punching him right in the face; he yelled and fell out of his seat, landing right on his ass. He got up and backed away,
"What's your problem, bitch? I just wanted to talk!" he grumbled and walked off, rubbing his forehead.
I sighed, and shuddered, adjusting my shirt.
"Asshole. Lucky I didn't kill him." I went back to my drink, and sat there for a while,
just trying not to think about anything in particular. A few minutes later, another guy sat down next to me, a tiger. I looked over at him, and noticed he really wasn't very big, for a tiger anyway, almost small. He bought a drink and sat there for a little while. Eventually he looked over at me,
"So, you new here?" I sighed and looked at him,
"Just go away, I don't wanna be bothered"
"Whoa, it's okay, I'm not here to pester you." He sipped his drink a little, "I just noticed you were new to the bar, and I thought you could use someone to talk to. It's not much fun to drink alone." I looked at him for a moment...he didn't look too mean or anything, he might've been okay.
"Fine. I don't really have much of anything to talk about." He shrugged, with an expression of indifference.
"That's okay. Not feeling real well?"
"No. Today's been a bad day." I gulped down the last of my beer, and got another one.
"I know what you mean. Mind talking about it?" I took a sip of my second beer.
"I went in for surgery yesterday, and they totally fucked it up." He winced a little, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Oh, really? Geez, it wasn't something serious, was it?"
"You don't wanna know." He scratched his head, looking a little bit unsure of whether he should stick around, or try to find someone less...depressing to talk to.
"That's..rough." He looked around a moment, thinking over what to say. Uh..Oh I don't know your name," he held out a paw, "I'm Kevin"
"I reached out, though didn't really care at the moment. "I'm Jared."
"Jared huh? Kind of a weird name for a girl"
"I guess it is"
He and I talked for a while, just about different stuff, while we drank. After what was probably a couple hours, we were both pretty drunk, though I don't remember a whole lot about the conversation. Eventually the guy from before showed up, with a couple of his friends, looking pretty tense. "Hey bitch, you remember me?"
"Huh? ...No." It looked like a small vein popped up on his forehead.
"What? Fine. I'm the guy you thought you could just ignore earlier. Remember?"
I stared at him for a moment, trying to remember.."Oh yeah..you're that dumbass..."
"What?! That's it!" He and his friends jumped us, throwing punches and kicks, knocking both me and Kevin out of our seats and onto the floor. I got up and yelled, pouncing on one of them, punching him several times before he gave in and passed out. Kevin fought pretty well, I think, cause when it was over, all the guys were down, and Kevin helped me up.
"Hey, you fight pretty well." He smiled, and put an arm around me, supporting me.
"You okay?" I groaned, barely able to stand at the moment. "My head hurts."
"I guess that means no." He laughed, "Come on, let's get out of here."
Part Three: Broken Trust
He helped me into his car, and I fell asleep. I really have no memory of anything else. Hell, even the fight was just a blur, among all the other crap that happened during the night. I woke up the next morning, around noontime. I was in a bed, and a comfortable one, too. "Ung.," I sat up, rubbing my head, and feeling my rather messed-up hair.."My head..."
"hangover?", I heard Kevin call from another room. "Don't worry, I got something that'll fix that." He came in a minute later, with a pair of glasses. "I got a special drink that helps deal with that." He offered me one, and took the other. I sipped it and laid back in the bed. "Thanks...what's going on? Where are we?"
"We're back at my place. I couldn't exactly find out where you lived since you were passed out in the car."
"Oh...I sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what I was going to do. It was around that moment when I noticed I wasn't wearing anything under the blanket. I frowned, and checked to make sure.
"Uh..Kevin? What happened to my clothes?" He smiled a little,
"Things were kind of crazy last night. They're all over the place." I frowned, thinking what he'd said over. No way...
"What do you mean..kind of crazy? What are you talking about?" he made a small grin. I frowned, a strong fear swelling up inside me.
"You mean, you don't remember?", his grin fading only a little bit.
"REMEMBER WHAT?!" He scratched his neck, making a soft laugh.
"When we....you know....did it"
"I...you..w...what?!" ::I yelled suddenly, and fell out of the bed, onto the floor. I groaned, and got up, grabbing the blanket to cover me. "
What the hell did you do to me?!" I grabbed a random object off of the nightstand near the bed and threw it at him.
"What's your problem? It was just a--"
"What's my problem! You fucking pig!" I ran around the bed, and tackled him, strangling him, although he pried me off, and forced me away, panting.
"Calm down! It's not like I forced you!"
"You...no way! I refuse to believe that! Where's my clothes?" I went around the room, grabbing my clothes. Right now, I just had to get OUT of there. I wasn't going to spend another minute with this pervert. I quickly got dressed and headed for the door. He looked over as I left.
"Well,...can I at least get your number?" I growled, looking over to him, and walked over, sending a sharp kick right between his legs. I hurried outside, and found the quickest way home.
Part Four: Stuck.
As I walked, I found myself muttering about Kevin. "Sicko. God, was I like that? Now I see why women hate men so much." I finally got home, and took a shower. I changed into some new clothes, and checked my answering machine. I had several messages, from the clinic, and one from my lawyer. He said that what they did would definitely be worth a whole lot of money. I probably would not have any money problems again. I wasted no time in having that dealt with. I sued them, and raked in 5 million; and of course, I made sure they fired the nurse who made the typo (The idiot).
I went back to another clinic, the following month, to have another surgery to fix what had been done, but there was a problem.
"What do you mean, you can't change me?"
The doctor sighed,
"I'm sorry, but your body has not even fully recuperated from the surgery. You have to wait for at least 26 months for your body to be safely altered again. If I try it now, there are thousands of things that could go wrong, and I guarantee you that many of them will."
"So, I'm stuck like this for two years"
"At least"
"You must be able to do something!"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but there's nothing I can do."
I stared at him for a moment, and then looked down, with a sigh.
"Fabulous"
I went home, and went upstairs in my new two-story home; that settlement had more than paid for all the things I'd need for a while to come. As a few weeks went by, I decided things weren't as bad as I thought. At least I wasn't physically deformed, or unable to live a normal life. I'd just have to get used to a certain lifestyle for at least another two years. I went to the closet, looking over a few items I'd bought recently. I was surprised at how well I'd picked out clothing; normally I hated clothes shopping, but now it seemed like fun. I picked an outfit and cleaned up a bit, heading out. Life had gotten rather unusual as of late, but I never let a bad situation get the best of me. I'd always wanted to be a furry, and now I was...I just had to live on certain terms..I could live with that. At least for another two years...
The End.