I'm JHK. the author

'Welcome, Alexander on your first day of the treatment.'

Dr. Watson cheerily greeted Alex, who was wearing a typical patient's attire.

'I hope you got used to this place because you will be spending a while here.'

He tried to ease the tension in his patient's mind like a good doctor would.

'I'm still a little nervous.'

'Don't worry, we shall start with something simple for now. A simple medical check-up. Easy enough, right?'

Watson held his clipboard and took out a stylus to start writing.

'I guess.'

'Okay, now strip.'

Watson casually told his nervous patient.

'Excuse me?'

Alex had to make sure he heard what he thought he heard.

'Be at ease, I'm a certified doctor. It's for your treatment.'

His eager grin to see Alex's body told him he had some ulterior motives. Hesitantly, Alex obliged.

'O…kay.'

Alex proceeded to take his clothes off, and Dr. Watson couldn't help but take a closer look.

'Yes, yes. A very nice male body we have acquired this time. Beautiful too and some very firm muscles.'

Alex blushed from embarrassment from having his bare body being so intently stared upon. He kept telling himself,

--It's okay. He is a doctor. It's to save my life.

'Time to have a closer inspection.'

Dr. Watson swiftly took out rubber gloves, and skillfully wore them after stretching the elastic to produce a sound that ignited fear in Alex's heart.

--It's alright. It's fine. This is normal.

The following conversation could be heard after a few moments.

'This is not normal! Why are you touching there? I have cancer in my brain, not there. Hey, wait!'

'Doooon't resist Alexander. This will only make it loooonger.'

'Don't touch me there! Aaaahhh! Help.'

Dr. Watson continued to squish something that wasn't supposed to be squished.

'Help, someone. Why are you taking pictures? Stop it.'

'What possibly do you mean, Alex?'

Dr. Watson's fingers rapidly kept tapping his phone and took high-quality pictures of the smooth Caucasian skin.

'Don't just shorten my name without my permission. Not there! No.'

'All done.'

The proclaimed doctor took out a device that emitted a faint blue light and scanned Alex's exhausted body that laid on the cold ground completely naked. After a few seconds, it beeped 'scan complete.' The result was displayed on the clipboard.

'Technology sure has come a long way. One tiny scan and everything about you was accurately measured.'

Dr. Watson walked out of the examination tone humming a tune leaving Alex to wonder what the hell was the point of physically harassing him?

--I wonder…. if this is what rape feels like.

And so the procedure began.

Alex was usually on anesthesia when the primary operation was being performed but had vague memories of groups of surgeons who were busy cutting and slicing open his body.

Getting a scar was the least of his worries as he kept hearing weak conversations such as:

'Quickly, give him blood, or he is going to die.'

Or

'His pulse his weak. He might not make it.'

Or

'He might be another failure. We can't save him.'

He wasn't sure if this was real, or his brain made it up. He only kept praying that the gruesome and agonizing pain he felt all the time would stop. If death was the only way, then so be it.

Every day, he woke up for three hours because it was necessary to get his conscious brain to get used to the changes.

Only to scare the living daylights out of him, seeing the doctors didn't even bother sewing his body back up and just left it open, displaying his guts crystal clear covered in warm blood. He felt he was in purgatory and couldn't remember the last time he ate or drank.

He couldn't understand why the surgeons were performing the surgery anywhere else but his brain. He also failed to comprehend why the hell was something they gouged out of his body was put on display right in front of him in a jar. He had seen his stomach out, his liver, kidney, some bones, pancreas, etc.

One time, it was enough for him. He was woken up, as usual, to get used to the changes.

'How are you feeling, Alex?'

Dr. Watson asked kindly.

'I feel like…. something's missing.'

Alex was used to it by now, he wouldn't be surprised even if they took his heart out, but this time, no organ was put on for display, making him guess it. Hazy from the drugs, he was trying to feel what was missing this time.

'I feel something's missing on my lower half.'

'I see.'

Dr. Watson was busy writing the reports. Alex tried feeling each of his body parts in attempting to move or control it. He could feel both his legs so fortunately that was not cut off, but he was sure there was a cavity somewhere.

'Wait, did you take it out.'

'Take what out, Alex?'

Alex was slowly coming to his senses and was getting angrier by the second. He didn't mind when they took out his stomach or kidney, but there was a line that shouldn't be crossed. Dr. Watson came closer to relax him and leaned down. Alex suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

'You know damn well what I mean by "it"! Now tell me, did you take it out?'

That was a clear threat, and Watson felt it.

'Of-of course, we di-didn't take that out. It's probably just your ima-imagination.'

Alex was by no means taking his word for it. His body may be an experimental project to these guys, but nobody can take away his sexual identity.

'Then why don't I feel it. I know, let's check and see. If it isn't there, you better be prepared to lose something yourself.'

'The patient is mentally unstable, tranquilize him immediately.'

Watson quickly called out. Four men rushed into restraint Alex in the surgery room, who was unexpectedly putting up a tough fight given his condition.

'Watson! I know you took it out! I know!'

After that, Alex was always given a mild sedate before they woke him up.