The Island of Dr. Moran

The Island of Dr. Hugo Moran can be found five miles off the coast of Africa. Technically, it is under the control of the country of Sierra Leone, but, on the island, Hugo Moran is lord and master; for here, as in much of the world, money rules, and Dr. Moran is rich-extremely rich. After inheriting billions from his father, he had added to the sum by wise, if not entirely ethical, investments. His total worth far exceeds Sierra Leone’s GDP of $2.7 billion. Having, five years previously, been charged with manslaughter and medical malfeasance in New York City, Moran had fled to Sierra Leone, where he purchased, not only the island, but also freedom from American justice.

Dr. Moran, a brilliant surgeon, lacked patience, ethics, and standard morality. At his laboratories in New York, he had conducted unproved transplant experiments on humans, using the homeless and other flotsam of New York as subjects. When one died, Moran was charged with his death. His money, as it usually did, might have spared him prosecution, had it not been for the relentless persistence of the District Attorney, who, despite pressure from the Mayor, prevailed in having him charged. When two of the doctors who assisted Moran at the lab, accepted a plea agreement-planned to testify against him-Dr. Moran had no choice, but to flee. He swore to himself that he would have revenge on the DA, Mark Watson.

The island, five miles long and two miles wide, was home to a small fishing village when Moran arrived. Those, of the natives he couldn’t use as laborers, he expelled, replacing them, after proper facilities were built, with people from his organization. He built another laboratory, better than that in New York, and staffed it with some of the best, if not the most ethical, medical personnel in the world. When he resumed his experiments, he found that, in many ways, his new location was better than his laboratory in New York. Experimental subjects could be easily obtained, and, if one died, or disappeared, there was no one to complain. After many failures, he had succeeded. Though innovative microsurgical techniques and DNA manipulation, Moran and his associates succeeded in being able to transplant virtually any organ, or combination of organs, from one person to another, connecting, not only the blood vessels, but also nerves, with no fear of rejection of the donor organs by the host.

Being a fugitive, and a medical pariah, however, Dr. Moran had no easy method to promulgate his discoveries. Although they would have been an immeasurable benefit to the world, that meant little to Hugo Moran. His purpose wasn’t to benefit mankind, but to prove his genius to the medical profession-to those who had scorned-mocked him. When he read in the New York Times that Mark Watson, Jr., the son of the New York DA, was to be married to Sarah Abernathy the following June, he thought of how he could both take revenge on the District Attorney and prove to the world the superiority of his methods, and his intellect.

Three days later, in New York City, when Mark took Sarah home from a date, six men stepped out from the shadows. As they grabbed Mark and Sarah, two cars quickly pulled up to the curb. Roughly, the couple were shoved into the middle of the backseats of separate cars. One of their attackers climbed in on each side of the hapless pair. While one held them, the other gave each an injection. When Mark awoke he saw that he was manacled, chained to the seat of a small jet, already in flight. Across the plane, Sarah, yet unconscious, was also manacled.

Groggily he asked, “Where are we? What do you want? Do you know who I am?”

The only reply he got was: When he persisted, he was told that if he didn’t shut up, he would get another injection. He didn’t say anything further until Sarah awoke about a half hour later.

Finding herself in chains and on a plane in flight, Sarah became hysterical.

“Mark...what do they want with us? Where are they taking us?

Since she wouldn’t stop, she was given another injection. Mark struggled in his seat, but was unable to free himself to help Sarah. As he cursed her assailants, he was injected with more of the drug. When he awoke, he found that he was locked in a room. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea where he was, or why he and Sarah had been kidnapped. Sarah, too, awoke alone, locked in a room, windowless except for a small one in the door. There was a bed, a sink, and a toilet in one corner. She, as did Mark, wore a hospital gown, tied down the back. No one answered her screams, her poundings on the door.

Dr. Moran had examined the couple when they arrived, while they were unconscious. Probing and prodding, he checked their genitalia. Blood was drawn from each. When he was satisfied, he had them taken to their cells.

During the next month, Mark and Sarah were subjected to medical tests and given injections. Since four large orderlies always accompanied the technician performing the tests, Mark was unable to offer any resistance. No one spoke to either him or Sarah, except to issue instructions. They answered none of their questions.

Through gene therapy, using a modified virus, Mark’s and Sarah’s tissues were changed-brought to a close enough match that they wouldn’t be rejected by the other’s body. Their having the same blood type simplified the process. They were ready for the operations.

The operations were scheduled simultaneously for early in the morning. Because of the length and complexity of the procedure, four surgical teams would work in tandem. Mark and Sarah were brought to the operating rooms, strapped to the tables, then anesthetized. On Sarah, they performed a double mastectomy, but left her nipples. The surgeons removed all her sexual organs including her vagina, her ovaries, and her uterus. Meanwhile another team was working on Mark; his prostate, testicles, and penis were removed as one unit. By the time he was prepared to receive them, another team brought all of Sarah that made her a woman-all her sex-into the room. Painstakingly, they installed them into Mark. Nerves and blood vessels were connected. When he healed, if the operation were successful, Mark would be a fully functioning woman, capable of having children. A fourth team was, at the same time, implanting Mark’s sex organs into Sarah. If successful, Sarah would be a fully functioning man, capable of impregnating a woman.

To alleviate pain, both were kept under light sedation for the next two weeks. Being strapped down, Mark was only aware of the pain in the area of his abdomen and his crotch. He was too groggy to think clearly, but knew that something had been done. Before he always had an erection whenever he awoke. He no longer did.

Sarah was aware that her breasts had been removed. She also felt pain in her abdomen and groin, but couldn’t peer beneath the sheets to see what had been done. At times she felt an unusual stirring in her groin, one for which she had no explanation.

When each of them had healed enough, they were unstrapped. Mark, in his room, threw down the sheets, pulled up his gown, peered at where his cock used to be. Through the half inch stubble of his once shaved pubic hair, he could see a vagina between his legs, instead of his cock. His breasts felt tender-seemed larger. Yet, under the effects of the sedating drugs, he wasn’t sure that he wasn’t dreaming. “It must be a dream,” he thought.

Sarah had no such illusion. She had already realized that she no longer had breasts and couldn’t deny the reality of the cock that hung between her legs, a cock which would often throb while erect.

Sitting down to pee after the catheter was removed was a strange experience for Mark. When he wiped himself afterwards, he rubbed against his clitoris. The unexpected sensation surprised, and in some new way aroused Mark. Previously, his arousal had been centered in his cock. Now, beginning with his clitoris, it spread throughout his abdomen. As he continued to stroke it, the sensation intensified, until his resulting climax washed over him in waves. Ejaculation had never been so intense, nor so pleasurable. The nipples on his budding breasts were erect.

Sarah’s first ejaculatory experience was during a wet dream. She awoke with cum spurting from her-Mark’s-cock. Unlike Mark, to whom all vaginas appeared alike, she had recognized the cock which dangled between her legs. She had many intimate encounters with it when it had been attached to Mark. She wondered what had happened to Mark, whether he was still alive.

One day, a doctor, one that seemed familiar to Mark, spoke.

“Do you know who I am? he asked.

Mark replied, “You look familiar, but I can’t place you. Do I know you?

“Does the name, Hugo Moran, mean anything to you?”

“Oh, you’re that doctor that killed that guy, then jumped bail. My father used to talk about you.”

“Your father persecuted me, drove me from the United States. I’m sending his son back to him as a daughter to repay him.”

“What about Sarah,” asked Mark. “What have you done to her. Is she all right?

“Sarah is fine. You’ll be joining her today. We’ve prepared an apartment for the two of you.”

During his convalescence Mark had been receiving laser treatments which had removed his beard and his limited chest hair. His figure was rounder than it had been, his hips larger. His breasts pressed against the T shirt he was wearing. His face, having softened, was no longer as angular, or as masculine, as it had been.

When he was taken to the apartment, he excitedly looked around for Sarah, but, other than the usual orderlies, there was only a slim, bearded youth. With a cry, the youth ran to him, threw his arms around Mark’s neck.

With a mixture of disbelief and shock, Mark realized that the youth who had his arms around Mark’s neck, was Sarah. His shock intensified when he felt Sarah’s hard cock pressing against his leg. He was hesitant to return Sarah’s kiss.

When they were left alone in their small studio apartment-it had a kitchen, livingroom, and bathroom-they sat down on the couch, which also folded out to make a double bed.

“What have they done to you?” he asked.

“I have your cock, and, I guess, your balls. What have they done to you? I can see that you’ve grown breasts. They cut mine off.”

“I’ve got a vagina. I guess that it must have been yours, since you have my cock. This is insane. These people are insane.”

That night, Sarah wanted to make love, but Mark couldn’t bring himself-herself-to make love to a bearded boy. The sight of Sarah’s erect cock somehow frightened him. He still thought of himself as a male. Making love to another male would have been gay. Sarah, however, loved Mark. That they had traded equipment meant little to her.

“Sarah, I’m sorry. I can’t tonight. I’ve got to get used to the idea-the idea of making love to someone with a cock.”

The next day, Sarah, finding a razor in the medicine cabinet, shaved. She looked more like the old Sarah to Mark. He might have been able to make love to her, but started his period. It was an experience which always embarrassed Mark. Since it made him feel dirty, there was no way he could bring himself to make love.

The couple settled into a routine. They only time they saw anyone else was when food and supplies were delivered, or when they requested books or DVD’s from the library. One night, shortly after Mark’s period ended, Sarah snuggled up next to him. When she placed her hand on his clitoris, Mark became so aroused that it didn’t matter that Sarah had a cock-rather-suddenly he wanted Sarah’s cock inside of him. His orgasm, when it came, was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced. They made love ten times that night.

Being young, with little else to do, but read or watch movies on TV, they made love frequently. Mark came to love Sarah’s cock. One night he even took it into his mouth-sucked it until she came. He had swallowed the cum before he realized what he was doing.

Mark, with his limited experience at having periods, didn’t realize that he had missed one. Sarah was the first to notice.

“You haven’t had your period, have you, Mark?” she asked.

“I don’t know. How long has it been since the last?”

“I’ve lost track of time, but I think it’s been longer than a month,” she said.

After two more weeks passed with no sign of a period, Sarah said, “Honey, I think you might be pregnant.”

Mark, still thinking with the male part of his brain, had never considered that he could become pregnant. The prospect of it frightened him.

Since everything the pair did was observed by hidden cameras, a pregnancy test was done on Mark the next day. He was pregnant.

Seven and one-half months later, he delivered, by cesarean section, a seven pound boy. His pelvis was built wrong for a normal delivery. When the baby was placed on his chest, tears came to his eyes-love for the infant filled his heart. His had less control over his emotions lately.

When the baby, whom they named Mark Watson III, was two months old, the three were taken to the airport at Freetown in Sierra Leone. They were placed on a plane destined, eventually, for New York.

Since they had called ahead at one of the stop-overs, their parents were waiting for them at the airport, Mark wore loose clothing to hide his breasts, and, since Sarah’s beard wasn’t heavy, she shaved closely and hid her beard’s shadow under makeup. She wore a padded bra. They wanted to wait until they were alone with their parents to explain what had happened.

Later, at the home of Mark’s parents, Sarah and Mark revealed their secret. Until Mark went into another room with his father to show him the results of the operation, and Sarah went into a room with her mother, the parents couldn’t bring themselves to believe what they were hearing. Sarah’s mother fainted when Sarah exposed her cock. Mark’s father didn’t faint, but he had to sit down quickly.

Neither the couple, nor their parents, had any intention of disclosing either to the authorities, or to the media what had happened to them. They told the police that they had been kidnapped by Hugo Moran. Moran, however, wasn’t so reticent. He announced to the press what he had successfully accomplished. Pressured by the media, Sarah and Mark admitted that they had exchanged sexes, and that Mark had given birth to their son.

Because of the publicity, Mark’s father resigned his position as District Attorney. Mark and Sarah married, and, having moved to an undisclosed location in Montana, are happily raising their son. Although, because of Moran’s remarkable breakthrough, the governments of the world overlooked the malfeasance in his past, Moran remained on his island. The world paid dearly for his techniques.