Dr. Morris' Day (Chapter 11) (Patreon)

Chapter 11.

“I'm going to the home,” Dr. Morris told her secretary Athena.

The Home was a nursing home that Dr. Morris ran.  If Dr. Morris wanted someone to disappear while being transformed or for any other reason they would go to The Home.  The Home was a controlled environment where Dr. Morris's patients could be treated in extreme ways without the interference of people who weren't under Dr. Morris's control. It was at the home where pivotal procedures could be done.  Women could transition from men, or the young could transition to the elderly here without questions from bystanders.

“Will you be back today?”

“I don't think so.”

Entering The Home, Dr. Morris proceeded to the room of Jerry Wallard. Jerry had been a mobster before Alisa got involved.  He believed that he had been caught and decided to testify against his former associates.  He would be put in witness protection when it was all over, but as of now, he would be hiding incognito at The Home.  The Home was centrally located near the courthouse for easy access when he was needed.  But in the meantime, he could simply wait until he was needed and be perfectly safe.

Dr. Morris entered the room containing Jerry. Jerry's alias was Eleanor Vigneault an elderly woman who had fallen in her own home and was recuperating at The Home.

Eleanor had presumably fallen on her face which was the reason her face was completely bandaged. Jerry wore a bodysuit which conveyed the appearance of an obese elderly woman.  His muscular arms were made to look plump and fleshy with little muscle tone. The rest of his body had a similar appearance.    He spent most of his time in bed.  He didn't think it would take long before he would testify and return to his new life as a vigorous man.

“How is it going, Eleanor?” Dr. Morris asked.

“It's pretty good, but I'm getting bored just laying here.”

Jerry believed he had been at the Home for less than two weeks, but it has in reality been several months.  During that time, his actual body was being transformed.  He had grown very weak, his body had significantly swollen, and his skin had softened and made wrinkly. Even his penis had been removed.  He didn't know any of these things had happened.

Dr. Morris' plan was when Eleanor finally exited The Home, she would move in where her daughter, her son-in-law, and her three grandchildren.  The dangerous mobster would live the life of a kindly, grandma.

“I know, but it'll be all over in just a few more days.”

“But do I have to stay in this room all the time?”

“I could prescribe physical therapy so that you could learn how to walk with a walker.  It wouldn't be much, but it would give you a reason to leave the room.”

“Great.”

“But if I do, you'll have to continue to play the part.  You'll have to follow all of the therapist's directions. You know, really sell it.”

“I'll do anything.”

“I could prescribe more therapies like occupational therapy to help you with household tasks and things like how to bathe yourself.  Also, I could prescribe mental therapy to help with your alertness and memory.”

“I'm already alert and I have a memory...”

“It's just to give you something to do.  But you have to act like you are really trying.  Better yet, you have to really try.”

“I understand.  I suppose it's better than being in bed all day.”

”I'll arrange everything.  You'll start tomorrow.”

“Fantastic!”

Dr. Morris left the room.  She had already made the arrangements. It wouldn't be too much longer until Eleanor would be back with her family living the life of an elderly woman.  Jerry's days were numbered.

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