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“Don’t call her that anymore, now she is Jill,” Wendy corrected, glancing briefly at the same woman, who remained seated calmly, paying them no attention.
“Oh right, sorry. It’s just… I still can’t believe that that pretty girl was once that alcoholic jerk called John,” Ángela kept her voice low so the bride wouldn’t hear.
“No one can. It’s definitely one of those miracles that makes you fall in love with science,” Wendy echoed, more focused on how unbelievable the moment felt.
“Absolutely. By the way, you’re the one who knows the most about the whole process you’re Marcy’s sister. How exactly did John end up becoming Jill?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Well, we still have time before the main bride is ready. You can tell me.”
“Alright. It all started five years ago, when John was still married to Marcy. He turned out to be a terrible husband. He always came home drunk from work and demanded that my sister take care of him.”
“I remember some of that, but I know that wasn’t the worst part.”
“You’re right. Everyone could see that man was no good for her… except my sister.”
“That’s as terrible as it is common. Many people need help realizing that someone won’t change and will only bring harm into their lives.”
“Exactly. Sadly, I never managed to warn my sister in time.” Wendy lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the bouquet she held.
“I found out through the police the day he got so angry over something trivial that he beat her until she lost consciousness.” She paused for a moment; those memories still made her stomach tighten.
“When I arrived at the hospital, I saw my sister lying in a bed, with bruises all over her face and her head bandaged… that… that…” her voice broke.
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to,” her friend said, placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
“No. I’m fine… it’s just difficult.” She fanned herself. “I really don’t want to cry… it would ruin my makeup.” She smiled awkwardly, before breaking into laughter with her friend.
“Fortunately, Marcy survived. She woke up that same night, very happy to see me, while I was a complete mess crying. After that, John ended up in prison, although not because Marcy wanted it… she didn’t press charges.”
“That’s terrible. I know several women who also don’t press charges after violent situations. Abusers still end up in prison because the state prosecutes them, so they don’t go unpunished.”
“Exactly. He got twelve years for attempted homicide, and as you probably know, he didn’t even serve half of it.” She couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“Yes, Marcy told me about it. A highly influential experimental medical company wanted to test new treatments. The problem was they needed human subjects, and no one wanted to volunteer.”
“I had never heard of that company before, but since Marcy learned about it, I’ve heard more than I wish I had,” she sighed.
“What exactly did they give him? Some weird pills or a brainwash?”
“Both.” she laughed darkly, and her friend joined in.
“Marcy was hopelessly in love, and that idiot was terrified. His macho attitude had gotten him in trouble with the real power players in prison. So when Marcy offered him a deal which was to become a test subject in exchange for a reduced sentence… he accepted in tears.”
“I imagine he didn’t expect what was coming.”
“Neither did I. I thought they would test rabies vaccines, smallpox treatments, or flu medication. Until one day, I went with Marcy to visit him in his new cell inside the pharmaceutical lab. The location was so secret they blindfolded both of us during the ride in the van.”
“That sounds terrifying.”
“It was. But when we arrived, it looked like a very clean medical facility. Nothing seemed out of place, except the staff. All fully covered, pushing carts with colorful test tubes.”
“Very sophisticated. What else was there?”
“It was like looking inside a very long rectangular corridor. No windows. The white light panels were built into the ceiling. The doors were almost invisible, and although you couldn’t see where the air came from, I noticed there was air conditioning.”
“THAT STILL SOUNDS TERRIFYING.” she exclaimed.
“Lower your voice.” she said, covering her friend’s mouth while glancing back at Jill, who was still focused on her large bouquet of colorful roses.
“Sorry… Marcy hadn’t told me any of this before.”
“She couldn’t. She signed a very strict confidentiality agreement. BUT… I wasn’t made to sign anything.” she laughed mischievously.
“Come on, tell me more.”
“They took us on a cart like those at airports. It turned a corner, then another, down a long hallway, then another turn…”
“I get it, it was a long ride.”
“Exactly. We stopped suddenly. It looked like there was nothing in the hallway. Then one of the women in a lab coat pulled a small white remote from her pocket and pressed a button. The smooth wall beside us hissed for a second… and a door opened.”
“WOW. That sounds futuristic.”
“That was the least of it. Inside there was another corridor, then a room with a glass wall. That’s where we saw him.”
“WHAT DID YOU SEE?”
“John. Several straps held his body to a gurney. Tubes were inserted into his arms connected to glowing colored dials. His entire body had been shaved. His eyes were wide open, and a drool was running from his mouth.”
Ángela was speechless, bringing her hands to her lips. She looked at Wendy with wide eyes, then turned to Jill, who remained unaware, still holding her bouquet.
“That sounds…” she turned back to her friend, and slowly a smile formed on her face. “…great.” Wendy smiled back.
“The doctor there explained that they had already completed the first steps, which were… snipping and slitting him… you know what I mean.” Wendy winked.
“Of course… they took away what he used to boast about…” she said, making a small scissor gesture. “...and gave him something more… appropriate for his situation.” Then she made a small deltoid figure with her fingers.
“I see you understand.” Wendy laughed. “They also said they were testing a hormonal medication that, if successful, could help many people in the future. But the process would still take weeks.”
“I understand. Science takes time.”
“Exactly. Before we left, John moved his eyes. He looked at us. He seemed to recognize us. He started mumbling and struggling, but the straps held him down. Then the doctor said she would sedate him, but Marcy intervened.”
“What did she say?”
“She said that over-medicating him with non-essential drugs might be bad for his emotional health, so it would be better to keep him conscious from time to time. The doctor considered it… and agreed.” They both laughed.
“Definitely better than prison.”
“That’s not all. Marcy kept visiting him. She said John was slowly becoming more like a girl. A year later, I went again. I could barely recognize him anymore.”
“I wouldn’t believe it either, but seeing her in person,” she glanced at Jill, “I understand your surprise.”
“He was completely different physically. Mentally, still the same piece of shit as before. The doctor said that when conscious, he screamed, insulted people, and said all kinds of obscenities. So they kept him restrained and heavily sedated.”
“Did the drug work?”
“Apparently yes. They made great progress, but needed more test subjects to ensure consistency across different bodies and conditions. Still, they now had a strong base for further development.”
“If the treatment only changed his body… how is John now Jill?”
“Let me explain.” she whispered, making Angela giggle with excitement.
“That same day, the doctor… no name. She wore no badge, she just told us to just call her ‘Doctor’”
“Understandable given the secrecy.”
“She told us that the physical treatment had reduced his sentence by five years. But they also had behavioral therapy. If he accepted it, he could be fully released. They said they could turn a violent person into a docile one… or something else.”
“Something else?”
“She explained it was designed for people with anger issues or those who didn’t like their personality and wanted a completely different one. It was still just a concept at that point.”
“So John was the first case.”
“Exactly. Since he was mentally unfit, Marcy was able to sign on his behalf. That’s because she never finalized the divorce process. She was legally still his wife.”
“What a convenient law.” her friend laughed.
“They asked Marcy what personality she wanted. She gave them a name: Jill. Then she asked them to make him into a docile girl.”
“Of course she did.”
“They fitted him with a device: clamps that forced his eyes open, humidifying tubes, and a curved screen that made him see exactly what they wanted him to see.”
“Fascinating. No escape at all.”
“Exactly. I couldn’t follow all the progress due to my schedule, but every time I visited, the old John seemed to disappear.”
“At first he screamed that he wasn’t a girl. Then he started whispering randomly.”
“What did he say?”
“Things like: ‘I am Jill, my name is Jill.’ ‘I am a girl. I am her girl. No one else.’”
“He accepted it.”
“Eventually, yes. Months later, they said the treatment was complete. John was gone. I can confirm it. She acted like a sweet girl deeply in love with Marcy.”
“I didn’t know she also liked girls.”
“There are many things she prefers to keep private. Not out of shame, just… to avoid confusing or ‘disappointing’ John.”
“That’s sad.”
“Very. But now Jill is calm, open-minded, loving, and attentive. Marcy can finally be herself without worrying about an explosive husband.”
“I never would’ve imagined that sweet girl was once that awful man. It’s a miracle of science. No wonder Marcy is getting married ‘again’ to her.”
“The wedding is interesting. The company changed Jill’s legal records. On paper, Marcy and Jill have been married for years, but…”
“So it’s a beautiful wedding between two women who finally found each other.”
“Exactly.” They laughed softly.
“Time’s up, the ceremony is about to begin.” Wendy said, glancing at her watch. “At least we’ve already done Jill’s makeup and dressed her for the occasion.” The three of them heard the brides being called over the microphone.
“Wendy, it’s time. Remember you’re walking me down the aisle.”
“It would be an honor, Jill.” Wendy took her hand.
She looked into Jill’s eyes, so clear that it felt like she could see into her soul. Inside, there was nothing left of the violent man… but also nothing else. Only someone trained to obey whoever shaped her life.
For a moment, Wendy felt something familiar. She had seen those eyes before, in her own sister.
But that morning, she remembered something different: in her sister’s eyes, she had also seen a woman taking control of her own future.
When they reached the arch, Marcy was already at the altar, staring at Jill.
This was not a normal wedding. Not even an equal union. It was the inversion of roles, the completion of Marcy’s control over this situation.
Wendy was not giving away a partner, but a possession. Nothing more than what John had once wanted from her.
THE END
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