Since you all voted, I had to live up to my end of the bargain. I've actually had this chapter completed for about a week, thinking it was going to be the SOLE winner. I was wrong. Not only do I have this one to work on, but I also have Role Reversal. Anyway, I was thankful I was able to find my original outline for this story. If not I don't know how I would have been able to finish it.
At first, I was a little upset that you guys would have picked the longest one of any of my stories to finish. But now I'm a little upset that you picked the two most in depth storylines I'd ever come up with. Keep your eyes peeled for the follow up chapter to Role Reversal, with my work schedule this week, due to Christmas, I'm not sure how soon I'll be able to get it up.
Hope you all enjoy the rest of this story!
Dr. Brassard in this and further chapters…IS a real doctor.
He sighed as he searched through the website in front of him on the computer screen. It was easily the tenth doctor's site he'd looked at that evening. Not being satisfied with any of the photos of any of the surgeries, he decided to search international. Maybe getting out of Japan for a doctor wouldn't be such a bad idea.
"Ruka?" A sleepy voice rang through the small office. "It's 2 in the morning, why aren't you in bed with me? I'm cold." She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and rested her head on the top of his to see what he was looking at.
"I couldn't sleep." He searched again for 'phalloplasty surgeons'. He scrolled down a little bit on the search engine and clicked on a link he hadn't clicked on before. It was a directory of surgeons and photos of their work. Several of the pictures were before and after. Some of them were during the various stages of healing. He maneuvered his way down the page until he saw a penis that looked surprisingly real.
"What are you doing?" Michiru tilted her head in interest as she looked at the picture that Haruka had clicked on to enlarge.
"Looking for a surgeon," his voice trailed off before he turned his head to look up at her. She just nodded down to him. "This is the best one I've seen so far." She clicked on a link that read 'more info' and found out the doctor was based in Montreal, Canada.
"It looks so real honey." She lifted her hand from his chest to run it through his blonde hair. "Are you sure you're ready?" He only nodded before beginning to type out an e-mail to the doctor, asking for more in depth information about the procedure, requirements, and cost. Granted, money wasn't an option for him anymore, but he still needed to know everything.
"I've been ready for years, but now, now I can afford it. It's an expensive surgery. One that any insurance will not cover." His words were soft as he continued typing his various questions that covered all aspects of it. From the length of stay, the number of visits required before surgery began, and most of all, the cost and if payment arrangements could be made in advance. He leaned back in the chair and rested his hand on Michiru's that was still on his chest. "Will you come with me?"
"Of course I will, but," she sighed, "I don't have a passport."
"That's the easiest part of traveling really. We'll take you to get it tomorrow, do you know where your birth certificate is?" She nodded. "Alright, we'll get up early to go order one for you."
"Please come to bed darling, it's cold without you there to curl up with me." She tugged on his hand until he smiled and shut the computer off before following her like a lost puppy.
"Michiru, all these forms need to be filled out." He handed the clipboard to her before taking the seat beside her to check his e-mail from his phone. His breath caught in his throat when he saw a response from Dr. Brassard.
"You okay Ruka?" She leaned against his shoulder to read the e-mail response. After a few moments of silence between them she spoke again. "You should make an appointment with him. How about in October? Your racing season will be over for the year and I'll definitely have my passport by then." Haruka nodded, never taking his eyes away from his phone as he typed his reply to the doctor, seeking to schedule an appointment in three months. By then, as Michiru said, she'd have her passport and the season would be over with for the year. Then they wouldn't have to worry about being back in time for anything in particular.
The consultation appointment would be approximately one to two hours long and cover the procedure in depth. At the consultation Haruka knew he'd have to present two different letters of recommendation from both of his doctors. If not, the lower surgery would not progress any further. He sighed, knowing he'd have a lot to accomplish in the three short months before their trip. His first task, once the appointment was confirmed, would be to book their flight and their hotel room for the week. He already decided that he would want to arrive two to three days before the appointment, to make sure they had enough time to recover from jet lag.
"Ruka," Michiru's words brought the man out of his train of thought. "You ready to go?" He nodded up at her. "You okay?"
"Yea, just thinking of what has to be done before our trip." He held the door open for Michiru as they exited the office and walked back toward his car. "I've got a lot of phone calls and appointments to make."
She relaxed in the passenger seat and watched her boyfriend walk around the front of the car. She waited until they were on the road back to their house before speaking again. "What kind of phone calls?"
He sighed. He knew she was only trying to learn more about him. "Need to call my doctors to get letters for Dr. Brassard."
"Letters for what?" She rested her hand on his on the gear shifter.
"I need my doctors to write out letters saying they recommend me for Phalloplasty. I know they'll write them, but I still need to meet with them to ask for the letters." He sighed and reluctantly pulled his hand away to flip on the windshield wipers as the rain started to fall.
"You're nervous about it aren't you?"
"Yea, a little bit. I was nervous when the time came for my chest surgery. I'm nervous for all surgeries." He smiled softly at her at a red light. "How about we stop somewhere for lunch?"
"That sounds nice, I'm a little hungry anyway." She smiled at him. "I have some news for you anyway."
"Oh, what's that?" He pulled into a small diner's parking lot and looked at her.
"The university called me back about the teaching spot."
They both exited the car, Haruka with a growing smile on his face as they walked toward the front door. "And what did they say?"
"They want me to showcase some of my artwork before they make their final decision." She sighed, drawing a concerned look from her lover. "I just need to create some before next weekend. Takada destroyed all of my artwork when I moved in with him."
"I'm sure you'll think of something sweetheart. I'll help you in any way I can."
"I know you will, that's why I love you so much." She pressed her hands to his chest before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
Had to throw in something about Michiru getting a job, upon rereading the story to see where I was going to go with it, I realized how boring her life must have been while Ruka was at the track.