Hannah forces herself to swallow the nervous lump stuck in her throat. She has been waiting too long for this; she can't back out now. Instead, she takes a confident step into the chamber, letting out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. The door swings closed behind her, causing her to jump as it makes a slight "pop" sound when it seals shut.
She looks out the tiny window. Everything is tinged in blue and she can see the woman behind the desk fiddling at a few more buttons, knobs, and switches.
It must all be very complicated, Hannah thinks to herself as tiny, blue droplets begin to ooze out of the machine like drool from a sleeping toddler, only to turn into bright, lively sparks where they touch her skin. She feels herself changing, becoming smaller, different. She can't pinpoint all of the changes, but it doesn't hurt; everything seems like more of a tingling sensation although her senses are on fire.
It doesn't last very long, at least it doesn't seem to. It could have been a couple of minutes, or maybe a couple of hours. She can't tell. All she knows is that when the whole thing started, she was able to see out the window, and now there is only cold, hard steel in front of her.
Hannah presses a hand to her chest. No more breast. A smile tugs at her lips, which feel different than what they used to.
"I'm a boy," She whispers, just to herself, then she says it louder, for the entire world to hear: "I'm a boy!" She lets out a quick, loud laugh.
Leonard Redfield steps from the chamber, a goofy grin on his young, boyish face. It's finally done, and now it can all begin again, right this time. The clothes of the old woman he used to be just barely clings onto his smaller frame, threatening to fall off. And it's then that he can't help but look, like a child at Christmas time. He is a child after all, and this is the best present ever.
With one hand holding his shirt up, Leonard uses his other hand to pull at the band of his too-large pants, peeking inside.
There it is.
He's a boy, through and through.
The smile widens on his face as he walks over to Patricia, kicking off his shoes in order to walk more efficiently. "Thank ya, ma'am!" he says with another grin, sticking out his hand for the woman to shake. "Thank ya so much."