"Just close your eyes, and picture the woman you'll become." The nurse softly suggested, rubbing alcohol on his arm. His head nodding jerkily as he heard her soothing suggestion. Seeing a soft sympathetic almost pitying smile on her lips.
She felt him tense up, as she removed the swab. As expected, Charlie flinched when the needle sank in. The contents injected into his arm, in an icy rush. Charlie was mortified, he didn't have much experience with women. Being a little shy, and late to bloom. An uncertain smile flickered briefly over his face, as he turned to thank the nurse.
However, he caught a glimpse of her cleavage as she bent down. All the worse for the fact the look was so fleeting. It completely shattered Charlie's concentration. Her perfume so exotic and exciting was thick in his flaring nostrils, only adding to his thrilling confusion. He felt his heart quicken, blood pounding deafeningly in his ears, rushing to heat his cheeks.
His racing imagination flooding with images and thoughts he couldn't control. Mortifying questions echoed unanswered inside his head. Had he seen her lingerie... Did she need it... Should he try to look again, to get that answered...
Shaking his head, he tried to silence the voices. His breathing came shallow and rapid, his panic clear in the nervous flitting of his gaze. Trying not to fantasize, to recall those lush details only redoubled his distraction. Constantly, darting down to hunt for the first signs of his feminisation. The swell of his... No! her bust, the crack of her hips, as they widened... The alien sensation of developing a womanly rump!?!
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