In the morning, Joseph was stiff when he got out of bed. Gus' display of ownership had gone on for some time the night before. His pussy was sore, and his bruised balls were killing him. He washed at the basin, applied his make up, did his hair, slipped into a clean bra and panties, and got dressed. Gus said nothing. He took a piss and then sat on Joseph's bunk and cleaned his nails while he waited for Joseph to complete his toilette.

They were just leaving for breakfast when the chief CO, Sergeant Murphy, appeared in the cell door.

"Carlton," he barked. "You come with me."

"Why?" Joseph asked, his heart pounding.

"Warden wants to see you."

"But why?" he asked.

"He'll tell you when you get there," Murphy snapped. "Now let's go."

"Hey there, Murphy, I don't like you taking that tone with the little woman," Gus said, as if he were chivalrous.

"This doesn't concern you, Mattison," Murphy said, sternly.

"Well, at least give a man time to kiss his wife good-bye," Gus said.

He swung Joseph around, into his arms, and laid a big, wet one on him. Joseph tried not to notice the look of disgust on Officer Murphy's face. Gus broke the kiss and hugged Joseph tightly against his body.

He whispered in Joseph's ear, "When you're talking to the warden, just think about what would happen to you if I got sent to solitary. Then be real careful what you say, Joanne."

Out loud, Gus said, "I'll see you when you get back, baby."

Gus let him go. Joseph kept his eyes lowered and meekly followed Officer Murphy out of the cell and along the corridor.

His heart pounded the entire way to the warden's office. He tried hard to ignore the desperate throbbing of his injured balls and to look as if nothing was wrong. Playacting would have been unnecessary if Joseph were being escorted by any of the other COs. They would have found the idea of a domestic tussle between Gus and his little woman very amusing indeed. But Murphy wasn't like the other officers. He took his job quite seriously, and despite his gruff demeanor, Joseph had noticed that he treated everyone fairly and tried to look out for the interests of the weaker inmates as much as he could.

Right now, he was watching Joseph with such a grave expression of concern that Joseph's hands started to shake with panic. This was one time when Sergeant Murphy's noble intentions could do a lot more harm than good.

When they got to the warden's office, Murphy motioned him to one of the chairs in the waiting area.

"Sit there," he said. "I'll be right back."

Joseph did as he was told. Murphy approached the warden's secretary, an attractive black woman in her early thirties.

"Hey, Rhonda, he available?" Murphy asked.

"Let me buzz him for you," she said.

Rhonda picked up the phone and intercommed her boss.

"Warden Peters, Sergeant Murphy is here to see you."

She nodded as she listened, and then hung up the phone.

"Go right in," she said, smiling at Sergeant Murphy, a little flirtatiously.

Murphy returned the smile, clearly pleased. "Thanks, Rhonda. I appreciate it." He turned to Joseph. "I'll be back in a minute. Don't even think about moving."

Joseph nodded. Sergeant Murphy went inside. Joseph squirmed nervously in his chair and tapped his foot on the floor. Rhonda gave him a look out of the side of her eye. He thought his fidgeting was getting on her nerves, so he stopped. But she still kept glancing over. And Joseph realized with an unpleasant start that it was his freakish appearance she was staring at. He turned purple with embarrassment. He could just imagine the sight he made--his long hair, the makeup, his immaculately manicured and polished nails, his breasts, for God's sake. She'd probably never seen anything like it in her life. He slumped in his chair and crossed his arms self-consciously over his chest to try to hide his tits.

Sergeant Murphy's minute was turning into an eternity.

Joseph endured several more long moments of the secretary's scrutiny before Sergeant Murphy finally poked his head out of the door and gestured for Joseph. He scrambled to his feet, glad to escape Rhonda's gawking. Joseph joined Sergeant Murphy inside the office. He stood in front of the warden's desk with his palms sweating.

Warden Peters reminded Joseph a little of his high school football coach. He was probably in his mid forties, and he had the build of a bulldog, short, a little squat, but strong. He struck Joseph as the kind of man who did not have to give an order twice.

"Carlton," Warden Peters said. "Sergeant Murphy has brought to my attention the change in your-- uh, condition."

Murphy gestured toward Joseph. "This is exactly what I was talking about, sir. Six months ago he didn't have breasts. And now look at him."

Both men stared at his chest. Joseph wanted to melt into the floor.

"Perhaps they're falsies," the warden suggested.

The guard shook his head. "They're real enough. I've seen him in the shower."

"Well, I believe you, of course, Sergeant Murphy. But I'm afraid I'll have to see for myself. I'm going to need you to open your shirt, Carlton."

Joseph balked. "I really don't want to."

"I understand. But we're trying to help you. And it will only be for a minute."

Joseph thought about what his husband had said. If he didn't play along, they might come to the wrong conclusions. They might do something rash, like send Gus to solitary. And then he'd be at the mercy of every con in the place.

"Okay," he finally agreed.

"Good. Thank you," the warden said. "We appreciate your cooperation."

Joseph slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open.

"And if you could unhook the bra," the warden said.

He fumbled with the front closure. The bra fell open, and his breasts sprang free. The two men were obviously trying to remain professional, but neither could quite keep from gaping at the sight of his bosom. Joseph regretted every girl he'd ever ogled in the streets, every time he'd taken one of his clients to a nudie bar for drinks and lap dances. No one should be gawked at like this.

"Do you think they're implants?" the warden asked Sergeant Murphy. "But how could he have gotten implants in here?"

"I don't know. I don't see a scar."

"I guess there's really only one way to find out." The warden stood up and came around his desk. He gave Joseph an apologetic look. "Sorry, Carlton. But it is my job to know everything that happens in this place."

Joseph blushed deeply and averted his eyes. He just couldn't bear to watch. The warden took Joseph's breasts in his hands and gently squeezed them.

The warden cleared his throat. "Well, they're-- uh, really quite pert, but definitely not implants." He dropped his hands. "That's fine, Carlton. You can close your shirt."

Joseph quickly rehooked his bra and buttoned his shirt.

"Murphy, I appreciate your bringing this to my attention. I'll take it from here."

The guard nodded and left.

"Sit down, Carlton."

The warden took his place behind his desk. "I, uh-- I don't know quite what to say. This isn't exactly how you first arrived at Stillwater, is it?"

Joseph kept his eyes down. "Prison changes you," he said softly.

"Well, that's true," the warden said. "But this is a little-- unique. I mean, some men bulk up in the weight room. Get a tattoo. Stop shaving their beard. But, er, well--" He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "--growing breasts, well that's really a new one."

Joseph stared at the carpet. The warden sighed.

"I suppose you've been taking female hormones?"

"Am I in trouble?" Joseph asked, scared.

"Any medication is supposed to be cleared through the prison physician. But--" The warden sighed again. "Look, I'm going to level with you, Carlton. Last year, we had a big lawsuit about discrimination against inmates based on sexual preference. It cost the state a chunk of change. The governor was not very pleased, to say the least. Since then, we've become a lot more lenient about-- well, prison relationships, I guess you could call them. And that's the same kind of leniency I'm willing to show you. I don't want to end up in court again for stepping on the rights of transvestites or the transgendered--" He waved his hand. "--Or whatever you call it these days. All I want to do is make sure that this was your idea, and you're not being forced to--" He gestured in the direction of Joseph's boobs. "Well, that you're not being forced."

"I'm not. Really, warden. I swear."

"You've dressed up as a woman before?"

"Uh-- well, no."

"But you've wanted to?"

"I, uh-- I always felt kind of-- you know, feminine. On the inside. I, well-- I think of myself as Joanne."

Joseph couldn't help coloring. It didn't matter that it was all a lie. It was the most humiliating thing he'd ever said.

"And when you came to prison, naturally, you thought this would be a good time to explore your femininity?" The warden regarded him skeptically.

"No one knows me here," he said, hoping to God the warden was buying this bullshit. "It's so different from what I'm used to, a whole other world. It's kind of like it's not even me doing it. I guess that makes it easier to accept about myself."

To Joseph's surprise, the warden nodded. But then, the best lies always had a grain of truth in them. Prison was a different world, and the things he'd done here definitely didn't feel as though they had anything to do with his real life.

"Sergeant Murphy tells me you're involved with your cellmate, Gus Mattison. What's the nature of that relationship?"

His face felt hot. "He's my husband," Joseph said, the words nearly sticking in his throat.

The warden arched an eyebrow. "Your husband, huh? You don't mind playing the little woman for him then?"

He shook his head. "I, uh-- I always wanted to be a woman. Like I said before."

"Mmm-hmm," the warden said, in a non-commital tone. "And you have sexual relations with this husband of yours?"

"I'm his wife," Joseph said simply.

The warden laughed. "Well, Joanne, that doesn't tell me anything. I'm a married man, and I know my wife doesn't feel the need to sleep with me. So how about you answer my question? Do you engage in sexual relations with Gus Mattison?"

He looked away. "Yes."

"Do you perform oral sex on him?"

He nodded.

"And he has intercourse with you?"

He turned bright red.

"Joanne?"

"Yes. He does."

"And do you enjoy having intercourse with him?"

Joseph bit his lip. "It's the best sex I've ever had."

"How often do you two usually have sex?"

"Um, well, a couple of times."

"A week?"

Joseph fidgeted uncomfortably. "A day."

"Hmm. So it seems that you do enjoy it. Quite a bit, in fact. Have you always been attracted to men?"

He nodded.

"And being penetrated excites you?"

Joseph blushed furiously. "Yes," he said, scared of the consequences if he didn't lie.

"The guards reported that there was something of an altercation between you and your-- uh, husband last night in the shower room. He was seen dragging you butt naked back to your cell. He's quite a bit larger than you are and a tough customer from what I've seen of him. Some people might think this 'marriage' of yours was less than consensual."

Joseph shook his head frantically. "No! That's not the way it is. I wanted to be his wife. And last night--" He blushed. "Sometimes I get out of line, and my husband has to discipline me."

"That doesn't sound like a very equal relationship, Joanne."

"I just-- Well, I like to have a partner who's stronger than I am. I like to be-- you know, dominated."

Joseph couldn't imagine what kind of freak the warden must think he was. But he couldn't worry about that. The only important thing was to keep on Gus' good side, to stay protected, to try to get out of this nightmare in as much semblance of his old self as he could manage. Once he got back home to Madeleine, he would forget that any of this had ever happened. He would forget the way the warden looked at him, as if he were something out of Ripley's Believe It or Not.

"Well, I guess that's it then." The warden rose from his desk. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't being exploited, but it seems you're content with your situation."

Joseph got up to go, deeply relieved. "Thank you, warden."

"I'll show you out."

The warden walked him to the door. Joseph reached for the knob, but it wouldn't turn.

"Oh, that thing sticks. Let me help you."

The warden reached around him. He braced one hand on the doorframe and grabbed the doorknob with the other. He pressed his body against Joseph's. Joseph blinked, in shock for a moment, but really, there was no mistaking it. The warden had thrown a boner, and he was rubbing it against Joseph's butt.

"If things don't work out and you need someone else to take a firm hand with you, you just let me know."

The warden's breath was hot against his neck. Joseph felt frozen, unable to believe that this was actually happening. The warden turned the doorknob and opened the door, just a crack, not enough for anyone to see inside. As he pulled his hands back, he groped Joseph's breasts, giving them a good, hard squeeze.

"I'm always here for you, Joanne. Just so you know."

"Thank you, warden." His voice cracked. "I'd better be getting back."

He hurried from the office. He felt decidedly dizzy. The warden had just propositioned him. Could a pair of boobs really cause every man on the planet to completely lose his mind? Apparently, they could.

When Joseph got back to the cell, Gus was waiting for him.

"What happened?" he demanded the moment Joseph walked in.

Joseph couldn't help blushing as he remembered how the warden had fondled him. "Uh-- They just asked me about, well--" He looked down at his boobs.

"Oh," Gus said. "So what'd you tell them?"

"That we're married. That I always wanted to be a woman. And well, you know-- That we're very happy."

Gus smiled, clearly pleased. "That's good, baby. You done real, real good."

He swept Joseph into his arms. Joseph had to fight every instinct he had not to flinch. He had no idea how abused women put up with it. There was nothing more disorienting than to have someone beating you one day and hugging you the next. Joseph squeezed his eyes tightly shut and tried to pretend he was somewhere else as Gus gave him a long, lingering kiss and felt him up.

Gus finally broke the kiss. "I'm proud of you, Sunshine. And tonight, I'm going to show you just how much." Gus' hands wandered down Joseph's back to his butt. He fondled his cheeks. "We'll have us a real good time after lights out. Hell, I'm so proud of you it may take all night."

He laughed happily at the thought, slapped Joseph cheerfully on the ass, and headed out for his daily workout in the prison gym.

Joseph sighed to himself. A long night of getting my pussy fucked and my tits mauled, he thought. Wow, what a treat.

Joseph thought this was the end of his hassles with the prison administration, but the next day, as he and Gus were leaving the cafeteria after lunch, Sergeant Murphy flagged him down.

"Hey, Carlton," he said. "Over here."

He and Gus walked over to the officer.

"Beat it, Mattison," Murphy said, in a no-nonsense tone. "This concerns Carlton, not you."

Gus knew better than to argue with the head CO, but he did throw Joseph a look of warning before he departed.

"Doc Smith wants to see you," Murphy told Joseph.

Joseph frowned. "About what?"

"She didn't go into details," Murphy said. "She just said you were supposed to report, so that's what you're going to do. You got that?"

"Sure, officer. Whatever you say. Now?"

"No, Carlton," Murphy said, sarcastically. "After you get released." He rolled his eyes. "Of course, now."

"Okay. Okay," Joseph said.

Joseph hurried to the infirmary and told the nurse at the admitting desk why he was there. She sent him straight into the doctor's office.

"Sit down," Dr. Smith told him, gesturing toward the chair in front of her desk.

He took a seat and discreetly gave Dr. Smith the once over. She had an old-fashioned look, demure, even a little prim, that reminded Joseph of Madeleine. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a twist. She had a delicate, milky complexion, with pink in her cheeks, a classic English schoolgirl type beauty. In his old life, she would have been fodder for masturbatory fantasies for months. Presently, he found himself wondering what shade her lipstick was. He fancied it would suit him very nicely.

"The warden spoke to me about your-- uh, situation, Mr.--" She broke off awkwardly. "I'm sorry. What do you like to be called?"

His throat constricted. "Joanne," he said.

"Right. So, Joanne, you realize you should have informed me you were on hormone therapy," the doctor said, sternly.

Joseph hung his head. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Estrogen is not something to play around with. It can increase your risk of high blood pressure and blood clots. And especially breast cancer. Prevention is really important. We need to get you started right away on a healthy breast program."

Joseph didn't quite know what that meant, and he wasn't at all sure he wanted to find out.

The doctor looked down at the notes in her file. "Ah, and the warden also said that you're very sexually active."

Joseph colored with embarrassment. "I'm only with one person," he insisted. The way the woman put it made him sound like some kind of slut.

"Yes, the warden said you have a-- husband." She cleared her throat. "But you really shouldn't depend on that too much. You can't always be sure your partner is monogamous, no matter what he says. So we do need to screen you for sexually transmitted diseases. The warden also mentioned that you engage in frequent penetrative intercourse and always take the passive role. We'll need to check for tears or other problems."

Joseph balled his hands into tight fists. He couldn't believe this woman could sit there and discuss the condition of his well-fucked ass with such clinical coolness, as if it weren't the most intimate and humiliating subject a person could ever confide in their doctor.

She filled out a blue card and handed it to him. "All right," she said. "I've scheduled you for an appointment at two o'clock tomorrow. Just give this to the guard, and they'll make sure you get here."

"Yeah. Fine. Whatever."

"Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow."

Joseph headed back to the cell. Just like the day before, Gus was waiting for him.

"So?" he said.

Joseph colored with embarrassment. "She, uh-- Well, she just wanted to schedule an appointment to check me out. My, well--" He glanced down at his breasts. "And my-- you know."

"Your what, Sunshine?" Gus prompted.

"My pussy," he said, softly.

Gus frowned. "Was she giving you a hard time? About us being married?"

Joseph shook his head. "No. Not at all. She just wants to make sure I'm healthy. You know, a checkup."

"Oh. I get it," Gus said. "You mean you're going to the gynecologist."

Joseph felt his face turn hot with humiliation. "Uh. Something like that," he said. "My appointment is at two tomorrow. If that's okay?"

"Sure, sure. That's fine. A woman's got to take care of herself, Sunshine."

He laughed and gave Joseph a long, wet kiss.

Joseph honestly thought that was the end of the matter as far as Gus was concerned. Unfortunately, later at dinner, he found out just how wrong he was.

There were sitting with the usual cast of leather-clad dirtbags and tattooed scuzzballs.

In the middle of the meal, Gus put down his fork, beamed with pride, and announced to the entire table, "Guess where my wife is going tomorrow."

Joseph froze. His heart pounded. Surely, he wouldn't, he thought to himself. Surely.

When everyone's curiosity was thoroughly peaked, Gus smiled with triumph and said, "The gynecologist!"

The thugs at the table hooted loudly, in amusement, but also a strange sort of admiration. Gus sat back and soaked it all in. Joseph wanted to sink to the floor and crawl away.

"Hey, you got to take care of your woman," agreed the pock-marked man to Joseph's left. "At least her tits and pussy!"

They all guffawed wildly, as if it were the funniest thing they'd ever heard.

"Man, Gus, you really did it. You are like totally legal,"said the biker with long, stringy blond hair. "Ain't nothing anybody can do about it now. She is, like, totally your wife."

Gus got a smug look on his face. He leaned over to Joseph, kissed him sloppily on the mouth and felt up his tits. Joseph blushed furiously. A nearby guard, who only yesterday would have waved his nightstick and warned them to break it up, simply looked away. And Joseph felt a wave of panic rush through him. Up until now, Gus had been at least a little careful, a little restrained when they were out in public together. But now, it seemed that he'd taken the lack of official interference as some kind of tacit approval for their demented relationship, as carte blanche to get as touchy feely as he liked whenever and wherever he wanted.

Gus finally broke the kiss, after Joseph had started to turn blue, and sat back in his chair, as if he were some kind of king. "Yep, boys," he said. "This little girl is mine. All mine. And I'm going to enjoy the hell out of her these next two months."

Everyone at the table stared ravenously at Joseph as if he were the very last piece of tail on earth. He slunk down a little more in his chair and crossed his arms nervously over his tits. And what the hell was Gus talking about anyway? He already fucked Joseph practically the whole day long. What else could he possibly want?

Suddenly, a picture flashed across Joseph's mind. He was naked, on his back on the cafeteria table, his legs in the air, Gus' dick up his ass, his titties bouncing and jiggling as Gus fucked him like crazy, the animals all circled around, drooling, rubbing themselves, chanting over and over again: "Poke the pussy! Poke the pussy!"

He shivered. God, he'd really thought he had gotten past the worst of it. But now it seemed he was mistaken yet again.

The heavily pierced man across the table stared at Joseph's tits and licked his lips. Joseph could just imagine the filthy things he was thinking. Well, I am not that kind of girl! he thought hotly. And then he was horrified to realize his slip. Shit! he thought. I have got to get the hell out of here before I completely forget who I really am.

He kept his eyes on his plate for the rest of the meal. He had never been more relieved when Gus was finished and they could finally leave.

Outside the cafeteria, Gus and his buddies circled around, debating whether they should go watch television or perhaps shoot some hoops. Joseph shifted his weight anxiously from foot to foot. If he didn't leave now, he was going to be late for his appointment.

When he caught Gus' eye, he said very quietly, "Uh, sir?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"I have to go now. If that's okay."

Gus nodded. "Sure. Go on, then."

"Thank you," Joseph said.

He took off down the hall, relieved to get away from the scene of his humiliation.

But then Gus' voice came booming down the corridor after him. "And, Sunshine, I hope things go well at the gynecologist's."

Everyone turned to stare at him. Gus' buddies burst out laughing. And Joseph practically ran to the infirmary.

When he arrived, Dr. Smith was waiting for him. "Mr.-- uh, Joanne," she said. "I'm ready to start your examination. Come this way."

She led him over to a curtained area.

"All right, Joanne, remove your clothes and get up on the table. I just need to grab your chart, and I'll be right back."

"Uh-- Doctor? Isn't there something I'm supposed to put on? A gown or something?"

Dr. Smith sighed. "Yes, well, ordinarily. But I'm afraid we're having problems getting our medical supplies again, and we're completely out of gowns. I'm sorry. We have to make due the best we can."

She walked away, drawing the curtain behind her. Great, Joseph thought. This is just exactly what I need.

But he knew there was no arguing, so he quickly shucked his clothes, folded them up and placed them on a nearby chair. He left on his tuck. His balls were still black and blue from Gus' outburst the other day. It was not something the doctor was likely to miss. And Joseph still couldn't risk having Gus sent to solitary. Plus, rules were rules, and medical examinations were not on the list of approved occasions when he was allowed to go without the tuck.

He hoisted himself up onto the exam table and swung his legs back and forth for want of anything better to do. It was chilly without anything on. His skin was quickly covered with goose bumps, and his nipples hardened, much to his embarrassment. He hoped he wouldn't have to wait long.

And luckily, he didn't. The doctor soon returned, clipboard in hand. She entered the cubicle and quickly drew the curtain after her.

She stopped short when she noticed the tuck. "What is that?"

"It's-- Well--" He blushed furiously. "I have to do something to-- you know, make myself smooth in front."

"Well, you're going to have to take it off."

Joseph paled. He wasn't sure which he found more terrifying: Gus going to solitary and Smitty finally getting his hands on him or Gus finding out he'd disobeyed him. Because the last time Joseph had made him mad, he'd threatened to-- Joseph swallowed hard at the notion of returning to Madeleine a eunuch.

"I can't."

Dr. Smith frowned with concern. "You mean it won't come off?"

He shook his head. "No, it's just that--" For a moment, he considered confiding in her about the situation with Gus. But only for a moment. "I don't feel like a woman without it. Please! You said you wanted to check my breasts and my-- you know. Can't you examine me while I'm wearing it?"

She did not look at all pleased. "I-- Well, I suppose so. But I really don't advise it. Look, we can make this very brief, and then you can put it right back on."

"No!" he said, frantically. And then he collected himself. "No. I'd really rather not. It's important to me. I want to leave it on for the exam."

Dr. Smith let out her breath in exasperation. "Fine. I'll do the best I can. But I have to tell you that this--" She waved her hand. "Garment gives me grave concern. Spending too much time in it can not possibly be good for your genitalia. You do take it off at night when you're sleeping, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah. Of course," he lied.

Joseph tried not to look worried. He didn't want the doctor asking him any more questions about it. But what the hell was this thing doing to his dick and balls?

"All right then," Dr. Smith said. "Let's just get on with the examination. I need you to lie back on the table."

Joseph settled comfortably onto his back. Dr. Smith moved to the foot of the table and started adjusting something.

"What are you doing?" Joseph asked.

"Moving the stirrups into position."

"What?" he asked with alarm, leaning up on his elbows to see.

"Move down so your hips are at the edge of the table and put your feet in the stirrups."

"But--"

"Mr. Carlton!" the doctor snapped. "I mean, Joanne. This is necessary. Please do as I ask."

Joseph knew he had no choice, so he scooted his body down the table and maneuvered his feet into the stirrups. The doctor fastened Velcro straps to keep them in place.

"Move down just a little bit more," she said.

Joseph scooched his hips forward.

"Good," she said. "Okay, now just relax."

She put her hands on his feet and moved them far apart, spreading his thighs, exposing him completely.

"Good then," she said. "Now put your arms up above your head, and I'll begin your breast exam."

Joseph could feel the cool air against his pussy. "But what about--"

"We'll get to that," the doctor said. "First things first."

He wanted to ask why it was necessary for him to be splayed open like something out of a porno film when she wasn't even ready to examine him down there, but no good ever came from talking back to staff. He sighed heavily and put his arms above his head. This made his breasts stand up pertly, showing off his erect nipples. He had to wonder how women stood all the humiliations their bodies put them through.

It was the rectal examination that Joseph had most been dreading, but he soon realized that the breast exam had its own tortures. The doctor stood right by his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his arm as she bent forward to do her work. Under other circumstances, it might have seemed erotic, but now, it only made him feel like more of a freak. Here was a beautiful, desirable woman, and what was she doing? Manipulating his breasts. Great. Now he felt even more emasculated than he had before. Of course, it didn't help that his pussy was yawning open for the world to see, with only a flimsy little curtain standing between him and complete humiliation.

And then, there was just nowhere to look. She was right there, so he couldn't exactly stare off into space. He certainly couldn't look her in the face. And he was afraid that if he closed his eyes she would think he was getting off on it. Just the possibility of that humiliated him deeply. He might have breasts, but he didn't want anyone thinking he enjoyed them.

Plus, the exam really rather hurt. The doctor moved her fingers up and down in straight lines from his armpit to his breastbone. Her touch was uncomfortably firm, especially around his sensitive nipples. There was more than one point when he wanted to yell "ouch" and make her stop. Only the feeble dignity that still remained to him kept him from calling out. After all, if women could put up with this, shouldn't he be able to?

He was profoundly relieved when she finally pulled her hands away and took a slight step back.

"Well, there don't seem to be any lumps," she told him.

"Great."

"But you'll need to start doing monthly self-exams."

"What?"

The doctor put her hand on her hip. "Joanne, if you want to be a woman, then you have to take on a woman's responsibilities. And that includes taking care of your breasts. Now I'm going to teach you how to check for lumps. Fold your right arm back under your head."

Joseph sighed. The doctor's tone left no room for argument. He did as she said.

"Good. Now I'm going to guide your hand through the motions. Pay attention."

He thought it had been bad before, but this was far more intrusive, touching his own breast while the doctor watched, her fingers on his, pressing them into the delicate tissue.

"Okay. That's good," she said. "Now, let me see you try it yourself on your other breast."

In his old life, Joseph had occasionally snuck home an erotic video without Madeleine knowing about it. She did not approve of such things, but happily for Joseph, there was a VCR in his study and Madeleine never went in there, on general principle. She believed, in her charming, old-fashioned way, that a man's office was his refuge, and rather sacred.

So Joseph could get away with watching his videos, as long as he used earphones. His favorites involved large-breasted women playing with their tits. Just seeing a woman handling her own boobs was enough to make him come. He couldn't help remembering that now as he groped his tit while the doctor looked on and offered advice. He was ashamed that he had ever found this kind of thing even remotely erotic.

"All right," Dr. Smith said. "That's good. Now, you just need to make sure you do that every month. Come straight to me if you feel anything unusual. Okay?"

Joseph nodded. He could just imagine how much Gus would enjoy watching him play with his tits. Frankly, he'd rather have the damned cancer.

"Now for the rectal exam," the doctor said.

She moved down to the end of the table and stood between Joseph's splayed legs. When she snapped on a pair of latex gloves, Joseph's entire body tensed.

"Do you have any pain in your anus?" she asked.

"No. But-- I, uh-- I don't--"

God. Why did Gus have to make everything so damned difficult?

"What?" Dr. Smith asked.

"I don't like to use the a-word. I prefer-- Well, you know, to talk about it as if I'm a woman--"

"Are you telling me that you would be more comfortable if I referred to this orifice as your vagina?" she asked, primly.

He nodded, humiliated.

She sighed heavily. "O-kay then. So I'll be using a speculum to dilate your a-, I mean, your vagina." She held up a scary piece of medical equipment for him to see. "It helps me get a better look. Now just try to relax. You'll feel some pressure, but hopefully, it won't be too uncomfortable."

The doctor squirted lubricant onto the speculum, and then Joseph felt the cool metal against his pussy. The doctor pushed, and the instrument slipped inside him. It didn't hurt. Gus' horse dick was far larger, and he'd grown used to accommodating that by now. But then Joseph felt the device starting to expand inside him.

"What the--"

"Just relax and breathe out," the doctor said. "We're almost there."

Her use of the word "we" irritated Joseph. They weren't having their sphincter forced open. He was. No matter how many times Joseph had gotten fucked, the sensation of having his body breached like this still felt totally unnatural.

"All right," the doctor said. "That's enough. Now I'm going to use my fingers to explore your-- uh, vaginal walls."

The doctor rummaged around inside him for a few minutes. Joseph stared at the ceiling.

"There are a few old abrasions. No tearing. What do you use for lube?"

"Vaseline," Joseph said, in a clipped voice.

Funny, he didn't really feel like chatting with the doctor's hand up his pussy.

"Well, that explains the abrasions. Vaseline's not a particularly effective lubricant." Dr. Smith withdrew her fingers from his rectum. "We're almost finished. I just need to take some swabs to check for STDs."

She reached over to the cabinet and opened a drawer.

"Oh, damn it!" she exclaimed. "If I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times to restock the exam areas before each new patient." She pulled off the gloves and threw them in the trash. "I'm sorry. I have to go get swabs. I'll be right back."

Joseph pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Hey! You can't just leave me here!"

But the doctor was gone with a quick flick of the curtain.

Joseph flopped back down on the table. "Great! Just great!" he said, out loud.

He didn't know how that woman could just leave him there like that. He hoped to God she didn't forget about him.

A moment later, the curtain was pulled open again, and for a split second, he felt intense relief. But then he realized it wasn't the doctor standing there, but one of the prisoners who worked in the infirmary, a man named Johnson. Joseph froze. Johnson grinned widely. Joseph couldn't imagine what kind of picture he made: his breasts bared, legs splayed, the tuck making him look like he was dickless, speculum sticking out of his ass, his hole spread wide open, his insides on display.

Johnson pushed the curtain all the way back and motioned to the other inmates who were nearby. "Hey, everybody, look over here."

A small group gathered around to gawk. Joseph folded his arms over his chest to cover his breasts. He desperately tried to close his legs, but the restraints held his ankles tightly in place.

"Look how far that pussy can stretch," Johnson said.

"I wish it was my dick in there instead of that metal thing," said a large black man with a shaved head. He rubbed himself through his pants.

"Hey! I need help over here," Joseph called out frantically. "Doctor!"

She came rushing back.

"What do you think you're doing, Johnson?" she demanded.

The rest of the crowd quickly dispersed. They might get off on sneaking a peak at Joseph's pussy, but none of them wanted to go to solitary for it.

"Didn't you want me to clean the exam areas?" Johnson asked, innocently.

"The ones not in use," she said.

Johnson shrugged. "Sorry, doc. Must 'a misunderstood you."

"Get back to work," she told him. "Now."

"Sure thing, doc," Johnson said.

When then doctor turned her back, he winked at Joseph and then shambled off.

The doctor snapped the curtain back into place.

"I'm sorry about that," she said.

Joseph just stared at her, in disbelief. He'd been totally exposed and humiliated, and that was all she had to say about it?

But apparently, it was, because she quickly got down to business again. She snapped on a fresh pair of gloves and took several swabs of his pussy. Then, thankfully, she removed the speculum. He was hoping she'd unfasten his ankles from the stirrups as well, but she didn't.

"I'm a little concerned about your muscle tone," she said. "Frequent intercourse can do that. It can make your-- uh, vagina a little loose."

Joseph's face went fiercely hot. God, this had to be the final indignity! The doctor didn't seem to notice his embarrassment.

"Fortunately, there's an exercise you can do to help tighten it back up again," she went blithely on. "I'm going to teach you how to do it."

She moved down between his legs, squirted lube onto her gloved hand, and inserted a finger into his pussy.

"Can you feel that?" she asked.

"Not really," he muttered, completely humiliated.

"Okay," she said. "Let's try two fingers. How about now?"

"Uh-- Well--"

She frowned. "Hmm. I've never actually had to use three before-- But, well, if that's what it takes." She inserted the third finger. "Okay. How about now?"

"Yeah. Now I feel it."

"Good. Now I want you to contract and release your an-- I mean, vaginal muscles around my fingers. Okay?"

Joseph nodded.

"Okay," she said. "Give it a shot."

Joseph tried, but it was just so very weird. He never really thought about the muscles down there, and he didn't have particularly good control over them.

"Imagine that you're having a bowel movement and stopping it," the doctor coached him.

Joseph did his best to imitate that, and then he could feel his pussy squeezing the doctor's fingers.

She nodded. "That's good. Keep going."

He bit his lip in concentration as he worked his pussy. By the time the doctor allowed him to stop, he was feeling the burn.

The doctor released his ankles, and Joseph didn't think he'd ever been so relieved in his life.

"Now, you need to start doing this regularly," the doctor told him. "Or you may end up with-- well, leakage problems. Start with five sets of ten. And work up to twenty. You'll probably need to use your fingers at first, but once you work up some strength, it won't be necessary."

She moved over to the cabinet and started rummaging around in the drawers. Joseph sat on the table, naked and cold, impatient for her to be done already. She turned back and handed him a small tube. Joseph turned it over in his hand. When he saw that it was KY jelly, his face turned red again.

"Use this instead of the Vaseline. It will make penetration easier, and keep you from getting those abrasions I saw. You might want to do your exercises while you're having intercourse. You'll be able to tell that you're performing them correctly, and it will enhance your husband's pleasure. Do you have any questions?"

Joseph shook his head. He stared down at the floor, unable to meet her eye.

"All right, then," she said. "You can get dressed now. I want you to be sure to do your breast self-examinations and your muscle exercises. Come back if you have any problems. And make sure you continue getting regular check-ups after you're released."

She made a notation in his chart and then left with a swish of the curtain. Joseph quickly dressed and fled. If he never had another physical exam, it would be too soon.

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