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Part 6.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Two weeks later, Kira was the first to notice the next phase of their
transformations, although she was still unaware of what Roosevelt and Bill
were doing in their free time, as they were unaware of the changes Kira was
implementing in her life.
Kira woke up her standard way with her body nestled tightly up against
Morgana's. She leaned over and kissed Morgana awake. Morgana grumbled a
bit, and leaned over, burying her face into the cleavage formed by Kira's
breastforms. Kira almost laughed, as she almost did every morning when her
lover did this. Morgana was many things, but a morning person was not one
of them. Given her own devices, Morgana would have slept as long as
possible, being late as often as not, but Kira did know how to handle this.
The she-male-to-be slid backwards out of bed. As she stripped off her
nightie, she said, "Come on, sleepy-head, time to get up." Morgana just
grumbled and pulled the covers over her head. Kira looked at her lover and
smiled. Time for the coup de grace. She picked up the bottle of solvent
to remove the attached breastforms and headed to the bathroom. "Well, I
was going to invite you to shower with me, but if you're not interested..."
As the shower started and the sound filtered through to Morgana's brain,
she started to move under the covers. Showering with Kira was her favorite
sex game (even when no sex was involved) and her need for sleep warred with
her need for Kira. Eventually, as happened every morning, her need for
Kira won out. Morgana threw off the covers, and stripped off her nightgown
as she ran to the bathroom. Kira had left the shower door open and was
waiting patiently, the water streaming over her body.
Morgana ran into the room and leaped into Kira's arms. Kira pulled her
back into the stall as they began something between cleaning each other and
sexual fondling. Morgana was soaping Kira's chest when she brushed Kira's
nipples. Kira gasped loudly and Morgana drew back as though she had
touched a live wire. "What is it?" Morgana asked. "Did I hurt you? Is
something wrong?"
"Not... wrong. When you touched my nipple I got this powerful... shock
shooting through my body."
Morgana flicked her fingertip over Kira's nipple, eliciting another gasp.
Morgana turned off the water, saying, "Okay, we need to get a better look.
Outside this steamy room."
"I thought you liked the steam?" teased Kira.
Morgana kissed her lover. "Kira, dear, I love you more than life, but, for
now, shut up."
Kira gave a look of mock surprise as Morgana dragged her into the main
bedroom. Morgana sat her down, and turned on all the lights in the room.
She then carefully inspected Kira's chest. After a few seconds, Kira
asked, "Well?"
"Your nipples seem larger, and they're a little puffier."
"Like... I'm growing breasts?"
Kira seemed pleased as punch, but Morgana was less than pleased. "Have you
been self-medicating? Taking hormones on the side?"
Kira was quick to rise to her own defense. "No! You and the doctor
convinced me how dangerous that could be, not that I'd ever really try it.
But I want breasts, real breasts, and if they're growing on their own, why
shouldn't I be happy?"
"Because if they're growing on their own, then something's going on inside
your body. Breasts don't just grow out of nowhere, love. We need to talk
with your doctor."
"What's a psychiatrist going to know about this?"
"Maybe nothing, but as a psychiatrist who deals with transsexuals like you,
she's bound to know doctors who will know something about it, or at least
know how to find out what's going on. You shouldn't have breasts, Kira."
Kira put her fist on her hip and gave Morgana a look of indignancy.
Morgana conciliatorily said, "Okay, you should have breasts, but they
shouldn't be just growing on their own."
"Well... I still say this is a blessing in disguise, but if it will make
you feel any better, we can go see doctor Hill on our lunch break."
"No, now. We'll call in sick to work."
"But you haven't earned any sick leave."
"So I have an unpaid sick day. Your health comes first."
"Hun, whatever this is can wait till noon."
"When the doctor's on lunch break, too? I think not."
"Morgana."
"No, Kira, if it's no big deal, then all we've done is use up a day, but if
this is a big deal then I don't want to wait too long to get the doctor's
recommendations for treatments. Now get dressed. I'll go call work." As
Kira started to dress, Morgana said, "And don't use adhesive with your
breastforms. The doctor is probably going to want to take a look at the
natural thing." Kira stuck her tongue out at Morgana. "Maybe later,
dear." Kira shook her head. Sometimes Morgana was a bit demanding and
over-mothering, but it was nice to feel loved.
Kira got dressed in her best jeans (women's jeans, of course) and blouse as
Morgana called the bank. Morgana got dressed as Kira did her make-up.
Kira was still applying her make-up when Morgana was finished dressing and
applying her own make-up. Morgana frowned at her and said, "You know, you
don't have to go all out on the make-up every time we leave the apartment."
Kira packed up her make-up. "Just because you don't want to look
presentable, don't take it out on me."
"I swear, if I'd've known what kind of a pampered fuss-budget of a woman
you'd make when we started this..."
"Yes."
"Well... I wouldn't have changed a thing. I like how much concern you
take over your appearance, but that doesn't change the fact that you can
still be a pain in the butt sometimes."
Kira stood. "Funny, I think the same thing about you right after you
service me with your dildo."
"Oh, go get in the car, you scamp." Kira giggled and escorted Morgana out
to the car.
They went to the private clinic which housed the offices and exam room of
the psychiatrist Kira was consulting with for her transformation from male
to she-male. After explaining things to the receptionist and a brief wait,
they were sent in to the doctor's office, where doctor Louise Hill was
already waiting. "Hello, ladies, what can I do for you?"
Morgana said, "Doctor, Kira's growing breasts. Her nipples are larger and
puffier than normal."
The doctor, with a stern look in her eye, asked Kira, "Are you
self-medicating? Ordering hormones over the Internet?"
With a sigh, Kira replied, "No. I'm not self-medicating."
"You don't seem too worried."
"Because I think this is a blessing. I want breasts, and now I'm growing
them. No worries about living for another 10 months before getting the
changes I want."
"Yeah, but what happens if whatever is happening changes or reverses
direction?"
"What do you mean?"
"Kira, something is monkeying with your hormone balances. Right now, it
only seems to be doing what we were planning on doing in another ten months
anyways. I say seems, because this might just be a warning sign that
you're getting too much of one hormone or another, which could be very
dangerous. And what happens if tomorrow you wake up and the whole thing
has switched around and you're getting an overlord of the wrong hormones?
Further, if your hormones are constantly changing, we won't be able
prescribe a proper hormone dosage for when you do start getting
medications. We need to get you in to see an endocrinologist to find out
what's going on."
Kira gulped. "So what now? Where do we go?"
Doctor Hill picked up the phone. "We've got an endocrinologist on staff,
so it's just a matter of when she can fit you in." The doctor punched a
button on the phone, and said, "Hi, Jen, how's it going? Great. Look,
I've got a referral here, kind of an emergency. When can Pepper fit them
in? Really? I'll send them right over." She hung up the phone and said,
"Our endocrinologist had a cancellation. You can see her right away. Down
the hall on your right. Doctor P. Hill."
"P. Hill? Any relation?"
"She's my wife."
"Wife?"
"Technically, ex-husband. Like you she's a transsexual. We were married
before she started her change, and even though our marriage has been
officially dissolved, she and I are lovers for life. But enough personal
stuff. My wife is waiting."
Kira and Morgana left the office. After they were gone, Louise Hill opened
Kira's chart and wrote "On schedule," on the top sheet.
Morgana and Kira went down to the office of the endocrinologist. There,
the nurse took some tests. They had another long wait before a tall,
beautiful woman came in and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm doctor Pepper
Hill. Since you're working with my wife, I think we'll save everybody a
lot of confusion if you just call me Pepper."
Kira felt at ease with the new doctor and asked, "Okay, Pepper, do you know
what's wrong with me?"
"Actually I do. You're lucky you came to me, because after hearing what
you were going through, I got some suspicions and tested for the right
thing."
"So what is it?"
"Kira, you have a very rare viral infection. It causes a temporary
suppression of the body's production of male hormones, as well as some
swelling in the tissues normally associated with female secondary sex
characteristics, breasts and buttocks most notably."
"So what's going to happen to me, and what do we do about it?"
"What we do is nothing. Well, we'll monitor you with regular blood tests,
but in your case letting the virus run its course is my best
recommendation."
"But what's going to happen to me? What's the virus going to do to me?"
"Exactly what you wanted. It's going to feminize you. It will cause your
breasts to grow, and at a far faster rate than standard hormones. Your
body will also reshape somewhat to a more rounded, feminine shape. Perhaps
you've already noticed your clothes fitting better?"
"I have noticed they were more comfortable. I thought that I was just
growing used to them. You said my breasts will grow in faster. How much
faster?"
"By the end of the week, you should have a fully developed B, maybe C, cup,
and after another week, expect a cup size more than that."
Kira smiled broadly, but then got a serious look on her face. "Wait a
minute, doc, what about Morgana? Is she in any danger from this virus in
me?"
"No danger whatsoever. The fact is, we have no idea how the virus is
transmitted. It just seems to show up in some people, run its course, then
disappear. It's not airborne, not transmitted through touch, or bodily
fluids, or by any other means we can find. And even if she did have it,
the virus has no effect on a woman. But just to be sure, I think we should
run a quick blood test on Morgana."
Morgana said, "Now wait a second, I don't-"
Kira said, "Please, love, for my peace of mind?"
Morgana sighed. "Alright, love. For you."
Pepper said, "Go on out to my nurse. She knows what to do."
After Morgana left, Kira asked, "Pepper, if I ask a question, will it be
kept confidential?"
"Of course, why do you ask?"
"I wanted to ask you about something that I'm pretty sure Morgana would
object to."
"Oh?"
"The breast growth this virus will give me, is there any way to accelerate
its effect?"
"Accelerate? You'll be gaining in weeks what would normally take years to
get. How much faster do you want?"
"Perhaps accelerate is the wrong word. Amplify is better I think. I'd like-"
With an amused smile, Pepper said, "A really big pair of hooters?" cutting
to the heart of the request.
"Not exactly how I thought a doctor would phrase it, but yes."
"Actually, yes, there is something we could do. We have discovered ways of
amplifying and reducing the virus's effects." Pepper took out her
prescription pad and scribbled out a sheet. "Take this to our pharmacy.
It's the only one in town that carries the medication you want. Take one
pill immediately, then take one pill every evening before bed, and one
right after breakfast. No more than that. Continue to take the pills
until you are one cup size smaller than where you want to be."
"Okay. And you're not going to tell Morgana?"
"Not without your permission. But I think you should tell her."
"I don't think she'd like it."
"Can't be avoided. In a couple of days, you'll have at least a C cup. If
you haven't told her by then, she'll probably drag you back here thinking
something's wrong. From what I've seen, she cares very deeply for you.
Take it from my personal experience, be honest. It'll cause less problems
in the long run."
Morgana returned to the room. "Got a clean bill of health, love. We can
go now."
Kira briefly looked into Pepper's eyes and said, "First we need to stop by
the pharmacy. On the way I've got something I have to tell you." Pepper
smiled approvingly.
After they left, Louise Hill came in. She walked right over and sat on
Pepper's lap. "So, love, are things proceeding as planned?"
With a great deal of melancholy, Pepper said, "Of course."
"What's wrong, love?"
"I just wonder if we're doing the right thing."
"We went through this same thing."
"But we did this to ourselves. We may not have known what we were doing to
ourselves, but at least starting it was our choice."
"And look at what it did for us. Would you deny others that joy?" Pepper
moodily said nothing. Louise turned Pepper's face up to hers. "Would you
go back if you could? Undo any part of it?"
"No. Not even a part of it. But that doesn't mean it was easy."
"Of course not. The harshest medicines rarely are. The Organization is
right. We have the device to cure society of some of its worst ills."
"I still worry."
"So do I, darling. It's what makes us doctors. Now have you heard
anything from the other two, Bill and Roosevelt?"
"No, but it won't be too much longer. Unless either has an immunity to the
secondary effects of the virus, their breasts are going to start growing in
in the next couple days."
Their nurse, Jen, came in. "We may have a problem."
Pepper asked, "What?"
"The target Bill's girlfriend, the nurse. She has access to other doctors
and may take Bill to another source for tests."
"Yes, we know this. But the presence of the virus within her system should
draw both of them to us."
"That's just it. She recently had to take a blood test due to potential
exposure to infectious substances. We got a hold of the blood sample."
"And?"
"No presence of the virus was detected."
"Damn!"
Louise asked, "What went wrong? We sent Bill the virus."
"I don't know! We could be very screwed."
"Couldn't we get her a new dose?"
"The more complex aspects of the virus that would draw her to us take six
to eight days to incubate in the body. Even if we got it to her right now,
it wouldn't bring her to us. It might even generate suspicion towards us
if she suddenly had this subconscious urge to take her boyfriend to a
doctor she's never worked with. It's too late. Lillith will have to go
through the rest virus-less."
"Why haven't we noticed a lack of change in her behavior?" The doctors
looked to Jen. "What's the report on the girl say?"
Jen explained, "Apparently the girl has a sexually adventurous nature, and
was already bi-sexual. The virus would've done very little to her."
Louise asked, "So what do we do about her?"
Pepper said, "Nothing to do. We'll just have to wait and see."
Outside, Kira and Morgana walked to the car. Morgana asked, "Are you sure
you want to do this?"
"Yes, I do. What about you? I'd thought that you were going to object to
my doing this."
"Well, now that I know this virus isn't going to make you ill or anything
like that, I couldn't be happier that you're planning on growing a nice big
rack."
"Even if I didn't want a pair for myself, that'd convince me to do this.
I'd do anything for you."
"You really would, wouldn't you?"
"Of course. I love you, Morgana."
There was a brief flash of a look on her face that Kira couldn't identify.
"Let's go home, love."
They got into the car and Kira reached over and took her lover's hand. She
expected Morgana to lean over and kiss her, but Morgana just instead turned
her hand and gave Kira's hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it and
starting the car. Kira didn't get it. There was a cold distance between
them that hadn't been there only seconds ago.
As she fished a pill out of the medicine bottle, she asked, "Are you sure
you're okay with this? Just say the word, and I'll forget all about this."
Morgana had a brief twitch that reminded Kira of a flinch, but Morgana just
gave her a forced smile and said, "Take the pill, darling. You deserve it."
Kira didn't understand. There was definitely something distant in
Morgana's demeanor, but why wouldn't she talk about it? Morgana could tell
her anything.
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