43: Physical

Mark stood at the bus stop, his chest heaving from the run, his maid uniform smeared with grime from the dumpster and his stockings torn.

Though no one approached him, he could feel the crowd sneaking glances at him as he stood at the bus stop.

After what felt like an hour, a black Ferrari pulled up, its engine growling. The tinted window rolled down slowly, revealing Alice’s cool, indifferent expression.

"Get in,” Alice ordered, her tone cool and commanding.

Mark wasted no time, scrambling towards the car. Just as he was about to reach the door, his heels snapped, tripping himself over and banging his head against the car door.

He didn't have to turn around to check his skirt. The cold soothing breeze against his still red ass cheeks was enough to let him know that he had his bare ass exposed to the entire crowd of strangers.

Struggling to get up, he opened the car door and got in. The soft rich leather seats felt like a temporary sanctuary.

Mark immediately slumped down, his face burned with embarrassment and humiliation, gripping his skirt down as best as he could as he hoped Alice didn't notice.

Alice glanced at Mia, her expression unreadable. “What’s that smell?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. “Did you swim in a dumpster or something?”

Mark shifted uncomfortably. “I...Yeah...”

"What?"

"..."

*SIGH*

"You better pay for the door and the car wash."

"Yes..."

"Did you bring the clothes? Can we stop somewhere for me to change before going back home?"

"..."

"Alice?"

Alice remained quiet. She drove in silence until they reached Rebel, her very own fashion store. Parking the car, Alice turned to Mia.

Mark's heart sank. “Why... are we here again? I just -” Mark immediately closed his mouth seeing Alice irritated.

Her eyes narrowed. “Mom is waiting inside. She wants us to go someplace together."

"What..?"

Confused with the vague explanation, Mark quickly followed behind Alice as she walked out of the car.

As they entered the store, the clerk at the front desk greeted them with a curious look.

Alice shot Mark a warning glance and then turned to the clerk. “This is ...Mia, my sister.”

The clerk’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, it’s so nice to meet you! Alice never mentioned having a sister. You look adorable in that outfit.”

"Adorable little slut, maybe," Alice answered almost inaudibly before continuing, "Is mom inside? Oh, and we need to find something for her to wear. Something modest."

"Yes, she is waiting inside. And don't worry she has already picked an outfit for the young miss."

The clerk soon led Mark and Alice to a private changing room where Agatha sat waiting.

As he stepped inside, he found Agatha waiting for him, a mixture of concern and maternal authority etched on her face.

“Mia Walker, where did you run off to earlier? I thought I told you that we have an appointment for today.” Agatha exclaimed, standing up to meet her new daughter. But as soon as she inhaled, her expression shifted. “Ugh... What on earth happened?” She wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant odour wafting off him.

“I, uh…” Mark stammered, suddenly self-conscious. “I had a little incident... Um... It was not my... I mean...”

*SIGH* "We’ll discuss this in detail later,” Agatha said firmly, cutting him off. “First, go and get yourself cleaned up." She motioned for the clerk to take care of it.

With that, the clerk led him to another room where a warm bath awaited. Undressing, Mark stepped into the tub, the heat enveloping him and washing away the grime of the day. He soaked for a while, letting the warmth soothe his nerves, hoping Vanessa had not discovered that it was him earlier.

With heavy steps, he walked to the dressing table where his clothes and a small makeup kit lay. Changing into the fresh pair of underwear, he slipped into the soft green mini sundress Agatha had picked out for him.

As he gazed into the mirror, he unconsciously applied lipstick, blush and eyeliner, completing the basic makeup routine that Sarah had taught him, all the while lost in thoughts of Vanessa.

Mark pursed his lips together, then smacked them with a soft pop, the sound echoing in the quiet space, breaking him out of his reverie.

"Mia? Are you ready?" Alice entered the room without permission, only to be surprised by seeing her former brother apply makeup. "...If you are done, come, let's go."

Upon Agatha's directions, they soon arrived in front of a posh clinic.

"Um, mom why are we here? Did something happen?" Mark asked slightly confused.

"Mia,.. I know I haven't always been there for you. But that changes from now on. I promise to always be there for you..."

"What?...okay..."

Opening the door, Agatha led Mark and Alice inside the clinic.

As the only patient booked for the day, the nurse greeted him with a professional smile. “Welcome, Mia. We’re ready for you. Please follow me.”

With a short introduction, the nurse led Agatha, Alice, and Mark to the doctor’s room.

Inside, a woman with warm brown eyes introduced herself. “I’m Dr. Emily Peterson. It’s nice to meet you, Mia.” She gestured for him to sit on the examination table.

The pretty nurse walked behind him, helping his arms out of the mini dress and bra.

"Wa-wait" Mark tried to protest.

"It's okay, Mia; we are just doing a small physical check-up to see how far along you are."

Slipping on a pair of gloves, the doctor carefully lifted his breasts to feel their weight and evenness.

'what is happening?!!!' Mark started to panic unable to understand what was going on.

"So, I understand you have been self-medicating?" The doctor asked trying to understand his situation.

Though it was not the first time she had seen a patient who did this, she was genuinely worried seeing how large his breasts had become, which indicated the patient was potentially self-medicating for a longer period.

“Y-yes,” Mark stammered, hesitating as he tried to respond.

At this point, he had to accept that he couldn't fix this himself and decided to out Amy and seek a proper medical solution from the doctor. Even if Amy threatened to release compromising pictures of him, he believed Kate would be able to handle it and manage some damage control, as she had done in the past.

'Yes! That will work! I can finally go back to being a man!'

"Th-the thing is I actually got the **** from a senior. She, umm -"

"Yes, your mother has already informed me of that. I know it's difficult but I hope you can talk to your parents or professors before doing anything with **** yourself."

"No.. that's not what I meant. She -"

*Ouch*

Taking a syringe out, the nurse carefully drew out his blood before placing a cotton ball and folding his arm back.

"Okay, stand up now" Emily carefully held his arms as Mark stood up.

Before he knew it another nurse came around and carefully slid his panties down one leg and then the other, letting them rest on his right ankle.

*KYAA* Mark let out a girly scream as he nearly jumped from the sudden movement of the nurse's hands.

The doctor promptly led him to an elevated chair. Before Mark could process what was about to happen, Emily activated the remote next to the chair, lifting him into a nearly reclined position. As the chair adjusted, it started to spread his legs apart, giving everyone in the doctor's office a clear view of his nether region.

"Oh my..."

*GASP*

Although Mark couldn’t see their faces, the soft gasps and whispers between the nurses made him flinch and attempt to close his legs, only to realize that his feet were already strapped to the chair at some point.

*GIGGLE*

The obvious giggle from his sister prompted the doctor to speak. "Mia, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, in your case, you are lucky to have a micropenis. I am sure you will be able to pass wearing a bikini without any surgery."

'I don't want to wear a bikini and I used to be a lot bigger!' Mark wanted to scream in protest. 'This is all because of that ****.'

"Mia, try to relax now. We just want to check some things while collecting your semen sample," Emily spoke in a soothing voice as she gently pinched his dick trying to stimulate it.

"What? No-oo!"

Not having much to work with, she carefully spread his ass cheeks as if to inspect something. "Ah, I see you're already used to masturbating with your asshole. Nurse, can you hand me a medium-sized dildo?"

As if already waiting for her to ask, the nurse immediately handed a dildo covered with a layer of lubricant.

"Mia, relax, it's just us here," Emily spoke once again before inserting the dildo into his asshole.

"Hnnnggg~~-" Mark immediately covered his mouth as he accidentally let a moan escape.