44: Physical - II

Mark lay in the chair unable to escape as Emily continued to push the dildo in.

He breathed deeply, his breasts rising and falling, until the sensation finally reached his entire body.

His heart raced, and an almost electrifying thrill coursed through his veins as he watched the women see him defenceless.

As the sensations coursed through him, he leaned back slowly, allowing his body to sink into the elevated chair.

Just as the dildo almost reached his favourite spot, his hips voluntarily pushed down slowly as the momentary pleasure took over his rationality.

"I see you are already quite used to playing with yourself down there. What was it ...? Ah, ass-pussy. Do you call it that as well, Mia?"

"N-hnnngggg...." Mark could only moan as the dildo retracted before going back in again. His hands instinctively clenched, while his feet curled tightly.

"I see... So, how do you masturbate with your ass pussy?" Emily asked, smiling, taking his moan as a sound of approval.

"Once, twice a week? No? Then 7 times?... More?"

"Haaaaa~~♡ ha~ ha~," Mark let out a ragged breath as the dildo once again hit his most sensitive spot.

"I see... I understand that you want to explore your body but that may be a little too much. And who is your boyfriend? He sure seemed to have liked your chest?" Emily teased as she spotted the hickies over his chest. "It looks quite recent. Don't tell me you were busy with your boyfriend before coming here."

"Hnnggggg~~" Mark closed his mouth tightly and shook his head 'no', not wanting his mom or Alice to have any strange ideas between him and Derrick.

"Oh, was that a secret from your mom? Well, I am sure you will be able to work out everything soon." Emily pinched his nipple gently, before smiling and pushing the dildo down once more.

"Haaa~~"

'what kind of **** is this? And is she moving the dildo only when she wants me to pick an answer?' Mark couldn't help but think.

"Nurse, can you collect the sample?" Emily withdrew from the dildo before looking at Agatha and Alice, "why don't we talk separately?"

With a curtain drawn separating them, Emily took some papers out before signing them. "Mia seems ready to transition. This document should help you with anything legal for changing her gender."

"Thank you, doctor..." Agatha took the paper from her feeling slightly complicated.

"What is it?"

"No, It's just... I didn't know she was struggling all these years until just recently. I hope I can make it up to her and lead her as a mother better now."

"There's no need to worry. She seems to be a little tight-lipped, that's all. Most girls who come here are like that. Scared to open up. But her body language and the very evident changes make it clear. She just needs a little push that's all."

"Yes..."

"Also, this is a new clinical study we are conducting," Emily said, handing over a thick document. "It's about using stem cells to create a functioning womb and vagina. It's still in the experimental phase, but the research so far is promising. We are currently looking for investors... And if Mia is willing, we can have her scheduled for the trial."

"Hmmm..."

"Doctor, we have collected the sample. Shall we prep the patient for the operation?" The nurse entered from behind the curtain.

"Yes." Emily stood up. "And Agatha, let me know when you make the decision."

Mark lay on the hospital bed, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling his nostrils. His mind swirled with confusion as he slowly woke up from the heavy haze of anaesthesia. Blinking against the harsh overhead lights, he felt disoriented.

As his mind cleared, he immediately reached down to check himself, instinct taking over as he pushed against the cool fabric of his hospital gown.

'It's still there... Whew...'

Just as he tried to sigh in relief, a wave of panic surged through him as he felt the bandages wrapped around his throat and face. He let out a hoarse whisper, “What happened?”

“Mia?” A familiar voice broke through the fog. Alice and Agatha got up from the bedside chairs.

“What happened?” Mark rasped, forcing himself to sit up, his heart racing. “I remember the nurse… and then…”

Agatha reached out, placing a calming hand on his arm. “You underwent surgery, Mia. Dr. Emily performed the procedures. No need to worry."

Mark’s mind raced, trying to piece together fragments of memory. Images of the doctor’s office flashed before him—Emily’s calm demeanour, her questions about sex and relationships. But there was no mention of any surgery.

Seeing the confusion on his face, Agatha elaborated, "It was for your voice dear. We noticed you were having trouble maintaining it. But now that the surgery is over, you should have no more issues."

Just then, the door swung open, and Emily strode in, clipboard in hand, “Mia! Good to see you awake. Don't try to speak for now. You need some time to heal” she said, her voice reassuring yet authoritative.

“The surgery was a success,” Emily continued, adjusting her glasses as she reviewed his vitals. “We completed the vocal feminization and facial feminization procedures on your nose, cheeks, and lips. Gone are the shadows of your Adam's apple and tomboy-ish features." Emily smiled.

Mark’s heart raced as he processed her words.

"I know you are excited to see the results but you need to wait some time before we remove the bandages."