Ms. Emari

"You must be Ms. Emari?"

The woman smiled and offered her hand as Bethany looked at her and nodded. "Welcome, please follow me this way." They turned down the hallway and as they walked, Bethany took a moment to review the file before she turned and indicated that they would be using exam room 4. It was a plain room that was not like a regular doctor's office but a spacious relaxation room that had a desk, couch, loveseats, and several collections of various materials for patient use.

"Please, have a seat."

After closing the door behind them, Bethany pulled the computer log up and inputted the date, time, and logged in her credentials as the charge nurse (getting a slight kick out of "nurse") and then turned to look at her. "So, what's the problem?"

The younger woman fiddled around a bit before she looked down at her pants. Bethany's eyes traced down with her and then paused, looking at the bulge that was growing lower and lower down her right leg. "You're kidding me..."

Amber shook her head. "I...I don't know how..."

Bethany turned her head to look back at the notes and then noticed the section where it indicated the prior gender of the user. "It says here that you're biologically male, or were. You don't know how to masturbate yourself?" She looked back at her patient who was blushing and then looked back down at herself. "I see...so you're in this body and you don't know what works and what does not?"

Amber looked back at her and then gasped as Bethany walked over, standing about 3 inches taller than her before the heels, and she shuddered as the older woman placed her hand onto her cock and ran it up and down. Even though she was wearing the jeans that were rather bulky and loose fitting, the feeling of the blonde's hand over her caused her to let out a soft moan.

"Hm...looks like we have some blockage, Ms. Emari." Bethany smiled gingerly as she looked at her hands still massaging the woman's body. "Would you need some help with your donation?"