A trip to Dr. Jacobs

“Good news, hun! Dr. Jacobs rang and she’s got your prescription ready! She told us to head over whenever so let’s go now, shall we?”.

Charlene’s question was more of a statement as within the half hour, Andrea was sitting nervously in the waiting room with ‘her’ mother.

‘She’ had read up on feminizing hormones a little and was particularly averse to the side effects of growing tits and his junk shrinking, but seeing as Andrew wasn’t presenting his manhood regularly, and all the effects were reversible, the worst case scenario would be that he would have to avoid sex for a few months (or so he rationalised).

Andrea’s plan A however was to fake taking the meds and flush them down the toilet.

Unfortunately for ‘her’, Dr. Jacobs chosen administration method would foil said machinations.

“What I’m injecting into your arm is an implant. It will release a constant supply of oestrogen, so you do not have to worry about patches or pills. You will have to take finasteride tablets daily though to counteract your testosterone. Make sure to take one pill a day. If you forget for long enough, you can become seriously ill from the effects of the hormones”, Dr. Jacobs explained as she inserted the feminizing implant.

“You’ll have to come in every month for a blood test. I’ve also scheduled an appointment for you with a psychologist in a couple of days. They’ll diagnose you and help you get onto the legal side of things”.

Andrea was silent in the car on the way back, worried about the oncoming effects of the hormones that were now inescapable as a result of the implant.

‘She’ certainly didn’t want to have a heart attack or something, so taking the androgen-blocking finasteride was not up for debate.

Charlene was certainly more generous with her and her ‘daughter’s’ eating habits as of late and today was no different, taking Andrea to a cute bistro for dinner.

Charlene tried and eventually succeeded in initiating conversation, holding Andrea’s hand and reassuring ‘her’ when she realized how nervous her progeny was.

“I know it’s all happening so fast, but this really is for the best and all. Oh, I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up!”, Charlene encouraged her ‘daughter’ before reaching into her purse and pulling out some documents.

She handed them to Andrea, who upon quick inspection realized it was a form to file for a change of name, already filled in and requiring only ‘her’ signature to register ‘her’ desire to become Andrea legally.

Charlene was certainly correct, everything was happening fast.

Way too fast for Andrea.

“Wow, thanks Mom, but maybe we should like hold of a lil’…”.

As was par for the course by now, Charlene missed the point.

“Having doubts about your name, hm? Well don’t worry, if you wanna be called somethin’ other than Andrea later on we can always do another one. Though I do think Andrea is adorable. Plus we’ll need to do at least this much if the shrink is going to take us seriously. Just sign there and I’ll send it tomorrow”.

Andrea sighed and reluctantly put a nonchalant ‘X’ on the required sections.

‘I can always change it back I suppose’.

“You really need to work on your handwriting, hun”, Charlene chastised as she retrieved the signed forms.

On the way out, Charlene spotted a plain white wall and had Andrea stand in front of it while she took some pictures of ‘her’ for new IDs.

“Huh. Even a DMV photo can’t make you look ugly”, Charlene complimented her ‘daughter’, who in turn could not help but feel a small tingle of glee from the praise.

After their meal, Charlene drove them back home and made sure Andrea ate a fruit fibre snack.

Andrea in turn found it strange ‘her’ mother was so insistent but saw no problem with it.

The rationale would become clear when ‘she’ went to use the bathroom a couple of hours later and Charlene ordered ‘she’ thoroughly douche ‘herself’ after.

This could only mean one thing for Andrea: more humiliation.

‘She’d’ been putting Charlene’s lessons off for a while, but figured that sooner or later, her parent would **** ‘her’ to go through with it, so it might as well be done with already.

Upon exiting the bathroom and entering the master bedroom, Andrea saw what was awaiting her…