You beg her to stop.

"No, no, don't. It hurts," You cry out plaintively, your voice pathetically girlish and hysterical. "Please stop, it's true I have titties."

The Doktor immediately releases your nipple, leaving it sore and throbbing. She lifts your head with her grip on your chin and now brushes a lock of baby blonde hair that has fallen over your eyes and leans forward to kiss your forehead. She pulls back slightly and smiles at you benevolently, although her eyes still do not lose their coldness.

"There, you see your first lesson, Liebschen?" She asks you in clearly feigned motherly care. "Accepting what you are told is so much easier and far less painful and humiliating."

"Yes, Frau Doktor," You tell her, but reluctant sulleness is obvious in your girlish voice.

"You are a girl now," The Doktor says firmly. "In every biological fact. You have breasts and a vagina. Your male parts, which I feel certain, judging by the size of you were distinctly underwhelming, are gone."

Tears sting your eyes, and you sniffle, trying to hold back from bursting out crying as the truth of her words hits home. It may have been true that you were far from well endowed, but not so small that you had been unable to enjoy the rare sexual encounters you had with girls.

"A homeless thief destined to be someone's bitch in prison," The Doktor continues. "A pathetic example of a man by any standard. As a girl on the other hand, you are incredibly beautiful. Your light blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes will make you a valuable and productive addition to our community."

The Doctor's words send a shiver down your spine, and alarm bells are ringing in your head. You have a nasty feeling that describing you as productive has a sinister connotation.