A cute, petite, innocent A-cup

You close your eyes and focus on the rhythm of your breathing, letting the waves of cramping wash through your widening pelvis without resistance. Minutes tick by in silence, punctuated only by your soft gasps and the occasional shift of Miss Velvet's position on her stool.

Around 1:45pm, the grinding sensation finally begins to fade to a dull, persistent ache. You open your eyes to find Miss Velvet taking measurements again, the tape stretched across your hips.

"Four inches exactly," she announces with evident satisfaction. "Your pelvis has completed its restructuring. Feel how different your lower body is now?"

She's right. Even lying flat on the table, you can sense the fundamental change in your bone structure—a width and curve that wasn't there before. Your waist appears narrower by comparison, creating the beginning of an hourglass silhouette despite your still-flat chest and masculine upper body.

Miss Velvet rises and moves to the hormone cabinet, retrieving a new syringe filled with pale pink liquid. "Time for breast development, Candy. I've decided on something petite for you—a cute A-cup. Nothing too dramatic. Just enough to complete your silhouette and eliminate any lingering masculinity in your profile."

She returns to your side, holding the syringe where you can see it. The pale pink liquid catches the light.

"This serum stimulates rapid breast tissue growth," she explains, her gloved fingers touching your flat chest just above your left nipple. "Over the next four to five hours, you'll develop proper breasts. The process causes intense sensitivity and a deep aching pressure as the tissue expands. Most subjects describe it as feeling like their chest is swelling from the inside out."

She positions the needle just beneath your left nipple. "I'm administering it directly into the mammary tissue. Two injections—one for each breast. The tissue will grow quickly, pushing outward until you have a proper feminine chest."

"Please," you whisper, though you're not even sure what you're asking for anymore.

"Shh." Miss Velvet's voice is almost gentle. "You're going to have beautiful little breasts, Candy. Perky and feminine and perfect for your frame. Just hold still."

The needle pierces your chest.