Inventing holistic sex correction.

Before you stands the thin waif of a freshly recovered anorexic and whatever else you managed to purge from her identity... his identity. It's incredibly difficult to remember the right pronouns when his hairy little cameltoe is blowing tight kisses at you with every adjustment of his stance. You eyeball the unwomanly things on Alex: the unshaved legs and pits, though still at feminine levels, are all you can find off-putting. Whatever tiny white hairs he's managed to grow on his face are still not masculine, and everything else is pornographically woman. You stand from your chair, partly to hide your arousal, partly to approach Alex who flinches as you near and stare down at his shame. "Alex, do you fully accept that you're a man?"

"Y... I... I am a man where it counts," Alex offers. "Gender isn't just about having a dick, right? It's about who you... are..." His voice wavers as you loop around and appreciate, visually for now, that tight bubble-butt he managed to keep on this thin frame. "Besides, I can fix that eventually."

"Yes, but with the addition of pumps and a lack of ability to reproduce..." You huff with disappointment. "An imperfect surgery, at best."

"Well it's good enough!" he spits.

"Is it, Alex? What if I told you..." Your own voice shakes, now, but you clear your throat and steady your sales pitch. "What if I told you that there is a therapeutic, surgery-free, holistic method to physical sex correction?"

"What... what's holistic?"

"It means it isn't merely carving into your crotch and taking out or putting in the parts you don't like. It would involve your whole body, your entire self, mentally and physically... and if you were successful, you'd become truly... absolutely... naturally..." Your words bring you ever closer to Alex, your nose picking up his scent, a dash of cologne to hide the woman before you, until at last you breathe the last word into and onto his ear. "... male."

He ducks away from you, shivering as he backs up and covers his breasts and crotch. His eyes are wide, terrified... confused. "B-B-But I've never heard of that!"

"It's very risky, very controversial... and takes more guts than most people have," you add with a shrug. "It involves not merely facing the physical burden of the wrong gender, but embracing it fully... and defeating it mentally. The media would never cover such a thing."

"... What do you mean by embracing-?"

"You'll learn in time with my guidance, and my guidance alone, Alex." He looks down to the pile of clothes at your feet longingly, but he doesn't dare approach. "The power of the mind over the body is amazing, Alex... but it's not easy... and it's not quick."

"But you're saying it's... you know..."

"... perfect." You let the word hang, watching as the gears turn in Alex's head. He fidgets, arms still locked onto his own body as he covers up. "But you have to follow my instructions perfectly, Alex, and you have to truly know, in your heart of hearts, that you're a man and not at all a woman."

"I-I do!" His conviction almost stops you. This isn't anorexia to him... this is real. Your intentions... no. You're in too deep now, and the fruit is growing on the vine. You couldn't stop yourself now if you wanted to.

"I know you do, Alex... which is why we should begin the treatment right away."

"I don't mean- I mean, we... should we? Is that... shouldn't I have a say in... this..?"

Your instructions seem to be wearing on his will; it is a facsimile of AGS after all, and not nearly as perfect. Fine, you decide, it just means you need to be more careful... at least until you've improved the Safe Room technique. "The longer you wait, the riskier the process... and really, I don't know that your parents will support you with hormones for much longer, nevermind surgery. Despite how I make it sound... I believe- no, I'm sure this is the safer, easier route for you, Alex."

He remains silent, those downcast crystal blues returning to your loafers and his clothes. You let the minute stretch, struggling to not let your breath catch in anticipation as the newly-minted adult fidgets and falters. Finally, in a meek voice too high-pitched to take serious, you get your "OK."

"Then we'll begin with the first step. Are you ready, Alex?" He nods, eyeing you with suspicion. "Good... now this may feel a bit odd, but just close your eyes. I'm going to approach you, and massage your temples in a very particular way, one that is necessary to begin the process." He obeys, closing his eyes and only flinching slightly as you rub his temples. You try to incorporate some silly patterns as you do this, licking your lips as you eye his frown. Her frown, perhaps. "It is done."

"W-What?" His eyes snap open, and go wide when he realizes how close you are. "What's done?"

"We've started your treatment, that's all... so now we can start with the embrace of the wrong gender, and from there release it to transform your body into that of a genuine, genetic male." Hogwash, but he nods with his first, eager smile. At last, he's into it. "Now sit on the couch here, with me."

He only stares as you take your seat. "C-Can I get dressed?" The lack of confidence in his every word, barely resembling the snarky attitude with which he's berated or taunted you in the past, almost helps keep your meat hard better than his bared flesh.

"Oh no, not at all... in fact, from now on you have to get undressed the moment we're sure of our privacy for our hour... it's just part of the treatment, Alex. Remember, I'm a professional."

"I... I can see why this is controversial."

"Oh, we're not in the controversial phase yet. But don't worry about that," you add, patting the couch as Alex returns to discomforting silence, "sit right here."

"Why?"

"Because you're going to kiss me for awhile, and it's easier if you're sit-"

"What?!"

"Alex, your inside voice, please? Or else someone might come in here and... see you, in this state. That would compromise your treatment com-"

"No, no, I mean- there's no way this treatment needs... needs that, right?"

You suppress a chuckle, and try to sound as sincere as possible. "I would never tell you to do anything that wasn't part of your treatment, Alex. This is absolutely the second step... and you need to go through with this."

He paces the room now, still as a squirming femboy, still covering his decency and avoiding the heavily curtained window. "N-No, I don't, I can... I can just do the surgery! To Hell with all of this! No wonder no one does it-!"

"Alex, you're putting yourself in danger." The pacing stops, and he looks to you with bewildered eyes. "Once we begin, we cannot stop... if we stop, your hormones will change violently, and it'll make becoming a man..." You sigh for effect. "... impossible."

Tears well in his eyes, and slowly he crumbles to his knees. "What...? Why wouldn't you... why wouldn't you tell me...?"

"I did, Alex. Didn't you hear me?" You cover your smile with your hand as you whisper in the silence of your office. "You must have been thinking about something and got distracted... Alex, it's too dangerous to stop now."

"I... I can't believe this. Then... Then when can we stop?"

"When you're completely a man..." Your grin widens behind shaking fingers. "... or fail."

"... Fail?"

"If you let yourself quit, or give up your identity at any point, well... bah, but you don't have to worry about that. Just do what I told you: keep your goal in mind, and follow my instructions. Just keep doing that, and you won't fail."

"What... what happens if I fail?"

"You become a woman... completely." His body and expression freezes as he looks up to you. "But I trust your resolve and your spirit... I know you won't let yourself down." You wipe your mouth clear of the spittle and smiling. You're salivating, perhaps from nervousness, perhaps from eagerness. In any case, you reaffirm your suggestion with a stern pat next to you. Wordlessly, Alex complies, now trapped on this alleged road to manhood... and you waste neither time nor explanation before tapping his chin and lifting his face to yours.

"I'm... I'm not ready...!"

"Have you ever kissed someone, Alex?"

"No, but I... I never wanted them to want me as a wompf."

Your lips close over his speaking mouth, your tongue dancing into hers, his, whatever's as it tries to form syllables, and his entire body spasms in a panic. A hand comes up to slap you-! You catch it with an iron grip, and scoop his head to keep it from leaving yours. Violently you kiss him for precious seconds before releasing him anew, sighing in satisfaction while he struggles for breath. "Resolve, Alex! You're a man, and you must think it throughout!"

"I'm-... I... OK, fine!" The almost skeletal young man leaps back onto you. You return to this violent, awful kissing, his tongue now amateurishly stumbling around on your teeth, your inner-cheeks, and anywhere it thought it might have a chance. Where yours is a ballroom dancer with fair experience, his is a drunkard, stumbling to every pretty molar in the club with a bad pick-up line. But still you waltz, his inexperience be damned... and gods, you've only been at this for less than a half-hour. You'll be making plenty of progress in exploring Alex's forbidden womanhood, you wager.

At last you break the kiss, and you're the first to speak, if only because Alex had held his breath until now. "We'll need to work on that in every session. You must imagine being a man, but kiss like a lady... remember: embrace the female body, and it will be primed to transform."

"What the... why the... Hell is this so tiring?"

"You were holding your breath."

"Nuh..." A gasp. "... uh..."

"... Right. Well then, we need to discuss how to proceed... and get you as female as possible for the transformation into a man." Alex nods, still unsure, but still doomed to cooperate. "You're going to go to your various hormone kits... and stop taking them."

"W-What?"

"They're preventing you from becoming a man, Alex. They're a crutch, and it's time for you to run." You pick up your clipboard (it ended up on the floor at some point during all this debauchery) and jot some notes regarding buying a safe for the office. "Just to be sure you don't accidentally take them, we'll keep them in my office. Just bring them all in when you come in next week, and bring me all of your refill prescriptions without getting them filled out."

"... okay." He's compliant, at last... and when you look up you see that his gaze is elsewhere, far away while he traces his lips with a single finger.

"Have you ever menstruated, Alex?"

That shocks him out of his revelry. "Fuck no!" His face twists, and it's clear you've insulted him. "I barely even have a... I mean, none of that matters, right?"

It will once you stop taking hormone suppressors, you idiot. Of course, he'd realize that in time... but for now, he's infertile. Safe, your more sinister plans whisper. "It won't once you've finished the treatment, since you'll be a physical male... but it is important for the treatment, so be sure to tell me if you do."

"Yeah, whatever... gawd, this is all so fucking-"

"We've got a half hour left, Alex," you interrupt his latest string of insults, "so we need to get as much ground covered as we can... and we've got a few important things left."

"L-Like what?"