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After he was back in his room, John slowly woke up. "Good morning John, or should I say good evening?" His mother greeted him. Slowly John opened his eyes. "Did you have a nice sleep?"

"I had a dream of somebody pumping something into my breasts until they were bigger than my head." John said still sleepy with a little higher voice than he had weeks ago. The hormones of the last week had caused his voice to get a little softer, just enough to pass as a deep woman-voice.

"Well, that actually was partially no dream." Dr. Valentine said.

John slowly faced down his body and through his still foggy eyes he saw two big mounds and a deep cleavage on his hospital gown. They were so big they hid for the first time the penis pump on his dick.

"Oh yeah, right." John said remembering what had happened to him. "I'm now the bustiest boy on the world."

Two hours later John was up. He stood behind a curtain, so his mother couldn't see him, and took his hospital gown off. "Hard to believe these big breasts are now mine." He said in a soft voice so his mother wouldn't hear him. Carefully he ran his fingers down his unnatural big and round breasts. He could feel the implants under the skin as they were firmer than his normal skin. From the last three weeks he already knew that it felt pretty good to touch his breasts, but he still hesitated to rub them like he did with his flat chest before the surgeries. But he knew that one he was home he had an appointment, and that was physician-directed by Dr. Valentine.

John turned off the penis pump and took it off. His penis got soft and hung down between his soft thighs. "Then let's get dressed." John picked up a big black bra and skilfully put it on. Over the last three weeks he had learned how to do so, as his mother **** him. She said he had to wear a bra as long as he had breasts. But John wasn't as excited as she was about it. The little weight the bra got off his chest wasn't something John couldn't bear.

After the bra came matching panties. John sighed as he looked at the sexy black garment. Despite he was O.K. with the bra, panties was for him something for girls and women, and not for a boy like him. But both his mother and Dr. Valentine persuade him to wear panties from now on. John pulled the panties up his legs and was surprised how nice they felt. And they even looked nice on his hips, despite his penis formed a bulge on them.

Next John took the jeans and put them on. They were tighter than his usual pants, but that was because they were women-cut, but he didn't know that. Then John pulled a khaki tank top over his head and breasts. The top was formfitting, slim on the abdomen and wide enough for the big breasts to fit in. "Still hard to believe I have to wear a woman's tops." John said as he looked down on the cleavage the top provided.

Last but not least John sat down on the chair, where all the clothes had lain, and put on normal socks and sneakers. He was glad he hadn't to wear heeled shoes like his mother suggested.

"I'm ready." John said as he pulled the curtain open, revealing his dressed self to his mother.

"Looking good John." His mother complimented him. "As if you have become a real woman."

"Don't say that, mom!" John protested, but it not only looked like a woman's protest, it even sounded so. He sighed. "Believe me: I'm more than happy once the whole treatment is over and I'm back into my old male self."

"Then you better get used you look womanly for the moment." His mother said, took his belongings and left the room. John followed her and together they left the clinic.