Tomorrow morning.

I'm up. Washed. Makeup on. I've gotten better about shaving my body hair as well. I'm smooth and sexy-- like, damn. I'm looking at myself in the mirror wondering if this is even real. Confidence boost is out of the way, and I'm ready to go. I take a deep breath, and get in the car. The drive feels twice as long, but I try to keep my brain busy with possibility.

I arrive, ready or not. The entrance in the back is a different building entirely, I think they're connected, though. I open the door, full of confidence-- and anxiety. A lavish office with gorgeous, dark grey tiling, black furniture and white walls. The crowd inside seems to be a couple of sissy boys like me, of varying levels of dedication. I notice a few women there as well seeking consultation for a male to female transition. I expected more of an energy of stress, but everyone here seems pretty happy, welcomed, and taken care of.

I sit down by a femboy who looks similar to me. He's extremely feminine, even having budding breasts. She turns to me, "Hey! You nervous?" I nod chuckling anxiously, "A little bit. My cuckoldress and her boyfriend have made awesome progress, so I'm looking into this to make some progress on my own, personal goals." She smiles warmly, "You came to the right place. These people have amazing therapy. You won't regret it." She glances me up and down briefly, "You pass really well for not having any procedures yet. What's your name?" I respond happily, "Alexis, you?" She pats her chest proudly, "Erika. Femboy. I go by either he/him or she/her. Flexible, keeping it that way."

Interesting. Focusing on femininity but keeping your masculine traits. I like that. "I've considered that myself, but, I keep dreaming of being a real woman." Erika gently pats my shoulder, "The procedures here can be reversed-- though, not without some difficulty-- but, explore yourself! You only have one life." A warmth fills me, "Thank you. It's good to know I'm not locked in, but-- I think I'm destined for womanhood. We'll see though." I finally get called back for examination. Erika waves to me, "Good luck girlfriend!" I smile, waving back.

The nurse walks me back to a room where I meet with Avery. "Welcome!" She glances me over. "Glad you could make it. Strip." I blink twice, "Oh, already?" Avery nods, "Yes ma'am! I'm excited to get to work." I blush, laughing. "I'm on it." My clothes hit the floor. She glances me over. "So, you've already got a nice feminine build, we'll only need to do some minor adjustment to the skeleton, and then it's just about gene therapy to fill you out. Facial therapy as well, but not too much. That's for serious stuff, but, obviously we'll need breast augmentation..." That's a lot to take in. "How 'Oww' is this going to be?" She shakes her head, laughing, "Only if you quit halfway. Undoing is a slow process, but doable-- just frustrating for your body."

Fair enough.

"But we almost never have that problem." She grins proudly. "We've had less than a 1% rebound rate. Currently only two patients out of over ten thousand-- and they're back and healthy in their old bodies." That's reassuring, honestly. "We'll start with some basic therapy and work our way up. I'm going to prescribe you some of our early process pills as well." She writes something down, and then motions her hands. "Bend over, girl. Gotta check your butt."

I do so. A blush doesn't reach me this time, as this feels pretty straightforward and clinical. Looking over my ass, she spreads my cheeks."C23 curvature." Her gloved hand gently grabs my balls, "Class F." A squish of my thighs and hips. "Within high feminine ranges. Over B10. Perfect." She writes something else down.

"So, those pills." I ask, awkwardly bent over. "What do they do?" She answers, suddenly inserting a finger in my ass, "They introduce a significant burst of estrogen. We're basically carpet bombing the masculinity out of you. They also include chemicals to kill most of your body hair." I squirm, twitching, "A-Any serious changes from these?" Her finger moves towards my prostate, and I moan. "Yeah, but nothing permanent right now, so make sure to keep up on them. You'll lose most of your body hair, and you will see breast enlargement. Slightly fatter ass. All good things." She pulls out her finger, and I exhale in relief.

She asks me some basic medical questions, making sure to send the pills to my pharmacy. She takes a small blood sample as well. "I'll be right back." She leaves, swiftly exiting the room. I notice a brochure for other procedures and decide to flip through them. Let's see here... Bimbofication for people into that, not my thing, personally. Hypnosis therapy. Cassidy's into that shit. Interesting, I should let her know. Penis shrinkage. Hot. Hair color changing too... so many options.

Avery comes back in. "Alright, I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't have any allergic reactions, and you're clear!" She smiles."Blood sample passed." Glances over my body once more. "You know, I wasn't sure at first... but, for funsies-- Do you want a spade as well?" Oh shit! "Yes! Please." I'm suddenly excited. "Perfect, come with me." I follow her down the hall. We reach the same room Cassidy got her tattoo in. Walking down the halls naked was a little nerve-wracking, but no one seemed to care.

"Where would you like it? Don't worry, this will be maintained perfectly with your sex transfer. As I'm sure you know, tattoos these days are easily moveable, removable and adjustable." She touches my stomach gently. "Hmm... I want it... On my ass." I slap my cheek. "Very well. We can't offer you a Queen of Spades today as you're still only in the starting process of your new body, but please, choose your favorite." She smiles.

I decide just a simple, plain spade. No Q. "Do you want a regular tattoo, or an erogenous tattoo?" She asks, typing in some information on a control panel. "What's the difference?" I ask, glancing at her screen. "The latter, when interacted with in a specific way, can activate and become an erogenous zone." She smiles. "Mine is like that, but it can only be activated by certain men."

"That's hot." Avery nods happily, "Say no more." I lay down, ass up. She starts working. It's painful at first, but eventually it becomes kind of zen I ease into it. The erogenous chemicals arouse me slightly. Afterwards, she hands me a mirror. It's magnificent.

"Amazing! I love it."