Sadie decides on grafting and hormones

I look up at Sarah and try to consider her options and not think outside of them. What little I knew about hormones said that it would be a bad idea to mess around with them. They controlled everything and there were even safety concerns when transgender women took them. I’d never heard of light doses of hormones, but it kind of made sense. If enough hormones could change a person completely, then less of them could help. I’d have to ask a doctor about it though as Sarah seemed to eager to be a reliable source. Surgery was a huge no. I needed all of this to be completely reversable and messing up my chest, let alone my hips and ass, was unacceptable. The fat grafting was as new to me as the light hormones, and seemed like a happy medium. It was hard to push past thinking of what it would like to have real, or at least realistic, breasts… but when I did, this made sense. I’d still have some questions, but thinking this way and not focusing on body shaping clothing seemed to be the way to go.

With a sigh, trying not to sound defeated, I put my hand atop Sarahs and say “I guess out of those options, I’d like to talk to the doctor and surgeon about the light hormones and fat grafting. The seem reasonable, but I need medical assurances that they’d be reversable. A year from now I want to be my normal self again.

Sarah smiled and slid her sunglasses on, looking particularly confident. “That’s what I thought you’d say. I went ahead and booked sessions with both of them for late this afternoon! They work in the same medical complex so we’ll be able to sneak in after your electrolysis.

Of course she already set them up. Even when I get a choice, Sarah seems to be a step ahead and made the options so that there wasn’t really a choice.

Just before we walked into the stylist where Stacy would be doing my electrolysis herself, I jumped and let out a little yelp as I felt Sarah’s hand reach down and pinch my rear. “What was there for!”

I just wanted to demonstrate how well you were doing on your heels Princess! After a couple days in your taller sneaker heels, you’re managing these pumps like a pro. You’re swinging your hips and not even focusing on your steps. And now you’ve successfully been startled and not fallen over like a baby giraffe. You’re doing so well!

I had to admit that she was right. I’d forgotten that I even had heels on and my feet didn’t hurt… but damn, a pinch wasn’t really necessary. Was it?

Once I was laid out on the table, undressed down to my panties, Stacy sat net to me and started to go over the basics of how electrolysis worked. I could feel my nerves starting to ramp up as my mind kept focusing on the grafting and hormones. As I was having trouble concentrating anyway I finally smiled up at her and asked “I’m sorry Stacy, but can we just move on with it. I read the pamphlet and know to take care of my skin especially well afterward. I’m sure Sarah will have a new lotion for me and this will save me so much time on shaving that it’s side effects are worth it.”

Stacy was happy enough to move on and got to work, starting with my face. The first few pokes didn’t hurt but Stacy kept turning up the current, telling me to let her know when it was too painful. When I reached that threshold, she dialed it back a bit and then really went to work, saying my pain tolerance was good as it wouldn’t take as long per follicle. I wouldn’t say I could mentally float away as each hair follicle Stacy worked on felt like a hot pinch to my skin, but the music, the light, the warm table, the little bit of steam, and the scented candles all lent to a very relaxing atmosphere. By the time Stacy got down to my chest she had me take a break and I could feel all the skin from my neck up feel a little swollen, but the pain was just mild and in the background.

We kept getting breaks every hour or so, both for me to relax and for Stacy to make sure her hand wouldn’t cramp up. The only difficult parts, at least on my part was when she pulled my panties down and did my ‘Brazilian’ area. When she saw the cage she quietly excused herself. I felt the cage unlock just as Stacy returned, having evidently talked to Sarah. “Now Sadie, I’m going to have to handle and move parts of your body down here. No matter what you do, you’re going to react. That’s perfectly normal. Know that this is, however, a professional service and you won’t be receiving anything other than electrolysis. Understood young lady?”

I nodded, wishing and hoping for the ground to open up and just swallow me away.

With the ground remaining intact and not ending this moment of my life, Stacy got back to work. It wasn’t as humiliating as I’d thought it might be. Yes, an attractive older woman was manipulating my penis, scrotum, and the sensitive skin around that area, but at the same time she was also putting a hot probe to those same areas. When she was finished with my front, I was allowed to stay out of my cage and turned over. The process started anew up at my neck as she slowly worked her way down. The only embarrassing portion on my rear half was my rear itself. Stacy had to have one of her assistants come in to pull my cheeks apart as evidently she truly meant to be thorough and got all the hairs even there.

By the time she was finished with my feet I was told to roll over and relax. Just as Stacy walked out Sarah came in holding up a bottle of lotion. This’ll help your skin feel better, bur remember Stacy said it might be a little touchy for a day or so. Here, let’s start down here”

Sitting on Stacy’s stool Sarah put some of the lotion in her hands, warmed it up by rubbing her hands together, and then grabbed my penis. When my head shot up she just turned to me and said quietly “Nope, just lie back and we’ll be done with this part quickly.”

I probably should have recognized what she meant by that, but it still took me by surprise when she had me all lotioned up down there and slid me into the chastity cage. “There… all safe and soft, just like a good girl!”

I closed my eyes in frustration as I felt my physical reaction of being handled continue and was soon swelling against the cage’s imprisonment. The swelling was not helped in the least by Sarah slowly and methodically applying the lotion everywhere.

When we were all finished and I was once again in my femmy clothes, we walked out, thanked Stacy and her assistant, and left the mall. The drive over to the medical complex was short and quiet and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster with each mile.

We checked in and were seated in the doctor’s office in no time. All the photos in his office were of topless or fully nude beautiful women. Some had before and after shots, but most were truly studio quality beauty shots of obviously wonderful work he’d done. Or rather… that she’d done.

Dr. Lacy Straker was a short attractive woman that looked like she was in her late-forties. Part of her initial presentation, as it was obvious she was selling herself from the start, was saying that she believed so well in her practice that she partook of the services herself. When we learned that she was in fact in her mid-fifties, both Sarah and I silently mouthed ‘Wow!’ to each other.

When Sarah told her we were mainly looking at fat grafting, to give me some breasts and enhance my hips and ass while reducing my waist, Dr. Lacy was happy to go over how it worked. Most of it was doctory sciencey gobbledygook, but it was primarily them sucking the fat from my waist and shaping that area down to smooth curves, adding a sterile non-reactive additive to the fat to increase it’s volume, and pumping it into key points of my body through small holes. The holes would heal almost completely away and would leave me with the appropriate curves.

She had me stand up and undress down to my panties so she could get an idea of a starting point. The exam was quick and medical and once done I was allowed to re-dress. She then pulled up some images of very attractive women. I could see by their natural curves, small busts and rears that they were before pictures… but then she brought up the real before pictures. Of men.

Even Sarah was surprised by how effective the before and after photos were. The ‘after’ shots truly did make the men look feminine. Dr. Lacy added that they’d done a little lipo on their necks and chins as well, but that I wouldn’t need that as I was a decade younger than these previous models. The breasts and butt weren’t nearly as big as I thought they’d be, but it was clearly enough to change my average man body into an average woman’s body.

When I leaned forward, ready to ask the only real question that mattered to me, Dr. Lacy smiled and answered before I even got to voice it. “And to answer your question Sadie, yes, this is completely reversable.”

She brought up a final photo from the same model in the first set and except for him being significantly thinner, he was clearly masculine again. “As you can see, this model was restored to his masculine shape. He has six small scars, two on his chest, two on thighs, and two under the curve of his buttocks, but other than that he’s returned to his former state. And if you don’t believe it….” She pulled up a final sales photo that completely satisfied me about the safety and efficacy of the procedure. It was a photo of the man and Dr. Lacy and their children for a Christmas card. “…he’s my husband.”

We discussed my health history and our future plans. Dr. Lacy only ended up with two real concerns. First, was the time frame. She mentioned that my body would only truly be adapting to the new fat deposits in six months and that I’d be pulling it back out soon thereafter. She suggested we wait two years, but said it wouldn’t be a deal breaker if I needed to reverse the procedure sooner. The other concern was the hormones. She said normal or heavy hormones would also increase fat to these areas and the introduction of her procedure plus those by my own body would increase several times over. I could go from my prospective B cup breasts to a full C or even a small D cup. She in fact worked with some transgender women and they liked this effect… and assumed that it wasn’t what I was looking for. She did seem satisfied when we mentioned that we’d be going with smaller doses and were only looking for some of the feminizing effects and not the body shaping effects.

Dr. Lacy wrote out a quick set of hormone levels that we were to give to the prescribing doctor and told not to exceed these levels. That way we’d be on the safe side. The last thing was booking the procedure and my heart almost stopped when her office assistant said we could perform the procedure Sunday morning. Tomorrow.

Walking out Sarah was all kinds of excited. “That’s so great Sadie! You’re going to have your boobies for your first stream!”

Where Dr. Lacy was happy and calm and understanding of our personal scenario, the doctor we saw about the hormone treatment was the exact opposite. It was clear from the get-go that Dr. Stevenson was here for a payday as he made clear that he wasn’t supposed to prescribe these without approval from a gender counselor. His rant on the ridiculousness of this requirement above is obvious superior decision making was annoying, but Sarah and I both sat through it, knowing that waiting for a gender counselor to approve me for the hormones would take months.

When he was finally ready to talk brass tacks, he said we’d use a particular pharmacy that would mail us the hormones. The labels would be falsified so that there would be no evidence of what I was taking, how much of it I was taking, and most importantly to him, where we got it from. He had us hand write down the code so we’d know what each pill and injection was and how to take it. The estrogen was easy as it would be the only injection. It would be labeled Benzylpenicillin as both were injections into a muscle. The doc then taught Sarah how to give me the injection as he highly suggested it go into my rear each day. The spironolactone, the testosterone blocker, would come labeled as propranolol and would be taken twice a day. And finally, the progesterone would come labeled as amlodipine and would be taken once a day. He laughed, saying that if anybody looked into the medications, they’d simply think I had high blood pressure and a bad infection. Only if the meds were studied in a lab would they see that they were hormone treatments.

When I asked about the doses, he waved me off while looking at his watch. “Yeah yeah, your girl there and I talked about it. Just enough to get the changes you want.”

I looked nervously at Sarah, not really trusting the way he didn’t seem to care but she just shrugged and pushed the paper from Dr. Lacy onto his desk. He looked at it for a moment, nodded, and then surprisingly tossed it away. “Got it. Now, let’s talk payday. You pay the pharmacy the full price, don’t even try to get this through insurance, and they’ll get me my cut. This initial consultation costs you four grand. And that’s payable right now.”

I was a little surprised to see Sarah pull out a stack of forty one-hundred-dollar bills and hand it over. Dr. Stevenson counted it twice and put it in his pocket before writing out the prescription numbers. “Remember, one injection of benzylpenicillin each morning, one propranolol capsule in the morning and one at night, and one amlodipine capsule in the morning.”

Walking out of the office I couldn’t help but compare the two consultations. Sure, Dr. Lacy’s work was above board and she wanted us to be happy while Dr. Stevenson was technically bypassing rules for us and therefore interested in discretion and money… but I liked her and disliked him. Sarah’s assessment was more efficient as she started up the car. “She was nice. He was an asshole.”

On the drive home I think back to everything that’s happened. The fire that took out my apartment on Tuesday. Wednesday we went shopping, got my hair done, and got my lips plumped. Thursday I had my name legally changed and people were already seeing as a woman. Friday I got my nails done, learned hot to take care of my skin and learned how to put on makeup, and met a streamer that I knew Louis who didn’t recognize me at all even as I was held in his arms. And now today I had my hair treated so I wouldn’t have to shave for a longer time, got prescribed hormones, and had an appointment for a medical procedure to give me curves and breasts.

I was pulled out of my musing when Sarah nudged me. I saw that we were back home and walked in with her. As I turned to go into my room, mentally and emotionally burned out, Sarah took my arm and pulled me close. Very close.

As her hand came up to my cheek she smiled and gave me a very soft, but very long kiss. When she pulled away she whispered in a sultry tone “You’ve been a very good girl today. I’ve been pretty hard on you and you’ve not only rolled with all the punches, you’ve accepted them. I think my girly boy deserves a reward.”

I let my purse fall to the ground as Sarah started pulling me toward her bedroom.