At a clinic

"Look down and you'll know." Dr. Valentine said.

John looked down and saw his chest. But it was only partly the chest he knew. On it rested two small round brastforms, creating the image of breasts. They were framed by thin green clothes. It was a surgery-gown with a wide cleavage. Below his breasts John saw the typical sight of a room in a clinic. John's fear had become reality. He was in a clinic in a surgery-gown. And soon he wouldn't be posing as a girl with a cock, but he would be one.