The Doktor starts with your breast and nipple.

The security guard steps out of the room and closes the door behind him. You faintly hear him speaking, although through the closed door, you cannot make out what is said. You assume he is talking to the Robinsons, just as the Doktor, who seems to be the one really in control here, had ordered him.

"My name is Doktor Josephine Merchant," The stunningly beautiful blonde informs you. "You will address me as Doktor or Frau Doktor when I require you to speak. Nod if you understand that Liebschen."

You nod dumbly, and the woman smiles, the warmth of those perfect teeth and lips still not reaching her ice blue eyes. She reaches out and grips your chin in a surprisingly strong grip for such delicate, well-manicured fingers. She moves your head from side to side as she studies your face. She seems very satisfied with whatever she sees in your features.

"You must have had very feminine features for a man," She observes, causing a blush of resentment to glow on your cheeks. "A boon in your present circumstance, it would be a sin for me to destroy such a young and innocent-looking beauty."

"Despite what you might still believe, you are no longer under the influence of perception-altering ****," The Doktor informs you. "The brew did contain a soporific, but of very short duration, to alleviate any distress during transition. I assure you that anything you see or feel is very much reality."

As if to illustrate her point, the Doktor holds your face so you are **** to look into her cold blue eyes as she reaches below with her other hand, and you feel slim, cool fingers caressing a breast. You clearly feel the small hanging mound being cupped, and the weight of your chest lessens as the Doktor lifts the small globe of flesh slightly. You squirm uneasily in the harness as the cupping of the breast drives home the truth of its existence.

"Ja, you feel that correctly and cannot deny it, can you Liebschen?" Frau Merchant says softly with a soft and feminine chuckle. "You have breasts, would you call them titties or boobies? Small, admittedly, but quite delightful and by their firmness, I would say they will be quite perky when you are standing up."

"No!" You deny it even though you can feel the breast still hefted and cupped in her palm.

"No? This is not a titty I hold in my hand?" The Doktor exaggerates false incredulity and amusement. "If this is not a titty, then I suppose that this is not a big stiff nipple either?"

Her fingers move on your breast, and then there is a stab of sudden minor pain that makes you squeal with surprise as your nipple is pinched. You can feel her long nails scratching as the Doktor plucks and twists the engorged teat with cruel strength. You shift in the harness in an attempt to pull away from her touch, but the Doktor maintains her vice-like grip, and all your wriggling achieves is more **** of your swollen and bruising nipple.