This choice: Robin arranges a visit to the local F-virus clinic. • Go Back...Chapter #5Robin arranges a visit to the local clinic. by: Mr. George   With Robin's bimbo concerns settled, she called the clinic. A sympathetic sounding woman took her details, and arranged an appointment for 2:00 in the afternoon. She introduced herself as Sandra, and asked for full and honest answers.
Nodding invisibly, she lead Robin through a range of questions. The first being whether she detected any fuzziness in her thoughts, or had she giggled, even for a moment, at her own situation.
Firmly, Robin assured her she didn't have the bimbo strain.
Sandra gave a non-committal grunt in answer. Perhaps doubting Robin's own judgement.
"I haven't ever giggled in my life. Let alone about this." she assured Sandra.
"You're probably right."
"Probably..." Robin answered, her voice rising to shrillness as she interrupted.
"As I say, you're probably right. But there are certain strains where... that appears at a later stage."
"Uh-huh..." Robin answered, not feeling capable of saying more. Her whole world not unsettled once more.
"And do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Well, I'm not used to this bust, or that... -erm- between my legs..." She didn't want to say pussy, as if it would make everything more real.
"Some strains of the F-virus make the sufferers nauseous to wear any clothes. Though a thong can be tolerated, or a simple bikini."
A squeak of surprise slipped from Robin's lips. She had found the dressing gown to be coarser than she liked. A terrified thought chasing away her calm once more.
"I'm... wearing a dressing gown. It's thick and cosy, a warm woollen one." she answered. Not sure why she'd added all the details, was she trying to prove she was still manly, wasn't wearing a diaphanous, silky one?
"That's fine. Then we won't have to arrange for you to be picked up."
"Can you estimate your cup-size?"
"No... But they're quite substantial. They're like as big as my head. They make my shoulders hurt."
"And do you look Asian?"
Robin squeaked once more, "No... It's not that strain. They're not that big." you find yourself imagining the sheer weight, the incredible sensitivity. Horrified at the imagined size of nips as big as that.
"Er... Robin?" Sandra sounds a little uneasy, "Were you originally a woman, or a man?"
"I'm a man." you fight your anger down.
"That's good." Sandra assures you, "For some women, the changes aren't always fully reversed. Leaving some sufferers to have an extra cup size or two, even after the full course of treatments."
Sandra tells you, the course involves an initial injection to destroy the virus, followed by a week long course of pills to help you return to your normal form. She asks if you want to book into the clinic for the entire week, or simply get the injection, and come home with the pills.
She advises staying for the full week, as the pills are absolutely inflexible in their routine. She also warns you that skipping of forgetting to take them even once would render the rest of them useless, and leave you open to re-infection, and without any way to restore your original body.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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