Feeling the oddest chill settle over Lil' Andy, was unsettling. The procedure wasn't painful, but the feelings were complicated. There was an odd twisting sensation, and then you saw your pants shift. It was only the slightest of moves, as they was no longer a familiar cock beneath.
Unsure if it was an illusion, or his imagination. But needing to know if it was real, or not. You reach down, as if stretching, and yawning. Dr. Ann smiles indulgently, pretending to not notice. As your hands make contact, the rest of the apparent bulge disappears. Simply the residual tailoring giving it a shape that wasn't needed. Careful not to press too hard, you confirmed what you suspected, dreaded... already knew.
You were now a proud member of the sit to pee club. Head snapping up, you look to Doctor Ann.
"That's it then, isn't it?" you ask.
Your voice cracking, not with a rising pitch, just shock. Expecting her to nod, she looks you over with more concern.
Instead, she was shaking her head. "No!" she sounded more surprised or shocked, than accepting. "There should be other changes visible by now. A... A softening jaw.... narrowing shoulders... widening hips... redistribution of ... fatty tissue..."
"May I?" she asked, aware of the oddness and intimacy of the request. A nod of her head, and you move your covering hands aside. She gently presses and explores your new feminine crotch. Nodding in satisfaction, "That's all okay, that's as it should be..."
Looking up again, it's clear she's still looking for traces of the nanites still working. She's still hunting (in vain) for that softening jaw...
Scowling she looks to the syringe, as if she expects to see the problem there.
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