For months before Robin arrived and the start of my shots, my slender and poorly-muscled chest had been constantly tender and touchy; now it was swollen and itched all the time as a result of those injections and the pill I took with each breakfast and supper. I could seriously brag that I have always had a fine clear skin and complexion, but over time it had come to be more refined, sometimes almost crystal-like in its creamy appearance. This was according to my sister who was constantly complimenting me about my improving good looks.
The shrinking of my male 'equipment' continued...
My clothes, those things I had worn before Robin's arrival, showed me that I had gained weight, especially in the hips and thighs. Oddly enough, this came even as the bathroom scales reported that my weight had dropped from the one hundred seventy-one pounds at the start of my exile to my present weight of only one hundred and twenty-two.