Deprived of all but his blouse and brassiere, Brad struggled against the weight of his mother's hands pinning his shoulders to the examining table. He wished desperately to have his gaffe and panty girdle back on. Embarrassing as they were, they were not half so horrid as being naked from the waist down. Vickers strapped his ankles into the stirrups of the examination table. She probed his anus with a finger as he squirmed helplessly.
"I have lodged the suppository well into his rectum, Alice. It will dissolve shortly and launch him on the flowered path to a new femininity." She withdrew her finger and unstrapped his pinioned ankles." You can get dressed now, Brandee. Get this filled and put him on one tablet, twice a day. We'll see budding little nipples, a narrow waist and some added adipose tissue in a few weeks." Doctor Vickers stripped off her rubber glove and thrie it into the waste container. "Your nipples will be sore for awhile and you may be subject to wild mood swings as your new hormones assert themselves, Brandee. Bring her back in thirty days, Alice. If he is a transsexual, which I doubt, he'll be begging me for surgery by then. If not, well, he'll be about a B-cup anyway, but we'll know he's just a naughty boy in frocks and locks."