The Greatest Lie Part 4

Can I see your prescription?" "I just ran out," I lied. I was running low. The stash that should have lasted a two years was almost gone after six months. "Stand up." He massaged my breasts, which felt lovely, and asked "Any family history of breast cancer?" "I don’t thinks so." He took my hand in his and guided me in my first breast exam.

"You’re looking for any lumps or masses."

"Do I have any?"

"None at all, but you need to do this every month to make sure you stay healthy." I thought silently, "you could do this every day."

He gently grasped my scrotum and squeezed it. I prayed silently that I wouldn’t get hard. "How about a family history of prostate cancer?" I had no idea, so he told me to lie down on my side. He slipped on a rubber glove and before I knew it he entered my ass with his thumb. I groaned, but he smiled and said "Cough." Now my cock was hard, and I blushed and covered up. But he was scribbling notes on his clipboard, and without looking up said "You’re a little bit enlarged, estrogen can do that, having paradoxical effects on male organs. We are going to have to keep an eye on that. See me in my office when you are through with your labs," he called as he breezed through the curtain.

A nurse poked her head in and said "You can get dressed now Alex." I peed in a cup, gave a shocking amount of blood, and they swiped my student health card through the machine. I walked hesitantly to Dr. Prince’s office, disguised, once again, as a boy.

"Alex, I notice that you are not out’".

"Yeah, well, unfortunately, the University took me in as a boy. I didn’t want to surprise them."

"Well, you certainly surprised me. I see a fair number of transsexuals in my practice, but I don’t think I have ever seen anyone as feminized as you at your age, and with so little medical history. Who is your psychologist?"