"Your mom says you're changing," said Doctor Hibbs as he studied the fourteen year old boy. "How do you feel?"

Jamie Newton shrugged. His friends' bodies had been changing for the past year. His was, too. On the other hand, they didn't seem to be quite changing like his was.

"I guess I feel okay," the boy said, not entirely telling the truth. There was something odd he felt, but nothing you could pin down. It was the way he felt lighter, the way he felt more delicate. The way he seemed to want to cry if something upset him.

"It's just your age," his mom had said to console him, but she was worried. Worried enough to make an appointment for her son to see the family doctor.

Jamie wriggled. He was conscious of sitting in the doctor's surgery with almost nothing on and the doctor was taking his time, making notes continually and sighing or muttering to himself.

"Your mom says you don't seem to be showing signs of reaching puberty. You know what that is?" The man in the white coat stroked his chin. He looked concerned, Jamie decided.

"Course I do. It's when boys get to be a man. Like my friend Toby, who's already shaving and Mark who's..." the boy hesitated.

"Go on," said the doc. "I won't be shocked."

Jamie blushed a little. "He's... his dick has got all hair round it. And his voice has broken," he added.

"Voices change when boys get to your age. Yours has."

"But not like the other boys," said Jamie, feeling tears well in his eyes. His voice had got higher, more like a girl's voice. His mother had said that was to be expected, but she didn't say it like she meant it.

"Jamie, I'd like you to take your T-shirt off. I need to see your torso. Your upper body."

The boy blushed. He was hoping it wouldn't come to this. He hated showing his chest off, now those things were obvious. But he stood and peeled off his top, avoiding looking at the doctor.

Doctor Hibbs leant forward, peering over his glasses and pressed his fingers against Jamie's chest, on the swelling around his nipple. Both of them, first one, then the other. The teenager flinched - they were tender and the doc's fingers were cold. Jamie was ashamed of how his chest had changed, the way those swellings had appeared. They had got more tender as they got bigger. Then the doctor asked Jamie to turn round, back to him and hold his arms out at the side so the doctor could see his shape.

"Interesting," said the doctor, making yet more notes. He picked up a tape measure and checked the boy's chest, waist and hips, his hands hovering for a moment or two longer than necessary. The boy shivered at the man's touch. "I need you to lower your pants," said the doctor. "I'm afraid my examination wouldn't be complete if I didn't examine your penis."

Jamie gulped. He had a feeling it would come to this. As much as hated this, he carefully he slid his pants down his hips and stepped out of them. He bent to pick them up, aware he did so by bending his knees and squatting, like he'd seen his mom do. The ladylike way of picking something up. He blushed again, but the doctor seemed more concerned with looking at Jamie's dick.

Or what there was of it. Jamie was convinced it had actually got smaller over the past few months. It was never the biggest in his year but now it seemed to have shrunk. There was no pubic hair on it, like there was on his friends" cocks, and his testicles were tiny too. Much smaller than theirs.

Doctor Hibbs carefully put a thin wooden spatula under Jamie's small penis and lifted it up, peering at it. All he said was "hmmm." He did the same to Jamie's small testicles. Then he weighed the boy on the scales, then he made the boy walk up and down a little, then asked the boy to stretch up. Then he asked the boy to kiss him.

"What?" asked Jamie, suddenly terrified and shrinking back.

"Jamie, it is unusual but I assure you it isn't entirely improper. I need to test the soft tissue in your lips. I'm afraid that my lips are the only things that will tell me what I need to know. Plus I need to check something." A momentary pause. "A reaction test."

"Doc..." began the boy, tears in his eyes again. He blinked them away. "I-I can't."

"Course you can," said the man comfortingly. He was at least forty, a little plump. He wasn't, despite his thickened waist and the large glasses, an unattractive man. But Jamie had never kissed anyone, other than his mom in a mother-son way, and he felt sick. He certainly never expected his first kiss of someone outside the family to be a man. The boy stood, naked and shivering, hands clasped across him, trying to hide himself. Doctor Hibbs leaned forward, said "Be brave," and kissed the boy on the lips. Not a long kiss, but a fraction longer than Jamie expected.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" asked the doctor, smiling as he moved his head away from the teenager. Jamie shook his head and sniffed, but he gasped a little as the spatula once again lifted the boy's cock. His slightly harder cock. "I see," said the doctor. "I think we have to repeat the test," he said.

"I have to kiss you again?" Jamie was still anxious, but when the doctor nodded he leaned forward himself to meet the man's lips. He even closed his eyes this time and the kiss was slightly longer than before, that touch more ardent. This time the doctor used his hand to feel Jamie's cock, before they broke the kiss.

"Definitely harder," said the man. "I think a longer kiss should get it fully erect."

Jamie gulped and they kissed again, this time the doc drawing the boy to him, holding him tight in his strong arms, his hands on the boy's soft, round naked butt cheeks. The kiss from the man was open mouthed, the doctor's tongue finding it's way into the teenager's mouth. Jamie moaned in both surprise and delight at the invasion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his almost fully hardened cock stiffened to a little hard rod, pressed against the man's belly.

They broke the kiss again, the boy's small dick stiff now between the man's finger's, a thin string of drool between their wet lips. Jamie blinked in the shock of what he'd done, what he was doing. Jamie gave a small gasp as the doctor stroked the teenager's hard dick gently.

"I've never done that before," he said.

"Never jerked off?" The doctor asked.

"No... I mean yes." The boy blushed. "No one's done it to me before."

"You like it?" the doctor stepped up the pace of the stroke, grasping it tightly, warmly. He knew what he was doing, how hard to squeeze, where to apply pressure to bring the boy to a climax. "You want me to carry on?"

The boy nodded.

"Tell me," said the doctor, his hand movements slow and steady, prolonging the milking, "What you think of when you are playing with yourself."

"N-nothing," Jamie moaned. An obvious lie.

"I'll stop then," said the doctor.

"No! Please.. I mean, I think of things. Naughty things." The boy blushed.

'Like what exactly?"

"Being... being a girl." Confessed the boy. The doctor's hand was going a little quicker.

"More. Tell me more."

"Uh... About me being a girl and... being tied up."

"You want me to tie you up?"

"Oh..." He didn't get much further as he came into the doctor's hands, closing his eyes as he pumped his thin pulses of semen out. He clutched at the man, not wanting the sensation to end.

The doctor lifted his hand, spread it and examined the small puddle of semen. "Hmm, it isn't very much," said the doctor with a sigh.

"Is that bad?" Panic filled the boy's voice.

"Not bad, but not good. You have to do more. Even though you are changing I would have expected a little more of your semen. However, please put your tongue out and lick it from my hand." He held his hand up to Jamie's face, flushed slightly at the thought he may be inadequate somehow.

Tentatively the boy put his tongue out, and then back in again before it touched the off-white puddle. "Will it taste bad?"

"Heavens no!" laughed Doctor Hibbs. "Boys of your age taste it all the time. Now hurry, while it is still warm."

Dutifully Jamie licked, his face screwed up slightly in case his taste buds should encounter something vile. They didn't and he finished it, finally opening his eyes. "My mom..." he began.

"...Is outside, waiting for you," continued the doctor. "She can wait. We have to do more tests."

Jamie nodded. He watched the doctor reach into his desk drawer and bring out a thin length or rope. At the man's directions Jamie turned and put his hands behind him.

"Good girl," whispered the doctor as he bound the boy's wrists together. Tight, which surprised Jamie. His cock, despite having just squirted, was beginning to harden again.

"Why are you tying me?" asked the boy. "And... you called me girl."

"Did I? Hmmm, slip of the tongue. The tying up, it's what you want," said the medical man. "My tests rely on you being what you want to be."

The teenager gulped. He knew that meant something he'd never done before. "You want to have... you know, sex with me," he said, barely above a whisper.

"Of course," smiled the doctor. "How else would I know if you are ready." He studied the boy's face, the slightly resigned expression. The way Jamie nodded as if he understood. "But before anything else it is very important you taste me. I want you to suck my cock." The man turned the teen boy back towards him, pushing the tied boy down on to his knees.

Jamie nodded again, but didn't move his head down to where the man had flipped his hard cock out of his pants, simply staring at it, the way the pre-cum formed a shining droplet on the eye at the tip of the smooth slightly purplish head.

"I won't cum in your mouth," reassured the doctor, "if that's what you're thinking."

"I'm not... it's just... I don't know if I'll like it." Jamie gulped.

"My seed is bound to be good for you. You tasted yours and you were okay with it. Mine will be better because it comes straight from my testicles. Fresh." He guided the boy's head down until Jamie's lips closed on the thick shaft, the velvety pre-cum slicked head against his young tongue. Jamie clenched his bound hands behind him and gasped "Hrrth," either in pleasure or fear as the man eased his hard penis deeper into the boy's mouth. Doctor Hibbs thrust his hips back and forth, not letting go of Jamie's head, listening to the stifled gurgling noises he made.

"it won't hurt," breathed the doctor as he thrust harder. He hated telling an untruth and lying to patients wasn't a good idea. Ethically regrettable, he thought as he came into Jamie's mouth, filling it with his cum, forcing the boy to swallow it so he might breathe. But the man knew medicine wasn't easy for patients sometimes.

Doctor Hibbs withdrew his softening cock from the boy's mouth, a thin string of cum between the head and his lips until it broke.

Jamie looked up, anxiety in his eyes. "Doctor," he said. "Was that... okay?"

"For a beginner it was fine," soothed the doctor. "I won't be angry at you at least trying."

"Angry?" Jamie looked scared.

"Jamie, we all have to try a bit harder every time we do something. I just need to know you are making progress. If you aren't, if you don't follow my instructions, then of course I am certain to be angry."

"Please don't be angry with me, doctor Hibbs," pleaded the boy. "I promise I'll do what I'm told."

"I know," soothed the man, stroking the boy's soft hair. It would be even nicer when it was longer, thought the doctor. "Jamie, I need to tell your mom what's happening."

"Have you finished my tests?"

"Not yet. But you need a rest for today. I'm going to ask Nurse Bening to put you in the recovery room. It's a little room here with a bed we have for people who have undergone tests, or need to rest up." The doctor paused. "You need to stay there while I talk to your mom."

Jamie nodded. He stood, a little shakily. "Do I go in there like this? You know, tied up."

"You're hardly tied up," said the doctor, making a note on his clipboard. "Just hands behind back."

"Um... it's uncomfortable," said the boy.

"Not as uncomfortable as it might be," the man shrugged.

"I haven't got any clothe son," said Jamie.

"Nurse Bening is a nurse. She has seen people like you before. She won't be embarrassed, if that's what you mean."

The boy blushed. It wasn't what he meant but he thought, perhaps it's another test. He watched the doctor ring a buzzer on his desk and Nurse Bening came in. The boy had never seen the Nurse before. She was dressed in a white uniform, starched and clean, but with a short skirt and unbuttoned at her chest to show her cleavage. He could even see the edge of her white, lace cup bra. She had white high heels on and tripped into the room with a no-nonsense, practical air about her.

She knew what to do. "Come with me," she snapped to the boy, before the doctor said anything about what was to be done. Jamie thought that odd but then, as he followed the nurse to another door from the doctor's room, he figured it's what they did here. Routine, probably.

Nurse Bening led the boy into a room - a stark white room with nothing more than a hospital bed and a simple, aluminum-tube straight back chair. There was a large medical lamp over the bed on some adjustable arm, so the doctor could get a closer look, no doubt. Jamie shivered though. It was a cold, sterile room and there were no windows, no other door out.

The woman spun the boy round and undid his wrists. "Lie on the bed," the nurse said briskly, patting the hard mattress covered with a thin white rubber sheet. "Lie face up."

Jamie hadn't thought there was any other way to lie so he eased himself on to the mattress. He shivered more. The bed was not only hard but also, thanks to the rubber sheet, cold. "Hands above your head," said the nurse.

Jamie stretched his arms up and was astonished when the Nurse snapped a pair of cuffs on them. He tried to move them down but they were attached to the bedhead. He watched, as best he could, as the nurse then fastened his ankles to another set of cuffs, one on each ankle and then attached each of them to the edge of the bed, so his legs were drawn apart, which prevented him from moving his legs more than a few inches. He wriggled, but stopped when the nurse glared at him.

Without any warning the nurse suddenly lifted the hem of her white uniform and the boy could see Nurse Bening, attractive she may be, was no female. A cock - small but clearly a penis nonetheless - nestled between her legs, framed by her white garters. She climbed on the boy sitting astride his thighs so her small but stiffening cock was just above his small dick. For the first time she smiled and then lowered herself on to him so her cock, by now hard, pressed against his. Slowly she began to rub herself up and down the naked fourteen year old boy, her large bust pressing against his chest. Stretched on his back like this his small mounds had disappeared but his nipples were sensitive and under her weight and movement his cock began to stir too.

Then to his astonishment the nurse kissed him. Not tenderly, like Doctor Hibbs had done, but savagely, almost biting his lips. Jamie tried to move his head but the Nurse gripped his head with both hands so he couldn't move away. She kissed and bit harder, her hips wriggling faster now, her weight pressing down on him more. He could feel her hard nipples, the weight of her chest, on his. His own small but sensitive nipples were on fire, hard and aching.

The boy tried to say, "You're hurting me," but he couldn't even breathe properly, let alone speak. He felt her cock twitching against his and he knew, instinctively, the Nurse was going to ejaculate.

Nurse Bening bit harder and came with a grunt, depositing her heavy wad of cum on his cock and belly. Without a word she let go of him and climbed off him, straightening her uniform. She walked to the door of the room without looking back at the secured patient, at what she had left on him.

"Nurse, please," called Jamie. He desperately wanted to cum himself, but his small hard cock was twitching vainly in thin air.

The Nurse stopped before she opened the door, turned back and leaning over the immobilized teenage boy, produced from her pocket an adhesive bandage. A white bandage, like the room and the rubber sheet and her uniform. The Nurse smoothed the bandage over the boy's mouth, sealing it. He "mmphd" a plea into it but she was gone, closing the door behind her and leaving him alone.

..........

Mrs Newton sat at the doctor's desk and watched Nurse Bening come out of the rest room. The attractive nurse exchanged a smile with the woman at the doctor's desk, who noticed that the crisp white uniform of the woman appeared creased at the front and there was a wet patch, a stain of some kind below her belt at the front. Perhaps, thought Mrs Newton, there had been some emergency. She turned back to the doctor as the Nurse left the room. "You say he's resting. Can I see him?"

"Ah, I wish you could, Mrs Newton. But it wouldn't be wise: your son has gone through some exacting tests and, frankly, he needs to rest now. We'll look after him for a while."

"You'll keep him here for how long?" the woman was understandably anxious but the Doctor smiled reassuringly.

"Hmm, two days should be enough. You see, he is changing in a most odd way and I need to observe." Seeing another look of concern on the mother's face the man held his hand up. "Please don't look so alarmed, Mrs Newton. Boys of his age do change and sometimes, the change takes a slightly, shall I say, unusual direction. Of course medicine has encountered it before and we can treat it, if we observe and react the proper way."

"This change..." the woman hesitated. "Is he changing from a boy?"

"Possibly there has been a surge of the female hormone complexes in him. Every boy has them. Most overcome them, or rather, absorb them into their growing cycle. Jamie hasn't managed that."

"But he will, won't he?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not. We can only observe and try to deal with it. But above all, believe me your son is healthy and in no pain. Or distress. He will be okay, whatever the outcome."

Mrs Newton's face crumpled. "I feel so bad. He was fine, until the time I brought him for his flu injection last year. Since then he hasn't been himself."

"Mrs Newton, don't feel bad. The flu injection worked and is completely unconnected. His troubles might have been worse. You did make sure he took the pills I prescribed, didn't you?"

"Of course, Doctor."

"Well, then you have done everything right as a good mother should. Those pills are powerful but they have staved off the worst aspects of this change."

"You mean, you knew what was happening to him?"

"I regret to say yes, though there was no point in alarming you at the time. I had hoped the pills would simply do their task and that would be the end of it. But, while it could be worse and the pills have helped, it hasn't proved a complete cure."

Mrs Newton looked as if she might cry but rallied. "I'm so glad you are helping him, Doctor. I don't think we could ask for a better medical practitioner."

Doctor Hibbs smiled. "You're very kind but any doctor would do the same. Now, I want you to take these." The man reached into his drawer and pulled out a bottle of small, white colored pills.

"What are they for?" The woman asked as she reached for them. She looked at the label - three long, unpronounceable words.

"We call it HEP, for brevity's sake," said Doctor Hibbs. "They are to help you. You have been under a lot of stress and worry. These will help calm you. Take two a day and they will assist you."

"But... I don't feel ill."

"You aren't! But they will make you more relaxed. I can tell you need it - and will need it to help Jamie. In fact, it would help if you took the first two now, so I can be sure you're taking them." The man pushed a glass of water towards the woman.

Mrs Newton stared at the bottle, then opened it and took two, as directed. She swallowed them without the water, but the doctor insisted she sipped some. Mrs Newton, looking grateful, smiled at he man after a long drink from the glass and put the pills in her purse. She stood. "Will you call me when he's ready to return home?"

"Of course," smiled the doctor. "I think this is going to be very successful. We just have to remain positive and take the pills, okay? It is important."

"Okay," smiled the woman, making to leave. "You know best."

..........

In the silence of the white medical room, Nurse Bening sat on the doctor's lap, back to the man and her white uniform up round her waist. Doctor Hibb's thick cock was deep in the nurse's rectum and she was moving up and down. The doctor's left hand was round the nurse, clawing at the nurse's left tit, out of its bra, while his right hand was round her waist, stroking the shemale's small hard cock.

"You gave the bitch... the memory altering pills?" asked the nurse, gasping a little at each thrust, each squeeze and each stroke.

"Of course. Stupid cunt will take them... and not know what she's saying. She even drank the anti-memory compound I'd prepared... oh!... after her first pills. When we pay her a home call tomorrow... she'll listen to what we say and think it's her thoughts, her ideas. When we... ahhh,yes... tell her her son is to be a female, she'll accept." The man paused and snorted as he levered his cock up harder. "We will get her to sign the absolvency forms."

"You have a lot of... uhmm... faith in pills, don't you?" The nurse grunted louder at another extra hard thrust of the man's cock in her ass.

"Look at you. Ah... That's what pills will do."

The nurse chuckled. "Uhhh.... And him," she said.

The two on the simple, aluminum-tube chair looked at the boy on the bed, now spread-eagled, face down, a thick electro-dildo purring in his ass.

The boy was wearing his first ever garter belt - white of course to match the sheer white nylons - and wriggling against his chains, his hips moving as he rubbed his small, hard cock against the smooth rubber sheet. The rubber was caressing his larger but still sensitive nipples, too. He was moaning into his white rubber ball gag and would be cumming soon - the sixth time that afternoon, according to the chart at the end of the bed. The pictures on the small screen on the bedhead in front of the secured boy were changing every few seconds. Hundreds of pictures of men dressed as women, cocks jutting out from under skirts, white-uniformed nurses bent over cross-dressed men sucking their small cocks, men in women's clothes kissing and stroking, men in pretty white lace underwear tied to chairs and beds, gags like Jamie's filling lipsticked mouths, close-ups of white cum running down smiling, perfectly made-up male innocent young faces. Cute little girl faces.

Jamie Newton couldn't take his eyes off them.

"When... ahh!... do we get to fuck the sissy in his ass?" asked Nurse Bening, catching a glimpse of a picture on the screen of her. A picture showing her cock buried deep in some young man's ass, semen splattered over his girdle. A white girdle, as all the converted men wore.

"Soon, when I think he's ready and.... ah.... his tits are bigger. When he can wear.... uh.... a bra..." The doctor was close to cumming.

"When we have his mother as ours tomorrow, can we... Oooff!... put her in with the other caged females, in the basement?"

"Of course. We need to do more experiments.... ahhh, wonderful!... on more sluts like her. Now turn your head and kiss me," whispered Doctor Hibbs. "Before I fill your ass with my hot, white cum."

On the bed Jamie was busy, pumping out his own hot, white cum as he watched a small heavily bound and gagged boy having his white skirt lifted and a thick, hard cock pushed up into his asshole. Jamie moaned, wishing it was him as yet another climax mounted and he felt his own hot white cum ready to spurt again.