RELUCTANT PRESS

Fred gazed at the nurse's full, bouncy breasts as she leaned over Shelley, barely controlling his drool.

Dr. Cassandra Trate swept into the room, taking the chart from the suddenly quiet nurse. After a brief perusal of the statistics, the doctor looked at Fred, laughed and turned to speak to the nurse. "You've done it again, although this time not to our patient, but her father. Perhaps he'd like to make a donation to our sperm bank. I'm sure Gina would be more than happy to take a sample."

Fred blushed deeply and quietly demurred. Helen laughed at her husband's discomfort. Dr. Trate had told her what to expect.

"Why don't you go with the nurse and give a sperm specimen," Helen stated with a grin. "As long as you've got that boner, you won't be able to think clearly. We may as well put it to some good use."

"Relax, sweety," the nurse purred seductively. "I know how to coax a specimen from the most reluctant males." With that, the pretty nurse cupped a hand about Fred's tight scrotum and firmly squeezed. Using the hand hold as a leash, she guided Fred from the room to another room across the hall.

All Fred could do was stammer. Cindy, Shelley, Helen, and Dr., Trate laughed uproariously.

In the other room, the nurse had Fred climb upon the examination table. Soon, Fred was lying on his back with his pants and jockey shorts deftly lowered. Gentle attentions from skillful fingers touched and stroked his engorged genitals, causing the confused man to moan with undisguised pleasure. The sensations were so delightful that the man willingly did all that the nurse indicated. In no time at all, Fred was nearly swooning from the heated desire the nurse had created. Scooping up a test tube, she held it to the tip of his purple penis just as it exploded. In seconds, the tube was filled with Fred's sperm. The roaring climax left Fred limp in more ways than one.

TWO LITTLE GIRLS

By JENNIFER SUE

"Put yourself back together and return to the other room," the nurse stated with a sweet smile to the drained and embarrassed man.

The nurse capped the test tube and headed across the hall to pick up the tube containing Shelley's blood sample before taking the samples to the lab for immediate tests. Fred dressed and staggered across the hall. Everyone smiled as they looked at his drained face and spent body.

Dr. Trate smiled and turned to Helen. "As you can see," she said, "the methods we employ are quite efficient. Nurse Gina is quite competent in determining if a boy is a man or sissy. I always have her escort the boys to the room and do the preliminary work. Since Shelley is too young to be sexually active, Fred was the recipient of Gina's attention. It's too bad you don't want HIM changed into a woman!"

"No way," Helen stated as she slipped an arm about the still bewildered man. "I like him just as he is."

"If you insist," retorted Dr. Trate sadly. "As I was saying, after being alone with Gina, if the patient isn't aroused by the time I get here, I know they're not sexually attracted to girls. If that's the case, I have Gina remove her dress, bra and panties. Once a sissy sees her naked, he always gets aroused. You see, Gina is a pre-op transsexual who has decided to stay that way. She's on a hormonal program that keeps her soft and feminine, especially her full breasts, while allowing her penis to function! Under that tight dress is eight inches!

"Since Shelley is nine and obviously not into puberty, immediate steps will not be needed to prevent testosterone from bubbling in his body to make the changes that will turn him from a boy into a man. Testosterone is the male hormone that will cause his voice to change, his body hair darken and thicken, his beard to come in, and his musculature bulk up," Dr. Trate went on. "Not to mention a marked increase in his libido. At this point, he can still easily assume the appearance of a girl. Once those changes begin, it will become harder and harder, eventually becoming virtually impossible for him to pass as a girl."

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