Tug of War 51.1

About three weeks later…

"Are you feeling better, baby girl?"

With huge effort, Timothy lifted his head from the pillow and saw his stepmother – who was carrying a breakfast tray – walking towards him. 

"I… I don't think so..." Timothy said in a dramatic faint whisper, and then rested his head on the pillow again, which was a relief since it seemed to be weighing a ton. He also closed his eyes because the intense rays of sunlight coming in through the window and hitting pink walls of his room were making him even dizzier. 

"Oh, poor little girl" Susan said, in an annoying high-pitched voice as if she were indeed talking to a child. "Don't worry, though. Mommy is here to take care of you. Also, remember we're going to see Dr. Rowland again this afternoon. Now it's time for your breakfast." 

"I'm not hungry, mom." 

"Now, now don't be like that, Tiff, honey. You want to get better, don't you? Then you need to eat something… half an orange and your green juice, at least." 

"But..."

"No buts, princess. Now be a good girl and open your mouth..."

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Timothy had started to feel sick just before the Easter break. The itch and discomfort in his chest, which had already been bothering him for some time, worsened considerably on the last day of school before the break, to the point where the boy almost went crazy. Not many hours later, he started experiencing other symptoms, such as dizziness, headache, weakness and nausea. 

The next day, early in the morning, Susan took her stepson to Dr. Rowland's office. After a battery of tests, the doctor concluded the obvious: Timothy's issue was due to the continuous and unrestricted use of the breast forms, more specifically the adhesive used to fix them to his chest, which caused an allergic reaction and mild intoxication. 

"But I assure you that after properly medicated, you'll be completely fine in just a few days, Tiffany" Dr. Rowland said, trying to calm her patient down. "But I'm afraid to say you'll need to stop wearing your breast forms for some time, dear – a few weeks at least." 

"Oh, that's, like, so sad" Timothy said, pouting, as he tried his best to pretend he was sad about that news. In truth, though, he couldn't be happier about what he was hearing. He had always thought the breast forms were a pain in the ass, so he would be delighted to see them go away. 

"There's no reason to be so upset, Tiffany. Your breasts may not be as big as your forms yet, but they are developing quite well" the doctor stated, groping Timothy's chest, which made the feminized boy gasp. He was in the middle of the office, wearing only a pair of lace pink panties, with his boobs fully on the display. The feminized boy thought it was weird and ironic how quickly things could change. These days, he felt completely exposed and vulnerable whenever his chest was uncovered like that, something he would have been totally okay with in the past.

Well, what did you, like, expect, Tiff? He asked himself, biting his lips. In the past you weren't growing boobs! 

"...quite well, indeed" Dr. Rowland continued, still feeling Timothy's chest. "The hormones are doing wonders for you, my dear! I see how softer your skin is, as well, and your hips are much wider already!" 

Upon hearing this, Timothy glared at his stepmother over the doctor's shoulders, as if he were telling her I told you. Contrary to what Susan had been saying for the past few weeks, Timothy now had medical confirmation that the female hormones were already changing his body, and at a fast pace!

The feminized boy thought it was the perfect time to discuss what had been afflicting him for so long. "Umm... talking about the hormones, I'd like to ask you something, Dr. Rowland."

"Go ahead, my dear" the doctor encouraged him. 

"O.k., so I don't think I'm, like, adapting that well to the hormonal implant. I'm having a lot of side effects. Would it be possible for you to give me hormones in some other way? Like pills or something?" 

"What side effects are you having, exactly?" 

"Umm... Let me see… a lot of mood changes, anxiety…" he started, counting on his manicured fingers. "...appetite loss and so on and on… It all started, like, well before my most recent symptoms, so I don't think it's related to the allergic reaction."

"You're possible right, Tiffany. However, I'm afraid to say that removing your implant wouldn't solve the issue."

"W-what?"

"The symptoms you described to me are typical of any type of hormone therapy, my dear. Of course, there may be a slight variation in intensity, but I believe that you would be experiencing the same side effects even if you were taking pills instead of the implant. What I need you to understand, though, is that these symptoms are transient. Once your body gets used to the treatment, they will go away. In the meantime, I can prescribe you some drugs to relieve your discomfort." 

That was definitely not the answer that Timothy wanted to hear, and his frustration must have shown on his face because Dr. Rowland soon added, "I know this must all be very difficult for you, Tiffany. You are going through a major transformation, and hormonal changes are difficult to deal with, especially at the beginning of the process. That's why I strongly suggest you to start seeing a therapist. As I told you in our previous meeting, you'll need one as your transition progresses, anyway. I can recommend someone to you if you are interested. Moreover, it's important for you to always have in mind how much the hormonal implant is helping you. Very few times have I had a patient whose body responded so quickly to a hormonal treatment. Aren't you proud of your increasingly feminine body? Aren't you happy about the fact that you are developing such beautiful breasts?" the doctor asked, looking so deeply into Timothy's eyes that the feminized boy gulped…