Tug of War 43.1

"Good morning, Mrs. Foster. Take a seat, please." 

"Thank you, Dr. Rowland" Susan said, sitting down. "And also thanks for seeing us in such a short notice. I'm sure you are a very busy doctor so this must have been difficult to squeeze us in." 

"Not a problem, Mrs. Foster. I couldn't deny a request from such a dear friend of mine, and, in any case, I was looking forward to meeting both of you. I assume this pretty young lady is your stepdaughter. Tiffany, right?" 

"That's correct. Well, that's not her legal name yet, but we hope to have this issue settled before the end of today." 

"Naturally, Mrs. Foster. Now, why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Tiffany? You can be completely honest with me, my dear. Remember that I am here to help you."

Timothy looked nervously at the smiling woman in front of him, unsure about what to do. It was the day after he had gone to school dressed as a girl for the first time, and once again he was going miss the first classes of the morning, this time because of the doctor's appointment – an appointment he had earnestly tried to avoid... 

It had all started the previous afternoon. Timothy was walking toward his next class when he was stopped by Mrs. Grant, the school nurse. "Oh my god!" the woman cried out, clapping. "Is that really you, honey? I knew it! I knew all the way long you wanted to be a girl!" 

"Please speak quietly, Mrs. Grant!" Timothy begged her, alarmed. "Everyone is looking at us!" 

"Oh I guess you are right" the woman replied, not looking so concerned about the fact. "Sorry, sweetie. I just couldn't control my excitement at seeing the new you! I heard that you want to be called Tiffany now, don't you? Oh this is terrific! Come with me, sweetheart."

She then pushed Timothy into her office, closing the door behind them. "Now let me look at you again. Oh my, such a fantastic transformation... Tell me how it happened, honey. I want to know everything!"  

Timothy then briefly recounted his experience at the mall on Saturday, while the nurse looked increasingly happy with what she was hearing. "I was sure it was going to happen since the day you came into here with your toenails painted pink. I just didn't know you would start living full-time as a girl so fast. But why waste time, right?" the woman giggled. "I can only imagine how much you were suffering having to pretend to be a boy."  

"I... I don't think you fully understood my situation, Ma'am. I mean..." 

"I don't need any more explanations, darling. Trust me, I understood it perfectly well. Isn't it wonderful that you have such a supportive stepmom? Not to mention your father… I heard he came with you to school this morning to explain to the school principal what is going on. Few fathers would do something like that. Yes, I think you're going to be so happy now, sweetie... And you can count on me for whatever you need, okay? Now lift your pretty skirt and bend down." 

"W-why?" 

"What you think? It's time for your vitamin shot" Mrs. Grant said, and Timothy reluctantly did as she had requested, closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable pinch on his butt. "Ooh la la now that's a pretty pair of panties!" the woman exclaimed, and Timothy got mortified. He couldn't believe his school nurse was seeing female underwear. How could that situation get any more embarrassing? 

"All done, sweetie" the nurse said after the shot, discarding the syringe. "Now... well... I think it's time for me to be completely open with you. What I've been giving you aren't exactly vitamins."

"What?!" Timothy cried out, startled. "I don’t understand, Mrs. Grant! What are those shots then?" 

"Testosterone blockers." 

"Wait... Testosterone is a male sex hormone, right?"

"That's correct, doll. I see you have been paying attention to your Biology classes." 

"Then what this blocker thing exactly does?"

"Roughly speaking, it can stop your body from producing male hormones."

"B-but why?" Timothy asked, feeling outraged and anguished. "Why have you been doing this to me?"

"Is it so difficult to understand, darling? I was just helping you in your transition into becoming the beautiful girl you are meant to be. Male hormones could make your body develop undesirable characteristics, such as facial hair, broad shoulders, deep voice and so on." 

Once again Timothy thought this could only just be a nightmare. It was like the whole world was plotting against him to take away his manhood and turn him into a girl! "Who could you possible know those were undesirable characteristics to me, Mrs. Grant?" the boy asked, getting angry. "I've never told you that I..."

"There was no need to tell anything, sweetie" the woman interrupted him. "I have some experience with transgender people, so I could read you right away. And given the fact that you came to school today all dolled up and claiming that you wanted to be called Tiffany, it's easy to see that I was right, don't you think?"

Timothy was so furious that he couldn't say anything. How could that insane woman simply assume he was a transgender and start messing with his body like that? He could surely sue her… but then he would have to swallow his pride and admit to his father that he had never wanted to be a girl… Yes, he was completely screwed. 

The boy tried to console himself by thinking he had taken only three shots of those damn blockers, so they would have no long term effect... right? He needed to believe so if he didn't want to go completely crazy. 

However, Mrs. Grant still had another surprise for him…

"Now there is something else you need to understand now, sweetie" the woman started. "I'm just a nurse, and you definitely are going to need expert support to continue your transition. Don't get panicked, though. I know a doctor who will be just perfect for you. She will not only work with testosterone blockers, but also prescribe female hormones, which will make your body develop female secondary sex characteristics. Isn't it fabulous? You won't even need to keep wearing breast forms because you'll have real breasts, like any other girl!" the woman said, Timothy winced at the thought. "Also, Mr. Lambert told me about your legal situation, and I know you need a medical report to be able to attend school as a female student. Dr. Rowland will be able to help you in this regards, as well." 

"Mrs. Grant, I think..."

"You don't need to worry about anything, my dear. I'll call your stepmother and give her the doctor's contact number."

"Do you know my stepmom phone number, Mrs. Grant?" 

"Umm... well… no, of course not, honey. But I can get it in your school records. Since you described your stepmom as someone so caring and supportive, I'm sure she will be delighted to schedule an appointment for you…"