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Six Months To Grow On
Chapter One - Month One
Brian James Kelly studied himself in the full length mirror on the back of
his bedroom door. He frowned as he took note of his never changing
skinny, underdeveloped five foot tall body. As he reached for his shirt,
he heard his mom calling from downstairs.
"Brian, breakfast is ready."
"I'll be right down, mom," he said with resignation in his voice.
Brian could hear her footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall
towards his room. From the other side of the closed door, he could hear
her call out, "honey, is something the matter? Are you okay?"
Buttoning his shirt, he sighed. "Fine, mom. I'm just getting dressed."
With a knock on the door, she stuck her head into his bedroom. Smiling at
him, she said, "It's February 2nd and we know what that means. Happy
birthday, Brian! She glanced at the mirror behind the door. "Still
looking?"
He nodded and tried to smile. "Yeah, but, there's nothing happening
here." He pointed to his chest.
His mom gave him a hug and a squeeze. "Brian, not everyone grows at the
same time. Whether you're small or tall, it's going to be okay, honey."
"Sure, mom. That's easy to say, but you're not the one who's looked the
same since they were twelve years old." Brian tried to watch the tone of
his voice and not show anger. "You're not the one who's watched all his
friends grow bigger and more mature. I got left behind. In a couple more
years, they'll all be adults and I'll still look like I'm ten."
Brian's mom gave him another hug. "I know it's not easy, at least you're
not having seizures anymore."
He nodded. He'd been seizure free for four years. The seizures had been
linked with his lack of growth. He was five feet tall when the seizures
started. He was still stood five feet.
Mrs. Kelly gave his shoulder one more squeeze and looked him in the eye.
"Well, I do have great news. I've talked to another doctor and she's
pretty positive she can do something for us."
Brian had heard that 'good news' song before. He'd gotten desensitized
hoping for a change. Life was passing him by. At sixteen, he was skinny
and frail. Barely tall enough to walk the high school halls without
ridicule, hiding under his baggy jeans and loose fitting shirts.
Sixteen and stuck. He shook his head. All he wanted was to be like
everyone else. He feared his fate was never to grow tall, strong, and
muscular.
Doctors told him he was a rare case. Somewhere along the line, his body
just didn't make the leap past puberty. The doctor linked his stunted
growth to his epileptic seizures.
Over the past two years, he and his mom had gone from one specialist to
another. He had countless tests and procedures.
Their last sessions were with the endocrinologist, Robert Ward. Over a
twelve month period, Brian had been treated with pills and shots to get
his growth kick-started. With high hopes, Brian had been pumped full of
testosterone. Until the vomiting started and his body rejected the drug,
Brian thought it was going to be the answer to his prayers.
As they walked downstairs to the kitchen, Brian shook his head. "I don't
know, mom. I don't think I want to try another doctor and more
treatments."
At the small breakfast table, blueberry pancakes and fresh orange juice
waited for him. Brian dug in. He wasn't hungry, but didn't feel like
drawing attention to his depressed mood.
He felt his mom's hand rest on his shoulder. "I know the past year has
been a tough one, but maybe things will start to go your way. This doctor
sounded very positive. She wanted to see you today."
It was useless to argue with his mother. Brian had learned over the years
that she had his best interest in her heart, so when she went crazy, he'd
just nod and go along with her. His mom felt responsible for his
condition and spent all her spare time trying to find a cure for him.
Brian spoke through a mouth full of pancakes. "This morning? What kind
of doctor works on a Saturday?"
"She's a researcher and an endocrinologist in practice with Dr. Ward.
She's part of his research team. When I talked to her, she mentioned a
new approach. She wants to talk to us today." She saw him frown.
"C'mon, Brian. Do it for me."
"Sure, sure, mom. I've got no plans and we can talk in the car. You
gotta know I'm not too crazy about more treatments."
Brian finished his breakfast and helped his mom clean up. As he grabbed a
jacket, he smiled and gave his mom a hug. "Sorry for being such a pain,
Mom. You're great."
Brian and his mom talked as they drove across town. Mrs. Kelly shared
stories from work and Brian listened. He didn't feel much like small
talk. He was full of dread over another doctor and another treatment. He
hated it when he felt so helpless.
His mom was his protector. His dad had moved out long ago. He lived out
of country working in the Middle East for an oil company. After he just
stopped coming home for visits, his mom divoraced him. The settlement
paid for their house. His mom still worked long and hard.
As they pulled into the parking lot, he recognized the building where he'd
been tortured for the last frustrating year. His stomach gurgled at the
thought of more treatments and more vomiting.
Dr. Marsha Galloway opened the door to the office and smiled. "You must
be Brian. I'm so happy to meet you. I've been rereading your files and
catching up with Dr. Ward about his course of treatment. Please excuse my
casual clothes, but I'm only in here today to meet with you and your
mother."
Brian noted that Dr. Galloway was an attractive woman. She wore jeans and
a white turtleneck. She was younger than Dr. Ward. He smiled when he saw
her colorful running shoes.
"Brian, would you mind coming on back to my office alone. I was hoping to
talk to you about a different direction we could consider taking."
Brian stopped in his tracks. He shook his head. "I don't know about all
this. I'm not too keen on another treatment. No more pills. I don't
want to spend the next year throwing up all the time."
Dr. Galloway looked him in the eyes and talked in a soft voice. "Brian, I
hope you'll hear me out. I want to take your treatment in the opposite
direction. I wasn't considering using synthetic testosterone at all.
It's obvious your body recoiled when it was in your system. You have
nothing to fear. All I want is for you to listen to what I have to say."
Brian was torn. He didn't want to stay small and underdeveloped. He
wanted to grow up and be normal. He was wary of promises and more drugs.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it won't hurt to hear what you have
to say."
Brian watched his mom sit down on the couch in the waiting room. He
turned and followed the doctor down the hall into her office. She
motioned to the one of the empty chairs and he sat. Reaching across her
desk, the smiling doctor picked up a folder and opened it as she sat
opposite Brian. "Before I tell you my idea, let's talk a little. Do you
mind me asking you questions?" She picked up a pen.
Brian shook his head. "No, I don't mind, not really. What kind of
information are you looking for?"
"Brian, I know all about your physical history. We've got all the
information right here. I want to talk about your life and how you feel.
I wanted to find out about your social life. Is it all right to ask
questions about that?"
Brian nodded. "I guess it can't hurt to talk about that."
Dr. Galloway looked down at her notes. "Do you have a large group of
friends?"
Brian thought for a minute. "No, Not a lot of friends. It's hard to pal
around with guys that are my age but twice my size. I'm kind of a loner."
"Do you have a girl friend?"
Brian nodded and smiled. "Yeah. I do. Sure, her name is Mindy."
Dr. Galloway spoke slowly and quietly. "May I ask you more intimate
questions about your relationship? Would your mind sharing with me?"
Brian shrugged and nodded.
"Are you sexually active with your girl friend?"
Brian felt his face reddening with an embarrassing blush as he nodded. "Uh
huh. Yes."
"Have you ever had intercourse?"
"No. It's not like I haven't tired. My stuff doesn't work that well and
I don't think that I'm big enough down there. You see, my body is really
underdeveloped and small. It hasn't changed since I was twelve. It makes
it pretty impossible." Brian felt the heat flushing his face. He exhaled
slowly.
"Have you ever had an orgasm?"
Now, Brian was really embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. Why are you asking me?
What's that got to do with helping me to grow bigger?"
"Brian, I'm just curious about your body and how it works. My course of
treatment is going to send you in a different direction to see if we can
induce puberty and get you to start growing. But, before we start, I
wanted to know what parts work and don't work. Would you mind telling me
about your sex life?"
Brian didn't mind and sighed. He knew all about doctor patient privacy
and decided to spill the beans.
"Well, I've known Mindy since I was in grade school. Her older sister
used to watch me after school until my mom came home from work. Mindy and
I became best friends and it started like that."
"A while back, we'd kiss and stuff like that. It kinda grew from there.
We fool around a lot, but my stuff is really small and I don't really get
erections. I do have orgasms, but I don't think it works right."
Brian didn't talk about their mutual exploration and how they enjoyed oral
sex together. He was too embarrassed to continue.
"Am I embarrassing you?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm a little embarrassed just because I don't know
you and everything. Mindy and I fool around a lot, but I don't think I've
ever talked about sex to anyone."
Brian was trying to stay one step ahead of the doctor's questions. He
didn't want to talk about their sex life because it sometimes felt strange
to him.
A while back, Mindy had wanted Brian to start wearing some of her
underwear when they fooled around. Brian didn't raise any objections and
before long, it became a part of their rituals. She'd want him to wear
her slips, her panties, and her silky underthings. He didn't think
Mindy's dressing him as a girl was a smart thing to bring up. They'd been
doing it for so long that he didn't really think about it much at all
anymore. He knew that talking about it wasn't going to serve any good
purpose at all. He just shut his mouth.
"Okay, Brian. I've embarrassed you enough for one day. I want to bring
your mom back now to tell you both about my ideas for a treatment. All
the stuff we've just talked about is between you and me. She'll never
know, okay?"
Brian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. He offered to get his mom.
After he got a smile and a nod from the doctor, he went back to the
waiting room.
"Hey, mom. C'mon back. This doctor's pretty cool, but, she wants you
back here while she shares her plan."
After they were all seated, Dr. Galloway started to talk. "I think that
Dr. Ward was on the right track with the shots and the pills. Brian
definitely needs something to kick start his growth and I don't think it's
too late to try."
"But, after Brian's adverse reaction to the testosterone treatment, I want
to try a different approach. I want to try a different set of hormones to
kick start his body. I want to try estrogen."
Brian's mom shook her head and frowned. "I don't understand; he's a boy."
"Right and we're not going to change that. From my point of view,
hormones are hormones. Estrogen is gentle and I'm thinking we can
introduce it without the bad results he experienced with testosterone. I
want to introduce a gradual step-up program over a four week period to see
whether Brian's body will tolerate a very small amount of estrogen. We'll
introduce an anti-nausea medication at the same time."
Mrs. Kelley questioned, "What about side-effects?"
Dr. Galloway smiled. "Good question. I'm thinking that if the estrogen
starts to induce body development and growth, just a few months of
treatment might get his own body system rolling on it's own. If that
happens, Brian will be producing his own testosterone. Once that starts,
we can stop giving Brian estrogen. His body shouldn't reject his own
hormones."
Dr. Galloway smiled and then continued. "We can easily monitor side
effects and make sure that nothing major occurs. I'm thinking once we get
Brian's body growing, we'll simply track progress without supplements. We
can stop his treatment anytime and we monitor him closely for anything
unusual."
Brian looked at his mom.
His mom smiled and nodded her head. "Well, Brian, you're sixteen and can
decide for yourself. I don't see any harm in trying."
Brian smiled. "Yeah, sure. I've got nothing to loose. We can try it
out. After all, you said only for a short while to make sure it doesn't
make me sick, right? I don't want to go through the past year again.
We're just going to give it one try, right?"
Dr. Galloway smiled and opened a desk drawer. "That's right. Here's what
I have for you." She slide two large bottles across her desk. She tapped
on the white container. "I want you to take one of these pills each
morning. They're for nausea. Make sure you eat breakfast first before
you take it."
She held up the second bottle. "This is low dose estrogen. For the first
two weeks, I want you to take one pill each morning. If you don't have
any side-effects during the third week increase to two pills. The same
instructions are on the side of the pill bottle. If you start to feel
sick, stop taking them altogether."
Brian agreed. He liked the idea of stopping if he felt sick. He'd felt
intimidated by Dr. Ward and his attitude. All he'd had ever said was to
grin and bear the nausea in hopes it might pass. The nausea never passed
and only got worse. Dr. Ward always gave him a look of pity encouraging
him to keep trying until he had dropped to eighty pounds and couldn't get
out of bed.
Dr. Galloway handed him a notebook. "I want you to keep a daily journal.
Write down how you are feeling and what you're thinking. I want you to
write a couple of times each day."
Brian had his hands too full to shake as he walked out. "Thanks, Doc."
The doctor shook his mother's hand and waved to Brian. "I'll see you
during the fourth week. If you're still successful in taking the
medications, we'll get you a refill."
Once he was home and settled in, Brian followed the instructions on the
two bottles, taking his medications daily. After a few days, he even
picked up the journal and wrote.
His entries were brief and occasional. He had nothing to report and
didn't feel much change or difference. The anti-nausea pills made him a
bit dry-mouthed and occasionally light-head, but he never felt sick.
Each morning, he'd perform his ritual inspection. He'd stand naked in
front of the mirror and look himself over from head to toe. He'd say a
silent prayer for growth, for change, for anything new.
The reason Brian hadn't shared all their relationship's sexual details
with Dr. Galloway was that he knew how angry Mindy would get. He didn't
talk about his dressing up pretending to be Mindy's lesbian lover. He
didn't mention the silk teddy or panties that turned them both on.
Brian didn't want to make any mistakes he might regret. He wanted to grow
up but he wanted it on his own terms.
He just kept taking pills.
By the middle of week two, Brian noticed he wasn't feeling as anxious each
day. His feelings of dread and depression seemed to have lifted and he
realized he was smiling more. He had to remind himself to be careful not
to smile at just anyone in school. The last thing he wanted was to
attract attention.
He tried writing how he was feeling in his journal. He decided since it
wasn't a school project, he wouldn't proof-read his writing or reread it.
He'd write a few paragraphs and then put it away. Some evenings before he
went to bed, he'd pull it off his nightstand and write what he was
thinking.
By week three, Brian did notice a slight difference in his body. He felt
like he gained weight. He felt bigger. He stepped on the scale and noted
the three pound increase. He felt taller, larger in his clothes. He wrote
about that success in the journal. He omitted the things that were
happening across the street in Mindy's bedroom.
Since starting the medication, it was different when he and Mindy fooled
around. Brian was enjoying it more. It was like someone threw a switch
and increased his awareness. When kissing Mindy, his nose was more
sensitive to smells. MIndy's perfume and the heat off her skin seemed to
be richer and heavier. During sex, smells literally brought him to
orgasm. Spreading her legs and hovering over her with his nose, he'd get
high just smelling her wetness. He'd thrust his nose into her slit and
inhale deeply. He loved to rub his body against hers. It got so crazy
that he had to shower after they made love or he couldn't concentrate on
the rest of the day from the smell on his hands. He didn't include any of
that in his journal.
He wasn't going to write about the sex in the journal. Brian figured that
if anyone ever found his log book, it would embarrass him, but if they
read about their sex, he'd never live it down. He decided it wouldn't be
a tell-all. He left out the part where sex was starting to get crazy. He
left out the way Mindy smelled or how he'd writhe with pleasure when he
came. He knew the pills were changing him and he knew things were getting
more intense with Mindy. One time, he found himself moaning with her
while she orgasmed. It took him a few minutes to catch his breath. He
smiled when he realized he was glowing inside.
Brian and Mindy had started fooling around in middle school. It was
something to do after school. Long ago, when he was little, his mom had
arranged for Mindy's older sister, Claire, keep an eye on Brian after
school. Since Mindy and Brian were the same age and went to school
together, it was natural they would become friends.
Claire never worried about them going up and spending all that time each
day alone and unsupervised in Mindy's room. It was innocent in the
beginning until one day when they were both on Mindy's big double bed and
she started watching Brian closely.
"You know, Brian, I like you." Mindy was smiling at him.
Brian heard what she said, but was shy and afraid to turn and look at her.
"Uh-huh."
"Well, do you like me?"
"Uh, yeah." He turned and smiled.
Mindy smiled back and kissed him on the lips.
Brian was dumbfounded. He had never been kissed by a girl and here was
Mindy kissing him. He kissed back and she parted his lips with her tongue
and stuck it in his mouth while her hand pressed on his chest. Brian was
feeling lightheaded. He leaned against her hand and kissed harder. He
heard Mindy groan.
"Are you all right?" Brian was afraid that maybe he had hurt her.
Mindy smiled and took a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm fine. Did
you like kissing me?"
Brian showed her by kissing her back. He was a little surprised when she
placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer. She kissed
him while her other hand rubbed his chest. It was Brian's turn to moan.
One thing led to another and Brian found himself massaging Mindy's
delicate chest and her tiny breasts. Out of breath, Mindy pushed him
backwards telling him to stop. "That's enough for now. We can do this
again tomorrow."
That was years ago. Each day, their explorations had progressed. No one
else knew afternoons were spent under the covers. No one, not even
Claire, realized that Mindy owned Brian. She had taken him hook, line,
and sinker and had no plans to let him go.
Mindy had told him many times that it was their special secret. She
didn't want anyone else to know what they were doing.
Brian suspected that's why she started dressing him. He wondered
sometimes if she did that just to hold something over him.
At first, he rejected the idea of wearing Mindy's panties while they
kissed. She'd tease and toy with him until Brian realized that Mindy
would never let up. He realized then that the women he knew were
controlling. He recognized it just didn't pay to argue or say no.
He never complained. Instead, he did everything Mindy asked, however
silly it seemed. Once she knew she was completely in charge, the play got
better. She felt that her part was to reward Brian with pleasure.
Brian starting enjoying the dressing part of their relationship more.
Mindy felt sexually satisfied when she was on top and he was wearing her
panties. It was always fun.
Brian admired Mindy and found that listening to what she said seemed to
make sense. Mindy seemed to have a bigger picture of the school and the
students. She knew who liked him and who didn't. She gave him advice on
who to avoid in school and who might cause him trouble. Mindy loved to
talk about her day at school and what her girl friends' said to each
other. Brian would listen and imagine that they were his friends too.
At school, Brian spent his time alone. He never tried to make friends or
to sit with people at lunch. That was okay because getting a friend meant
risking exposure.
His body hadn't changes since he was twelve. It seemed like someone had
turned off his growth switch and there he'd remain.
Mindy never complained about Brian's lack of erections or his lack of
growth. She continued to love him for what he was and he felt that any
way he could give the love back was fine. He felt that if Mindy wanted to
pretend he was a girl when they made love, it was okay with him.
When he was wearing her panties and tee shirts, he'd occasionally get a
glimpse in the mirror. Other than his shorter hair, he did sometimes
appear to be a young teen girl. He recognized the effect it was having on
Mindy and just go with the flow of the moment. He even learned girlish
gestures and would pretend to be Mindy's little friend.
On the morning of the fourth week, he weighed himself in the bathroom.
Surprised to see that since starting the treatments, he had gained three
pounds and realizing he never once felt sick. Instead of sickness, his
whole body felt more in-tune. He found himself stretching his arms and
legs, feeling the hum of his muscles. He was feeling stronger and more
flexible.
After he got dressed, he asked his mom to measure him against the kitchen
doorframe.
"Brian, you've grown an inch!" She gave him a big hug and kissed him on
the cheek. "I think this treatment is working."
Brian shrugged. He knew that the medication was causing changes. He felt
different, not bad, just different. He had tried to write about it and
hadn't been able to put the words down on paper. He was changing. Maybe
it's just a growth spurt and the mental changes that went along. Whatever
it was, it was great. But, he was afraid that something bad was going to
happen.
Brian sat out in the waiting room. He anxiously flipped through the
magazine waiting to hear his name called. He and his mom were at regular
office hours this afternoon. His mom had picked him up after school and
they had gone over to see Dr. Galloway.
Dr. Galloway had given him a physical and drawn blood to be tested. Brian
noted that Dr. Galloway was wearing a lab coat and dress pants. Gone were
the running shoes and jeans. As she looked his body over, she asked him
questions.
Brian had done his best to describe his physical and emotional state. The
journal writing had made it easier to recount and retell his own
observations. He mentioned his heightened sense of smell, his feelings of
weight, and the strange sensation of stretching his muscles.
Dr. Galloway had smiled when she told him to get dressed and return to the
waiting room. I want to see the blood results and they talk to the two of
you.
Now he waited to be called back to the doctor's office for a consultation.
He was a bit fidgety.
When his name was called, he and his mom both walked back to the doctor's
office together.
Dr. Galloway smiled as they were sitting down. "Well, Brian, overall, do
you think you're doing okay?"
"Uh, great, I guess. I haven't been sick and I've gained some weight and
grown an inch. That's pretty good, isn't it?"
Dr. Galloway nodded. "It's great news. I was hoping that the hormones
would get your system growing and it appears that it has. You're not out
of the woods, yet."
Brian looked straight at the doctor. She took that as a signal to keep
talking.
"Well, you're making progress, but the hormones you are taking have
eventual side-effects. We want to find a balance and keep you healthy and
growing."
"Well, I mean, the obvious side effect is that I'd grow up into a woman,
right?"
Dr. Galloway laughed. "Not quite, Brian. Not quite. Low dose estrogen
is not going to make you wake up one day and find that you've become
female. The hormones can give you side effects that you might not want.
Breasts, for example. Have you noticed any swelling around your nipples
or increased sensitivity?"
Brian shook his head, "No. I think I would have noticed that."
"How about mood swings? Have you found yourself sad for no reason at
all?"
"Nope. If anything, I am feeling all around better."
"Well, that's good to note. Since everything seems to be progressing, I'm
going to start you on a time capsule estrogen pill that you'll only have
to take once a day. I think we can discontinue the pills you're taking
for nausea. I'll still need to see you in another month and I want you to
call me if anything crazy happening."
Brian felt horrified. "Crazy? What's going to happen that's crazy?"
"Look out for mood swings, breast development, and nausea. Oh yeah, if
you wake up one morning and you're a girl, stop taking the pills. Keep
writing in your journal and thinking about how you feel. Okay?"
Brian nodded and handed the prescription paper to his mom to hold. He was
relieved that nothing bad had happened at the visit.
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