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The Trial Part 3
I continued checking myself several times a day but didn't really notice
anything else in the short term. Was this good news, I wondered? I
suspected it wouldn't last, but didn't have any idea what would happen
anyway. It was no consolation whatsoever that Claire didn't either!
There was no visible change at the moment so I concentrated on going out
as often as I could to carry out one of my favourite pastimes,
photography. I either walked locally or took a bus or train to more
remote locations where I could take pictures of whatever took my fancy.
Don't get me wrong, I used an automatic pocket camera and unless I looked
at the EXIF information when I uploaded to Flickr I had absolutely no
idea of focal lengths, exposure times, apertures or any other technical
aspect of what I took. I just liked taking photos!
"Peter, I see no problem in you doing this at all, but please do make
sure you take a fully charged mobile phone with you so that if anything
did go wrong, I can get help to you as soon as possible. Please God, it
won't, but I do want you to be careful"
I suppose it was well meant, but it sent another of those cold shivers
down my spine. Did she think something would happen? I hoped not.
My factor 29 level was up to 8 when I again noticed something. It was so
insidious that I really wasn't sure of it for quite some time. My skin
was definitely getting softer and my hair seemed to be getting fuller. I
wasn't showing any signs of baldness that I knew of but my whole mop just
seemed to have more body to it than before. My skin just had a little
sponginess to it that hadn't been there before. It felt softer.
When I was reasonable sure of my facts I had another answer to the daily
"Question"
"OK, Peter. I want you to lie down on the bed with your shirt and vest
off, please."
The Blush Index went up a little, but I did as I was told and lay there,
face up, while Claire ran her hands over my chest and stomach, pinched
the fat on my arms and handled my hair. Nary a twitch, of course! It
could have been rather erotic, but instead it was just a little
embarrassing.
"Yes, I think you're right, Peter. I wouldn't be unhappy to have hair and
skin like yours. I could be jealous if it weren't so serious! Put your
things on again, there's no point in getting cold."
"I don't see that it will make any real difference at the moment, Peter.
I know it's different, but it's doing you no harm and plenty of men have
as good a head of hair as you have now. Some even go so far as using a
volumiser to get it that way. No need to change what you are doing, but
thank you for telling me about it. We'll record it against your Factor 29
level as every little bit of information may be important."
Soft skin, full hair. I wasn't happy, but I saw her point, It wasn't
doing any harm at the moment, so go with it, I suppose.
I continued with my photography and got some pleasing comments on Flickr.
I could immerse myself in that to a great extent while I improved my
photographic skills. I even bought myself a Bridge camera with a big zoom
and macro lens and started really getting into composing my shots.
I had thought long and hard about it and I decided that even if - Oh God!
- I changed into a woman, I could still do my photography as there is
nothing gender-related about it. I was fairly sure now that I was never
going to go back to my old job and had asked Claire to arrange with my
employers for me to be eased out with an 'incurable illness'. They
apparently weren't too unhappy about losing me and Claire had already
assured me that until I was finally cured or at least fully stable in my
new situation, I would be receiving a full 'salary' from the trial
insurance. What would happen then, I assume, would depend upon my
situation.
Joy!
Apart from having my 'dysfunction', soft skin and luxurious hair, I was
still essentially showing all the normal external features of a man and
could therefore go about my everyday business in a normal way. I wondered
how much longer this would be the case.
.oOo.
It was not to be long before another change came about and it really
wasn't one I wanted to know about!
My balls were starting to get smaller! Again, it was an almost insidious
start. It took me several days to really be sure that they were starting
to disappear. This was one report I really didn't want to be making to
Claire, but, of course I knew I had to.
The "Question" came up and my Blush Index went up to maximum! You could
have used me to paint Ferraris!
I managed to get the information over to her, somehow.
"Thank you, Peter. I know its horribly embarrassing but haven't we
already agreed that I won't make fun of you about it? This really is a
serious business, you know. Now, I can get a male doctor over here if you
would prefer, but someone has to assess you now and regularly in future,
so if you don't want me doing it, say so and I'll make the arrangements."
I thought about the options. Even if she 'handled' me, what was going to
happen? My dysfunction was so complete that I wouldn't suddenly pop up
with pleasure, so to say, and if she got another doctor over, I would
still have the embarrassment of being handled in any case. At least I now
knew Claire pretty well.
I was still on maximum Blush Index but I looked her straight in the eye.
"I trust you and I know you, Claire. So, much as I am embarrassed by the
whole affair, I think it best if you just go ahead."
"I understand. I promise to be gentle and I'll try and get it done as
fast as possible but I think you know that I will have to do a thorough
job of my examination. If you will just get up on your bed and lower your
trousers and underpants we'll try and get it done as quickly and
painlessly as possible."
Reluctantly, I got onto the bed and put myself on display. I know the
main reason was hygiene, but Claire putting a surgical glove on did sort
of make it a bit more clinical in my mind. She gently felt around each
ball in turn . It didn't hurt although it was a slightly weird feeling as
she pressed very gently, obviously finding out as much as she could about
their size and consistency.
"I know you say they are getting smaller, Peter, but at the moment they
appear to be pretty well normal."
"Even though they aren't getting any work?"
"That doesn't usually make much difference, to be honest. To put it to
you bluntly, even the randiest stud around, and I know of one or two,
doesn't have smaller ones nor does a monk have bigger ones. So output
doesn't seem to affect size to any degree."
Small consolation! I expected they would continue getting smaller, even
if they didn't get any work!
"I'm sorry for the embarrassment, Peter, but you do realise that I'm
going to have to check you on a regular basis for this? I suppose we'll
both get used to it sooner or later and I doubt the fact that it
embarrasses me too is of any great interest to you, but it goes with the
job."
"I don't suppose you have to do it very often anyway, do you?"
She smiled. Oh well! It makes a change!
"You might be surprised but I'll tell you this. It's much more
embarrassing when you have to do it and a huge erection pops up in front
of you!"
"The chance would be a fine thing!"
"Ahem!"
"Whoops" Sorry, Claire. You know what I mean. I'm certainly not out to
embarrass you."
"Yes, I do know. It will be good if we can just get through this without
either of us chickening out."
I nodded and then walked her to the door. Just she was about to leave she
turned to me.
"I think we shall need to do a whole body CAT-scan soon Peter, so that we
can keep track of what's happening inside as well as the obvious external
changes. Are you particularly busy next week, or can I book you in for
one?"
My days were now very much my own so I indicated open season.
"OK. I'll come back to you with a set date for some time next week then,
Bye!"
.oOo.
Nothing more really happened over the next few months. That is, if you
don't count the fact that I had a nubbin between my legs that did
absolutely nothing under any circumstances except allow me to pee
standing up, soft girlish skin, luxurious hair which Claire had advised
me to stop cutting for the time being and a pair of balls that had
already shrivelled to about a third of their original size!
The hair-cutting episode had been somewhat traumatic! I had become
somewhat shaggy since the original incident and had mentioned in passing
to Claire that I would have to get a haircut fairly soon. She looked at
me long and hard.
"You do realise what is happening to you, Peter, don't you?"
It was becoming increasingly obvious. The Factor 29 count was still
rising and there was no sign whatsoever of a 'cure' on the horizon. The
CAT-scan had shown that my prostate gland was reducing in size and
although I hadn't really noticed, my musculature was showing mild signs
of degeneration.
"Yes, Claire. I'm becoming more and more feminine, like it or not!"
"Agreed! I suggest that there will come a time when you have to consider
if you want to present yourself as a male or female, to put it bluntly!
If you decide on the female route then a good head of hair will be to
your advantage, won't it?"
This was rather brutal! I can recognise the inevitable when hit over the
head with it but, wow! About the only soft side of her comment was that
she hadn't said "when I decide"!
"I'm sorry, Peter, but I think you have to face facts. Unless we can find
a way out of this situation, you are going to end up looking very
feminine. If we find a 'cure' then a haircut solves your situation but in
the meantime I really do suggest that you go with the flow!"
I sat down, white-faced. The cards really were on the table and I had to
face reality. Did I want to be feminine? No way! Did I have a choice? At
the moment it seemed the answer was no, I didn't. I had spent all my time
up until now just feeling sorry for myself and it seemed that Claire had
decided that it was time to change that situation.
"I can't imagine that it's going to be long before some more 'symptoms'
appear, Peter. Your Factor 29 count is over 8 now and is still rising at
a steady rate and it looks like the rate at which you will change is
increasing as the Factor level rises."
Added to her previous comments, I was just about ready to top myself
after that!
Something in my head brought me back to reality again and I tried to sit
down and work out what exactly I was supposed to do. I could ask Claire,
but I suspected that she wanted me to work it out first. Then we could
discuss the details.
"I'm going to go now, Peter. I'll give you a downer to help you a little
for today and I suggest you think very carefully about what you will need
to do if we can't find a cure in the short term."
I spent the rest of the day and, it seemed, half the night thinking about
what she had said.
Presenting as a female? In other words, she suspected that I would end up
with a female-looking body and as such, it would be in my best (best?)
interests to look like a woman in all respects. The thought of that
option put a cold shiver up my spine. I really couldn't imagine myself
looking like that.
It was becoming increasingly obvious that I was shortly going to be the
owner of an empty sack. Already, my Y-fronts were getting rather baggy at
the front. There was very little indeed for them to support.
I did something I had managed to avoid up until that moment and went to
my wife's underwear drawers and had a look at the other sort of pants I
might be wearing. There was an unopened pack of plain white panties
sitting there and despite my better feelings, I opened the pack and took
out a pair.
I examined then closely. They were thinner than I was used to but
otherwise there didn't seem to be anything particularly 'sexy" about
them. There was no lace, no silks or satins or ribbons. They were
different to mine, of course with no front opening, but otherwise quite
unremarkable. I supposed that when the time came, I could wear them if I
had to, but for the time being, I just left them and went about my day's
business.
I went out with my camera! I suppose it was a release.
.oOo.
Another couple of month and I had reduced firstly down to the size of a
couple of grapes and then not long afterwards, Claire stated that she was
unable to find any trace of them at all. My sack was also withering. To
all intents and purposes, I was a eunuch with some mildly feminine
attributes.
Wonderful!
I took the plunge and started wearing the panties. They were a bit big
for me and it wasn't any sort of a thrill, just reasonably comfortable.
The first time Claire saw them she just smiled gently.
"Did you buy those, Peter?"
"No. There was an unopened pack in a drawer upstairs."
I didn't have to say any more as she nodded in understanding of how come
they were there.
"More comfortable than your old ones?"
"A bit big, but yes, I suppose so."
She nodded again and continued with the day's assessment. Nothing more
was said of any relevance and she left for the day.
The following day there was the usual bloods to be taken and the
'Question' asked but I had nothing to add to my situation so we finished
fairly quickly and she was shortly on her way. It was about ten minutes
later that I realised she had left a small package on the sofa with my
name on it. I opened it and found another pack of panties, in a variety
of pastel colours and all in a smaller size.
There was also a short note inside.
"Peter. I don't want to embarrass you any more than is necessary as a
part of the problem but I thought you might find these a better fit. Try
them and see. They won't cost you anything as they have come out of the
trial contingencies budget!
"You might also like to think about getting a catalogue or two from some
mail order companies as I'm certain you'll find ordering from them a lot
less of a trial than going into the ladies departments in town.
Claire"
There were a couple of out-of-date catalogues still sitting around so I
contented myself with having a look through them as I sat there drinking
a coffee. Was she really expecting me to wear clothes like these at some
time in the future? Good grief!
I took the pack upstairs and opened it. Colours! I'll stick to white,
thank you! I took out the white pair and replaced the ones I had on with
them. They fitted where they touched - everywhere! They were, however,
rather comfortable if slightly tight around my waist so I kept them on
and went about my day. What was I going to say to Claire when I saw her
in the morning?
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