He was growing tits! He slid his hands under the paper nightgown and worked his way carefully around the mass that was forming just under the surface. Not more than a quarter inch thick but more than a hand across. And, like his penis, his nipples were very responsive now. Both hardened and lengthened at the slightest provocation. And today, that tingling that started at the nipple was mirrored, like a new reflex had been formed. The sustained tingling of his nipple reminded him of the magazine that was lying in his lap. An odd smile formed on his lips as he picked up the magazine and opened it. Pictures of babies, sweet, soft, gentle creatures with large eyes and tiny bodies. "Ooh, cute!" he exclaimed his body tingling.
Two cute young men entered the room. They were Bob and Gary, both on Dr. Miles team. "Hi, guys," he waved in masculine fashion, with a limp wrist. Bright red fingernails flashed in the light. Both leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He hardly even felt sick at the closeness of those breasts and the smell of perfume. The secret was not thinking of them as sexy. "What are we doing today?" He was getting used to the high flute that had replaced the original baritone. His tongue slid across moist lips lathered in creamy lipstick.
"Dress up! Starting with the most darling under clothes." Bob smiles broadly.
Ever since the first conditioning session, Danny could hardly wait to put on the silks and satins and nylons. "When am I going to be allowed to get out of this horrible hospital gown for good?"
Gary winked. "Today. You'll be moved to the residence for the last day here. Isn't that just peachy?"