A Sissy For Mom And Sister Ch 02

CHAPTER 2

8 weeks has passed, 8 lots of injections to help me grow in every aspect.

There were no noticeable changes for the first 5 weeks. However, in the last 3 weeks, I feel like I have started to progress. I have grown an inch in height and put on 4lbs. I definitely feel a little bigger down there. It could be because the hormones allow me to get a full erection now, but I'm feeling positive that BIG change is just around the corner.

"Sweetie. Carly, could you two jump in the car now? We're going to be late for Sam's follow up appointment!" mom yells from upstairs.

I quickly pull my white cotton briefs up. I hold the loose waist band out in front and notice I'm still a long way off from filling the front pouch. Happy, still, with the albeit small progress.

After dressing, I run downstairs to the car. Carly gets in beside me, and I decide that I'm not going to worry about the appointment, or worry that she is coming with us again today. Her & Mom can see the results and see how much I've grown. Hopefully they'll be proud of me. It should just be a quick look and a check, because I'm sure things are going well.

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The three of us walk inside the doctors consult room, and as per usual, I strip down and stand in the corner under the lights. I'm a lot more confident than the first time.

"Ah yes, it looks like you have one or two chest hairs coming through. Very good. Your pubic area is still quite smooth though, but it could start coming through soon hopefully," Doctor Freeman says, reaching down, pinching and pulling at my soft penis.

"Alright, that's about 2-1/4 inches... flaccid. Very good. And your testes have descended on their own today. They look to be slightly larger, yes, ok. They look like they're not too far from being functional. Oh my, it seems like this could actually be working," the doctor exclaims.

I feel a little nervy after last time when he snaps a photo again, then takes it over to show Mom & Carly. I feel my soft penis grow a little bit. This is probably weird, but hopefully they are impressed with how big I am now.

"As you can see, quite a long way to go, but there is SOME improvement there. I would say he is now in the 8th/ percentile for penile measurement and the 5th for teste size. Congratulations Sam!" Doctor Freeman says with an air of achievement.

"Oh wow," mom chirps. "I was not expecting that! So, there's no side effects so far doctor?"

"It is looking ok, so far, Mrs Rogers. There are a couple more tests we need to quickly do, to rule out any problems. I did notice on the blood test that the PSA level was slightly up, so we are not in the clear just yet. This is common side effect from of the testosterone, so we'll just do a quick digital exam to rule out any future risks.

"Sam can you please climb up on the exam table there, on your hands and knees, facing the wall. Just try and relax, I'll get some gloves and some lubricant," The doctor says as comforting as he can.

What? What is he checking? What is the lubricant for? I climb up on the table and do as I am told. I feel my little, but growing penis and my smooth bum exposed to my sister and Mom across the room. It feels like an eternity before he comes back, long enough for me to regret allowing my sister coming with.

"Ok, just open your legs a little wider so I can see what I'm working with here," Doctor Freeman says, squirting a huge stream of cold lube in between my butt cheeks.

Oh god, he must be going to examine something inside me! My mind races in a panic. I look over at Mom with a scared look on my face. My penis immediately starts to swell from nerves, anxiety and embarrassment to name a few.

"Sweetie, would you like me to hold your hand," Mom asks, in a most comforting voice.

I shake my head, and just as I think I'll try and tough it out, he slides two fingers into my tight back cavity.

"Ohhh," I moan, at the uncomfortable feeling, and start to panic. Mom, seeing this, rushes over and holds my hand.

"Its ok honey, the more you relax, the easier it will be," Mom says as she places a hand on my lower back.

I wince as his two fingers slide in even further. Mom gently rubs up and down my back and tells me I'm being a good boy.

This is all starting to get a bit too much; this is too much! I put my head down on the pillow and notice there is a thin stream of clear liquid oozing out of my little penis, and start feeling very shaky all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry to say Mrs Rogers, your son has had a very negative reaction to the treatment. His prostate is extremely enlarged as a result of the introduced testosterone. This... this is not good."

"Oh my god, what do we do doctor?" Mom says in panic.

"Sorry, I don't mean to alarm you, but we must stop the treatment as of right now. The injections are causing a build-up of cells inside the prostate, which is a very early indication of... severe future prostate trouble, or a precursor....something that can lead to the 'C' Word," Doctor Freeman states.

"RIGHT, well, we're stopping this treatment right away!" Mom interjects. "Sam I'm sorry, but I'm not risking anything that will harm you, or even worse, losing you. We're stopping!"

I look up at mom in horror. What does all this mean? I have so many thoughts rolling around in my head. I don't understand, things seemed so good. Are we just pausing or stopping?

"Ok Sam, I'm going to have to bring the swelling down. Unfortunately, this means I'm going to have to massage you for a couple of minutes, and quite literally milk the excess fluid out. It will temporarily reduce the swelling and risk of complications. Have you been having trouble urinating at all?" The doctor asks.

I have no idea what he's talking about, but I feel a huge pressure inside me where he is pressing.

"mmmm, a little bit," I mumble out.

My legs are now shaking like crazy as he starts to rub inside me with his two fingers, deeper and faster. I feel his large fingers curling towards my front as they slide in and out.

After 30 seconds or so, I feel like something is going to happen. Such a strange feeling, I'm not sure if I'm going to wet myself or spurt onto the exam bench. I close my eyes and go to a different place. A place that temporarily puts my mind at ease and lets me focus on mom rubbing up and down my back.

"That's it sweetie, you're doing so good," mom whispers into my ear.

I now feel my body being shoved forward on the table with each movement, and hear the sound of wet lube sliding, as the doctor vigorously thrusts his hand.

"MMmmmhmm," I moan loudly as I snap back to reality. "Mommyyy," I involuntarily say, as I look between my legs and see the first stream of clear liquid dribble out of me.

Mom quickly cups her hand in front of my small penis to catch the mess.

"Let all your little cummies out baby, let them squirt into my hand, I'm very proud of you for being so brave," she whispers. Mom then catches another couple streams of liquid. I don't know if I'm feeling pain or pleasure, but the amount of pressure is extreme. I really don't understand why we're doing all this.

Surely it must almost be over, I think, but to my horror, the doctor slides another finger in, stretching me further, and gives a few last thrusts towards the front of my belly. I see mom pull her cupped hand away, as a few droplets of slightly yellow liquid start coming out, followed by a long stream that trickles into the towel on the exam table. It drips and squirts in time with his thrusts, until finished.

I moan loudly and collapse on the table while my legs continue to shake.

After a minute of hearing the doctor and mom talking, I feel the doctor slide his 3 fingers out of me, followed by a dribble of lube. I am unable to move, as I notice the familiar feeling of mom gently patting a towel on me with her spare hand. The reality of stopping my treatment starts to set in, and I feel tears building in my eyes. At least I gave it a go, maybe some of the small changes will stay? If not, I guess I'll just go back to exactly how I was...how I've always been.

I see mom tipping the little mess I made in her hand, into the bin, and I look up at her and tell her "I'm sorry." She heads over to the doctor and they start chatting.

"That worked well, but this is still quite serious, Mrs Rogers," the doctor explains.

"I thought we sorted it out with the milking just before doctor?" mom says, confused.

"We have to try and reverse the testosterone floating around in his body so this doesn't happen again. Now this might be hard for you and Sam to hear, but we need to start reversal therapy immediately. This involves a testosterone blocker and.... Some female hormones for six months. You will also have to milk him like that every 2nd day, for the next 2 weeks. The testosterone blocker is combined with an anti-inflammatory, and is in suppository form," the doctor says.

I see mom's eyes widen a little bit as she hears the words. I wonder what a suppository is.

"The female hormone mixture will be a weekly injection into the scrotum sack, around his little testes," The doctor informs.

I look down and imagine the pain of the needle, but it doesn't compare to the pain I'm feeling inside, stopping the current treatment and having all of this forced on me. I thought stopping the treatment was bad enough, but now we're reversing it? I just know the way my Mom works, that she will make me follow all of the steps he's giving her too.

"You can have this sample pack, it has lots of information, some gloves, some relaxing lubrication, collection cup and some additional tools," He explains, handing Mom a bag.

"I will run through the expected effects of this reversal treatment, all of which is necessary for your health and longevity Sam," The doctor adds, as I nod with no emotion at all.

"The main effects are, your testes will usually shrink to a very small size, and most probably become sterile. Now, I'm not sure that they were producing any sperm to start with, so I guess there is no real change there. As they atrophy from the testosterone blocker, the female hormones from the injection will somewhat attack the male cells down there. Now this can be painful and feel like a deep burning or pain.

"Any growth you've experienced in your penis over the last month or two, will be reversed, and in some cases, shrink a bit further. Your little erections you may have been experiencing, will become less frequent. Some incontinence has been reported, mainly at night, but a small percentage during daylight hours also, so keep an eye out for that."

"Is there anything we can do to help with his pain down there doctor? I can't bear to think of my little sweetie in pain," Mom asks.

"Some consistent, firm pressure in the area and an ice pack can sometimes help relieve some of the aching. Look, there's lots of reading in the information pack, so you'll have to try a few things and work out what works for you. In addition to pressure, some patients have reported that soaking a sanitary pad in water and freezing it has provided some good relief."

"Ok, we'll give that a try, I can see how that might help," mom says.

"Other changes might include: some small breast tissue growth, puffy, swollen and sensitive nipples, loss of body......... Hair," The doctor adds, while looking at my already hairless, smooth body.

"Sounds like there's going to be some big changes, but we're definitely doing this, because I can't stand the thought of anything bad happening to my baby. Is there anything we can do to make Sam comfortable, or more at ease with these changes?" She asks.

"I'm glad you asked Mrs Rogers, there's a new psychological study that suggests letting go of your.... Expectations of masculinity.... Embracing your body, the effects of the treatment, your bodies form, and its functions as they come, can contribute to a more positive overall outcome.

"Another slightly controversial study suggests that young patients who experience extreme anxiety, fear and resistance to the changes, may benefit from what they call 'turning back the clock therapy'. This involves taking away all the pressures and expectations of the adult patient to adjust. It places them, for some amount of time, in a much, much younger mindset where they are entirely cared for, and looked after by their parents, similar to the care they received when they were younger.

"It is reported that these patients progress through a relived (pretend) childhood, with these changes included, and come out the other side more confident and adjusted."

I really have no idea what he's talking about, but I do not like where this is heading.

"I'll let you work out the logistics of how that happens, but it needs a VERY personal approach. It works on the principle of connection, guidance and trust, with the parent making all the decisions, and therefore removing any pressure on the 'little' during a temporary, transitional period. They usually become more accepting of the circumstances," the doctor informs.

"Thanks doctor. Well, Sam, I'm not very happy with your decisions that have got us in this position. I was never really on board with this treatment, but decided to let you have a choice. Look where it has taken us!

"This all sounds good Doctor Freeman. I'm happy with the new treatment and most of the suggestions. I will have a think about the 'turning back the clock' therapy and do some research," Mom says, very sternly.

"I really hope some or all the information was helpful and contributes to a smooth couple of months for you two. Now if you would like to come forward to the edge of the bed and lift your knees up Sam, while spreading your legs, I'll start with the first needle into your testes, then you can be on your way," the doctor says, while grabbing my arm.

I feel my face burning. Why do I have to have female hormones injected into my already tiny sack?

"Now this will probably hurt quite a lot, so I suggest holding your mommy's hand again. It's probably best you get used to it, you're going to need to rely on her unwavering support over the coming weeks and months," the doctor says, holding the syringe up to a vial.

I cry when the needle goes in, as I feel the female hormones fill and surround my little balls in their sack.

"Ow, it burns!" I cry, gripping mommy's hand a little tighter.

I don't stop sobbing all the way to the home.

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Mom took us out for a nice lunch this morning, which was just what we needed after a rough day yesterday.

She mentions on the way home, "We just need to make a stop at the pharmacy and the shops for a few things."

The feeling of dread starts to set in. I knew what we were stopping for, and suddenly I didn't want to be here.

"Sweetie, you and I will duck in together and grab your prescriptions, Carly wants to go and check out some clothes. Here's the paperwork from the doctor."

Mom hands me the prescriptions as the car pulls up, and we walk into the busy pharmacy.

"Next," the friendly looking lady says as she smiles to greet me. "How may I help you today?"

Mumbling, I say, "I need to get these prescriptions filled please."

God it is just so busy in here, why couldn't it be a quiet day.

"Yes... yes... ok and these are for you?" The lady says, much louder than I'd like.

I nod, looking down, trying not to draw any attention to myself.

Still looking at the paper, she replies, "Yes, ok.... and have you had Testosterone blocker and an anti-inflammatory in the form of a suppository before?"

Maybe it was just me, but I feel like the whole pharmacy has stopped and started looking at me. I am momentarily frozen.

"Sweetie, answer the nice lady," mom whispers in my ear.

I am about as humiliated as I have been in my entire life, but somehow, I feel a little twitch between my legs. Do I like being humiliated like this? No, I certainly DO NOT, I tell myself, as I feel the tiniest bit of precum coat my underwear. It must be a fight or flight reaction, because this is horrible.

"I ah.. no, no I haven't," I manage to squeak out.

My little testes burn as I get a tiny little stiffy in my pants.

"And is this your first time using estrogen honey?"

I look around to see who's looking at me, and with teary eyes I nod my head. I can't wait for this day to be over.

I feel Mom's firm hand on my shoulder bring me in for a nice hug. She can tell I'm struggling and steps forward to take charge. I go into what I can only describe as a different mental space over the next 5 mins, while the lady and my Mom discuss an array of things, including how to insert my suppositories, side effects, different creams and ointments for down there and my chest, and the contents of the sample pack from the doctor.

Why me? Were all the side effects actually going to happen? Why are there so many creams and ointments? So many thoughts swirl in my head.

While the order is being filled, we start off in the direction of the department store to catch up with my sister.

"How's it feeling down there sweetie, are your little balls still hurting?" Mom asks.

"They're aching so bad mom, do you think we could just head home?" I reply with a grimacing look on my face.

"Aw sweetie, you should've said, we could've got you an ice pack at the chemist, and we should've grabbed some pads. On second thought, they're probably cheaper at the supermarket anyway, I guess."

"What size will we get him Mom?" Asks Carly, catching up to us.

"Hmm probably extra small, it's not a very big area to cool," Mom suggests.

I try and analyse my mom's face. It seems that everyone is very casual and matter-of-fact when talking about how small I am down there now. Do they not realise how embarrassing it is for me?

"Also, I was thinking about what the doctor said about keeping some pressure down there. I've decided to buy you a couple of pairs of small panties, so they feel nice and firm against your little, aching balls. I definitely think it could help. Those loose briefs you wear won't do a thing," Mom finishes saying.

"Mom! Please! Haven't I been embarrassed enough for one day? Can't I just try the pads in MY OWN underwear first?" I plead.

"We'll get both sweetie, it sounds like you're in a lot of pain, and besides, sanitary pads are designed to go inside ladies underwear, it won't work with those loose tighty whiteys you've got on. And they are quite loose... Look, it's just a temporary thing while you're having the treatment and experiencing pain, then we'll be finished."

"This is fun," Carly says. "Come on, cheer up, I've always wanted a sister hahaha. Let's get matching underwear! You might even find them comfortable!"

The thought of it did not sound fun, or comfortable.

"I'm not your sister and never will be Carly," I say firmly.

Trying to embarrass me further, Carly points to a rack of black lacey lingerie.

"I don't think Sammy is ready for that yet Carly, but how about these panties? They could actually look cute on you two," mom says with a giggle. She grabs size 10 for my sister and size 8 for me.

What does mom mean, 'ready for that YET'? I don't want any of it!

"You're a little bit smaller than her," mum says as she notices me looking at the sizes. "Just try them on, Sam, and stop making a fuss!"

Realising I'm not going to be able to get out of this, I head to the men's change room carrying my 3-pack of mint green, pale pink and baby blue coloured panties. They have small frilly lace of the same colour around the stitching, and a little pink bow at the front.

Why the hell am I carrying these, I say to myself, looking around. Are there no plain black panties here? They would be much less embarrassing.

"Sweetie," I hear mom say as I stop. "Don't go all the way to that one. You're both trying on panties from the ladies section. I think it'll be fine if you quickly jump in the same change room, we have to get back to the pharmacy soon," mom says firmly.