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The Sissy Breeding Clinic #1:
Tranny Nurses and Feminization in the Lab

by J.S. Lee

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They had been talking about having a baby for about three years, since shortly after the wedding actually, but for the last nine months, Michael and his wife had really been trying, something felt strange to him. After a lifetime of trying not to get a woman pregnant, now suddenly they fucked on a schedule and Anita watched the calendar. When she was ovulating, Michael was forbidden to masturbate. Every last one of his sperms had a destination. Even if he hated her mood swings and was more than a little disgusted when he watched Anita give herself shots, he was squeamish that way, it was nice to know that at least three days of the month, he was guaranteed an almost unlimited supply of pussy.


Michael never confessed that he hadn't ever had this much sex. In fact, as enthused as he pretended to be about having a baby, he had to admit that he would miss the naked, weekend romps. According to every man he knew who had become a father, sex dried up, at least temporarily and sometimes forever.


Going to the clinic was Anita's idea and sitting in the waiting room, he thought that the other couples looked far too familiar. Women who snapped and glared at the men they sat next to, men who refused to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. It was like admitting to a bunch of perfect strangers that you weren't man enough to get the job done. Michael put the magazine up and pretended to be reading. Real men could hardly stop from getting their wife knocked up, Michael didn't want to think about whether or not he had ever, or would ever, qualify.


A young woman, almost a girl really, opened the door and called out, “Anita and Michael, the doctor is ready to see you now.” Her voice was sexy, it seemed to tug at the crotch of Michael's pants and he had been married long enough to know that sporting a hard-on for another woman in front of his wife was a dangerous proposition. Michael buttoned his sports coat when he stood, there was no reason to piss Anita off when he didn't have to.


They followed the girl, she must be a nurse, at least that was what the uniform suggested, but she could have been a stripper. She had long, red curls that spilled down her back and Michael let his eyes wander down to the heart-shaped bottom that bounced with every step as she led them to the back. Her tight, white uniform revealed a thong and Michael tried to tear his eyes away because it was far too easy to imagine her wearing only the little panties. The view would be spectacular, the red hair would bounce as she pushed her luscious bottom back and moved in time with his every thrust.


The nurse interrupted his masturbatory fantasy and Michael was grateful because Anita was staring at him, exhaling loudly, a sign that he had learned over the last three years, that she was about to scream. “Go ahead and take a seat,” the sexy redhead opened the door and smiled at both of them, but Michael pretended that it was just for him. Her full lips parted and a quick glance down was rewarded with an almost perfect view of her cleavage. The nurse had tits that matched that juicy ass, she must be a full C-cup and he even got a glimpse of lace, her bra was full and Michael cleared his throat and forced himself to look her in the eye before Anita punched him in the arm.


He felt his mostly hard dick thump, as if he needed to be reminded that she was drop-dead gorgeous. “Thanks,” it was impossible for Michael to say more than that without Anita catching on.


The nurse closed the door behind him and he took his place on the second couch with his wife, who rolled her eyes at him. Anita was pretty, nice ass, small, perky breasts and she was a beast in the sack, the hormones had amped up her drive and her pussy was almost always soaking wet. Of course, the hormones had made her an almost unbearable cunt too, at least that was what he was blaming it on. She narrowed her eyes at him, “having fun, Michael?” she spat at him.


Michael knew exactly what she was referring to, if his wife had only known what he'd been thinking with every swish of the nurse's voluptuous ass, he wouldn't have been able to blow it off. “What?” he shrugged and tried to sound innocent instead of hard as a rock and ready to march back to the front desk and grab a fistful of the redhead's curls as he ripped the white, nylon dress off of her succulent body.


He hadn't even given an excuse or a reason and Anita shook her head, “You're such a fucking liar.” There it was, the mean-spirited woman who could barely stand his presence unless his pants were down and his dick was inside her. Michael really hoped that she was the sweet girl that he'd married again when she stopped giving herself shots.


There was no point in arguing with her and there wasn't any time either, the doctor had entered the room and she seemed to be far too busy and important to waste time listening to their pettiness. “Mr. and Mrs. Johnson,” the woman stopped to shake both of their hands before making her way to the table. She sat on her side and gestured at two seats across from her, not only was she the doctor, but she was in control of the room. Michael wondered just how in the hell he was supposed to impregnate his wife after this experience? His wife snapping at him, the nurse taunting him and now the doctor made all of his decisions for him. He had never been so emasculated, at least not recently.


Doctor Rydell was known in the area as a miracle worker and had given babies to trophy wives with husbands in their 60's. She had succeeded where others had failed and Anita had hung all of her hopes on the woman. Michael thought that they should just give up on all the drugs and do it the old-fashioned way, but his opinion counted less and less. The woman stared over the top of her reading glasses, first at Anita, then at Michael, then went back to their file, which was open on the table in front of her.


There was something about her that intimidated Michael more than he would ever want to admit. Her inky, black hair was up in a severe bun at the back of her head, where the nurse had been showing an abundance of skin, Doctor Rydell was showing none. Her dress matched her hair and there wasn't even the suggestion of sexiness. Maybe that was the set-up, he thought to himself, the nurse gave you a boner and the doctor took it away.


She closed the folder and gave them a grim smile, “so you've been on the hormones for nine months now?” Doctor Rydell asked Anita.


Anita sounded sad and Michael felt like a shit when he listened to her. He had been so selfish, he hadn't really ever stopped to think about how much this meant to her. “I have, I follow all the directions, I changed my diet, I'm taking the supplements too, and so far, nothing,” she sniffed and Michael reached for her hand.


The doctor nodded, she heard it all before, “Michael, what about you? What are you doing?” Great, now the Doctor was going to be on his balls too. He was doing exactly what a man should be doing, fucking his wife.


He smiled politely, “Well, we're having sex every time she ovulates. Usually two, three times a day.” Michael drew his shoulders back and puffed his chest out a little, the Doctor might be in charge of the room and the drugs that his wife was on, but he was the man of the house.


Doctor Rydell wasn't impressed, it was obvious by the look on her face and she was almost smirking when she asked, “You've never had your sperm checked before though, am I right?”


He shook his head no, Jesus Christ, the woman was a ball buster. “I didn't really think that I needed to,” Michael didn't have a choice but to be nice. Anita would tear him a new one when they got back to the car if he wasn't.


The Doctor sighed, “That's typical. What about masturbating, Michael? Are you self-pleasuring often?”


He blushed and squirmed in his seat. “No, not often,” just every day like every other red-blooded male, except on the forbidden days, “and not at all when she is ovulating.” Michael wanted to protest, he'd been a good boy, it wasn't fair that Doctor Rydell was acting like this was all his fault.


She didn't believe him. The Doctor crossed her arms over her ample bosom and leaned back in the chair, “Are you masturbating frequently to porn?”


This was a fucking trick question, Michael fumed, there was no good answer, especially not with his wife sitting right there. If he said no, he was a liar, and if he said yes, Anita would watch him like a hawk. “Not frequently,” his voice went up a bit and his armpits were suddenly very warm, almost sticky. The Doctor was scribbling something in the file and Michael opened his mouth, only a sound came out at first and when she looked up at him, he could feel his heart pounding a little faster, “wait, what are you writing down about me masturbating?”


Doctor Rydell almost smiled and then asked, “what kind of pornography do you usually masturbate to, Michael?”


He looked around, Anita didn't look at all upset, in fact, she had such a smug, superior look on her face that if he weren't such a gentleman, he would scream at her for it. Neither of the women seemed to care one bit, “I don't know what that has to do with anything.”


There was no way that he was going to answer it, what man would, especially not truthfully? Doctor Rydell was thinking and when was ready, the conversation continued, her hands behind her head as she stretched in the black, leather chair. “Today I'm going to examine you, Anita and we'll draw some blood, check on your levels, that kind of stuff. Michael, you'll be giving a semen sample,” she raised her eyebrows at him, Britney will help you with that. Then we'll meet back here and see where we're at.”


Britney was her name and the redhead was waiting outside the door for him. Michael looked back at his wife and waved, hoping that he didn't already look guilty because he was following the goddess with the perfect ass and with no wife around, his eyes would be on her thong that parted her cheeks. He had lost track of time entirely when they reached the small examination room, he had been too busy watching the sway of her hips and the quiver of each of her cheeks, moving separately and then together.


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