The mandate came through on a random Friday. He couldn’t believe it. Turning up the TV volume, Kai watched in disbelief as the newscaster announced the new government mandate.
“Starting today, all HRT for transgender individuals is banned. Those found supplying or taking the controlled substances of estrogen, testosterone blockers, or synthetic testosterone will be detained. The government is asking for full cooperation with medical facilities to gather information regarding any patient that has been taking such substances and immediately detaining them at gender confusion correction faculties. And now, onto the local forecast..”
Kai’s fingers twitched, the remote falling to the floor. He couldn’t believe it. His mind raced. The testosterone sitting on his bathroom counter suddenly felt like a bright red target. Surely they wouldn’t find him? He lived in a fairly liberal state, and he was sure the local government would not cooperate. Â
Nothing happened. For six weeks there were rumors swirling of people disappearing, but Kai told himself he was safe. He couldn’t afford to think otherwise; it wasn’t like he was well off enough to flee the country. He didn’t even know where he would run to. Instead he focused on getting to his barista job and back home as quickly as possible, doing his best to blend in with all the cis men around him. He was a bit shorter, a bit scrawnier than most men, but he passed it off well with a gruff voice and faded buzz cut.Â
At eight weeks, Kai felt confident. He scheduled his overdue PAP smear without fear. He was lucky enough to have an understanding gynecologist, one that had always made him feel affirmed in his gender. She was gentle and funny, making the procedure relatively non dysphoria inducing.Â
The assistant showed him the exam room when he arrived and asked him to remove his pants and panties. He winced at the choice in words, but the assistant seemed new, so he let it slide. As he laid back and waited, legs spread a little, he tried to calm his nerves and study the discoloration in the ceiling.Â
A knock on the door signaled the arrival of the gynecologist. “Come in.” Kai called gently.Â
The man who entered was not Kai’s usual gynecologist. Kai sat up quickly, feeling exposed. “Where’s Dr. Caine?”
“She was let go from this practice.” The man, older, with gray streaks in his hair and beard, stared over his glasses frames at Kai. “I thought you were here for a PAP smear?”
Kai flushed, feeling his neck go red. “I…am.” Something said he wasn’t safe, but he felt stupid thinking about getting up and bolting from the office. He didn’t even have his pants on.Â
The doctor furrowed his brow in serious concern. “Do you typically present as masculine despite having a vagina and female anatomy?”Â
Kai’s heart thundered in his chest and he shifted uncomfortably. “I….not…always.” The lie slipped out as a reflex.
The new gynecologist clicked through his computer, seeming to look at Kai’s files. “Your files say you were taking synthetic testosterone intramuscular injections. This is highly illegal. You should have been reported to a correction facility for your own safety months ago. Sit back please.”
Kai didn’t sit back. “I haven’t been on it in a while, ever since I saw the mandate. I’ve been following the law.”
The doctor’s hands clamped down, firm and wide on Kai’s thighs. “Lean back so I may begin your checkup please.”
Kai’s thighs shook and he swallowed hard, leaning back, squeezing his eyes shut. Fear raced icy through his veins. He heard the snap of gloves and felt a cold finger probe at his outer labia. The finger traced his engorged clit, swiping back and forth at the sensitive head until the tip stood tall and exposed. Kai’s breathing came out embarrassingly loud, heart thundering in his chest. There was the sound of a cap being popped, and then something cold and slick was being spread over the tip of his clitoris. The rubbing began again, tortuously and perversely gentle. Kai bit his lip.
“Your body responds to typical female stimulation. I see no reason why you had to disfigure your genitalia with synthetic chemicals.”
The words pulled sickeningly at Kai’s stomach, but the gloved finger kept at its gentle swiping, aided by the slick lube. Kai felt his clit twitch at the cold air whenever the finger lifted away. Kai jumped when he felt the doctor’s other hand raise to trace his outer labia, pushing a little as it rubbed circles over Kai’s vagina.
“I’ll begin the examination now.” The doctor’s indirect and shameless admission of guilt made Kai’s body heat with shame, but there wasn’t a moment to feel it before two fingers plunged into his vaginal canal. He moaned, twisting off the exam table slightly before collapsing in embarrassment at his own reaction.Â
“Fucking slut.” The doctor muttered. Kai refused to meet his eyes. His future was slipping away in front of his eyes and yet he was about to cum on this fascist’s doctor’s fingers. The fingers inside of him rubbed his walls, searching for a certain position that made Kai’s legs unconsciously spread wider. “There we go;” He grunted, before he begin to jackhammer his fingers into Kai. Kai gasped, eyes crossing quickly at the speed and intensity. Each brutal pass of his fingers slid against a spot that made Kai clench on the doctor’s hand. When another finger slid in, he almost sobbed in relief. Â
The doctor’s other hand came back up to his lubed clit, rubbing steady circles as he curled his fingers in and out of Kai’s slick hole. “”I put in the report for a confused female before coming in for this exam. They’ll be here shortly. Until then, I’ve already begun your reeducation program. You’re responding well already, Rebecca.”
Kai felt electric shocks up his spine, numbing his reason as his deadname was uttered. A low whine slipped up his throat as protest, even as the doctor’s circles on his clit sped up. Kai’s thighs begin to shake again, not with nerves, but with desperation for an inevitable climax. Â
“No…I’m not..going to….go...” Kai tried to punch the words out but they slipped out in a pathetic whine. The doctor chuckled dryly.
“I’m sure you think it’s best for you to keep juicing yourself. But as a medical professional, I promise you your female body has not forgotten its purpose. I’m about to display this purpose now.”
Kai wished he was wrong, but he felt in his own body. His lower abdomen began to warm, thighs flexing. He felt himself teetering on that warm edge, almost pushed off the cliff by the slick slide of gloved fingers over his fattened clit, thick fingers pushing apart the swollen folds of his drooling cunt. He let out a sudden cry as his hole and clit spasmed in unison, orgasm finally peaking.
The squelch of fingers fucking his orgasming vagina were muffled by the doctor’s smug coos. “There we go. Let it all out, Rebecca. Good girl.”Â
Kai sobbed, orgasm still ripping him apart, hole clenching greedily on the gloved hand as it slid out of him. He felt the doctor’s gaze on his fluttering hole, clit still twitching in the open air.Â
There was a knock at the door and two armed officers entered. The doctor straightened, pulling away the privacy sheet across Kai’s lap to expose his fucked out and throbbing sex. “She’s all ready for you boys!”Â
