Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Jim Moriarty/John Watson
Tags: Transgender, Trans John, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Surgery Consultation, Gender Affirmation, Medical Kink, Breasts, Breast Worship, Fondling, Making Out, Not Approved Medical Practice, Nudity, ToplessDoctor/Patient, Teasing, gender euphoria, Fat John
John Watson sat quietly on the examination table. His sister Harry sat in a chair nearby, his emotional support and a beacon of confidence to offset his anxiety. Everyone at the outpatient clinic had been kind so far - he wasn’t used to being correctly gendered, or treated like a normal human being.
“I’m sure you’ll like Dr Moriarty. You’ve looked through his results, right?”
“Yeah. He’s done some great work for men like me. With… with my size.”
His skin stuck to his chest in the warm room. The nurse who did his preliminary examination, Mary, was kind and gentle. She made sure her touch didn’t exacerbate his dysphoria, but sitting topless wasn’t easy for John. It never had been. His gut twisted with anxious tension. What if he couldn’t afford top surgery? What if he’d never be rid of his chest?
The door clicked open, and Dr Moriarty entered. He looked like his photos online, but John wasn’t expecting to be so overwhelmed. Big brown eyes crinkled in the corners as he flashed John a disarming smile. His arched brows made him look almost mischievous. Pale-skinned, dark-haired, he seemed like a faerie hiding among humans. Even Harry couldn’t help but stare. Moriarty’s eyes slid over him, drinking in the sight of him half-naked on the table.
“Hello,” Moriarty cooed, offering John his hand. “Jim Moriarty. Hi. You’re John Watson?”
“Ah, yeah, nice to meet you,” John murmured in response. Dr Moriarty’s hand was soft and smooth. He shook it gently, enjoying the warmth of his touch.
“Aren’t you handsome! You look nervous - don’t be, my office is a place you can be yourself without harassment. Just as a bit of a warning, I’m going to need to do my own examination to measure your chest and see what work you need done. Is that alright?”
Blushing, John nodded. Would those gentle hands slide against his bare skin?
“Sister!” Harry interjected. “Sister, I’m his support system.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful! Your sister can wait outside, if you’re more comfortable with that.”
“Is that alright, Harry?”
She gave John a knowing smile. Of course he wanted to be alone with Dr Moriarty - Harry could see John’s interest plain as day. With a nod at them both, she excused herself.
“Just text me if you need me. I’ll ask the assistant about payment.”
Alone in the room with Jim, John’s heart raced.
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