Cat HRT 0 Months
My alarm went off, blaring in my ear. I turned it off and got up, heading for the bathroom.
Sure, getting up at noon wasn’t exactly early, but it was for me. Thank you being a night shift employee for giving me a reason to be up the hours that actually work best for me.
I brushed my teeth and got ready for my appointment, being sure to make sure my partner was awake to take me. She was sitting up by the time I was ready.
“Are you ready for your appointment?” She asked, checking she had her wallet.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Here’s your keys.” I handed them to her and left the room, scooping small kittens out of the way before they got a chance to run in before my partner closed the bedroom door again.
The car ride was quiet, save for music playing as he drove. Until we got to the appointment.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked, gesturing towards the office of Dr. Erian as a woman with budding horns, fur, and a tail walked out.
“Yes, I am,” I responded, a bit shakily. “Is that… I think I know her.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“Yes, please…”
We got out, and she must have seen the nervous and startled look on my face. “Is this your first appointment?” She asked kindly, looking at the way I clutched my fiance’s hand to my chest.
“Yeah. I think I’ve seen you talking about your experiences… Josie?”
“Yeah, my name’s Josie. You look petrified. Don’t worry. The doctor can be difficult, but you’ll be fine. Take the leap. I think you’d be happy.”
“Thank you…” I looked up at her. “Thank you. I should get in there, don’t want to be late.”
“Of course not.” With that, she was heading away.
My fiance looked at me. “Do you know her?”
“Kind of, I’ve seen her talking about her transition. Now let’s go before I’m late.”
We walked up to the doors, and into the reception area. He went and sat down on a larger seat, likely one meant for a dragon or similar creature. He laid down as I spoke with the receptionist.
“Appointment for James… at 2pm.” I said.
“Alright, I have you right here. Fill this out and bring it back to me.”
I took it and went to go sit and fill it out. It was a basic questionnaire, asking about health problems, identity information, the works. I got to the information about species and paused before writing Domestic cat- Felis catus. Longhaired tortoiseshell variant.
I signed the waivers after skimming them, then took all the paperwork back to the receptionist.
“Can my fiance come with me?”
“Sure, but she’ll have to wait for a few minutes after you go back there.”
“Alright, I’ll let her know.”
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“James?”
“Coming!” I got up, put my phone in my pocket, and walked to the nurse.
They led me through the doors and sat me in a room to take my blood pressure, pulse, temperature, ask me the usual safety questions. After I was done, the nurse got my fiance and we walked to the office of Dr T. H. Erian.
“Which one of you is the patient?”
My fiance pointed at me. “He is, I’m just moral support.”
I nodded and we both sat down opposite the doctor.
“I see you’re interested in becoming a… domestic cat?”
“Yes.” I gripped my fiance’s hand tightly under the desk, he squeezed back.
“And you’re a trans man?”
“Yes.”
“How unusual. Why a tortoiseshell? Those are always female, and you marked down male as your legal sex.”
“That’s complicated, doc.”
“I’d expect you to pick a coat pattern that you’d see on a male cat is all.”
“My answer won’t change.”
“Very well then, I’ll see what I can do. Have you been living as your preferred species for the last 48 months?”
“Yes, I have, doc.”
“Can you confirm this?” He turned to my fiance.
“Yes, yes I can.” He held up his arm, showing a faint line of scratches that were still healing. “This is because I gave him a bath yesterday.”
“Is that so? Hmm. I’ll need to develop the formula for you, but that shouldn’t take too long. Your prescription should be ready in about two weeks.”
“Thank you, doc.”
“You’ll need to make changes to your diet while taking this medication. More meat, less everything else. Read this pamphlet before you leave.” He handed me and my fiance both pamphlets about feline HRT. “Some things may differ in order and strength of effect, but all of this information will be relevant.”
“Am I the first trans man to be taking this?”
“Yes, and I’ll need you to log any and all effects to see how thins differ for you.”
“So he’s an experiment?” My fiance asked, standing and looking like she was half a step from hopping the desk and decking the doctor.
I put my hand on her arm. “It’s new and experimental. Someone has to be the first.”
“Exactly. Now. Any questions?”
“Will you call me when it’s ready?”
“Of course.”
“Will I be coming here to pick my prescription up, or will it be sent to the pharmacy?”
“I’ll send it to the pharmacy.”
“Alright, thank you. Oh, last question. Will it be an oral medicine, or an injection?”
“Oral is the usual route. Do you want injections?”
“Depends on if it tastes bad.”
“I’ve heard it isn’t too bad.”
I stood up, and my fiance and I left the office. I was shaking, nervous but excited.
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I got the call that my prescription was ready, almost exactly two weeks later. I turned to my fiance, almost vibrating with excitement. “It’s ready!”
“Alright, get dressed, and let’s go.”
I scrambled to get ready, almost bouncing off the walls.
“Calm down, kitty. I know you’re excited.”
“But… but… but…”
“I know. Let’s go.”
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My prescription was a bottle of small pills, enough for a month with instructions to take before bed each night.
“I wonder what happens if you take it during the day?” I showed them to my fiance.
“Feli- Felisterone?” Is that what it says?”
“Yeah.”
“Wonder what they taste like.”
“You’re not taking them, dear.”
“I know. I wasn’t going to.”
“Go play your game, dear.”
“Love you too.”
I made a post online about picking up my prescription, and a few comments on the timelines I saw, including the white tiger and a few others like Josie, since I’d met her briefly, telling her thank you in particular for giving me the push I needed. I commented on the king cobra guy’s, saying I was another transmasc on HRT. Same for the black arms timeline that crossed my dash shortly after.
I also commented on the slimes, werewolves, dragons, and bat that I saw afterwards. The lamias were neat- I asked to join a server about HRT.
I went to take a quick shower before my fiance gave me my testosterone shot and I settled in to play Farmer’s Life until it was time for my new medication.
My fiance handed me the pill bottle, my drink, and my stuffed animals.
“Here goes everything, I guess.” I took my first dose.
“Good boy.” She patted my head. “Do you feel any different?”
“No, but it’s only been a minute.”
“Still.” She tucked me in and then turned back to her game. “Night, kitty.”
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