Manipulation

The Doctor

Over the next week Charlotte had wet the bed three times and as she had voiced her fears of something more serious Erin had booked a doctor appointment, she was not going to tell Charlotte the real reason.

When Erin told Charlotte she had put the outfit for the doctors visit on her bed she assumed it would be male trousers and shirt. In the doctors waiting room she looked down at her hands resting in the lap of a pretty summer dress, white slip, white cotton knickers with ankle socks and maryjanes accompanied. When she had seen this ensemble she had been mortified. Charlotte had never actually been out in public dressed as a girl and looking like a 10 year old at that. 

'We will walk' Erin had said 'it is a lovely day and not far', Charlotte's genitals shrivelled. Worse Emma said she would come too, they both held a hand as if she were a child, it was excruciating. Another problem was that Erin did not put the cage on and Charlotte had a semi on for most of the walk which, fortunately, was hidden by the full skirt of the dress. Given that she was on low level hormones that in itself was a minor triumph. At least he would be seeing Dr Gordon who she had seen when Erin persuaded her to have hormones. Dr Gordon was the senior doctor at the practice, a very nice man who was very understanding and had recommended a lower dose that would promote small breasts and a more feminine shape without damage to bone structure.

The waiting room was not crowded but those already in there were all looking at Charlotte, she could make out whispers but not what was said. Erin and Emma were chatting away as if everything were quite normal, Charlotte kept her eyes down not wanting eye contact from anyone. A speaker crackled into life 'Charlotte to room two please', to her it seemed so loud you would be able to hear it outside. 'Come along Charlotte' boomed Erin in a sing song voice that Mummies use with children. Eyes down she held Emma's hand and followed. In room 2 'So this is sissy Charlotte that I have heard about', a woman's voice? Charlotte's head snapped up. It was a woman in her late 20's, maybe early 30's, smiling, with a name tag that said Dr Williams, Charlotte was a whisker away from a panic flight. 'Say Hello Charlotte' said Erin, Charlotte dropped a curtsey and said 'hello', Dr Williams smiled 'no curtsey needed here Charlotte' then said 'please sit down Ladies, what seems to be the problem?' Erin told her that Charlotte is bed wetting, three times in the last week, also previous times and is worried about a larger problem, Charlotte squirmed. 'Stand up Charlotte and undress down to your panties', Charlotte's stomach knotted but she had to do as she was told, Erin and Emma would not make a scene here for untoward behaviour but retribution would be severe once home. 

Charlotte undressed to her panties acutely aware of her body with fledgeling breasts and also horribly aware that her panties were tented, the first full erection since Aunty Claire had manipulated her, she felt the blush spread. 'Hands on the examination table Charlotte' the Doctor said, this meant that Charlotte was bending forward. Charlotte heard the snap of a rubber glove but was not prepared for the finger going into her anus after her panties were swiftly lowered. Dr Williams was feeling the prostate for any obvious problem, Emma nudged Erin and nodded to the erection that was still there, Charlottes face was crimson. Then the worst thing happened during the examination, Charlotte dribbled semen and was not even aware that it had happened. 'Oh dear, Charlotte, you have made a mess on my floor', Charlotte's eyes bulged, can this day get any worse. The panties were pulled up 'you can get dressed again Charlotte' leaving her wondering why she had to strip in the first place. There were two blood samples taken, blood pressure tested and finally Dr Williams said 'it will be a week until the results come back so it would be prudent to use nappies for Charlotte' she continued 'there could be a medical problem in which case we shall send her for a scan, it could be stress or it could be simply that she is mentally regressing'. 

The walk home for Charlotte seemed to take forever, her mind in turmoil not knowing what to think. Mentally regressing? did that mean she was having a second childhood? She would have dismissed that out of hand a few hours ago but now the doubt had been introduced. How she was dressed would have influenced the doctor who already knew about her but then again there would be medical records, did the doctor really need to refer to her as sissy Charlotte? 

Can this day get any worse? Actually it can but it was not obvious to Charlotte. Inside the house Erin phoned Claire and asked if she would like to babysit in a couple of days and 'in answer to your question to Emma, yes you can'. The stated desire for humiliation was losing it's allure in Charlotte's head but the penis begged to differ.