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swab on the right side of my chest, just to the right of my nipple. With a quick motion, Dr. Green took a pinch of skin and inserted the needle. Before I even felt the jab, I could see the entire milky contents of the inoculation being pumped into me. I suddenly felt very warm, almost sweaty.

With efficient movements, Dr. Green repeated the same process on the left side of my chest. She was right it didn't hurt too badly. "There... that didn't hurt did it? One last one and we're through. Turn around and lean on the table please."

I didn't see the third one coming but felt this one as it penetrated my hip. "Awwww," escaped my mouth as I turned my head just in time to see a huge hypodermic needle empty more milky essence into my hip. This needle was huge in comparison to the others. I felt feverish yet calm. Maybe I was going to faint again?

"GOOD GIRL. We're all done, Cathy. I'll need you to come back once a month to complete the series of shots. It will just be the two small injections though. The hip injection will only have to be repeated in 6 months. Now you may experience some nausea, especially in the mornings for a couple of weeks, but that's normal with the 'anti-virus' shot I gave you."

Dr. Green produced a bottle full of little, white pills with just a dispensing label that had "Miss Cathy" on it and the instructions, "Take one pill each morning and each evening". "Make sure you follow the instructions and don't miss taking them, ok?"

"Sure Dr. Green," I replied taking the bottle.

"Good girl. Well, you should get back into your dress and scamper to classes. I'll want to see you one month from now, Ok? The nurse will give you a reminder note." I dressed quickly. The doctor even helped me hook up my bra showing me how to correctly put one on by slipping the straps on my shoulders, leaning forward and letting my bust drop into the cups. I, of course, had no breasts so I guess that was just for training. I was told to adjust the straps every day to compensate for subtle changes in my body! The doctor seemed to be very concerned about my and its proper fit.

All dressed, zipped up and primped I headed off to class, blissfully unaware of the what my visit had just started. Inside my young, boyish body there was a conflict beginning.

Dr. Green was right about the nausea I would feel from those shots. For several mornings after my injections I woke up sick to my stomach and had to rush to the washrooms. I noticed several older tresses give each other knowing looks when they saw me. It must have been a natural reaction because some of the other new tresses were also sick.

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Chapter 9 True Best Friends.

Michael, my roommate, was most sympathetic and even offered me some anti-motion sickness pills to help. Besides the nausea that the doctor had predicted, I woke up shaking with chills and blurry vision. This only lasted for a few days but I felt different...maybe those shots gave us the flu?

By the end of the first week I began feeling a very obvious hardness under my nipples, accompanied by itching and tenderness. I assumed it was the after effects of having received a needle in that general area, so I got used to it until the itching stopped. However, the swelling remained and the tenderness was still evident. I didn't notice at first because it was so gradual, but the swelling seemed to continue increasing over time, in addition, my nipples seemed to expand and darken.

Even though I wouldn't discuss it with anyone at the time, I also noticed that when I would touch my chest, my nipples began to get hard and stand up on my chest. I found that if I touched them gently, it felt really pleasant. Like scratching an itch.

All these uncertainties about what was going on with my body were secondary in my mind, as I trusted the doctor's knowledge and training. Oh, yes, I was to realize later that the doctor knew exactly what she was doing! But my mind had other things to occupy it, namely my studies, Angie, 'Michelle' (that thought still troubled me), my looks, and the upcoming dance (not particularly in that order).

I had only attended one other school dance in my young life. That was basically an after school "sock hop" my last year in high school. The upcoming Annual Rosemount Drama Dance would be completely different. Because Rosemount was a private school with higher objectives, the dance was not only the first chance for the boys and girls to mingle socially, but an opportunity to practice the social graces and learn proper formal attire. We were graded on our ability to intermingle.

For two weeks before the dance, all the students were talking about it. More so at the girls' school than the boys'. I found out that girls plan these things more cooperatively than boys do, and are willing to ask for advice on clothes, hair, makeup and...boyfriends.

Tresses had by now completely blended with the girls. It often seemed that they forgot that we were boys underneath our skirts. The girls just thought of us as sisters who had access to the boys' school (ie. to take messages and 'private' letters across).

I had now learned that tresses are required to attend the dances attired in a completely feminine manner. Angie and the tors attended as males. I was upset. I wanted to be a boy and impress Angie.

Angie explained since she had to dress as a male, this would make it easier for the two of us to dance together without looking odd. Not that it was really unusual for tors to dance with real girls and tresses to dance