You’ve lost track of time, but... you know you’re different. Even though you haven’t seen a mirror since being quarantined. Your bed seems longer. Nurse seems taller. Everything is heavier. You’re lighter.
And... you love it all.
And... you love it all.
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You thank the pain now every time it reappears, which is much less often, and less severe.
You love Nurse. You love looking more like Nurse. Sounding more like Nurse. Being more like Nurse.
You speak like she does, giggle like she does. You finish each other’s sentences.
Finally, she offers to clothe you. You don’t hesitate.
...
A pair of very feminine nurses walk out of the treatment center together, their steps synchronized. Dressed in identical pink uniforms, with pink masks covering their faces. Gloved hand in gloved hand.
They’re looking for more patients.
(This one is so old that I didn’t think I was going to want to post it with how my kinks have evolved… but WOW I was just absolutely on fire writing it, too good not to share)