Luis Wettling dangled helplessly on the padded frame of the treatment lab. He peered down through the girlish frills of his yellow silk dress, to see if he could disentangle one of his hands, or shake free one of his stockinged legs, but he was too delicate. His pulse quickened as Nurse Anderson approached, grinning into his face.
"What does sissy need for his feminization treatment?" she said, her voice a twinkling sing-song. "Could it be these?"
"No - no, please don't," Luis bleated as the pair of panties appeared in front of his eyes - in black satin, prettied with deep lace inserts. He heard her laughter as she held the panties on his hair, their cold panels of satin draping round his cheeks. "Please don't make me more f-f-feminine!" But he had more to worry about. The rattle of trays and instruments warned him of the approaching trolley.
"Hello, Mister Wettling." As the panties moved away, their place was taken in his vision by the grinning cheeks and bubbled black hair of Nurse Phillips, topped with her pointed white cap. "It's time for your treatment, you sissy. We're going to make you much more of a girl today. Won't that be nice?"
"Please don't. I beg you. Please take me down and let me go back to my little pink cell."
Nurse Boulton stood beside her, squeezing a jet of drugs from her syringe. His heart almost stopped as he saw her blond hair and the grin of power on her twisted lips, the same each day, with all those feelings of feeble femininity filling his body after she had injected him.
"Open," said Nurse Phillips. He opened, to object with all his strength, but she threw a tablet into his throat, followed by the teat of her bottle. His nose was held as she squirted to make him swallow. "This will make Mister Phillips such a dainty little female," she sniggered. Then a second dose - then a third, with squirt after squirt. A dab of antisceptic brushed his arm and the needle was in, filling him up with warm, flowery bliss. "Who's going to be very girlish this afternoon, then?" chuckled Nurse Boulton, removing its point and wiping his skin.
"Who is going to show us those nice girlish reactions when we put him into his lovely panties?" said Nurse Anderson.
"It's Mister Girly Wettling, isn't it?" grinned Nurse Phillips, returning with a second bottle from the trolley. "First his nice, feminine, druggy drink - " She held his head still with a grip of iron on his nose. "If Mister Wettling won't open his mouth, I'll suffocate him." Nurse Boulton took the bottle from her and pushed it into his mouth, tilting it high to ensure deep drinking. Nurse Phillips found her hands free.
"I think our wimpy new girl needs to have her clitoris pushed up inside Nurse's dress while she drinks down her girly medicine." The cock in front of her was small from its recent weeks of treatment, but bolt upright and as hard as it could get. "Let me hook my nice nursing dress over her," she said. "It's what darling little girls like a lot, isn't it?"
Luis tried to move his head, his arms, his legs, but everything was soft and helpless. His clitoris gave itself up to swirls of rosiness under her nursing dress as she pulled his waist into hers. He was right up under her vinyl uniform. There was another wipe on his arm, and he was helplessly injected a second time. Then Nurse Phillips asked him, an inch in front of his nose: "Does Sissy Luis want her panties now?"
He swallowed the last of his bottle so that he could tell her. "Oh yeth. - Yeth pleathe. - Pantieth - tho I can be a lickel girl."