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One: Introduction
“It’s called Estrogine.” Dr. Brook explained. “It’s like a steroid but it has a few weird effects.” He was the Bishop family doctor. His wiry, white hair in need of cut, his dark beard was oddly scruffy and kept. He wore a white coat and a beige sweater, his black slacks made him look fairly plain but David Bishop knew the plain clothes hid the gym body of his Uncle’s best friend.
David Bishop was a high school student. Somewhat a loner. He did play football, his usual quiet disposition contrasting his athletic endeavors. His smooth features looked somewhat awkward. David wasn’t the biggest athlete at the school, in fact most of his time was spent on the bench, but that didn’t mean he didn’t attend practice religiously. His prior emo phase still lingered in his casual dress. His black band t-shirt fit snugly on his well built chest and his tight, dark blue shorts wrapped around his developed, hairy legs. His ill-fitted clothes was a side effect of his strange new interest in football. He went from a rather small, bully-able goth kid to a rather well built jock with a dark style. His brooding personality had caught him some interest at school. With a new mysterious girlfriend making occasional appearances at the family dinner table.
In fact it as that combination of things that led to this doctor visit. The police report painted a very vivid picture of David fingering his girlfriend on his way to practice and ending up with his car parked right into the stop sign in front of the school. The only injury, a rather serious one, was David’s right arm. The “How” was rather obvious.
“You’ll still have to keep off it for a month, but it’s either that or four.” Dr. Brook continued to explain. He seemed a bit more reserved than usual. David wasn’t used to this. The man was obnoxious at family gatherings. The ones he always seemed to end up at somehow.
“So why’re you telling us this instead of just throwing the prescription at us?” Bill Bishop, David’s dad said from the corner. Usually it was David’s mom on these trips, but the way their schedule fell it was his dad instead. David wasn’t happy about this.
“Because the side effects.” Dr. Brook rolled in his chair to the counter and pulled out a little pamphlet. “Estrogine was meant as a new cure for gender dysphoria, it’s muscle repair, in men especially, means we’re kind of shifting to that as an option for some athletes.”
“Wait what?” Bill’s face was really confused for a minute. It’s easy to see why. Bill was as red blooded as they can be. The confederate flag on his truck despite him being Wisconsin born and raised. They lived in Texas now and Bill was in heaven.
“Yeah, so basically it shrinks your dick a shit-ton and then-“Dr. Brook clenches his fists and then quickly spreads his fingers out wide before waving them slightly, “-poof, vagina.”
This made Bill bust out with a harsh laugh. Both David and Dr. Brook turned to him.
“Dad!” David spoke for the first time in a while, his voice had gotten deeper lately as well.
Bill looked at his son apologetically, though his smile didn’t seem to fade. He brought his hand to his mouth and adjusted his position on the wall. He uttered out a weak “sorry” before Dr. Brook looked back at David.
“It’s not permanent. I mean, technically.” Dr. Brook gave a side glance to Bill to see if he would react. Bill wasn’t a bigot in any sense of the word. Sure he had apprehensions but he’d hear it out first.
“Basically, week one; you’ll see a massive reduction in size. Most see full results by day 10, some earlier, some later. Changes for everyone. Now, it isn’t permanent because testosterone kills this shit pretty quick. You’ll be back to full size the moment your prescription runs out. Unless you get pregnant. Which probably will not happen. Month one pregnancies are nearly unheard of, but there is a chance, so don’t let any sausages in your kooch while you’re taking it.” Near the end his voice took that tone David was expecting. Douchey, cocky, almost diminutive.
“Now,” Dr. Brooks continued, “I would recommend birth control while you’re on it. Hormones can get a little weird, and I’m not saying you’re gay or anything but with you still being a teen there might be some weird stuff goin on.” Dr. Brooks continued speaking in his pseudo informative speech. David found it hard to keep invested in it, like he was at school listening to a teacher trying to relate to his students.
David almost didn’t notice when Dr. Brooks stopped talking. He looked up to see his dad giving them this concerned look and then to Dr. Brooks who was just blank faced. There was a brief moment of silence. Dr. Brook held the pamphlet open in one hand. The artistic efforts of some college student to display a year long process of a man becoming a woman. The silence was nearly broken as Bill opened his mouth, he had a sharp intake of breath before David beat him to it.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Whatever.” David’s voice was calm. He didn’t seem to care too much about the information that was just given to him.
“You’re kidding?” Bill blurted out, he sounded more amused than offended.
“I wanna play ball.” David said with much more emotion. His voice almost sounded seething. He shot his father a look that told him to shut up. Growing up his dad tried to get him into so many sports but now that he was into football he wanted him to miss out on half the season because a stupid injury?
“I’m definitely not gonna get knocked up, so I don’t have to worry about that. I just want to get back on the field.” David turned to Dr. Brook as if he was more trying to justify it to him.
“Yeah, I getcha. I did hear from your uncle you were becoming a football star.” Dr. Brook rolled back to his desk and scribbled on tablet he brought in the room with him. “I’ll get that filled out and all that, I mean, if it’s okay with you dad.” Dr. Brook looked over at Bill, so did David.
“Kid it’s your body.” Bill shrugged. “I mean your mom always wanted a daughter.”
“DAD!” David shouted angrily over Dr. Brook’s sudden outburst of laughter. The older doctor rolled over to his desk and then started jotting down the prescription on a piece of paper, alongside a prescription for contraceptive pills.