Tuesday of week four began exactly like Monday had. Chris chugged pink water, breathed in air freshener, and put on the black women’s shirt and shorts combo. They were a little smelly after wearing them on Monday and sweating through them on the couch. He moisturized, went through the motions of shaving (despite almost no hair to speak of), brushed his teeth, combed his chin-length hair, did what he could with his nails (without any extra black polish), and cleaned up his bedroom.

He made it downstairs as Miss Valentine walked in. She reminded him the doctor would arrive before their research in the afternoon.

Chris wanted to ask her again about jumping his car but lost his nerve after her negative reaction the previous day. She handed him a pair of black yoga pants.

He dutifully stripped naked under Miss Valentine’s watchful eye and stepped into the yoga pants. They were tight and showed off his thin legs, straight hips, and bony butt. His unimpressive, soft dick bulged the pants outwards but not to a significant degree. He went shirtless once again.

Breakfast was small, supplements went down quick, and the workout for the day was hips, butt, and abs. Chris spent much of the session rolling around on the floor. He did a good job, but Miss Valentine didn’t offer any praise like she had on Monday. After the workout, he swallowed down a slimy banana and salt-flavored protein shake. Before heading upstairs, Miss Valentine handed Chris some new clothing while complaining his current ones were “disgusting and stinky.”

The boxers were thin and short; the pants had a high waist with thin legs and too much room in the hips and butt, while the shirt was buttoned on the wrong side, flared in the chest, and tapered in the waist. These were clearly women’s clothes!

“These are women’s clothes.” He stated plainly.

Miss Valentine responded with annoyance, “Well, aren’t you just a pinnacle of perception? You asked me to give you some of my clothing. I’m a woman. I wear women’s clothes. Listen, if you want to flop around the house naked, that’s your prerogative. I’m already letting you rub your disgusting penis inside my clothing, so the least you could do is thank me.”

Unsure what to do, Chris took the pile upstairs and did his usual shower routine. He combed his hair and put on some sparse makeup. He started to walk out naked but remembered the doctor would be coming to see him. He couldn’t make a first impression with his cock hanging out! He reluctantly slid the boy shorts over his crotch after deciding that there was no way he was going to have his genitals scraping along tight denim all day. It felt nice to wear underwear again, even if they were women’s boy shorts. The jeans were next, and they clung to his legs like a second skin. The high waist was baggy and a little loose because he didn’t have the proportions of a woman. The shirt went on simple enough, though he fumbled with the unfamiliar reverse buttons.

Chris descended the stairs in his new outfit. It definitely didn’t fit him very well, but it beat going down naked! Standing in the living room were Miss Valentine and a young, light-skinned Black woman wearing a doctor’s coat. They were conversing in low whispers.

When Chris turned the corner, the women snapped out of their conversation. The doctor shot him a toothy grin while Miss Valentine offered her usual contemptuous glare.

Miss Valentine’s chilly voice heralded an introduction, “Mr. Evans, this is Doctor Sapphire. I just finished giving her a heads-up on your training and conveying to her your concerns. She’s smarter than both of us combined and here to help you, so I suggest you give her your full attention.”

Doctor Sapphire acknowledged Miss Valentine with a nod and then turned to Chris and spoke. Her voice was a high-pitched, vacant-sounding chirp, “Hiya, Mr. Evans! It’s nice to finally meet ya. I’m a big fan of your movies. ‘What’s Your Number’ is, like, my favorite film ever!”

Chris gave a friendly smile. It had been a while since anybody had given him a compliment on a film that wasn’t superhero-related.

He responded, struggling with the pitch of his voice, “Thanks, Doctor Sapphire! Anna Faris was a real *cough* real sweetheart on that one. I miss those kinds of *cough* those kinds of roles.”

Sapphire shot him a dumb expression and stated vapidly, “Hm...can’t say I ever heard of her.” She turned to Miss Valentine. “I can def hear what you were talking about with his voice, Linda.”

Chris grabbed at his neck and croaked, “My voice?”

Sapphire nodded, “Linda tells me your voice is, like, cracking in the middle of conversations. Sounds super annoying.”

Chris nodded.

Sapphire continued, “She also told me your eyes are super sensitive to sunlight. It’s normal with the supplements you’re taking, but not for this long. Luckily, I have cures for both of these problems!”

She motioned for Chris to sit down on the couch. He did so excitedly. If Sapphire could eliminate two of his problems in one sitting, he was all for it!

She procured a crazy-looking set of goggles from her coat pocket.

She approached Chris and held him by his temples, angling his face up and staring down at him with a critical eye. “The supps you’re taking keep your hormones in check and make your body more resilient, but the side effect is that it fucks up your rods and cones. People usually get over it in about a week, but you’re one’a the special ones, Mr. Evans.”

She placed the goggles on Chris’ face and secured them with the strap. He glanced around the room. The goggles broke his vision into a million pieces, and the scant light of the living room diffused in them strangely. Everything she said to him made sense so far and tracked with what he was experiencing. He continued to listen.

“Now,” she started, “What my goggles do is zap your rods and cones and get ‘em working again. Make sure you keep your eyes open, or there could be...complications. You may feel a little discomfort, but it’ll be worth it, trust me!”

Chris sat back on the couch as comfortably as possible. Could he really trust this doctor he had just met with his eyes? Before he could begin contemplation, Doctor Sapphire twisted the crystal lens. The light within the goggles started to refract wildly. The millions of broken images formed a tunnel of light and swirled in a mesmerizing circle.

The light began to intensify, and the swirling images moved faster and faster. Chris forced his eyes to stay open as pulsating light assaulted him like a thumping piston. The piston pounded rapidly, and a stinging pain erupted wherever the light touched. Chris tried to tear the goggles off, but he was stopped by Sapphire, who held him in place. He yelped and fidgeted against the pain. His eyes refused to close, and he could physically feel them vibrating. Just as it was becoming unbearable, the swirling lights and images started to slow. The stinging piston ceased, and Sapphire released Chris’ shoulders.

Chris ripped the goggles off. He saw the room was swirling and pulsating as a residual result from the treatment. As he sat still and stared at a single spot on the wall, his distorted vision slowly returned to normal.

Once he had recovered a little more, Sapphire beckoned for Chris to follow her. She walked towards the front door. He tentatively rose to his feet, taking a heavy gulp of sweet water to ensure stability. He rubbed at his eyes, which felt tender.

She gripped the door handle and explained, “Now, if the device worked, you should be able to go outside without any trouble. I will warn you that you may still be a little more sensitive to bright lights than the average person, but it’s nothing a good pair of sunglasses can’t handle.”

She pulled open the door in one swift motion, and sunlight beamed in. Chris closed his eyes and turned away from the light fearfully. He waited a few beats before slowly opening them and turning back towards the door. The light was bright, sure, and his eyes needed to adjust, but the excruciating, burning pain was gone! He was elated as he poked his head from the threshold and glanced down his driveway. He didn’t have to wear special sunglasses or worry about going outside any longer!

He turned to Sapphire with a grin, and they exchanged a thumbs up. Returning inside, Chris was suddenly very optimistic about Doctor Sapphire. She may have looked young and inexperienced, but her medical diagnosis and treatment spoke for themselves.

She put her hand on Chris’ back and gently turned him towards her in the foyer as she muttered, “Now lemme me take a look at’cha.”

Her lifeless brown eyes examined Chris’ neck. They looked glazed over and void of intellectual spark. They were almost doll-like, and Chris couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. Her soft hands rubbed up to his neck and caressed near his Adam's apple.

She spoke softly, “Hm, it looks like your vocal cords are locked up.” Meeting his gaze, she continued, “It could be from anything: stress, changes in diet, other lifestyle changes, the list goes on and on. I have just the thing for ya.”

Sapphire removed a brown vial with a long white top from her coat pocket. She held the item up for Chris to see.

She explained, “This is a special throat spray. It’s going to help unblock your vocal cords. Whatever's got ‘em locked up has no chance against this stuff. Spray the back of your mouth once in the morning and once at night. Let it sit for thirty seconds per spray before washing it down with water. Fair warning, it might take a week or so to start working properly, so if your condition gets worse for a lil bit, don’t sweat it.”

Chris accepted the spray and noticed it didn’t have a label. Why did nothing have an official label with these people? Doctor Sapphire stared at him expectantly, and he raised the bottle to his mouth. She had come through for him with his sensitive eyes; Chris figured she’d earned the benefit of the doubt.

He pushed on the top of the bottle and sprayed mist into his open mouth. He felt droplets settling on the back of his throat. A mild but immediate tightening sensation began pulling all throughout his throat. Chris let out a cough to clear it. She told him it would loosen him up, but it felt like the opposite was happening.

“Stop that!” Doctor Sapphire cried, “You have to let the spray do its work. Clearing out your throat and coughing like that can be very damaging to your vocal cords. Have you been doing that the whole time? That right there may explain why your condition has gotten worse!”

Chris apologized in a higher octave. He rubbed a painted nail down his throat and felt it tightening and rearranging beneath his fingers. Could constantly clearing his throat and forcing a cough be the culprit behind his cracking voice? He had to stop doing that and see if it made a difference. Either way, he decided to give the spray a chance.

With that, Doctor Sapphire put her hands in her coat pockets and asked with a smile, “Anything else I can help you with, Mr. Evans? I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

Chris shook his head and drew in a big breath of air freshener as he answered in a high pitch, “I think I’m okay, Doctor Sapphire. Thanks for coming.”

She offered a goodbye to both Miss Valentine and Chris before stepping through the front door. Chris watched her leave. He noticed she had quite a bit more ‘junk in the trunk’ than he would have expected. It wasn’t until now that he also noticed she wore tight, leopard-print pants and tall heels. Maybe younger doctors wore racier outfits than he was used to? He didn’t think much more of it. Strangely, he didn’t feel any arousal or attraction to her fat, bouncing ass in the tight pants. He let his thoughts linger on that for a few seconds of confusion before turning his attention to Miss Valentine.

She pointed to the couch and ordered, “Let’s go. Hit the couch; we’re already behind.”

Chris nodded and yawned, ready to take his afternoon nap. He secured his flower headphones and got comfortable on the couch. He was out almost immediately after the first few minutes of ‘The Bachelor’ started. He dreamed of a woman’s voice repeatedly encouraging him to obey.

Chris awoke to total darkness and sweat. He pulled off the headphones and immediately noticed the room was spinning in a new way. His vision was fractured and swirling like Doctor Sapphire’s goggles. He stared at a point on the ceiling, and the spinning slowly returned to normal. He then gulped down sweet water and got to his feet. The episodes of ‘The Bachelor’ he had listened to played in his head, and he still found himself feeling exhausted. He followed Miss Valentine to the kitchen and did his usual routine.

Chris ended the day naked in his bed after all his usual bathroom rituals had been completed, namely: brushing his teeth, combing his hair, removing his makeup, and moisturizing. He added the new step of spraying his mouth with Doctor Sapphire’s throat spray. He ignored the feeling of tightening in his throat and avoided clearing it or forcing a cough. He then spent several hypnotic hours clicking away at ‘Hunk Dating Sim’ before falling into a deep sleep.

12. Week 4 Part 2

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12. Week 4 Part 2

13. Week 4 Part 3

11. Week 4 Part 1

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