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Alessio studied Medicine with Michele for years, and he was quite proud of the fact even if he never practiced medicine officially.
He was surprised when he was called to appear to the "Healing & Mercy Hospital" for his yearly vaccination, he was rather confused, after all, his anatomy made it so he didn't need any vaccinations but he realized that this is a perfect opportunity to cure his curse!
The drive was as fog shrouded as usual but when he arrived he was shocked, the neon lights, the sleek round ambulances, clearly they were out of his time, more advanced than he ever thought.
As he entered he was shocked, music played and nurses wearing more recognizable clothing were around what, well what frankly looked like an "House of Pleasure" more than an hospital, serving drinks to... golden statues? As he shamefully looked at the pole dancing nurses, he realized one thing, they were all identical, wearing the same clothing: skintight red and white rubber/latex dress, with red buttons on the shirt and the skirt, and white tights on their legs, with black first-aid signs featured on the shoulders and belt, wear red surgical gloves, red roller skates resembling heels and lastly their faces are visibly obscured by what appears to be a white paper bag with a medical "plus" sign marked on the front, and red combs across the top of their bags.
He approached reception carefully, despite his height he never felt so small, the scent of antiseptic mingled with something sickly sweet, a strange perfume that made his gills flutter nervously. The nurse leaned closer over the counter, her movements fluid and eerily graceful despite the clatter of her roller-skate heels.
"Greetings and welcome to this place of healing & mercy! Lemme get a good look at ya, hon." She said in a strange accent that he never before, the nurse stood up slightly somehow looking through the opaque bag "Oh, you poor thing. I see that life was not kind to you." Alessio felt even worse after hearing that, to which it seem to only provoke a giggle from the Nurse "You did the right thing coming here to see us. You don't need to suffer anymore. We can heal your soul. We can offer the beauty that you desire. Do you want to become one of our new patients?” Alessio eyes sparkled for a second, not clocking in the obvious danger in her words but before he could say anything, The nurse laughed and continued “Of course ya do! It's the only logical choice.~" She signed on a piece of document and gave it to Alessio "Just sign this, sugar." Alessio was very confused, he felt like he was played for a fool but who was he to speak about it? clearly this place was far more advanced than him and he was just a 19th century doctor in comparision to them.
For a moment, Alessio was overwhelmed by a strange hope. A cure... His thoughts buzzed with the possibility. Could these advanced nurses have the answers he had spent a lifetime searching for? He nodded tentatively.
“Step right through those doors, and we’ll make all your dreams come true. No more pain, no more suffering. You deserve this.” she encouraged as she took away the paper just as quickly as Alessio put down the ink on it, her voice lilting and sweet, yet tinged with something sinister but Alessio payed no mind. The Nurse slammed a button beneath the desk. The double doors behind her hissed open with a pneumatic whoosh, revealing a corridor bathed in a soft, pulsing white light.
Alessio swallowed hard, his taloned feet scraping softly against the tiled floor as he stepped through. The doors closed behind him with a heavy clunk, and the air instantly grew warmer, cloyingly humid. The sound of faint, distorted giggles echoed from the depths of the hallway. Alessio’s apprehension returned in full force, but he forced himself to move forward, his towering frame hunched awkwardly
The examination room he entered was even stranger. The walls shimmered with metallic reflections, and every surface seemed unnaturally clean, almost sterile. A single operating table stood in the center of the room, surrounded by tools he couldn’t recognize. The scent of rubber and something sweetly chemical was stronger here, nearly overwhelming his senses.
Two nurses skated into the room, their latex uniforms gleaming under the harsh overhead lights. Their movements were synchronized, unnervingly perfect, and they each carried a gleaming silver tray. Alessio stiffened, his claws flexing instinctively.
“Lie down, sugar,” one of the nurses cooed. “Let us take a look atcha.”
“I... I don’t think I need a full examination,” Alessio stammered, his voice trembling. His ichor tears began to flow more freely, betraying his anxiety. “Just... help me with my curse.”
The nurses exchanged a glance—or what he assumed was a glance, given their paper-bag masks. Then, one of them leaned in close, the scent of her latex gloves making his head spin.
“Sweetie,” she said with a giggle, “this 'curse' ya speak of is just a byproduct of your real disease. It’s your masculinity. And we’re gonna fix that.” Before Alessio could react, she jabbed a syringe into his arm.
SNAP
The Oversized syringe needle broke, The Nurse tapped Alessio skin with reflex hammer confirming it was hard as rock, "Well this is, awkward." She nervously giggled, Alessio had been to shocked to just what happend to react to the second nurse putting over his head a musky smelling bag, simmilar to theirs, his gills fluttered violently as the gas surged into his bloodstream, spreading like wildfire. His knees buckled, and the nurses caught him effortlessly, guiding him onto the operating table.
The changes began almost immediately. A burning warmth spread through Alessio’s chest, and he gasped, his voice hitching strangely. His once-flat chest began to swell, stretching the fabric of his shirt until it ripped open, revealing two heavy, perfectly rounded breasts. His breathing quickened, each rise and fall of his new chest emphasized by the obscene weight pulling at him.
“Wha—what’s happening to me?!” Alessio gasped, his voice cracking.
The nurses only giggled, circling him like predators as his body continued to shift. His frame softened, his marble-like skin growing warmer, smoother, more human-like. His waist pinched inward dramatically, and his hips flared out with a crackling sensation. He writhed on the table, claws scraping against the metal as he fought the transformation.
“No... this isn’t right!” Alessio cried, his voice rising higher, softer, more melodic with every word. One of the nurses skated closer, her latex heels clacking ominously. “Oh, hon,” she purred, “don’t fight it. You’re gonna love the new you. Just wait.”
Desperate, Alessio tore free from his constraints, stumbling to his feet. His taloned toes barely touched the floor before they began to reshape, the bones cracking and shifting. One foot elongated, the scales giving way to glossy red latex. A high heel materialized beneath it, then wheels—sleek roller skates that locked him into a tiptoe stance.
The moment his transformed foot touched the floor, the sound of the skate’s clack sent a jolt through his brain. His vision blurred as a wave of euphoria crashed over him, thoughts of escape slipping away like sand through his fingers.
He staggered, his remaining taloned foot dragging behind. But with each step, the clacking and skating noises grew louder, worming their way deeper into his mind. The smooth rhythm synchronized with his heartbeat, pounding insistently, eroding his resistance.
“Why’re ya runnin’, doll?” one nurse called after him, her voice dripping with amusement. “Ain’t no need to be shy! You’re already one of us.”
The fabric of his clothing began to warp and shift, as if it, too. His once tailored, aristocratic attire tore and stretched, the fabric molding itself into something tight, form-fitting, and undeniably feminine. His button-up shirt was replaced by a skintight red and white rubber/latex dress that hugged every curve of his newly reshaped body. The red buttons on the shirt and skirt gleamed, matching the red latex surgical gloves that now adorned his hands. His pants vanished, replaced by white tights that stretched up his legs, clinging to every inch of his thighs.
Alessio’s thoughts were a whirlwind. Each step sent a jolt of arousal and confusion through him. His voice cracked again as he tried to cry out, but the words came out in a bubbly giggle instead.
He used to be afraid of his curse, ashamed of it. But now, as he glanced at the nurses around him, something inside him snapped.
His mind recoiled at the thought of men—of men, of weakness, of the pathetic creatures he used to care for. His thoughts blurred into a hatred that burned deep, far deeper than anything he had ever felt before. It was as if the very essence of his being had turned against them, disgusted by their existence.
He shivered as his groin ached with a sharp, pulling sensation. His manhood, a core part of his identity, began to shrink and recede, heat pooling where it had once hung. His breath caught in his throat as he felt his body fold inward, the final humiliating loss of his maleness replaced by a slick, sensitive warmth that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. His or rather her thighs quivered, slick with sweat, as she instinctively clenched them together.
“Men? Ugh, who even needs ‘em?” Alessio whimpered, Her voice now a high, bubbly trill. “Oh my gawd, what’s happenin’ to me?!”
She stumbled to a stop, clutching her head. Her thoughts were slipping away, replaced by an overwhelming need to giggle, to pose, to please. Her hips swayed involuntarily, her skates clacking rhythmically as she twirled.
She found herself drawn to the other women, her thoughts shifting in ways that once would have horrified her old self. She felt a strange, almost obsessive attraction to their bodies, their high-heeled skates, their latex dresses. Gawd she could ask one of her fellow nurses for a private operation on her genitalia, o-or she could help her fellow nurse torture those disgusting men, that'd be so...
“Oh, jeez , l-like, oh my gawd, that's so hot... what was I doing before?” The New Reaper Nurse giggled as her transformation finished, her accent thickening into a caricature of a New York drawl.
"Someone boring, don't you worry about that Nurse Alexa!" The nurses surrounded her, clapping and laughing as she joined their ranks. Alessio, or rather now, Alexa; sashayed down the hall, her roller-skates clicking in harmony with the others. Her thoughts were light, fluffy, and pink, her sultry giggles echoing through the halls of the Healing & Mercy Hospital.
She was one of them now. And she loved it.
Reaper Nurses are such a mood, I cannot believe there's so little TF of them, I'm so thankful that my friend Krubz did the lineart of this mid TF piece of Alessio getting his doctor's degree a bit of a Downgrade into a nurse ;), what can I say, evil misandrist nurses who want to "heal" your masculinity away are a bit of a soft spot for me ok >///>
Also wish to thank "erasethismail" for giving me the inspiration with the TF caption he drew and wrote which he later deleted /_\ but I saved it and I still love reading it ^^.
Line art by
Krubz
Coloured by me!
Story also from me.
If you enjoyed it please leave a comment, means a lot to me ^^
He was surprised when he was called to appear to the "Healing & Mercy Hospital" for his yearly vaccination, he was rather confused, after all, his anatomy made it so he didn't need any vaccinations but he realized that this is a perfect opportunity to cure his curse!
The drive was as fog shrouded as usual but when he arrived he was shocked, the neon lights, the sleek round ambulances, clearly they were out of his time, more advanced than he ever thought.
As he entered he was shocked, music played and nurses wearing more recognizable clothing were around what, well what frankly looked like an "House of Pleasure" more than an hospital, serving drinks to... golden statues? As he shamefully looked at the pole dancing nurses, he realized one thing, they were all identical, wearing the same clothing: skintight red and white rubber/latex dress, with red buttons on the shirt and the skirt, and white tights on their legs, with black first-aid signs featured on the shoulders and belt, wear red surgical gloves, red roller skates resembling heels and lastly their faces are visibly obscured by what appears to be a white paper bag with a medical "plus" sign marked on the front, and red combs across the top of their bags.
He approached reception carefully, despite his height he never felt so small, the scent of antiseptic mingled with something sickly sweet, a strange perfume that made his gills flutter nervously. The nurse leaned closer over the counter, her movements fluid and eerily graceful despite the clatter of her roller-skate heels.
"Greetings and welcome to this place of healing & mercy! Lemme get a good look at ya, hon." She said in a strange accent that he never before, the nurse stood up slightly somehow looking through the opaque bag "Oh, you poor thing. I see that life was not kind to you." Alessio felt even worse after hearing that, to which it seem to only provoke a giggle from the Nurse "You did the right thing coming here to see us. You don't need to suffer anymore. We can heal your soul. We can offer the beauty that you desire. Do you want to become one of our new patients?” Alessio eyes sparkled for a second, not clocking in the obvious danger in her words but before he could say anything, The nurse laughed and continued “Of course ya do! It's the only logical choice.~" She signed on a piece of document and gave it to Alessio "Just sign this, sugar." Alessio was very confused, he felt like he was played for a fool but who was he to speak about it? clearly this place was far more advanced than him and he was just a 19th century doctor in comparision to them.
For a moment, Alessio was overwhelmed by a strange hope. A cure... His thoughts buzzed with the possibility. Could these advanced nurses have the answers he had spent a lifetime searching for? He nodded tentatively.
“Step right through those doors, and we’ll make all your dreams come true. No more pain, no more suffering. You deserve this.” she encouraged as she took away the paper just as quickly as Alessio put down the ink on it, her voice lilting and sweet, yet tinged with something sinister but Alessio payed no mind. The Nurse slammed a button beneath the desk. The double doors behind her hissed open with a pneumatic whoosh, revealing a corridor bathed in a soft, pulsing white light.
Alessio swallowed hard, his taloned feet scraping softly against the tiled floor as he stepped through. The doors closed behind him with a heavy clunk, and the air instantly grew warmer, cloyingly humid. The sound of faint, distorted giggles echoed from the depths of the hallway. Alessio’s apprehension returned in full force, but he forced himself to move forward, his towering frame hunched awkwardly
The examination room he entered was even stranger. The walls shimmered with metallic reflections, and every surface seemed unnaturally clean, almost sterile. A single operating table stood in the center of the room, surrounded by tools he couldn’t recognize. The scent of rubber and something sweetly chemical was stronger here, nearly overwhelming his senses.
Two nurses skated into the room, their latex uniforms gleaming under the harsh overhead lights. Their movements were synchronized, unnervingly perfect, and they each carried a gleaming silver tray. Alessio stiffened, his claws flexing instinctively.
“Lie down, sugar,” one of the nurses cooed. “Let us take a look atcha.”
“I... I don’t think I need a full examination,” Alessio stammered, his voice trembling. His ichor tears began to flow more freely, betraying his anxiety. “Just... help me with my curse.”
The nurses exchanged a glance—or what he assumed was a glance, given their paper-bag masks. Then, one of them leaned in close, the scent of her latex gloves making his head spin.
“Sweetie,” she said with a giggle, “this 'curse' ya speak of is just a byproduct of your real disease. It’s your masculinity. And we’re gonna fix that.” Before Alessio could react, she jabbed a syringe into his arm.
SNAP
The Oversized syringe needle broke, The Nurse tapped Alessio skin with reflex hammer confirming it was hard as rock, "Well this is, awkward." She nervously giggled, Alessio had been to shocked to just what happend to react to the second nurse putting over his head a musky smelling bag, simmilar to theirs, his gills fluttered violently as the gas surged into his bloodstream, spreading like wildfire. His knees buckled, and the nurses caught him effortlessly, guiding him onto the operating table.
The changes began almost immediately. A burning warmth spread through Alessio’s chest, and he gasped, his voice hitching strangely. His once-flat chest began to swell, stretching the fabric of his shirt until it ripped open, revealing two heavy, perfectly rounded breasts. His breathing quickened, each rise and fall of his new chest emphasized by the obscene weight pulling at him.
“Wha—what’s happening to me?!” Alessio gasped, his voice cracking.
The nurses only giggled, circling him like predators as his body continued to shift. His frame softened, his marble-like skin growing warmer, smoother, more human-like. His waist pinched inward dramatically, and his hips flared out with a crackling sensation. He writhed on the table, claws scraping against the metal as he fought the transformation.
“No... this isn’t right!” Alessio cried, his voice rising higher, softer, more melodic with every word. One of the nurses skated closer, her latex heels clacking ominously. “Oh, hon,” she purred, “don’t fight it. You’re gonna love the new you. Just wait.”
Desperate, Alessio tore free from his constraints, stumbling to his feet. His taloned toes barely touched the floor before they began to reshape, the bones cracking and shifting. One foot elongated, the scales giving way to glossy red latex. A high heel materialized beneath it, then wheels—sleek roller skates that locked him into a tiptoe stance.
The moment his transformed foot touched the floor, the sound of the skate’s clack sent a jolt through his brain. His vision blurred as a wave of euphoria crashed over him, thoughts of escape slipping away like sand through his fingers.
He staggered, his remaining taloned foot dragging behind. But with each step, the clacking and skating noises grew louder, worming their way deeper into his mind. The smooth rhythm synchronized with his heartbeat, pounding insistently, eroding his resistance.
“Why’re ya runnin’, doll?” one nurse called after him, her voice dripping with amusement. “Ain’t no need to be shy! You’re already one of us.”
The fabric of his clothing began to warp and shift, as if it, too. His once tailored, aristocratic attire tore and stretched, the fabric molding itself into something tight, form-fitting, and undeniably feminine. His button-up shirt was replaced by a skintight red and white rubber/latex dress that hugged every curve of his newly reshaped body. The red buttons on the shirt and skirt gleamed, matching the red latex surgical gloves that now adorned his hands. His pants vanished, replaced by white tights that stretched up his legs, clinging to every inch of his thighs.
Alessio’s thoughts were a whirlwind. Each step sent a jolt of arousal and confusion through him. His voice cracked again as he tried to cry out, but the words came out in a bubbly giggle instead.
He used to be afraid of his curse, ashamed of it. But now, as he glanced at the nurses around him, something inside him snapped.
His mind recoiled at the thought of men—of men, of weakness, of the pathetic creatures he used to care for. His thoughts blurred into a hatred that burned deep, far deeper than anything he had ever felt before. It was as if the very essence of his being had turned against them, disgusted by their existence.
He shivered as his groin ached with a sharp, pulling sensation. His manhood, a core part of his identity, began to shrink and recede, heat pooling where it had once hung. His breath caught in his throat as he felt his body fold inward, the final humiliating loss of his maleness replaced by a slick, sensitive warmth that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. His or rather her thighs quivered, slick with sweat, as she instinctively clenched them together.
“Men? Ugh, who even needs ‘em?” Alessio whimpered, Her voice now a high, bubbly trill. “Oh my gawd, what’s happenin’ to me?!”
She stumbled to a stop, clutching her head. Her thoughts were slipping away, replaced by an overwhelming need to giggle, to pose, to please. Her hips swayed involuntarily, her skates clacking rhythmically as she twirled.
She found herself drawn to the other women, her thoughts shifting in ways that once would have horrified her old self. She felt a strange, almost obsessive attraction to their bodies, their high-heeled skates, their latex dresses. Gawd she could ask one of her fellow nurses for a private operation on her genitalia, o-or she could help her fellow nurse torture those disgusting men, that'd be so...
“Oh, jeez , l-like, oh my gawd, that's so hot... what was I doing before?” The New Reaper Nurse giggled as her transformation finished, her accent thickening into a caricature of a New York drawl.
"Someone boring, don't you worry about that Nurse Alexa!" The nurses surrounded her, clapping and laughing as she joined their ranks. Alessio, or rather now, Alexa; sashayed down the hall, her roller-skates clicking in harmony with the others. Her thoughts were light, fluffy, and pink, her sultry giggles echoing through the halls of the Healing & Mercy Hospital.
She was one of them now. And she loved it.
Reaper Nurses are such a mood, I cannot believe there's so little TF of them, I'm so thankful that my friend Krubz did the lineart of this mid TF piece of Alessio getting his doctor's degree a bit of a Downgrade into a nurse ;), what can I say, evil misandrist nurses who want to "heal" your masculinity away are a bit of a soft spot for me ok >///>
Also wish to thank "erasethismail" for giving me the inspiration with the TF caption he drew and wrote which he later deleted /_\ but I saved it and I still love reading it ^^.
Line art by
KrubzColoured by me!
Story also from me.
If you enjoyed it please leave a comment, means a lot to me ^^
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Gender Trans (Female)
Size 2283 x 1614px
File Size 2.57 MB
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