Chapter Thirty Five
“Hello, Zachda.”
I stir from slumber to see the evil doctor peering over me. She once again wears her white smock and gauze mask. When she reaches towards my genitals I lurch in fear. What she touches she alters... permanently... and her hands are covered in latex.
“Ilona has agreed to more changes. Such unsightly fluid oozing from your urethra ruins the image... the form. And I have recommended a small change that will enhance the serpentine aura of your persona. You’ll be fascinated when healed... and I suspect you’ll acquire new sensitivity... just where the male likes it.”
She cackles and I shudder. What the doctor has found humorous in past encounters has proven to result in some horribly depraved procedure. But there is nothing I can do. I cannot even protest
