With a full week before Dani’s first day at the enema clinic, the household became a buzz of differing activity. Aunt Sarah took charge of feminizing Dani’s wardrobe while Dani spend every waking moment studying enemas online. Aunt Sarah replace Daniel’s clothes with skirts, dresses and women’s underwear. Dani adopted into a much more feminine life, happily wearing a knee-length skirt, t-shirt and tights. Much to Sarah’s surprise Dani’s confidence bloomed under her new lifestyle. She pranced around the house in her new clothes and insisted on wearing the breast forms to look more girly. She also learned how to apply basic makeup and adopted a very feminine affect. Her obedience even got better, and she was absolutely a dream to Sarah.

Dani was very excited about her first day at the health clinic and absorbed every shred of information she could about enemas. She found many medical sites, and even a few kink sites. She would bubbly recite facts about enemas to Aunt Sarah over dinner and memorized different types and size options. She was anxious to make Dr Susan proud of her on her first day.

Finally, it was time for her to start her new job. Aunt Sarah assisted her dressing the morning of the first day

“Take an extra long shower, make sure you’re completely shaved then we’ll get you dressed” said Aunt Sarah

“Yes Aunt Sarah, but I think I’m going to be given a uniform on my fist day or at least I hope so.” Inwardly she wondered on what kind of nurse’s uniform Dr. Susan would make her wear … would it be long and matronly, or short and sexy, like the ones she saw on the fetish sites, some uniforms she had seen online were even rubber! She couldn’t wait to see it and had to keep making herself relax.

“Yes, but you always want to be extra pretty and proper for your new boss on your first day, now get in that shower, and I’ll put together an outfit for you”

“Yes Aunt Sarah” and she skipped into the bathroom anxious to get the morning moving along

Aunt Sarah put together an output while Dani shower. She selected a pale-pink blouse with some ruffle across the front, a navy knee-skirt, and fresh ivory tights. She laid the outfit on the made bed, then checked under the sink for Dani’s makeup bag, adding it to the pile. She could hear the hiss of the shower, the patter of spray against tile. Dani singing softly; she’d probably not noticed how loud she was.

Aunt Sarah set out Dani’s shoes— Mary Janes, patent-leather shine, the only pair they’d found narrow enough for her feet at Goodwill. She arranged a choice of three different sizes of breast forms in the middle of the blouse for Dani to choose. Lastly she selected the underwear : white briefs with a little pink border at the waist, still in the folded three-pack from a week ago. She took a moment to shake a pair out and remove the cardboard collar. Then she checked her watch, mentally ticking off the morning schedule.

Dani always tried to be quick with her showers, but today she took her time. The water was almost scalding, her skin left pink and tingling, the way Aunt Sarah approved of. She gave special attention to her legs and underarms, then double-checked her face for any stray stubble. Every time she reached for the razor, she remembered Dr. Susan’s words about “impeccable grooming.”

Shaved and glowing she pranced naked into her room with Aunt Sarah waiting.

“Deodorant …and then we’ll use a bit of my perfume” Sarah said.

Dani rolled on the deodorant and stood expectantly for the fine mist of her Aunt’s expensive perfume. A small dab right on her shoulders … and then she was ready to dress. She looked at the proffered clothes and skimmed the panties on first. She still struggled with tights, and these were really closer to pantyhose than tights, but she managed. The bras were getting easier, and she managed to clasp it without much fuss at all. She eyed the three choices of forms, and then picked the largest.

“Good girl!” said Sarah, happy not to have to correct her … the form size selection really was a test. She slipped the forms into the bra and slipped the blouse over her head, gently doing up the button in the back. She really did look girlish, her hair arranged as well as possible. Sarah helped her with makeup … a bit more than usual, and fussed over her outfit … correcting little issues here and there. Finally, she was ready

“Tell me three facts about enemas” Aunt Sarah quizzed.

Dani beamed and said: “Number one: There are three main sizes of enema bulbs for home use but the two-quart bag is the best for thorough cleansing. Number two: Warm water only, never hot or cold, and soapsuds are only for doctor-supervision because of risk of chemical irritation. Number three: The patient should lie on their left side with the right knee up for best comfort and flow.” Dani paused for breath and then added, “Also, always lubricate the tip generously. Petroleum jelly or KY.”

Aunt Sarah nodded once and let a smile crease her round face. “And tell me the difference between enemas and douching”

Dani giggled “Easy Auntie! —‘Enema is for the bum, douching is for, well… the vagina. Douche is a different fluid, different equipment, and the main point is to remove odor or treat infection but never to flush the rectum. Also, people used to think douching prevented pregnancy but that’s a total myth and really it can give you an infection if you’re not careful.’ Dani fidgeted with the ruffle on her blouse, pleased with herself for the correct answer.

‘And,’ Sarah prompted, her voice a little flatter, ‘what kind of employee will Dr. Susan expect you to be?’

The right answer hovered already in Dani’s mind: ‘Quiet and obedient, always ask before acting, and if you’re not sure, wait for instructions and say “Doctor, can you clarify?”

“Good,“ said Aunt Sarah “And what if she asks you to do tasks that are scary or uncomfortable?”

Dani pulled her mouth into a solemn line, something halfway between being brave and trying not to look childish. “Say ‘yes, Doctor,’ and do it. Even if I’m scared or nervous.” She felt her cheeks heat, not sure if that answer made her look good or pathetic. But Aunt Sarah seemed satisfied; she patted Dani’s shoulder, the pressure oddly grounding.

“Go have a bit of breakfast, then. I’ll get my purse and keys, and we’ll set out in fifteen minutes.” The tone meant there would be no negotiation.

Dani grabbed two slices of wheat toast and went to the table.

During the 20-minute drive to the clinic Sarah wanted to make sure that Dani knew that Dr Susan was the boss, and had full authority to discipline Dani in any way she felt necessary, she said with a grave stern tone

“Dr. Susan is not a woman who tolerates nonsense, Dani. You will be perfectly obedient for her, just as you are for me. If she says jump, you jump. If she says you need to be corrected, you accept it. Do you understand?”

Dani nodded, then remembered to reply aloud.

“Yes Aunt Sarah.” “Good girl. If you disappoint her, you’re disappointing me. And there will be further consequences at home, not just at the clinic.”

That sent a cold little needle up Dani’s spine. She squirmed in her seatbelt, the thick tights rubbing her thighs, the skirt bunched under her. She tried to imagine what “consequences” might mean, because lately Aunt Sarah had gotten a lot more creative with discipline, such as the time she’d made Dani wear a diaper to bed and locked it on with a tiny padlock—Aunt Sarah only gave her the key at breakfast the next morning, after Dani had cried with embarrassment and finally begged to use the bathroom anyway. There had been spankings, of course, but those almost felt like a relief compared to the creative punishments. The memory made Dani shiver and tug at the hem of her skirt, as if she could hide imaginary pampers underneath.

The clinic was a dull single-story on the edge of a disused strip mall, a place that looked exactly like every childhood dentist’s office, only with an ENEMA & COLON HEALTH sign stenciled in blue above the glass doors. Aunt Sarah and Dani walked to the front and rapped on the glass as the clinic wouldn’t open for another hour.

“Come in!” Dr. Susan was wearing light green scrubs and held a empty enema bag in one hand. “I so SO glad you’re starting today, we have an appointment first thing his morning with Yvonne … and she’s one of my most regular patients. She had been scheduled for 11:00 but asked if I could do a ‘special’ at 8:00. Let’s get you into your nurse outfit and this will be a trial by fire training! Sarah … can you help Dani with the Uniform … after that you can be on your way, I’ll take her from there.”

Dr. Susan hustled them into the back room, where a nurses outfit was laid out … This nurses outfit wasn’t exactly traditional, but kind of fit for an Enema clinical that attracted its fair share of enema fetish subjects. Sarah whistled under her breath when she saw the uniform. “Well. That is… not what I expected. Dani, you’re going to turn heads.” She lifted the dress off the hanger delicately, holding it at arm’s length for inspection. The fabric was pure white, almost medical in its severity, but the cut was short—shy of Dani’s knees by several inches, with puffed shoulders and a stiff square collar trimmed in pale blue piping. The nurse’s hat looked barely big enough to clamp to Dani’s head with bobby pins.

Dani’s mouth went dry. “Oh,” she said, little more than a squeak. “It’s…” Sarah did the little button at the neckline and tugged the squared collar flat. “It’s perfect for you, Danielle. Now, take off your skirt and blouse, please—quickly, I don’t want to keep Dr. Susan waiting.” The skirt and tights made a whisper as Dani peeled them down off her hips. The air in the back room was much cooler on her bare legs. She reached out to touch the uniform dress: paper-white, scratchy, with a row of plastic buttons and—oh no—an apron, ruffled and childish, even more embarrassing than the short skirt.

Sarah’s hands were brisk, businesslike, as she helped Dani step into the dress and snugged it around her waist. The dress barely concealed the top edge of Dani’s tights— clearly this outfit was designed for stockings, but tights would have to do for today. Panties would be shown through her tights of course with any bend so Dani resolved to be careful. Aunt Sarah had her spin so she could check the rear closure. The skirt swished up a little too high. Dani forced herself not to tug it down, hoping her bra and massive breast forms drew attention away from her legs.

“Very cute” was Sarah’s verdict. “OK Dani, remember complete utter obedience … I’ll be here to pick you up at 6:00” and with that she left, leaving Dani to her new boss, and mistress Dr. Susan.

“You look absolutely darling” was the first thing Dr. Susan said when she entered the room. The first patient Yvonne … she actually was at the watercolor class, I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you again. Did you see her picture? It was the cartoon where she marries you!”

“Yes Doctor Susan. I did see it.”

“Sell she’s obviously smitten. Anyway today we have Yvonne followed by a new client named Ricky … I think this uniform is a bit much for a male patient, so I may have you wait in the back room while I take care of Ricky.

“Yes Doctor Susan” trying to hide a tiny bit of disappointment from her voice. She inwardly resolved to show that she could be a good girl, for both female and male patients.

“Ok we have 45 minutes before Yvonne arrives … let’s get the equipment all laid out. We will mix the enema after she arrives so it doesn’t get cold.

In the preparation room, Dr. Susan selected a larger bag as Yvonne was a well-trained patient and could often stand up to three quarts. Dani piped in

“That looks like a four quart bag Dr Susan”

“Yes Dani … you seem to have done some homework!”

“Yes Dr. Susan I have been studying”

“Well then let’s see if you know about nozzle sizes. Yvonne is a larger lady and has taken enemas for decades. Do you think you can suggest a nozzle?” She pointed to a wall of nozzles ranging from tiny to comically large. She had handwritten sizes under each one ranging from 1 to 10.

“If she’s a larger lady with lots of enema experience … I would think she can probably take a number 8?”

Dr. Susan laughed … “Well if we use a number eight on her, she’d probably hop off the table!” She’s more like a six .. but you get an “A” for effort. Our goal is continually work the patients into larger sizes. When I give you your first one this afternoon I plan to start with a two and see if we can skip the first size since you seem so eager to upsize early!”

Dani felt herself squirm at the table—she hadn’t really prepared for the idea that she, Dani, might be on the receiving end so soon. “Yes Doctor Susan,” she managed, and tried to look proud, not scared. She focused her mind back onto the task: prepping the back room for Yvonne. The number five nozzle was placed on a try along with a tub of Vaseline, four rubber gloves some paper towels, wipes and much to Dani’s surprise a large adult diaper.

“Now let me tell you a bit about Yvonne … She’s loud and kind of brash. She’s going to be quite enamored with you, and probably put her hands on you. Unless she tries to remove your underwear you should play along … flirt a bit, keep her happy, maybe even give her a peck on her cheek. Part of this job is to keep the customer happy and for most of the patients enemas serve two purposes ... Cleaning, and sexual release. They will take care of themselves for the release but helping them along is a good idea. Do you understand?”

“Yes of course Dr. Susan ... but just so I do exactly what you expect .. can you give me more examples of what is expected of me?”

Dr Susan was delighted at this acceptance and decided to push it a bit on her example

“Here’s a simple example. Many of the regulars like an assistant to stand by the table and hold their hand, or stroke their hair, or even just talk gently to calm them while the enema is beginning. Some, like Yvonne, want you to praise their capacity, or say things like ‘you’re doing so well,’ or “You’re so pretty” … think of compliments. Hold her hand if her other hand goes up your skirt don’t resist too much, I’ll keep an eye on her and stop things if she goes too far, but as I said a little play we can expect and accept. Also, I’d like you to be the one that helps her both undress and re-dress after the procedure. I’ll be in the room the first time, but that will be all your responsibility later.

“What if she wants to kiss me?” Dani asked

Dr. Susan’s mouth twitched—almost a smile. “If she asks first, or you think it’s what she wants, then yes. A little kiss is fine; nothing with tongue, just a peck. You can be shy, but don’t act disgusted or frightened. You’re a nurse, not a prude.”

“Okay,” said Dani, rolling the word around on her tongue like a foreign candy. She wiped her palms on the ruffled apron. She imagined Yvonne’s round, bottom cheeks, and how it would feel to put her lips to another woman’s skin. Weird, not gross, not really. Dani hoped that was the right answer.

“Great, glad we talked about that. She should be here any minute, I’d like you to greet her at the door. Introduce yourself and then walk her to the changing room, help her change into the gown. Help her undress and fold all her clothes neatly. The gown is already ready in the room.

With that almost like clockwork the front door chime rang.

In walked Yvonne

Yvonne’s silhouette filled the entryway. The overhead fluorescents did nothing to soften her: she was a woman of unapologetic girth, hair set in a sprayed helmet of wheat-blonde, cheeks so heavily rouged they looked as if applied with a spatula. Framed by the door, she wore a bright floral muumuu, the pattern stretched to bursting with every step. She looked left, then right, then focused on Dani and her too-short uniform. Yvonne’s painted mouth stretched into a smile.

“Is that you, Danielle?” she boomed, voice echoing off the cinderblock walls. “Oh my goodness, it is! Look at you, all dolled up!Dani gave Yvonne her best practiced smile. “Welcome to the clinic, Miss Yvonne. My name’s Dani, and I’ll be your nurse today. Would you like to come back with me and change into a gown?” Dani moved forward and offered her own arm, the way doctors always did on TV. She hoped she looked the part.

“Honey, you look adorable enough to eat,” Yvonne said, clutching Dani’s wrist with surprising firmness. Her hand was soft but her grip had no quitting to it. “And don’t call me Miss Yvonne, makes me feel like a middle schooler. Just Yvonne or Vonnie or ‘Your Royal Highness,’ depending on how bad you want a tip!”

“Yes Yvonne … shall we get you changed for your enema, and I am not allowed to accept tips, my job is to make you comfortable”

She lead Yvonne by her elbow into the changing room.

“Dr. Susan says to undress you and put this robe on” she said pointing to the neatly folded robe on the chair

She hung the gown on the hook and turned to Yvonne, who had begun fussing with her dress. “help me with this please, sugar will you?” Yvonne said, even as she wriggled her arms free of the wide floral sleeves. Underneath, her bra was a stretch of peach-colored nylon, straps digging into her flesh like pink elastic fence posts. Dani reached out and let her fingertips skim the surface of the fabric, then traced to the metal clasp at the back. Her hands shook.

She tried to remember what Aunt Sarah had taught her about undressing elderly ladies at the day hospital—never rush, don’t make a show of looking away, just act like it’s nothing.

She unclasped the bra and removed it from her arms. Very large breasts hung down, and Dani was mesmerized … they were so pretty. She couldn’t help herself and said “You have pretty breasts” while removing the dress all the way. Yvonne, taken aback, lost her brashness and said in a sweet tone “Oh, honey.” Something soft moved in Yvonne’s face. “That is the first nice thing anybody’s said about my figure this year.” She reached out and patted Dani’s wrist, her hand both cool and somehow electric, the way warm plastic can mistakenly be. She let Dani slip the bra straps all the way down her arms. The breasts—large, a little freckled, swaying—seemed to exist with a real, scandalous authority. Dani hovered her hands at their sides, unsure if she should offer support or just stand back. Yvonne’s nipples were pinker than Dani would have guessed; she tried not to look at them directly.

Dani then focused on removing Yvonne’s panties … just like hers … large white nylon panties … although probably a size 12 compared to her loose size five.

“I’m wearing the same panties” Dani said with coyish flourish and Yvonne said “Oh darling you have to let me see them”

“Yes and soon as we get the gown on you” They worked together to don the gown and Dani hoped Yvonne would forget the ‘deal’ but she said “Deals a deal!”

Dani decided it would be less awkward to show the panties now, get it over with. She hiked the hem of her nurse dress, and carefully lowered her tights, being careful not to pull down her panties … just enough to allow a glimpse own shiny panties. The gesture had a cartoonish, practiced shyness—she made herself hold it there. Yvonne’s damp eyes widened, then she broke into delighted applause.

“You did it! Oh honey, you’re a real nurse now,” Yvonne said, and the brashness was back, but somehow playful and safe. She reached out and gave Dani’s thigh a fond squeeze through the tights, then patted her twice.

Soon Dani and Yvonne walked out hand in hand to the exam room.

“Dr. Susan … Miss Yvonne is ready for her enema now”

“Susan” Yvonne said …. “Whatever you’re paying this angel … you need to double it, I’m not joking”

Dr. Susan’s eyes flicked from Dani’s face to Yvonne and back again, as if measuring the exact manner chemistry happened between the two. Her hands—pale, the fingers unexpectedly long—made a little flourish, indicating Yvonne should hoist herself onto the vinyl exam table. “Thank you, Dani. Please wheel the prep tray over and let’s get started, shall we?”

Dani released Yvonne’s hand and rolled the cart next to the table, careful not to rattle the glass bottle of Vaseline or the ceramic tray with the gleaming steel nozzles. She positioned herself at Yvonne’s wrist, taking it gently as Yvonne rolled onto her left side, backside to the room, right knee drawn up.

Dani watched intently while Dr Susan carefully lubricated the enema nozzle and asked Dani

“Help open her please”

Dani obliged opening Yvonne’s bottom while Dr Susan deftly inserted a lubricated finger into Yvonne’s anus. Yvonne jumped but then relaxed, cracking a joke

“I hope you’re planning to put something bigger in there”

“Well if Dani had her way we’d be putting a number eight in you, but we’ll go with the usual Six …”

Yvonne thinking this was hilarious said “Oh I knew she was a bad girl, I think *she* should take the number eight!”

Dr Susan laughed “Oh that would rip her wide open. Later today she’s getting her first enema, but we’ll with a number two, and I doubt she can even take a full quart.

Yvonne laughed and said “Oh Doctor you don’t know what I’d pay to watch that .. enough you could take a full trip to Hawaii”

Dr Susan surprised her a bit saying “Hawaii’s not my thing, but if our little nurse performs as well as I think she will, we might do something like this on a watercolor night, how would like that?”

Meanwhile, she deftly inserted the nozzle in Yvonne’s bottom.

The nozzle slid in with only a soft sound, almost a sigh, and Yvonne made a long, deliberate “ahhhh.” Dani blinked at how quickly Dr. Susan had seated it: one practiced motion, a twist of the wrist, and the bulbous tip was swallowed by Yvonne’s rectum, the blue color of the nozzle almost disappearing against her pale, dimpled skin.

“Good, very good,” Dr. Susan murmured, her words clipped as she attached the thick rubber hose. Even with her attention fixed on the work, her hands kept up a delicate choreography: one pressed at the base of the nozzle, the other adjusted the flow clamp on the bag. “Are you up for three quarts today?”

Yvonne merely moaned an affirmative and the sharp ‘click!’ of the clam echoed in the room. Soon the water was flowing well and Yvonne moaned softly, gently mewing her pleasure. Dani held her hand gently, and Yvonne rested her other hand on the curve of Dani’s bottom. Dani made no movement to avoid the contact, and even gently gyrated to say an implied ‘OK’

Yvonne, in a state of utter bliss quietly asked Dr Susan ““Can your little helper give me a kiss for being such a brave patient?”

Dr. Susan didn’t even look up from the flow meter. “Of course she can, you’re being very brave.”

Without any prompting Danny gave Yvonne a small peck on the cheek

“On the lips, silly” said Yvonne and Dr Susan affirmed “Yes Dani, you should kiss her … deep and for a nice long time”

“Yes Dr. Susan” said an obedient Dani

The kiss lingered and Dani made no movement to back off when Yvonne used her tongue … in fact it felt quite nice. In the back of her head she imagined being back at Yvonne’s house … in a housedress and making her dinner and the kiss she’d get when Yvonne came back from errarnds. She imagined submitting to this powerful lady … doing whatever she asked … a life of making somebody happy.

“Yvonne” said Dr Susan you’re two quarts in … are you up for the third? Is there anything else Dani can do for you to help?”

“I’m up for it … fill me up! And there are lots of things Dani can do, but I imagine they’re ousdie the realm of allowability!”

“Oh you never know, you’re my most important client”

“Well maybe she could shower with me when we’re all done” asked Yvonne

“Of course, she will shower with you to help you clean. Ok we are at 3 quarts, just retain it 15 minutes and you’ll be ready to expell”

For 15 minutes Yvonne moaned, squirmed and roughly pawed and Dani who made no moves to counter. When the bell went off, she was assisted to the toilet and allowed to expel. It took quite a while, but she came back out … stark naked and said “OK wow, that was intense. I’m ready to shower, was the offer to have company for real?”

“Absolutely. Dani, go tothe back room, completely undress and come back out here and escort Miss Yvonne to the shower”

Dani was petrified … naked meant the illusion of female would be gone … was that really OK?

“But … you know I am not a real girl … yet … right miss Yvonne? Are you sure you want to shower with me?”

“Honey, I didn’t come here to pick nits about gender. You’re cute as a bug and I want to see you naked, who wouldn’t?”

“Yes Ma'am” Dani said and hustled to the back room where she quickly undressed and rejoined them in the main room.

“So darling” said Yvonne and then as an aside “When are you giving this cute thing real breasts, and are you thinking of a vulva too?”

“Breasts … very soon, vulva … not sure we’re doing that … what’s your opinion?”

“I think she should go the whole way,” said Yvonne, voice booming again. “Don’t half-step, you know? On the other hand she has such a nice small penis … there’s value to leaving it there … If she were mine … Yeah I’d probably go the whole way … the sooner the better”

“We will see” said Dr. Susan.

With that they retreated to the shower, and much to her surprise Yvonne spend as much time washing Dani as she did Yvonne!

“You’re such a cute thing” said Yvonne “I bet you wish I was closer to your age” all of this while washing Dani’s penis for the third time. For the first time in the whole sessioin Dani had gotten hard.

“Not at all” said Dani with sincerity “I much prefer the look of older ladies … they are smarter, and they are way better at telling me what to do! And look, this is the first time I’ve been hard in months!

Yvonne cradled Dani’s penis in her palm, working the soap with tiny, circling motions. Yvonne’s hands were much bigger than Dani’s own, cool and powdery and gentle despite the mass of her body. Dani’s knees nearly buckled; her penis stood up straight and clear and self-effacing—like it was surprised to even be present for this, after all the months of dormancy. Yvonne made a wet, delighted popping sound with her mouth.

“Oh, honey,” she said, and Dani felt the shower’s heat bloom higher in her face. “If you’re going to stand at full salute, at least let me see it properly.She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Yvonne only laughed—loud and full in the tiny tiled stall. “Don’t be shy, baby. If I had one that cute, I would show it all the time.” She gently batted Dani’s hand away and gave a playful yank on the shaft. Dani yelped—she couldn’t help it, the spot was so sensitive it prickled all the way up to her chest.

Yvonne squeezed out more shower gel and lathered up Dani’s genitals, cupping and rolling them with a practiced, almost maternal roughness. The lather foamed up thick and pearly on Dani’s small penis; the way Yvonne gathered it all up, thumbing at the base, made it ache and tingle.

Yvonne worked the soap down Dani’s shaft, circling it, letting her hand close and open, never rough but never delicate either. Dani watched, hypnotized, seeing the lather bubble up, slide down over her penis and drip from the tip.

“Such a pretty penis dear” said Yvonne … I wish I could have it inside me “

Yvonne’s hands didn’t slow. She squeezed and palmed Dani’s shaft with a shifting firmness, pulling her closer until Dani could feel the smothering press of Yvonne’s breasts against her chest.

“Oh … I … I think … I might come if you don’t stop” said Dani

Yvonne’s hands pumped with new intent, slipping and tugging, her palm and fingers reading every twitch of Dani’s erection. Dani fisted her own hands at her sides, suddenly not knowing where to look: at Yvonne’s grinning, smeared-with-mascara face, or at the sight of her own striped cock standing up from her hips, gleaming with shower lather. She settled on looking anywhere except at Yvonne’s eyes. The shower spray pounded Dani’s lower back, hot and full, making it feel like her skin would dissolve if Yvonne’s grip didn’t keep her anchored.

In two more strokes Dani felt it, a surge so powerful she had to brace her feet on the slick tile. She let out a noise she barely recognized—a kind of whimper, not quite a moan, almost a bark—and then her vision blurred at the edges. Yvonne’s hands closed around her just as she tremored and came, right there in the woman’s palm, in the old blue-tiled shower with steam slicking every surface and the starchy scent of cheap floral conditioner in the air. Yvonne held her through it, not even flinching as Dani’s semen spattered across her big, dimpled knuckles and pooled at the tip of Dani’s small, girlish penis.

“What a good girl you are” said Yvonne washing Dani yet again. “Let’s get dressed and I’ve got to be on my way!”

The two ladies dressed, Yvonne fussing over Dani with great relish, and they walked together back in the main room

“Susan I change my mind … you keep the darling penis on this little nurse of yours … it’s too good to remove”

Susan who realized what happened in the shower and beamed

“I thought you might come around”

“Just increase her breast size a bit more than you planned instead” and they all laughed

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Author’s note:

That’s where I stand for now but will continue the story, I hope for a few more chapters if there is interest .. any story ideas are welcome .. Please DM me!