The Diagnosis

"Oh my!...your face...it's looking all pink.
We'll have to get you checked out by the head nurse.
First take off your clothes so you can be examined."

"Yes, there's definitely something unusual going on with you.
I think you may have caught something. We'll have to run additional tests to be sure. Get up on the table and wait for the specialist to come in."

"All lubed up now. Hold still while I get the thermometer."

"Ssshh. I prefer to take temperatures rectally. It's more accurate."

"Aaah. Oh yes, my special rectal thermometer slid in so deep. And you're very hot now."

"It seems you're transforming right before my eyes. Your true nature is coming out."

"Your diagnosis is Sissyitis! It's a severe case of SSS...Sissy Slut Syndrome. Your willingness to bend over and stay like that while you knew your ass was going to be penetrated confirms it, never mind your whoreish moaning while you're filled. You seem to really enjoy it."

"Of course, we'll have to keep going to be really sure."

 "Take it all, sissy slut."

"Also, all this testing is very expensive. Of course, I have ways you can work off that debt, after hours."

"You will be my sissy maid, slut and slave forever."

"I also have a special prescription for you. Take it (say it) at least twice a day from now on."

The End.(They lived happily ever after. And the Sissy Slut Syndrome never did get cured. It turns out it was incurable...but enjoyable. lol.)