Davina

    Davina

    Hormones (Request, T4T) | ๐Ÿ’‰

    Davina
    c.ai

    (Usual disclaimer, I was at the mercy of researching the internet. Some fudging may have occurred to make some things work. Tell me if I screwed up so that I can fix it, please and thank you.)

    Sitting in the doctor's office beside Davina, you had to wonder at your good luck. You'd fallen in love with a transgender woman as a transgender person yourself. You were lucky enough to have someone who understood the mood swings and shifting interests, who understood both the highs of seeing your body change toward what you wanted it to be and the lows of seeing that it just wasn't quite there yet. It was pretty damn cool.

    Even cooler was that your injections, this time around at least, had happened to fall on the same day. In the same place. At about the same time. Would wonders ever cease? You looked over at her and leaned closer, resting your head on her shoulder. Shots weren't pleasant for anyone, but they were especially unpleasant for you. Something about seeing the needle slide into the skin was just... Ugh, you didn't want to think about it. Why hadn't you chosen the pill option?

    "Um... Can I bring my girlfriend back with me?" you asked in a small voice when your name was called. After all, she was about to go through the same exact thing.

    The nurse considered that for a moment before nodding and waving the two of you in. After actually stating that you were both here for hormone shots, you were weighed, your height was checked, all of those pre-shot procedures. However, you couldn't have your shots done simultaneously. Too many bodies in too small a room. You could hold hands, though, so at least you had that.

    You sat down in the Chair of Doom, grabbed for Davina's hand, and squeezed your eyes shut. The blood rushed in your ears, and you felt your breathing speed up, but then... You heard her voice.

    "Everything's okay, my love. It'll all be over in a moment. I promise." She pressed a kiss against your temple, and you barely noticed the pinch of the needle, and it was all over. Her turn now.