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About five minutes later, when the girls finally got enough of touching and squeezing Timothy's boobs, the group went to the beach chairs around the fancy pool. 

"Did you bring sunscreen, Ti-Ti?" Gabriella asked, opening her large bag.  

"Umm... What?" Timothy asked, a finger touching his painted lips. "No, I didn't." 

"Oh, girl, how can you be so airhead?" Ella giggled. "It's okay to get some tan, but if you spend the whole afternoon in the sun without sunscreen you'll look like a tomato by evening! Here, take mine." 

Timothy then started rubbing the sunscreen on his hairless, soft body. Even after so many weeks, he was still amazed every time he touched his skin, noticing how different it felt now. He always had the feeling that he was touching someone else's body… a girl's body… 

"Let me help you, doll" Gabriella offered some time later, seeing how Timothy was struggling to rub the sunscreen on his back. 

The feminized boy then lay face down on the beach chair as Ella took the bottle from his hands. She began to apply the sunscreen to Timothy's back in a delicate and meticulous way, which Timothy couldn't deny that felt nice, just like receiving a back massage. Despite that, Timothy had a hard time relaxing, mostly because he felt his big boobs being pressed uncomfortably against the beach chair. 

Gosh, how can women, like, deal with having boobs? He wondered, biting his lower lip. What would it be like to have boobs a lifetime? Feeling them bouncing and jiggling all the time, and always getting in the way... Being forced to wear a bra every single day...

Such a thought made Timothy feel a shiver down his spine. Why the hell was he thinking about something like that? It wasn't like he was going to have boobs forever, right? No, of course not, he told himself, trying hard to sound convincing. Susan had told him that he would need to wait at least six weeks to have the implants removed, and from what the boy had researched, she hadn't lied. 

Six weeks... That sounded like an eternity. But was better than living with breasts for the rest of his life, he concluded, trying to see the bright side. After that period, he would demand the clinic to remove his implants, no matter what they could say. Perhaps he would have to be honest with Dr. Rowland, finally telling her that he never wanted to be a girl, which would probably put an end to his charade. He thought this was a price worth paying. That charade was already getting out of control, after all. Dr. Rowland had said some scary things when she saw Timothy after the surgery… things the boy couldn't get it out of his head…

"I can imagine how thrilled you must be right now, my dear! I know how important having breasts was for you, and now you don't need those breast forms anymore. Isn't it fabulous? Also, let me know in our next meeting if the hormonal implant is still bothering you. If that is the case, there is a procedure we can try…"

"W-what procedure, Dr. Rowland?" 

"This is called orchiectomy, my dear. Basically, we would remove your testicles, which would cause a drastic reduction in the levels of testosterone in your body, speeding up your transition and allowing me to reduce your dose of female hormones. That way, the side effects you have been experiencing because of the hormonal implant would be minimized." 

Timothy was completely shocked to hear something like that – so shocked that he couldn't say anything in response, and once again his astonishment was misunderstood as excitement for getting closer and closer to becoming a full girl. 

Faced with such a scenario, Timothy knew it was time to put an end to all that, before it was too late. The only happiness he could find in that nightmare was the fact that his father reacted even worse than the boy himself to that situation… 

When Richard saw his sissified son come home looking like what he thought to be a busty bimbo, his horror was such that for an instant Timothy was sure the man was going to lose his sanity. "What have you done? What have you done?" Richard kept asking, as he paced around the living room with his hands on his head, pulling out tufts of his increasingly disheveled hair. His despair was such that Timothy thought he would have felt sorry for the man... if he weren't who he was, obviously. 

"Well, daddy, I think you can see totally well what I have done. My girls aren't, like, easy to hide, right?" the feminized boy giggled, gathering all his strength to sound overjoyed about his new assets. He knew how dangerous that game was, but he couldn't resist tormenting his father a little more… "I had been begging Dr. Rowland for, like, forever to give me breasts. I mean, I was sooo tired of wearing forms! Besides, I totally felt I needed breasts to feel more like a girl, you know… And oh my gosh, it finally happened! See?" Timothy asked, pointing to his own bust, as if that were necessary. "I'm, like, sooo, sooo happy, daddy!"

Timothy regretted that little show almost as soon as he got to his bedroom, leaving behind a completely stunned and lost Richard. He knew that by then he should be looking for a way out of that mess, and not getting even deeper into it. However, he also knew there was nothing he could do for at least six weeks. Before such period, it would be impossible for him to live as a guy again, considering how hard it was to find guys with big boobs like the ones the owned now walking around. 

His boobs…

Alone in his bedroom, it was Timothy's first opportunity to take a close look at his chest with no one around to interrupt him. He then stood in front of his full-length mirror, and took off his blouse and bra. There they were... The big boobs that would make any playbunny jealous, rising and falling with each breath. Timothy couldn't deny they were beautiful… Not only that… Those boobs were the most sensual thing the feminized had ever seen. Perfectly full and round, big enough for him not to be able to cup them with his small hands, with large areolas and pronounced nipples. Yes, it was clear that the doctor had done something to his areolas and nipples too. Could this also be reversed? 

In the past, Timothy would have died to touch boobs like those… Now I totally can touch these ones whenever I want, he thought, smiling sadly. But this is not like I would have wished…

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Sorry for the delay, guys!

My internet was off most of the past few days. With corona-virus, I guess that very few people at my ISP are working, which is understandable, so they took a long time to fix it. I'll post more tomorrow.

I hope that all of you are okay! Stay home if you can, all of you! I hope this situation will end soon.