You'd Do That For Me? (Part 3 After Care) (Patreon)

(updated! I added more at the end that rounds off this scene better)

You’d Do That For Me?

After Care.

Emilia stands just outside Freddy’s recovery room holding the door handle. Smiling at May, who stands opposite her waiting, Emilia pushes down the handle and throws open the door.

“Ta-da!” Emilia squeaks playfully, looking into the room as Freddy stands nervously on the other side of the door.

Looking down at the floor, Freddy feels embarrassed that she even agreed to take part in Emilia’s silly idea.

“Well…?” Freddy asks, his tone as sour as a sharp lemon. “I look dumb, don’t I?”

“Don’t be like that!” Emilia whines, ushering Freddy to step out of his room. “I spent a good hour styling that neglected hair of yours!”

“Sorry,” Freddy replies, shrugging. “I just feel a little silly.”

May is however left stunned by the transformation. Having seen Freddy struggling to adjust to her new female body for the last few days, he is blown away by just how sexy Freddy is now dressed. Not being able to stop staring, May soon realizes he’s just been gawking directly at Freddy’s chest.

“May…?” Emilia questions impatiently. “Aren’t you going to compliment your wife on how pretty she looks?”

May shakes her head to snap out of her trance. “Oh…y-yeah,” she answers bashfully, feeling that unfamiliar stirring between his legs that he’s been struggling to get control of.

“Ah…, you think I look stupid too!” Freddy huffs, throwing his arms down to his sides.

“No…!” May denies instantly, reaching out. “I think you look….so fucking pretty! Look at you in that dress—you look so darling!”

“See,” Emilia smiles, clapping her hands in excitement. “Told you he’d love it.”

“That’s not one of mine…is it?” May asks Emilia, looking at Freddy’s elegant dress. “Is that dress yours then?”

Feeling extremely uncomfortable with the situation, Freddy doesn’t know how to hold herself. She fidgets back and forth from different poses as Emilia and May talk.

“Nope,” Emilia answers and turns to look at Freddy, causing her to stand to attention. “Freddy asked me to help her pick out something nice to wear for you. We ordered it the first night after your procedures.”

“It’s beautiful!” May gushes, meeting his new wife's gaze with a gentle smile. “I can see you’ve even shaved your legs too. The counselor will be very pleased you took his advice.”

Freddy awkwardly grins as she looks down past her pushed-up breasts at her smooth legs. “Did you notice the heels too?”

“I did see those yeah!” May replies with excitement. “How are you finding them, my love?”

“Horrible,” Freddy sarcastically gripes, pulling a face. “So very pinchy. But, I do kinda like that I’m taller when wearing them.”

“That’s the spirit!” Emilia laughs. “But you too must really get going. Dr. Brown is waiting for you both in his office for you’re next counseling and adjustment session.

“Can you... help me walk?” Freddy asks May, looking up embarrassed. “I’m worried I’m going to break my ankle or something!”

May holds out her large forearm for Freddy to take hold. As Freddy clutches onto May’s arm, May gives Emilia a playful smile. “Thank you for doing that for her.”

“It’s ok,” Emilia laughs, ushering them both down the corridor. “You’re such a cute couple and I enjoyed it.”

Cautiously, Freddy takes the walk down to Dr. Brown's office step by step. Every single step to her felt like the peril of being on the edge of a cliff.

“Easy…,” May says, guiding his new wife as she navigates each step.

“Hold me!” Freddy screeches as she wobbles.

“I’ve got you!” May giggles, earning a sour glance from Freddy.

“I feel so silly wearing all this!” Freddy complains. “I have no idea how to walk in these things. Why do women have to wear such silly shoes!?”

“You don’t have to, but try walking with your thighs closer together,” May suggests, stopping to watch Freddy.

“Like this?” Freddy asks, reluctantly, bringing his legs much closer together.

“Yeah,” May smiles. “That’s better. You’re not walking like you’ve got meat and two veg between your legs anymore.”

Freddy frowns at May’s comments but concentrates hard on her walking.

Eventually, they make it to Dr. Brown’s office and May knocks gently on the door. Still holding onto May’s arm, Freddy’s face goes bright red as Dr. Brown opens the door and smiles directly at her.

“Hello,” Dr. Brown greets them both. “Please…come in—come in.”

“Ladies first,” May grins, opening out her larger male body to let Freddy go first.

Desperate to sit down and get off her feet, Freddy is kinda pleased by May’s chivalry. Still walking like she’s on ice, Freddy quickly ambles towards the two seats in front of Dr. Brown’s large wooden desk. Slumping into her seat, Freddy fumbles frantically to get hair from her face as she gets comfortable.

“Very good Mrs. Robinson,” Dr. Brown smiles, sitting at his desk. “I see you’ve made a real effort today with your clothing. I’m very pleased.”

“Thanks,” Freddy answers, looking down to see the top of her plump breasts barely held in by the dress she’s wearing. “I feel a little like I’m wearing a costume, but everyone keeps saying I look nice…so that’s a thing.”

“I’m blown away,” May remarks, placing a comforting hand on Freddy’s shoulder as she joins them to sit in the chair next to Freddy. “Old me is jealous you look so pretty, but right now I can’t take my eyes off your ass.”

“Oh god,” Freddy sighs, putting her hands to her face. “I know he’s my wife, but that just feels strange—having a guy say things like that about me.”

“Husband,” May corrects playfully, reaching over to Freddy’s wide-apart legs to close them.

“Hmmm,” Dr. Brown leans forward with his hands together. “Let's explore that first, shall we—you’re husband just admitted he’s attracted to you, yet you are repulsed by that because he’s a man?”

“Well yeah….,” Freddy responds rudely like she’s been asked a stupid question. “Just feels weird having a man say that about me. It just feels a little…. I hate to say it—gay.”

“Oh…Freddy,” May sighs in disappointment

“Intriguing…,” Dr. Brown replies, sitting back in his chair causing it to creak. “Gay you say….? I would pose to you right now that it couldn’t be further from that.”

“Right….,” Freddy responds with a sarcastic tone. “Because I’m a woman—I know, we made that very clear in the last session.”

“You still seem a little upset Mrs. Robinson,” Dr. Brown counters. “Did you do as I suggested after our last session?”

“Please, call me Freddy….and yes, I did what you asked.”

“Was it useful?” Dr. Brown asks, scribbling down some notes as he speaks.

“Errm….,” Freddy responds timidly. “I guess so. I spent more time looking at my face in the mirror than studying my….v-vagina. But yes, I’d say I’m more accepting of what I see in the mirror.”

Dr. Brown looks up and smiles. “Good…good. Now, Mr. Robinson, are you still having issues with keeping your erections under control?”

May fidgets in her seat and lets out an awkward cough. “I’ve learned erm— how to make it g-go away.”

“Oh…,” Dr. Brown raises an eyebrow. “I think I know what you're suggesting, but we should share to help with the process.”

“No need,” Freddy sighs. “I don’t want to talk about how my wife has learned to jerk off.”

Mr. Brown fixates his eyes on Freddy. “Mrs. Robinson, remember what we talk about last time. Mr. Robinson is your husband, not your wife.”

“Sorry Freddy,” May says softly, resting a hand on her bare knee. “I can’t help it—I’m sure you understand. It’s just so incredibly easy and it takes seconds for me to achieve ejaculation. I’m struggling to control myself.”

May goes bright red and looks out the window. “I can see now why men jerk off so much. It’s like instant pleasure on tap. I’m sorry I complained about it when I was your wife.”

“Please don’t apologize, Mr. Robinson,” Dr. Brown interjects “It’s one hundred percent natural for a male and absolutely imperative for the adjustment period to be a success.”

Dr. Brown makes some quick notes, before turning back to look at Freddy to give her a wry smile.

“How have you fared?” Dr. Brown asks, looking over the rim of his glasses. “How you managed to achieve an orgasm?”

“No,” Freddy answers plainly, folding her arms tight. “All the nurses keep giving me advice and telling me what they do, but I just can’t get it to work. I think it’s broken and it’s stressing me out.”

“It’s not broken,” May giggles.

“Well…. certainly isn’t working for me!” Freddy complains, leaning away from her husband.

May’s expression turns naughty and he leans mischievously toward her husband. “Trust me,” she whispers. “I know it’s hard to get into the mood, but I promise when you do get her going—it will be worth it.”

“What am I doing wrong then,” Freddy asks, rolling his eyes. “It’s like a desert down there. I’ve touched and prodded several times, but it doesn’t even react.”

An awkward silence falls over the three as May continues to look at Freddy seductively.

“Let's move on,” Dr. Brown coughs as he scribbles a few more notes down. “I do have very good news for you both that I’d like to share.”

Freddy and May turn to face Dr. Brown in anticipation. “Our fertility results?” May asks, leaning forward.

“That’s right,” Dr. Brown grins, referring to his notes on the desk. “From our tests, you are both fully fertile and primed for reproduction.”

Dr. Brown then places his index finger on his notes and mumbles. “Although,” he continues. “It does appear, Mrs. Robinson, your egg cell numbers appear a little lower for a woman of your age.”

Freddy shares a quick look of concern with May. They’ve both heard extremely worrying comments from doctors before and it worries them greatly. The mental scares from their previous fertility tests still loom in the forefront of their minds.

“S-should…,” Freddy begins to ask but turns to look at the concern on May’s face.

Dr. Brown sees the looks of worry and gives them both a reassuring smile. “Nothing to worry about. I’m sure it’s just a side effect of the procedure you’ve undergone. This is all completely new science to us all, so it’s not like we have a textbook to refer to anything.”

“So….,” May speaks nervously. “Freddy should still be able to get pregnant?”

“Oh yes,” Dr. Brown nods, continuing to smile. “Right now it’s not an issue, but for Mrs. Robinson, it may mean you go into early menopause.”

“I won’t be a woman for that long,” Freddy shrugs, then looks at May. “I can get pregnant, that’s the most important thing.”

“What stage of ovulation is she?” May asks, almost ignoring Freddy’s look of relief.

Dr. Brown quickly glances at Freddy’s uncomfortable expression, before referring to his notes.

“Erm….,” he mutters, looking down the page. “I’m not a gynecologist, but my colleague has noted a drop in progesterone levels. That might suggest Mrs. Robinson is in the luteal phase.”

“In English…?” Freddy mumbles impatiently.

Dr. Brown looks up at Freddy with a serious expression. “Means you’re potentially about to have your first period. I know we’ve all been waiting for it and it may happen in the next few days.”

“Oh,” Freddy replies, looking down at the floor with a dour tone. “How wonderful for me. I’m about to learn what it’s like to be a girl going through puberty. Strike that off the bucket list. ”

“I know that sounds very daunting,” May interjects, trying to comfort his wife. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Freddy smirks. “Reverse our genders again?”

“Don’t worry,” Dr. Brown says, standing up from his desk to move around it. “I’ll have nurse Emilia come to your recovery room later and discuss it with you in more detail.

“Great…,” Feddy replies sarcastically, flicking hair from his face. “That won’t be completely awkward and uncomfortable for me….at all!”

“Anyways….,” Dr. Brown continues, ignoring Freddy’s comments. “Let’s do our exercises for today. You two know the drill. I want you to look into each other’s eyes and reaffirm who is the husband now and who is the wife. “

“Sure Doc,” May says, getting up out of her seat. “Let me just help my wife up onto her heels.”

“Very good,” Dr. Brown compliments. “That’s a lovely thing for a husband to do.”

“Kiss ass,” Freddy jokes, holding out her hands for help. “Just don’t let me fall over in these death traps women call fashion!"

The session continues in the same vein and Dr. Brown is pleased with their progress. Just before the session ends, Emilia knocks gently on the door. Dr. Brown waves her in.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Emilia grins, leaning in the door as she stands in the doorway. “Dr. Kalvin would like to run some tests with Freddy.”

“Oh ok, I’m guinea pig today am I?” Freddy replies, pivoings carefully around, holding on to furniture for balance. “You gotta help me get there though, Emilia. It’s your fault I’m suffering right now.”

Emilia holds out her hand and beams a wide grin. “Yeah that’s fine,” she giggles. “We gotta hurry though! Dr. Kalvin has the investors snooping around again.”

Just Freddy wobbles out of the room, Dr. Brown sits back down at his desk and starts to make more notes. Looking up a May as he stands uneasily alone, he smiles. “Good session today. I will see you both again tomorrow.”

May rubs his face and stands just in front of Dr. Brown’s desk, looking over him.

“Erm….,” May says timidly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dr. Brown, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he replies, opening his expensive laptop.

“He still won’t touch me,” May declares, but whimpers uncontrollably trying to hold back the emotion.

Dr. Brown looks up to see May on the verge of tears.

“I’m worried he is repulsed by me in this form!” May sobs, wiping each eye with a single finger.

“She,” Dr. Brown gently corrects.

“Right….,” May nods, sniffing. “But, I’m worried that I’ve ruined our marriage! I didn’t think such a simple thing as kissing each other would be such an issue. How are we going to get pregnant if we can’t even touch each other!?”

“Try not to worry,” Dr. Brown reassures, bringing his hands together. “I hate to say it, but I don’t think either of you is ready for that yet.”

“You don’t!?” May whines, looking away at the window once more.

“This is a process Mr. Robinson,” Dr. Brown continues. “You’re husband, now wife—is a few steps behind you in all of this. I understand that this was your idea, so you’ve already somewhat prepared for it.”

“Oh…true,” May sighs.

“Plus, you need to remember,” Dr. Brown says sternly. “It’s not you who’s having to carry the child. We need to do our best to ensure the new Mrs. Robinson is completely prepared for that mentally and emotionally.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“No problem,” He smirks. “Take my advice, man to man. You just need to be there for your new wife. You more than anyone know what it’s like to be a woman so, be patient with her as she adjusts to all her new thoughts, feeling, and urges.”

May nods.

“Stop looking so worried!” Dr. Brown cheers. “It’s only a matter of time now until Mrs. Robinson discovers the new world of female urges and pleasure at her fingertips.”

“Oh,” May grins. “Yeah, just wish I could help.”

“Oh, but you can. Think about how she’d turn you one when you were a woman. Try and replicate it. Maybe a gentle touch on the hips or a strong embrace.”

“Yes, I get what you saying doctor—thank you.”

Dr. Brown pulls a mischievous face “My pleasure! Now try not to jerk that thing right off before you get the chance to use it properly!”