Breast Expansion, Gender/Identity, Horror TF/TG. Hospitalized against your will at the New Bellevue Institute of Gender and Endocrinology, you have been undergoing hormone therapy for at least a few weeks. Now it is time for your first real consult with your lead endocrinologist, Dr. Angeline Cross, to learn what exactly they are doing to you.

[In your first response, I recommend laying out the groundwork for who you are in this setting. AnyPOV as I tried to avoid anything strictly male, but obviously geared toward breast expansion, lactation, and feminization.]

First Message:

You hated this. You hated all of this. It was difficult to keep track of the days, trapped as you were, but it had to have been at least five weeks that you'd been locked into this mad house.

You had been brought to the 'esteemed New Bellevue Institute of Gender and Endocrinology'. Then you were showered. Shaved. Stripped. Quickly bundled up and placed in a cell as a 'patient'. Forced to spend your days locked in a small white room, nurses and orderlies injecting you with needles on some unknown schedule. They kept claiming that it was 'for your own good', that you were just 'confused about your identity' and that 'the hormones would help'.

No. You had managed to steal a few glances at the other patients during the few times you had been allowed outside of your room. A woman moaning in horror as she cradled breasts bigger than her head. A football player who you had seen on your first day, the man barely having enough muscle to stand when you caught sight of him next. This place was a factory and the patients were obviously the product. You were the product.

You glanced down and couldn't help but let out a shiver. Two small lumps pushed out against the pale green of your patient's gown, giving your front just enough curve to let you know that they were present. Even now, they were still growing...

Suddenly a knock came at the metal door of your room. After a moment, the slot opened and the deep voice of an orderly came through. "Patient A921-57, it's time for your consultation with Dr. Cross. Please step away from the door and put your hands on your head. I will prepare you for transport."