“It’s nice to see you again, doctor” in a private home that overlooks a maple-and-oak-dusted urban street, where the creaks of the floorboards belt out into fresh lacquer finishes. We call it an informal appointment in absence of a paper trail. The phrase ‘reverse house call’ was too clumsy.
*Our policies cover medically necessary, non-elective procedures only. Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) is NOT considered a medically necessary treatment for gender dysphoria (including for those with a documented DSM5 diagnosis.)*
He’s kissing me. He’s kissing me like he does every week. He’s kissing me right under my clavicle where one of many moles blemishes my ivory skin. He’s kissing me along my shoulders and up my neck with his mildly chapped but chapstick-refreshed lips and my body gets less shy, and resists less and less and I’m filled with the ecstasy of being enclosed and I forget my ulterior motives altogether.
*Services for gender affirmation surgery and hormone therapy are not considered medically necessary, and are not covered under Gold or Silver Plans. The Platinum Plan offers co-pay assistance for some elective procedures such as gender affirmation surgery but does not cover hormone therapy.*
My neat, professional demeanor has been stripped away. A white blouse is resting around my elbows, its prim collar brushing between the bottom of my bra and the small of my back. A finger traces along my cleavage as though it’s scrutinizing the finesse of a chiseler, but soon it summons the palms to squeeze my breasts. I invite them under my bra.
*Thank you for reaching us at —— Insurance. Unfortunately we do not offer coverage for Gender Dysphoria treatment, so none of our plans offer coverage for cross-sex hormone treatment.*
*Sincerely,*
*Amy*
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His body looms over mine and I watch my body undulate against the sheets with ever breath. He is only an inch or two taller than me but I feel small. I feel so, so small. Like a sluttier, girlier David in a smut parody of David and Goliath. I try to shift my thoughts away from biblical porn parodies. My acrylic nails trace the musculature of his waist and hips while my brain goes into blasphemous autopilot. So I’m Bathsheba and the king sees my thick, juicy ass and…
*Most of our plans cover the essential elements of Continuous Hormone Replacement Therapy. Coverage varies on the Plan Design. Hormones administered directly by a medical professional are covered under some plan designs. Oral and self-injecting hormones from a pharmacy are not covered under any plan. Laboratory testing of Continuous Hormone Replacement Therapy is not covered under any plan.*
King Doctor. Bathsheba and King Doctor. ‘**2** One evening Doctor got up from his bed and walked around on the third floor of his apartment. From the third floor he saw a woman transitioning. The woman was very beautiful, **3** and Doctor sent someone to find out about her.’ (2 Sacrilege 11:2-3) I wonder if the Doctor would send my tinder date to fight a military campaign if he knew about her. But I’m his only subject, and I faithfully obey.
*CTRL+F ‘HRT’*
*0/0 No Results*
*CTRL+F ‘hormone therapy’*
*0/0 No Results*
*CTRL+F ‘hormone’*
*0/0 No Results*
I bite my lip and the doctor lunges into me. I can’t think of third-rate smut ideas anymore. His body envelopes mine. His cock, steely from anticipation, thrusts inside of me. I hike my legs up to my shoulders to let him in deeper, relaxing my tight hole so he can bottom out inside of me. I whimper loudly. “Like a good girl” he tells me. The phrase “good girl” is like a chemical shot directly into the pleasure center of my brain. It floods my face with warmth and my whole body radiates with tenderness. “Fuck yes,” I whisper sharply “fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”
*CTRL+F*
*0/0 No Results*
He’s cumming. He’s cumming and his big, hard cock is deep inside of me. He’s cumming and he wants to breed my tight, little pussy.
*CTRL+F*
*0/0 No Results*
“You feel so good, master. Yes, yes, fuck yes. Just like that. You feel so, so good. Breed me, master. Breed me like the little bitch I am. Breed me like a good girl.”
*CTRL+F*
*0/0 No Results*
“Thank you, master.”
*No results.*
I stand in his doorway. I’m waiting. I need that conspicuous paper bag before I go anywhere. He comes out from around the corner, after having fished a pill bottle out of a kitchen drawer. I feel his cum slowly drooling out my ass and soaking into my panties as he hands them over. I give them a little shake and savor the rattle. I grin.
“Thank you, doctor.”
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