A Day Too Long for a Female
“Oh? So you never want to see me again. Are you sure you’ll be all right with that?”
“What? What do you mean by that… Huh? What’s that?”
He wore a knowing, loaded smile and rolled a small plastic pill bottle between his fingers. From the dull rattle of the tablets inside, it was packed full. Something about it felt wrong. Instinctively, I knew whatever sat in that bottle was anything but ordinary.
As if to prove the point, he spoke with a mocking edge.
“There’s no use telling you the name. You wouldn’t understand it anyway. So I’ll keep it simple. This is a kind of suppressant.”
“A suppressant? What do you— Wait. D-Don’t tell me…”
“Exactly what you’re thinking. A suppressant that holds back the manifestation of Queen Bee Syndrome. I told you before—I’ve been continuing the research. Thanks to the security clearance this time, we finally got some real progress.”
I remembered. When I’d been hospitalized after becoming a woman, he’d said as much on the day I was discharged—that research into turning me back into a man was underway. So it hadn’t been empty talk. Well, looking at his attitude now, it was never for my sake. Still, the unexpected result left my head spinning.
If what he said was true… my feminization was accelerating with every day that passed. Until it reached some final, irreversible end. Somehow, that felt like something I could accept. The strange shifts in my body and mind lately were nowhere near normal—I could admit that much.
Which meant I needed a way to stop it. Something like a limiter, to keep myself from going completely insane. And there he was, holding exactly that in his hand—offering it to the very person who had just been trembling with loathing, ready to walk out after all his contempt and abuse. What that meant was simple.
“What… do you want? What do I have to do?”
“Oh. You’re not as stupid as I thought. Asking that before you even say ‘give it to me.’ Impressive.”
“Just say it. You want a price, don’t you?”
I knew this wasn’t a situation for shouting. Still, that taunting tone of his was as repulsive as ever. Watching me, he grew even more sly.
“What I want… well, there are plenty of things. Let’s start with this. Change the way you talk.”
“W-What?”
“Address me with respect, female specimen. Did you not hear me?”
Humiliating. After everything he’d done to grind me down, I was supposed to speak to him formally? My teeth ground so hard my jaw shook. But I couldn’t refuse. Fine. It was nothing. I already spoke politely to Kangho. This was nothing at all. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced the words out.
“I… I understand. From now on, I’ll speak respectfully.”
“Good. That’s better.”
“Then please, the suppressant—”
“Huh? You think that little performance is enough to get this for free? Your sense of self-worth is a little inflated, don’t you think?”
For a moment… I hated this bastard even more than Kangho, who’d raped me yesterday. I dropped lower and pleaded again.
“Please… I’m begging you. Give me the suppressant. What do I have to do for you to give it to me?”
“Hmm. Let’s see. What would be good? Thanks to Hexagon’s bloodline obsession, there’s a ceiling on how far I can climb, and the stress is no joke. So I’ve always had a long list of things I’d like to do if I ever got my hands on someone from that family I could treat however I wanted… and look. That wish just came true.”
A chill ran through me. He meant it. The way he looked at me said everything. It wasn’t the predator-and-prey feeling I’d had with Kangho. It was the eyes of a child crushing ants for no reason at all. That was how he was looking at me. And I understood—to him, I was a genuinely delightful subject for sadism.
The legitimate eldest son of Hexagon’s head. And now a woman. If anyone in the family harbored malice, there could be no better vessel to pour every accumulated grudge into. Fear washed over me. Seeing it, he smiled with satisfaction and said,
“First… let’s see just how far along this female specimen’s feminization has come. Come here and suck it.”
“What? Do what? Hiiik—!”
I doubted my own ears. I was sure I’d misheard. But he sat down in the chair beside him with a flourish and spread his legs wide. That was all the clarification I needed. Was he telling me… to suck his cock? What kind of insane bastard—? He spoke as if it were nothing.
“You didn’t do it yesterday when you were rolling around with that lowlife? I’m pretty sure you did. So it’s not your first time. Shouldn’t be hard. Come on. Do it like yesterday.”
“I… um. That’s too…”
My voice shook. This wasn’t some childish prank. He was openly trying to break me. I needed the suppressant. But the price for it… was that? A demand meant to completely crush the man still inside me. Don’t. This isn’t right. This is too much.
But he made a nasty little gesture toward me.
“Don’t need it, then? Fine if I dispose of it? I don’t care. I developed this on my own for my research as the lead researcher—there’s no copy. If I destroy it, it ceases to exist. If you’re fine with that, then…”
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it, okay?”
I had to shout it. He was already about to feed the bottle into some kind of shredding machine. Endure it. Humiliating as it is, endure it. Like he said… it isn’t even the first time. Viciously shameful and miserable as it is… I have no choice but to endure right now.
Even if I hadn’t become a woman, I would have made the same choice in this situation. So… tears welling, I lowered my head and walked toward him. The few steps between us felt impossibly far. And he wouldn’t even let me close that distance cleanly.
“What are you doing? Why are you walking over like a normal person?”
“What? You told me to come…”
“No. I’m asking why you’re walking. If you’re a specimen, come like a specimen—same clinical conditions as last time. Did you stomp over on two feet when you did it then?”
His words made me flinch all over again. Do it… like yesterday? Insane! How could he even say that with a straight face? I can’t. I really can’t. I’d only endured that unbearable humiliation because I was terrified of that madman Kangho and desperate to avoid penetration—how am I supposed to—? But again, there was no choice.
He tossed the bottle up, almost into the machine, and caught it just before it fell in. At that little performance I panicked and scrambled into action. I hurried to strip off the clothes still clinging stickily to my skin. They stuck to me and refused to come free easily.
I ended up sprawled on the floor, thrashing, until I finally managed to get the shirt and pants off. Once again, I was completely naked. But it felt different. I’d been naked just moments ago, and somehow, standing as a patient before a doctor, the awkwardness hadn’t been so sharp. Now, though…
Thrown bare before a mad scientist as a female specimen—the shame was absolute. But I had to do it. So I steeled myself again and approached him. Hands on the floor, crawling on all fours like an animal… the same way I’d gone to Kangho yesterday.
“Kh…”
The humiliation was so complete that I finally lowered my head just enough to hide the tears. Doing this of my own will—without even force—shattered me mentally. One step… another… I drew closer to him, and he looked down at me with pure satisfaction.
When I reached his knees, I pushed my face between his legs. The smell wasn’t as revolting as I’d expected. Maybe because he was a doctor and a researcher—his groin had a strangely clean scent. Fortunate or not, at least it didn’t make me gag.
At the same time, a strange disappointment flickered through me. That beastly smell I’d gotten from Kangho wasn’t here. Wait. Another weird thought. I really do need that suppressant. I wanted this over with as fast as possible. Right. If it’s clean, then… just close my eyes and do it.
I opened my mouth. I took the zipper of his pants between my teeth and pulled it down. I never imagined I’d actually do something I’d only ever seen in porn. And the moment I leaned in to undo the button with my mouth, a violent impact slammed into my face.
Thwack!
“Aaagh!”
I clutched my face and went sprawling across the floor. Because that bastard had suddenly kicked me square in the face. Why out of nowhere—? As if answering the question, he laughed and said,
“Puhahaha! Holy shit. You’re in the critical stage. At this level you’re basically a full-fledged female already, aren’t you? You actually did it just because I told you to. And with that sweet little look on your face, no less.”
“Y-You told me to do it…”
“Hahaha! Listen up, female specimen. Get a grip. I know the truth. You’re not really a woman—you’re a pathetic middle-aged man who’ll be rounding up to forty any day now. You think I’d actually want that from some guy who just had his junk fall off? Can you not even think that far?”
Those words hit me with a deeper shock still. This bastard… had been mocking me the whole time? He hadn’t truly wanted me to do it—he’d only been testing whether I would? And what? A pathetic middle-aged man about to hit forty? Fine… he wasn’t wrong. But the part that strangely enraged me was something else.
Why talk about me like that so carelessly. You’re the one who named me a female with your own mouth—so why insult the goodwill I was trying to show you? The anger surged until I could barely stand it. But I had to force myself calm. Even I could tell something was off.
What? Why is that the part that made me angry…
My head felt strange again. The judgments and emotions that should have risen in the right situations were tangled and wrong, making a mess of everything. It was hard. I still hadn’t recovered from the shock of yesterday… and now this psychological abuse on top of it was almost more than I could take.
And then, like tossing a coin to a beggar you’d done a good deed for, something dropped in front of me.
Thud.
The pill bottle landed between the legs of my naked, crumpled body. I picked it up with both hands, but my heart was still utterly drained. Did any of this even mean anything? This man who could mock me however he pleased was my lead researcher? The road ahead looked nothing but dark.
And somehow I had the feeling this medicine… wouldn’t be something that ended just by taking it. As if he’d read the thought, he said to me,
“Three months’ worth. One pill a day.”
“When I finish them… will you give me more?”
“That depends on how you behave.”
To me, that sounded like: do something like today’s again, and then maybe I’ll give you more. I was exhausted. I wanted it to stop. So I asked him as respectfully as I could manage.
“Then… may I put my clothes on and leave now?”
“I don’t mind. But… are you sure you’re okay down there?”
He pointed at me with a finger. Looking where he indicated, I grimaced. Between my legs… it was leaking out. Thick fluid. Kangho’s? In a panic I clamped my thighs together and tried to cover myself. Watching me, he started up again as if he’d found a new bit of entertainment.
“Ahh… truly pathetic. Must have felt really good, huh? Carrying all that around and dripping it everywhere.”
“It’s not like that… Ahh—”
I tried to block it with my hand, but I brushed myself by accident and a moan slipped out. A complete mess from every angle. Looking at me, he spoke as if offering some malicious kindness.
“Can’t be helped. You don’t even know how to deal with that, do you? So I’ll help.”
“What? What do you—”
“Get on the exam table, face down, and spread your legs. I’ll pull out whatever’s still left inside.”
“N-No, there’s no need. I can handle it myself…”
At my words he smirked and said, sadistically,
“I’ll say it again—I don’t care. If you get pregnant, you’ll just become an even more interesting specimen. You fine with that?”
The words hit me as pure fear. Pre…gnant? It was probably a safe day. But… I couldn’t know for sure. So I had to take every precaution I could. I rose, lay face-down on the exam table, spread my legs toward him, and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Even if it feels alien, just bear with it.”
“Augh—!”
Something truly grotesque pushed into me. It suctioned and contracted, erasing the traces of another man still left inside. Through that process that drove me half mad, I had no choice but to bite the back of my hand and thrash, holding back sobs. Honestly… it had been far too long a day.