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sandyca5tle · 6 months ago

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Monster - Slime HRT Story

This story takes place just after the 24 month mark of Slime HRT ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I bounced down the street listening to my music, enjoying the euphoria of my gooey humanoid form jiggling along to my movement, along with the feeling of the vibrations from the earphones currently stuck in the slime of my ‘ears’ (which ofc were nothing more than aesthetic, slimes don’t need ears) rippling through my ‘head’.

It had been a little strange getting used to that, as well as managing not to damage the earphones which were designed for human, or at least less liquid, users, but I had managed to find a point where they were both safe and functioning, so I could listen to music on the go. I’d actually had a similar issue with my headset at home, but that had been slightly easier to find the balance on.

Eventually, I arrived at the bus stop and sat down to wait for the bus to arrive - I had to arrive early otherwise there was a good chance the bus, with nowhere to wait, would just leave if it came early. This of course meant that I usually ended up waiting twice as long, as the bus was more often late than not, but I couldn’t chance it.

While idly listening to my music, bouncing my leg to the beat and drumming on my slime, I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over, seeing a small kid wielding a sword coming right towards me with an excited look on his face. Figuring I was about to be bombarded with questions, I paused my music (I didn’t have to take my earphones out anymore thanks to being able to hear from any part of my body), bracing for his arrival.

“Whoaaaaa, what are you?” He asked, his eyes wide with awe scanning over my body

“I’m a slime,” I replied to him, feeling a small buzz of euphoria at declaring it so nonchalantly

“Oh! Like one of those monsters in games!?” He replied

“Yes, kinda,” I replied. The word ‘monster’ was so loaded, but honestly I’d come to like it, it worked as a descriptor, and after all, slimes were frequently called monsters, so i guess it fit, and the way this kid said it, more as a description than anything else, I couldn’t help but agree with him “Although I’m a bit bigger,” I added with a smile and a wink

I saw some more movement and looked up to see a woman, slightly frazzled after clearly having chased after what I presumed was her son, approaching the pair of us. My assumption confirmed when the little boy turned to the woman and spoke to her

“Mummy look! It’s a slime monster lady, like from Sam’s video games!” He announced to her, all the words he’d used for me stirring feelings in my core.

The woman quickly looked me over as she began to reply “You can’t just call people ‘monsters’ just because they look different!”

“I know! But she really is a monster, she said so herself!!” The kid replied, and I had to smile as I spoke to hopefully save the kid a scolding

“It’s fine, really, I don’t mind,” I told her

“See!” The boy said triumphantly, and I threw the mother a small apologetic look, a vindicated kid could be a bit of a handful

“Still, we should get going, no need to bother the lady any more than you already have,” The mother told him, half trying to push him along. I waved my hand to show it really was no bother, before waving the pair off, receiving a happy wave back from the kid.

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Fortunately it hadn’t taken much longer for the bus to arrive, and I’d paid my fare and taken my seat and just semi-zoned out, enjoying my music as the bus drove along. I did notice that the bus was slowly filling up, with the pairs of seats that had once had only one person on it now being shared by strangers. I was fortunate enough that people seemed to favour the other seats over the one next to me. I knew part of it was because many people didn’t want to sit next to ‘someone like me’ but honestly at this moment in time that was playing to my advantage, so I decided no to worry about it too much.

What I did have to worry about came after, when a pair of guys, a little younger than me, but not far off, hopped on the bus. I quickly looked around and realised that there were only a couple free seats on the bus, so I’d likely end up with one of them next to me. That was fine, mostly, just meant awkwardly keeping to myself and making sure I didn’t get goo or anything on him by accident. I also made sure to reduce and draw away my acid, a skill I’d gotten good at and was particularly useful in situations like these.

I looked back over to them, seeing them standing next to my pair of seats, talking between each other. Normally, or moreso ‘for a human’, they likely wouldn’t have been able to hear the conversation over the music blaring from the earphones, however I, as a slime, was able to hear from any part of my body, so could easily pick up their conversation.

“There’s nowhere where we can sit together,” One of them said

“There’s two seats right here!” The other pointed out, gesturing to pair of seats of which one I currently occupied causing me to frown at his assessment

The first guy's voice grew quieter, but not quiet enough for me not to be able to hear him “Can’t you see there's one of those- those things there!?” He said, surprisingly unsubtly pointing at me, his tone a mix of fear and disgust

“So what? They’re all animals and monsters, they don’t deserve a seat!” The second guy pointed out, not making any attempt to obscure his words or his hate. There was that word again; ‘monster’ this time, instead of something descriptive and fitting, it felt like a knife jabbing at me (not that knives really hurt anymore, but the point remains the same).

Ruminating on this, I had taken my attention off the two boys, only turning my attention back when I caught movement out the corner of my eye. What I had thought/hoped would be one of them simply accepting their ‘poor luck’ of having to sit next to me, was in fact one of them falling towards me. Reflexively I moved out of the way, by body deforming and moving around my clothes so as not to have the human end up inside of me, leaving me as a somewhat-web of goo clinging to parts of the bus above the seat where I had once been sitting, and now the guy who has first spoken now lay. My clothes had either fallen to the floor, or been caught in the me-web and I frowned at having lost them. I shifted my attention to look at the other guy, figuring he’d pushed the first, glaring at him, my head having remained intact from my movement

“What was that for!” I yelled at him, quickly seeing the rest of the bus that wasn’t already looking our way swivel to look at us, at me, realising how loud I’d yelled

“What?” The standing guy replied “My friend needed a seat, and you were taking up a perfectly good one,”

I looked at him, incredulous “What do you mean ‘taking up’! I have every right to be here!” I retorted, trying to remain quiet, but his comments from before combined with his actions had ticked me off a little

“You have no rights! You’re a monster!” The boy who had been pushed retorted, glaring at me from the seat I had vacated. Again the word that had once seemed so right stung like acid.

I wanted to retort, but I knew that the current state of non-human rights, especially those of species who did not exist, was tenuous at best, so I actually didn’t know if I had any rights, and didn’t want to push it here

“Can you all be quiet!” A call from the front of the bus came “No distracting the driver,” He said “You, whatever you are-,” I realised he was addressing me- “Find another seat or stand, but stop gumming up my bus,” He instructed “And you two shut up and sit down,”

I saw a smirk from the pushing asshole, who now took the seat beside his friend, and I wanted to leap at him, but held myself back from doing so. I looked down at the clothes that had fallen to the floor, now at the feet of the first guy, who then kicked them under the chair in front of him. I frowned, but didn’t want to cause more of a ruckus than I had, so I left them, extending tendrils to pull myself around the bus to a spare seat. I forewent my humanoid form in lieu of clothes, and simply assuming the form of a small ball and planting myself on the seat next to what seemed to be a middle aged man, who eyed me cautiously before looking away once I caught his eye. I let out a pseudo-sigh, irritated a little at my inability to do so, missing the relief it often provided, but simply reached for my phone instead - only to realise it had been in the clothes I had had to abandon at my previous seat. I cursed angrily but silently to myself, my anger only quelled by the realisation that my (fortunately wireless) earphones had remained inside me, and were still connected, so I could at least enjoy my music.

I spent the rest of the ride quietly fuming, bubbles forming inside my body and popping at the top of me, my gaze constantly falling to the pair of boys, who I caught looking back at me once or twice, usually with smug and disgusted looks. In a small ray of fortune, they got off before I did, and so when it was my turn I was able to recover my clothes and phone without issue. Carrying them in tendrils as I left, I tried to ignore all the stares from the passengers as I moved down the aisle, mumbling an automatic thank you to the driver, before hopping off the bus.

Once the bus left, I took a moment to retake my humanoid form, slipping on my clothes again as I did so. A ball of slime carrying clothes would get more attention than I normally would and I did not want more of that today. It also meant I didn’t have to carry them, which was more convenient. My anger still simmering, I headed home to finally seek sanctuary from the human world. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

First side/bonus story I've written (alone) for Slime HRT, hope y'all'll like it! Slime HRT First - Prev - Next Tag List Below Cut

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scrubbinn · 3 months ago

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Mimic Memoirs: Walk with me

HRT month 23

The streets of Hyper city

Picking up Erian from a halloween party

The city lights had long since dimmed. Halloween had passed hours ago, and now Dr. Theodore Hans Erian was walking back home in the empty streets well past four in the morning. His form and general mood would tell anyone that he was completely wasted on alcohol.

A small round car rolled up slowly behind the doctor. Trying to keep pace with the erratic rhythm of a man who clearly had none, even when sober.

“Theo. Buddy.” Mayday called out in a tone that would normally be perceived as irritated, “could have sworn you said you’d wait at THEMS for me to pick you up. Why didn’t you wait?”

Theo shouted back in a boozy breath, “Ms. Maymay! How wonderful to see you here! The night is young. What is on the schedule?”

“The schedule says we’re getting you home, you lousy loon. Seriously, I can’t believe you decided to bring a whole bottle of gin with you to a halloween party. IN A CARE CENTER OF ALL PLACES!!” She said, trying not to wake the whole neighborhood.

Mayday pushed open the car door in the back and dragged Erian into it. She let out a sigh as she confirmed no one was watching and mistaking this for a kidnapping.

She scowled at him. “Fine, whatever. I am too tired for this. What was your address again? 350 something street. Ugh, forgot it’s like half an hour away. Ok, well, just make sure you’re comfortable. Don’t spill anything in my car, or I’m making you pay for a new one.”

“Well if it makes you feel any more comfortable. It was a travel sized bottle.” He spoke with the certainty that this would make Mayday happier to hear.

Erian began to mutter. “No, not the needles…”

The small round clunky car puttered out onto the empty streets. The lights of the city streamed into the car like flowing water in slow motion. The sounds of the city were barely present with only the hum of the engine to keep the two company. Soon, the street lights grew dimmer as the apartments and offices disappeared. Eventually, the number of street lights were equaled by the number of trees. It had already been 15 minutes before something caught her attention.

She called to him, “Theo? Are you asleep?”

Erian muttered again “look out Mayday… I'll save the… snore”

An eye peered from the back of her neck. She saw his face smooshed against the car window and completely conked out. Mayday briefly thought about recording this. Her boss, drunk and asleep. Arguably one of the most important people in Hyper city, having a bad dream.

She couldn't help but smile. “Thanks for the save, I owe you one.”

“You have to go now…”

Mayday froze for a second. “I'm sorry, what did you say there boss?”

“...go now, I don't want… look at you.” Erian's mutterings grew fainter, turning into light snores.

Mayday’s grip on the wheel grew tighter. “Mood killer,” she said.

The suburbs of Hyper city were dark. Barely a single light remained on. Anyone from a world that had halloween had already snuffed out their pumpkin's flames. The only motion was the cold winds blowing winter inward. Every so often, it howled off of knot holes and windows. It was oddly calming tonight. The screaming cold winds made it too loud for Mayday to get stuck in her thoughts. It should feel moody and frightening. Instead, it was just peaceful.

“No, no, no, no!!!” Mayday screamed as she rushed out to check the damages.

Suddenly, the car's engine began to sputter. Smoke rose from the hood as the car slowly came to a stop.

He cleared his throat and spoke confidently. “Allow me, Ms. Mulberry. It may have been a long time ago, but I know a thing or two about motor vehicles.

Erian, now awake from the smell and the shouts, tried to get a bearing of his surroundings. He saw the hood pulled up and decided to follow. His assistant, fanning away smoke as she stared in horror, clearly unfamiliar enough with cars to have no idea where to start.

She looks at him with suspicion. “Look I appreciate your help, but I don't trust a drunk to fix my car.”

“Oh, you can see the damage right here. It looks like you have a gas leak. I know a good temporary fix,” he said as he ignored her. “This will just take…”

He spent the next few minutes attempting to keep his hands steady, holding out a scrap of cloth. Eventually, Mayday had to tie it around the leaky tube herself.

“Ah, perfect. Just another nugget of wisdom for you,” he said. “Now that will hold for a day. Do you have a spare tank?”

“This isn't a minivan, I don't pack spare gas in my car. I'll have to push it to the nearest station.”

“You steer. No offense, but I think you're a little too old for this sort of manual labor,” she smirked.

“I'll help you push Ms. Mulb-waugh!” Erian was cut off as Mayday gently pushed him into the driver seat.

He fought back, “I'll have you know these gray hairs are from stress, not age.”

Her smug aura grew even more at that comment. Retorting, “That's sad. Guess you can relax in the car seat as you steer. Have fun Dr. Drunk driver.”

“So… How was your party?” He spoke.

The car slowly trotted along the road. Erian stuck inside, keeping the vehicle moving straight ahead. After a time of awkward silence, he rolled down the window.

“After you ignored my warnings and nearly got yourself killed. I warned you about using that book. But no one listens to the trained professionals!” He shouted.

Mayday grunted out each sentence in time with a step. “Eh, it was ok. Met some friends again. We got to chat for a while. They helped clean up. Honestly though. I hate parties. I just needed to be around people. After. You know.”

Mayday made note that Erian doesn't seem to have a filter when under the influence.

“Sorry. You were right. It was a dumb idea. You get one win.” she said.

He turned to look at her with fire in his eyes. “I deserve a hundred. Do you know the effort I put into my life's work?! I'm the best doctor ever! And no bone headed patient or government official is going to take me down!”

Mayday can't help but smile at his own bone headed statements. He's allowed a little bit of pride.

“How do you do it boss?” she asked

He thought about it for a bit before responding. “Well first a witch will find you.”

She blinked. “What? No. I mean, how do you get proactive in a community? I want to know how you make such a big impact on the world. My friends, the people at the party. They're active, they make changes they want to see, they don't run in fear, and they stand and fight. They impact the whole world with a single step forward. I've only gone backwards.”

Erian let out a loud sigh and mumbled to himself, “What a time to start sobering up.”

He gently pressed down on the brake pedal and stepped out of the car. He stared at Mayday for a few seconds, thinking of the words to give her.

At last he spoke, “I'll help push, I know you can steer and push at the same time.”

He took off his lab coat and placed it on Mayday's shoulders. It barely had any effect on the frigid night, but it was a nice gesture regardless, and despite her protests, the extra muscle helped move the car along faster, even if Mayday could tell she was still putting in most of the work.

Mayday couldn’t help but stare at him in confusion. “What fortune cookie did you steal that ridiculous thing from?”

Eventually, the two made it to the gas station, and Mayday started pumping gas into the tank. Erian walked out of the store with a bag of doughnuts and other assortments. The coffee stains in his mustache showed he was fully sober at this point.

“You know what, Ms. Mulberry, I gave some thought to your question. I think you're undervaluing yourself a bit. Often, we hear about the exploits of others and think very little of our own deeds. Sometimes, a simple kind gesture is all you need. Just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean your words haven’t saved others. Small kindnesses are what let your friends do big things.” He spoke with certainty as he handed Mayday a pack of heat pads.

“I’m offering you the sage advice of experience! You should be grateful!” He barked.

“Ah, there’s the Erian I know.”

The sun had started to rise as light reflected off the metal signs of the gas station. Cutting clear blue sky throughout the scenery.

Erian bit into one of his doughnuts and, after some grumbles, decided to reply, “Well if you must know. I learned that sort of thing from all of you. You don’t spend your best years helping a group like yours without having some understanding rub off on you.”

The ground was all Mayday could look at in response to his words. “I’ll… I think I’ll keep what you told me under consideration for now.

He stared longingly into the distance. “Now then, I think I can manage a walk back home from here. Give me a call if anything comes up at the clinic today. I might be asleep, though.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say? You think I’m letting you just take a day off when I spent an hour searching for you to begin with? My car is busted. I deserve the day off. If I don't see you in that building in four hours, I will end you,” she spoke calmly.

Mayday looked at him with a smile across her face, now with a better understanding of her boss.

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Erian smiled as he walked off into the sunrise. And then proceeded to walk faster as Mayday gave chase. Confident that everything would be ok, and that he could lose her in the suburbs eventually.

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diamondshapedcat · 3 months ago

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Unicorn HRT Diary - Month 0

I remember the first time I saw an animal person in the flesh. She was a bunny girl biker decked out in leathers who had decided to fill up here in the absolute middle of nowhere hole that I had the misfortune to be born into. I couldn't believe it as I was running on empty at the end of a very lifeless night shift manning the gas pumps for the few trucks that still bothered to pass my town. Was it 3 or 4am? I can't remember the time but I will never ever forget her. She was in my life for about five minutes but she saw how I looked at her and gave a look back, like she knew something about me that I didn't. It took me 6 months to realise why. I don't know you bunny girl but thank you for showing me the way and giving me a reason to live.

So that brings us to today and who I am. I am Tamara (She/her) and I am a unicorn. Well not yet but I want to be and I can't wait! There's a box waiting on my bed full of medicine that will shape me into who I am inside. Part of me wants to swallow it all at once but I have to restrain myself and make it last. It was hell trying to get this and I never want to go through it all again.

I live in a small dying town out by the mountains. Other than the old mine which shut down on my birthday there's nothing keeping this place alive. I am living in a walking corpse of a town and I hate it here. All my friends from school, all the smart cool people left the first chance they got. It's like they could smell decay in the air and bolted. Only drug addicts and drunkards left behind still live here without hope of anything better. If I hadn't suffered that lung infection that kept me away from school for a year I might have been able to escape too. Instead all I can do is work the night shift at the gas station and hope I don't get mugged on the way back home.

I've always wished I could just get away and run free through green fields forever like an animal. I can't believe that wish is about to come true. All those questions, the struggles to prove that I need this and the endless forms I had to fill in, all so I could get my hands on the pills that will save my life.

I'm going to take my first dose tonight!

Next part here

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So that's part one done in what will hopefully become an interesting tale of exploration and liberation. It's been a while since I had the urge to write stories and seeing the animal hrt comics has inspired me to start again. Just so we are clear I'm not a therian or otherkin so forgive me if I get things wrong sometimes. I just wanted to have a bit of fun creating a story around an fascinating concept.

Shoutout to @ayviedoesthings and all the others who have added to the wonderful animal hrt world!

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tigergirltail · 9 months ago

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TIGER HRT CHAPTER 4 - MONTH 3 - GROWING PAINS

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Everything hurts.

I started noticing it about two weeks after my first dose. It felt like a dull headache at first, but over the next month it spread to pretty much my entire body.

I had to start working from home, and eventually it got bad enough that I could only put in a few hours of work each day. My boss is a reasonable enough guy, but he wasn't going to pay a full time salary for part time hours, so I had to take a salary cut.

Luckily, my partner is around to take care of daily errands, not to mention being there to reassure and comfort me when the pain gets bad. They've been thinking about seeing if Lindwurm HRT is a thing, but they don't want to get the process started until I'm in the clear and can take care of myself again.

Gods I love them.

The reason the pain is happening, as best I can tell, is that my skeletal structure is already changing. I've gotten at least an inch taller, and my face has been reshaping into a feline muzzle. My teeth are getting sharper, and I'm developing proper fangs. I also noticed a little while ago that my fingernails and toenails had receded into their respective digits, which sucks for two reasons - I can't paint fingernails I don't have, and they are sore as HELL when I put any amount of pressure on them. I have to be REALLY careful with how I type to not inflict agony on myself. I'm also feeling my tail growing in, and even if it hurts, it's euphoric as HELL. A tail was always the part I wanted most out of this.

It's weird, the skeletal changes weren't supposed to happen this early. I've been trying to reach Dr. Erian about it, but he's constantly busy, probably because of the sudden surge of people looking for Humanity Removal Therapy.

Other than that, I've been getting areas of white and black fur coming in - mostly on my arms and legs, but a little bit on my face and ears - ears that are gradually reshaping and migrating. Nothing to report on hearing sensitivity, but I think my night vision is getting better.

I did a little bit of looking around for anyone with similar pain experiences. I got my hopes up when I found a girl, Antonina, who had a painful experience with Cat HRT, but it turns out it's because she took the rumoured Fifteen Minute version. She described the pain as "like bathing in an active volcano".

It leaves me wondering whether I would have preferred a 15-minute lava bath over a months-long full-body headache.

I ended up reaching out to her anyway, just because I wanted to know what I was in for in the endgame and feline HRT is rarer than I thought it would be. Sounds like the prey drive is the real deal - she keeps feeling the urge to bite this one girl who's on mouse HRT.

We've been spending some time comparing notes and getting to know each other. It's nice to know someone else who's going through this thing, even if our experiences aren't exactly one-to-one.

I also talked to my mother for the first time in nearly a year. I went No Contact with her a while back because she was only getting more obnoxious and combative about me being trans, but I figured changing my species is a big enough deal that I should keep her in the loop.

Besides, my savings had nearly dried up and I needed to ask her for money.

It… did not go well. She hadn't heard of therian HRT before, and once I explained it, she started panicking about how I'm "mutilating my body" with "untested treatments". I think I also heard her cry something about how her "son" is "killing himself", which is just multiple layers of insensitive.

At least she sent me some money. Hopefully it'll be enough to last until my transformation stops being agonizing and I can go back to work, and then I can go right back to pretending my family doesn't exist.

At roughly the three-month mark, I have a check-in video call with Dr. Erian. From the moment his face appears on screen, though, I can tell something is wrong. He seems… older, somehow.

"Hello, Miss Alexis.", he offers. He sounds tired. Sorrowful, even.

"Hey, doc." I have to ask about it. "Everything okay? You seem a bit tired."

"Nothing to worry about Miss Alexis, just the ordinary stresses of daily life."

Liar. I know I'm not entitled to details of your personal life, much less your professional secrets, but I know when something is eating at someone.

"…Does the word 'crossroads' mean anything to you, Miss Alexis?"

Huh? That came a bit out of left field. "I've… heard some other therian HRT patients use the term, but I don't know much of the details. Something about a point of no return?"

"Something of the sort." He lowers his head and seems to go from sorrowful to downright grim. "There will come a time, Miss Alexis, when you will have to make a very important decision in your care, and I ask that you do so with great consideration for the consequences."

I recoil a little in my seat. "Yeah… Of course I will. Any decision I make, even reaching out to you in the first place, I don't take it lightly."

"Good… That's good." His demeanor shifts back to his stoic, clinical self. I don't know what just happened, but he went somewhere for a moment there.

"Now then, I did receive your messages, I apologize for not getting back to you. You mentioned you were experiencing persistent and debilitating whole-body soreness?"

"Yeah. I can't even leave the apartment most days, it hurts so much."

"Odd… You are taking the treatment as directed, yes?"

"Of course. One tablespoon a week, just like it says on the bottle."

I see his eyes twitch behind his glasses. Did I say something wrong?

"…Teaspoon."

I cock my head to the side. "Say again?"

"You mean one TEASPOON a week, yes?"

I feel my heart sink. The dark smear on the dosage information… I could have sworn it said '1 tbsp/week'.

"…Could you hold on a second please?" I mute the mic and call out to my partner to bring the bottle of tiger HRT over. When they do, I unmute and hold it up to the webcam. I hear Dr. Erian take a sharp intake of breath as he notices the obscured instructions.

I set the bottle aside and the two of us share an awkward silence.

"So…", I begin. "…How bad is it?"

"The good news", he offers slowly, "is that you have only been taking three times the prescribed dose. An increased dose imbalances the growth rate of the different parts of your body, hence your pain and persistent weakness, but it could have been much worse."

I think back to the so-called Fifteen Minute version, and Antonina's description of it - like bathing in an active volcano.

Dr. Erian continues. "Assuming you return to a CORRECT dose, your growth rates will gradually level out over the course of the next month or so. It is my medical opinion that you should maintain a low-activity lifestyle until then, but you will eventually be able to return to your typical activity level, and you will also find that the physical effects become more… consistent."

"That's… reassuring. Thank you, doctor." I pause. Something I noticed a little while ago has been weighing on my mind. "There's one thing, though - do the treatments have… I guess you'd call them restorative or regenerative effects? I've noticed some old wounds aren't there anymore."

The doctor clicks his pen and brings up his notepad. "Interesting. Do go on, Miss Alexis."

"Well… I used to get lower back pain from a car crash injury I got a little over a year ago, but I haven't noticed it at all lately. Pretty much the only part that DOESN'T hurt… There also used to be some marks on my arm from a cat biting me when I was little." I give a slight smile. "The cat's name was Tiger, go figure."

Dr. Erian is writing the whole time I'm talking. "Yes, that is to be expected. Minor persistent injuries will fade over time as your body re-forms itself to a new baseline, even severe chronic symptoms may fade. If there are no other concerns…"

"Just one… Most of the other therian HRT patients I've talked to have gotten their meds as pills, so what's with the potion bottle?"

Dr. Erian pauses, and adjusts his glasses nervously, as if he's been caught out on something he doesn't want to admit to. "Well… advances in the field are occurring rapidly, and you are one of the more recent patients, so a more… streamlined option was available to you. I took the liberty of choosing the most compatible option based on your medical records, and that bottle is it."

"Okay… But what's IN it?"

"The active ingredients are antihominidone, which is your humanity-blocker, and a specialized formula of felistrogen, infused with white tiger genetic material. The rest of the fluid is a suspension used to dilute the effects, without which you would be looking at a short, but excruciating and potentially lethal process."

The Fifteen Minute version, I think to myself. I'm taking diluted Fifteen Minute meds. There's no WAY this isn't experimental, and I'M the experiment. I despise saying it, but maybe my mother was right to worry.

"But I'm afraid I really do have to go, Miss Alexis, my next appointment is waiting."

"G-gotcha. See ya, doctor."

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Special thanks to @paintedbytosia for letting me write her in, and shoutout to @megamoonerjenny for coming up with 'antihominidone'

#trans #transgender #transwoman #tiger hrt #therian hrt #furry hrt #animal hrt #trans artist #queer artist #my art

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