i just want to walk home from the casino one night, high off of one or two too many edibles and sore from losing a little too much money. i'm moving slower than normal, not as alert as i need to be. it's late, around two-thirty-ish in the morning, and there's not really anyone around. there's a super steep hill that i have to slowly slog my way up in order to get to my apartment building at the top. the area is not well lit and it's pretty empty for a pretty huge stretch, so there's not a lot of chance at traffic. as i'm about halfway there, struggling because of the edibles, a cop car pulls in next to me and catch my attention. the cop wants to know my name, what i'm doing, and shines his light in my eyes. he does his whole thing, basically harassing and bullying me. he's talking fast and my drug hazed brain can't fully keep up with everything and he knows it. he's intentionally playing into the fact that i'm high out of my mind in order to manipulate me. he eventually pushes me against his car and pins my hands behind my back, handcuffing me. my head spins as i'm then forced to my knees and forced to suck his cock. he taunts me, growling insults at me as he grips my hair and fucks my face. as i'm seeing spots and losing track of the world around me, he suddenly pulls me up by my hair and positions me. as my dress is pulled up and my panties cut off, my heart pounds in realization of what he was about to do. yet it wasn't fear that rushes through me, but arousal. wetness gushes from between my thighs and he pushes into my tight hole with ease, groaning into my ear about what a whore i am. about how i clearly wanted this from the start. look at how wet i am. i can't respond. my mind has completely short circuited at the clash of mental objection but intense physical pleasure. it only takes a few deep forceful thrusts before i hit my first orgasm, mind shattering completely. i lose count at how many more times he makes me cum for him before he finally shoves himself fully within me and cums into my unprotected womb. i cry out, shuddering at the sensation. he calls me a good little rapetoy as he pulls out of me. he drives me the rest of the way to my apartment and personally escorts me to my door to make sure that i get home safely. i think.

doctor who makes you talk about your dysphoria, what you feel dysphoric about and why, and while you're talking he starks to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy, rub your clit, pinch your nipples. If you can keep talking and not whimper or moan or clench around his fingers, congrats! you get to transition! but if your breath so much as hitches in your throat, he'll prescribe you plenty of prenatal vitamins for the baby he gets to pump in you