Chapter 5: Resolution
Daisy/David walks with newfound sissy confidence down the street of her hometown, she is wearing a pair of white fishnet tights, pink ruffled bloomer short shorts, pink mary jane flats and a matching pink crop top. Her growing breasts are perfectly supported by the top and her swolen pregnant sissy belly is on full display. Daisy has never felt more attractive as she walked to Madame Prettykins' shop, her head held high.
She feels so feminine and soft, her hips swaying back and forth on purpose, her new belly bump leading the way.
As she entered the shop, the bell above the door chimed, announcing her presence. Madame Prettykins looked up from behind the counter, her eyes lighting up when she saw Daisy.
"Well hello there, beautiful!" Madame Prettykins exclaimed, with a warm and inviting smile on her face.
"Bonjour Madame!" Daisy responds promptly and cheerfully and followed her response with a deep curtsey. "How do you do Madame?" A calm washed over Daisy as she greeted the woman who brought her into her new life.
Madame Prettykins had been a friend, a therapist and now Daisy's mentor in this new world of debauchery and indulgence."
"Madame, it has been too long. I trust all is well with your business, my dear?" Daisy said, smiling impishly as she looked around the shop, admiring the new wares.
"Oh, you know me, Daisy - always making waves, never satisfied with the ordinary." She winked at Daisy and gestured to the back of the store.
"If you're gonna join the dark side, you might as well commit. Follow me."
Daisy's heart raced as she hesitantly trailed after Madame Prettykins, her mind buzzing with questions and nerves. The taste of the nasty cock still lingered on her lips, and the memory of being used and degraded was lodged firmly in her brain. She felt a strange sense of excitement and fear, wondering if this was really the path she wanted to follow.
Madame Prettykins led her into a dimly lit room at the back of the store. It was a small, cozy space, normally the walls were covered in crushed velvet and there would be plush satin and velvet chairs and couches and ottomans and pillows. But that had all been replaced by what could only be described as a gynecologist's examination chair complete with the requisite stirrups. There were several machines surrounding the chair as well but Daisy didn't know what they were or what their purpose was.
Daisy felt her pulse racing as she looked around, her eyes landing on the chair in the center of the chamber. Madame motioned for her to take a seat and to place her feet in the stirrups, but nor before stripping down completely first. David/Daisy did as she was instructed, feeling her heartbeat grow louder in her ears as she waited.
It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door.
Madame Prettykins stood up and sashayed over to answer it, revealing a tall man with a devilish smile. He was dressed in a fine suit, his hair slicked back, and his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Ah, welcome," Madame Prettykins greeted, gesturing him inside. "This is our newest member, Daisy."
The man's gaze fell upon David/Daisy, taking in her full figure and nakedness. His eyes widened with lust seeing the pregnant sissy.
"Hello Daisy, I am Doctor Hastings, I am sure you know why I am here?" the tall man asked, introducing himself with an air of authority.
Daisy/David swallowed nervously, unsure of how to respond.
"Y-yes, I know." she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Dr Hastings raised an eyebrow, the mysterious smirk still planted on his lips. He stepped closer to Daisy/David, his shadow looming over her.
"Good, then let us begin." He said, reaching for his medical bag beside him.
"First things first, we need to examine your beautiful body, to ensure that it's in perfect condition and suitable for further activities."
Daisy felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke, his voice deep and commanding. She couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal wash over her at the thought of what those further activities might entail.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Doctor Hastings nodded, and began to perform a thorough examination.
His hands were cool on Daisy's skin as he palpated her belly, checking for any signs of complications. He asked her questions about her pregnancy, about her symptoms and how she was feeling.
Daisy answered him honestly, letting him know about the strange after-effects she had been experiencing in the past two weeks. The tingling feeling of nipples and stomach, the fact that she had been getting sick on waking up and her increasing concern about what was happening with her body.
She knew she couldn't be pregnant, sissies couldn't have babies, but the possibility of being knocked up by one of Madame Prettykins' stable of studs had her imagination running wild with nasty images.
"Are you okay?" Dr. Hastings asked Daisy as he continued to examine her body. "You seem a little distracted."
Daisy shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I was just thinking about some things," she replied in a shaky voice.
"Like the fact that I've been feeling... different lately. Like i mean .... sissies cant get pregnant, but my breasts have been feeling sore. And I've been feeling... hungry all the time, and my belly and ankles have been getting swolen ..... and i have this strange pain in my sissy ovaries (their testicles that are currently locked in the chastity cage Madame Prettykins locked her in at the end of her first night)."
"Hmm," Dr. Hastings said, his eyes narrowing as he continued his examination. "Well actually sissies CAN become pregnant but only in very special cases and only when bred by another transwoman .... it wasn't one of Madame's bulls that knocked you up my sweet sissy, it was Mistress Scarlett." He says in a kind but matter of fact tone. "Madame Prettykins, you said she is your newest sissy, so this is obviously your first sissy pregnancy, and for the record that pain in your sissy ovaries is them being held in place where they currently are, Madame Prettykins I recommend immediately removing this oh so cute chastity cage immediately so our little sissy's ovaries can take their proper place up inside her." Dr. Hastings said in an assertive but soothing tone.
David/Daisy felt her eyes widen as the realization sunk in, and she felt a surge of panic rising up inside of her.
"I-I can't be pregnant! I'm a guy! Only genetic women can become pregnant," David/Daisy stammered frantically.
Dr. Hastings chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That's where you're wrong, my dear Daisy.
Sissies are the new norm," Dr. Hastings said, his tone taking on a darker edge. "In the right circumstances, sissies can absolutely carry a child, and there are plenty of Pregnant Sissy Desires out there looking for someone to share their experience with."
Daisy/David's eyes widened, her mind racing as she struggled to understand what was happening. She was a guy, and yet here she was, pregnant with another man's child.