Press Your Luck 12

Harlow sat in the examination room of his, or Lucy’s, new doctor as he waited nervously. His five inch heel did just reach the bottom step while his right leg he held on his thigh above his knee and nervously bounced his foot up and down. Valerie smiled as she watched the display Harlow was presenting. Normally she would chastise him for sitting inappropriately but he didn’t come off as masculine in his leather skirt, sheer lace top, and his breasts bouncing with every shake of his foot. Valerie returned to her phone as she typed in more notes and theories she had been drawing since she started pushing Harlow. She had a few theories currently that she wanted to see how they would play out with a little pushing. In psychology you’re not supposed to just tell your patients the answer, for one you could be wrong as well, but also that would disrupt the entirety of self-discovery. But certain patients needed more of a push in the right direction. Especially those in denial like Harlow.

Harlow rolled his eyes, Valerie was on her phone yet again. Probably texting some guy on tinder or playing some stupid game where you crushed candies. Sometimes he envied her, she didn’t have a care in the world or a thought in her pretty little head and she still got ahead. ‘It must be nice.’

There was a small knock on the door that called their attention before the doctor opened the door. The doctor stood at 5’10 and wore the traditional white lab coat loosely over a t-shirt and blue jeans. Harlow stared at the man’s pants as he brought his foot down. He never thought he’d find himself missing something as simple as a pair of blue jeans.

“Ms. Lucy…Hole?” He raised an eyebrow seeing the sexy redhead staring at his crotch.

Harlow groaned silently, he knew he should’ve been more specific with that stupid clerk, “It’s prounced like pool.” He had no way of knowing if that was true or not but he was stuck with this stupid last name for now so he was going to make the best of it in the meantime. "I like your pants." He lied, hoping to give some explanation to why he was staring at another man's pants.

Valerie giggled, “Loose hole.”

“Shut up.” Lucy giggled back.

The doctor rolled his eyes. ‘Great, another porn star wannabe.’ You would think the good doctor would be excited to see someone as sexy as Lucy begging for his skilled aid, but he knew how the route this was going to go and every time it ended with blue balls. “I’m Dr.Murphy, I understand you’re in a bit of pain?”

“I-I am.” Harlow stuttered. He hated doctors! “I was, um…sh-shopping, and, like, ya know, I twisted m-my ankle.”

Dr.Murphy looked at the five inch red gladiator strap heels, “I’m not surprised.” He said as he pulled up the small rolling chair and lifted Harlow’s foot. “Do you mind if I take this off?”

“Y-yes. I mean. No. I mean, like…sure.”

“Ms. Hole, are you okay?”

“I um…well…”

“She has a thing for doctors.” Valerie took Harlow’s hesitance as a chance to interject.

“Excuse me?” He asked, already having an idea what she meant. Judging by the daggers the sexy woman stared into her friend he wasn’t far off on his guess either.

“Yeah, she thinks doctors are hot.” Val waved it off as if it was no big deal.

“I do not!” Harlow hissed.

“Then is there something else bothering you?” Murphy covered his smile. Her blush told him her busty friend was right but he enjoyed being able to pay back some of the torment girls like her made him feel over the years. “Would you like me to call in one of my female nurses to assist in your examination?”

Harlow burned red, he didn’t want to tell this man he was afraid of him simply because he was a doctor, he’d just laugh him off …but the longer he searched for an answer the less of a believable lie he could come up with. And having yet another woman see him dressed up like some slutty bimbo wasn’t something he wanted to do yet again. “I…um…n-no.” he finally stamarred out with a small giggle.

“Told you.” Valerie giggled.

“Shut up.” Harlow burned.

“Then, if there’s nothing else, are you alright if I continue?”

“Y-yes.” he said softly. With his breathy voice he sounded like a woman on the edge of ecstasy.

Dr.Murphy continued slowly, enjoying the sound of Lucy breathing heavily as he slipped her foot free of the strappy heels.

Valerie enjoyed watching the show. Many times doctors had written her pain and illnesses off as simply wanting attention or worse. And while she wouldn’t wish an experience on another woman, it was funny to see a sexist pig like Harlow being on the receiving end of such treatment was cathartic.

Checking Harlow’s foot for range and mobility he found slight stiffness, certainly nothing that should impede walking. “Can you stand on it?”

Harlow nodded, “A-a little. Like, it hurt…it hurts less in heels.” he blushed. He hated having to admit that the damnable heels helped him at all, especially in front of Valerie.

“Can you show me?” Harlow nodded and stepped down from the small table with his heeled foot first. Valerie had to give him credit for being able to balance so well on a single heel after just a week. Harlow went to put his foot back into the heel that was just removed, wondering why the doctor wanted to see him walk in them. “No Ms Hole, without your shoe.”

“Lucy you are such an airhead sometimes.” Valarie started to giggled.
“Shut up!” Harlow’s breathy voice went up an octave, making it sound like he was whining, but was soon giggling along with Val without much thought.

His next step on the floor was much more awkward, the height difference with the heels was large enough that Harlow barely touched the floor with the balls of his feet. Dr.Murphy did his best not to laugh, covering his mouth with his hand, “Why don’t you take off your other heel first?” He swallowed a laugh at the ditsy redhead.

“O-oh.” Harlow giggled. He had been so nervous he didn’t think about his other shoe, he just wanted this to be over with, it was doubly embarrassing after what he just did.. ‘Is she laughing at me?’ he thought, hearing Valerie giggling in her seat.

Standing now in his bare feet, Harlow’s injured foot remained on the balls of his foot in an attempt to avoid pain. “Is it hurting now?” He shook his head. “Do you mind putting more weight on it please?” Harlow swallowed hard, looking up at the good doctor he slowly lowered his foot. He only felt a twinge of pain at first but the closer his heel came to the floor the more the pain grew until finally his ankle gave out and he fell forward. “Whoa, I gotcha.” The man laughed as he wrapped his arms around the blushing beauty that literally fell into his arms. Her breasts pressed heavily into his midsection. Her silver earrings swung back and forth as she righted herself.

“T-thank you.” She cooed. As much as he enjoyed the small amount of payback he got, he knew how his day would end, with him in the shower imagining her with him.

“Well,” he cleared his throat as he helped her back to the table, “If you’d like I could get an x-ray but I didn’t feel anything wrong with your fib-your bones.” He corrected himself, knowing neither of them would have any idea what a fibula or tibula were.

“How much is an x-ray?” Valerie asked, setting her phone aside while Lucy replaced her heels.

“Uh, it depends on how many we need to take, level of insurance-”

“She doesn’t have insurance.”

“Oh. Well then it could be anywhere from seventy-five to two-hundred dollars.”

“Does she need need one?”

“Well,...she walked in under her own power?”

“Y-”

“Yes.” Valerie answered for Lucy.

“Conceivably what she could do is do mobility stretches and unless her pain worsens then she could come back in a month and I can check her out again.”

“I-”

“To get an x-ray?” Valerie interrupted Lucy again.

“It would be a good idea, just to ensure everything has healed properly.”

“I th-”

“I think that sounds fine. At least if nothing else it gives her time to save money for it.”

Harlow grumbled, the pair of them spoke like he wasn’t even there. He didn’t like doctors anyway but she especially didn’t like how they treated her like some child incapable of speaking for himself. ‘I’m smarter than she is. Why’s he asking her anything to do with me?’ his mind grumbled but managed to keep a smile on his face as he stared at his shoes. ‘She probably doesn’t even know what an x-ray is. He must be a total quack.’

“What do you think?” Dr.Murphy suddenly asked.

“Huh?” Harlow looked between the two of them, realizing their conversation had come to an end.

“Dr.Dreamy wants to see you in a month.”

“C-can’t we, like, do it now?”

“Dr.Dreamy wants to see you for an exam, loose, not a hookup,” Valerie giggled.

“I know!” Lucy giggled back. Her cheeks burned bright red at the doctor’s smile. “J-just whatever, you, like, think is best, Dr.Drea-Murphy.” Valerie smiled and made another note in her phone.

Harlow entered his temporary home, “I’m so glad that’s over.” He whined, plopping himself down on the couch. Letting himself lay back in the soft embrace of the couch.

“Hey, unless you’re sitting in your boyfriend’s lap you need to sit up straight, remember?”

“Pfft, fine.” He pouted but sat up straight on the couch, forcing his knees together, grateful his testicles were safely out of the way of being crushed.
“Don’t act like you, sooo, didn’t enjoy DR.Dreamy touching you.” Valerie giggled.

Harlow blushed, unable to hold back a giggle, “Sooo not.” Harlow rolled his eyes at the airhead.

“You don’t have to tell me you think he is sooo hot, I already know how you feel girl.” Val said, smirking.
“Not everyone wants to jump every guy, like you Val.”

“Then explain Harry, and the clerk whatshisname, and the way Naomi said you were eyeing up Ray?”

“She told you that?”

“Of course she did. She’s my best friend.”

“I wasn’t checking out Ray.”

“Sure,” It was Valerie’s turn to roll her eyes, “and you just happened to fall into the cute doctor’s arms.”

“My foot hurts.” He stood, stamping his foot, and causing a spike of pain to go up his leg for the effort.

“Come on, girly. We’ve all done that trick.” She smirked.

“It wasn’t a trick.” He frowned.

“Ah, ah, remember what I told you at the dmv.”

“My foot hurts.” His frown shifted into a pout.

Valerie softened her smile and placed her arm around his shoulders, “Why don’t you take a nice, relaxing, bubble bath and then we’ll have lunch. Okay?”

“I’m not a kid.” He pouted. Although soaking his ankle might help whatever muscle was causing him this pain, and possibly allow him to walk around in lady’s sneakers instead of heels.

“No, but you’re a girl who’s had a stressful week. Here go, bubble bath.” She mispronounced the word purposefully, setting him up for what was yet to come, “Come on, I’ll show you.”

“Show me?” Harlow said in surprise as Valerie pulled him towards her master bath.

Following Val Harlow smiled watching her ass, paying little attention to how much more exaggerated his walk was and thought about the trip to the DMV before he saw Dr. Dreamy. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the doctor’s real name. But he hadn’t been paying much attention to him when he did say his name, and the only name that stuck out was the flirty nickname Valerie gave him.

Before going to the doctor’s office Valerie had reminded Lucy she needed to pick up her ID. Thankfully you could make an appointment otherwise they would sit in line all morning. But, even so, Harlow was not happy. He had fake IDs before, with names that weren’t his own, but this would be the first one to ever declare him a woman. If he was successful then by the end of day the government would consider him a woman named Lucy Hole. ‘Jackass.’ He thought, remembering the taste of the man’s cum he had swallowed. “Now, now.” Valerie said condescendingly as she sat next to Harlow. “What did I say about smiling?”

Harlow rolled his eyes, “I’ve seen girls being sad. You can’t tell me, like, no girls ever get sad.”

“Oh we do, but we don’t frown. It causes too many wrinkles.” She whispered to Harlow. “And besides, you look more ticked off than anything else cause you got a big ol’ scowl. Girls don’t scowl. We pout.”

“Fine, I’m pouting.” Harlow crossed his arms under his ample chest. He wasn’t far off from being spot on, Valerie noticed, but he still wasn’t exact. He looked more angry than sad. She wanted him to associate sadness with a pouting facial expression. Rather than the angry expression he wore like most men tended to do.

“Close, but you’re still frowning. Do this.” Valerie pouted, forcing her bottom lip out in an exaggerated fashion and pulling her top lip into a small line.

Harlow shook his head, but complied, his scowl shifted slightly. His bottom lip was forced its way out as his top lip became a thin line. “Better, you just need to soften your eyes more. You still got a bit of a scowl going on.” The hardness in Harlow’s eyes stayed as he felt himself growing angrier. “Why don’t we work on that later.” She smiled. She knew better than to push reluctant patients. Right or wrong, some could withdraw and reject any help in the future. And there were still more theories she was eager to test out on Harlow. But he needed to be somewhat willing, even if he wasn’t conscious of his own willingness. So she let him stew for a few minutes until his eyes softened and his pout lessened while she looked at heels and outfits online. Some she would show to Harlow with a delighted giggle. It was soft at first but as she continued his giggling matched her own until at one point she stopped showing him the pictures, keeping them to herself to giggle at. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him pouting and trying to see the images on her phone. “Aren’t they, like, totally the cutest?” She asked when she finally let him look at a pair of red four inch strap sandals.

“Totally cute.” He giggled. Valerie giggled back, wanting to make a note in her phone but she would have to wait until he wasn’t resting his head on her shoulder and staring at her phone.

“G625?” The attendant finally called out.

“That’s you!” Valerie said excitedly, standing Harlow up. “Okay, don’t forget to smile real pretty for the camera.”

“I’ll do my best.” He lied.

After a few tense minutes of silence between the attendant and Harlow while she checked his paperwork before finally saying in her usual monotone, “Stand in front of the blue curtain behind the blue line and look at the tweety bird.” The happy yellow bird sticker placed over the camera certainly didn’t fit the woman’s tone as it smiled and cheered back at the customer. “3. 2. 1.” The flash went off, temporarily blinding Harlow.

“You didn’t smile!” Valerie pouted.

“I forgot.” He rubbed at his half blinded eyes.

“Hold on.” The woman called Harlow back, “Are you wearing any jewelry?”

“Uh..oh. Oops.” He pulled off the silver clip ons Valerie insisted he wear. He heard himself giggling in embarrassment as he held the earrings in his hand and stood back in front of the blue screen.

Valerie slowly moved out of the way, behind the screen, and listened to the woman repeat her countdown. As she finished, Valerie giggled loudly and smiled when she heard Harlow react in kind.

And now in the depths of his little clutch purse was a Nevada state ID that showed him as a bubbly and giggly girl everyone else saw him as. As far as disguises went it was great. In practice it was utterly humiliating. Except for moments like this one. While he sat in the bathroom watching Valerie filling up a jacuzzi sized bathtub with water, she poured some liquid into the water halfway through and it immediately started to bubble and foam in a most delightful scent that tickled Harlow’s nose, causing him to giggle.

Valerie giggled as she lit several candles and connected her phone to a bluetooth speaker that rested above the tub in a small porcelain shelf. The speaker almost fit the small crevice perfectly but she had secured it with double sided tape which she  replaced every so often. "That should be just about perfect." She said  gently, turning to Harlow. "Ready?"

"Yeah." He said eagerly, unaware he unconsciously spoke in that breathy voice now.

"Then strip, silly."

"Me?! I thought…" his voice trailed off with his disappointment.

"That I'd let you watch me bathe? I swear you can be such a space case sometimes.” Valerie giggled reflexively at the silly airhead. Harlow didn’t realize he had giggled back in kind until it was too late. Valerie smiled, feeling a thrill shoot through her body as she enjoyed the taste of power she could exert over someone. Tamping it down she pouted as she approached Harlow and gave him a gentle embrace. “Hey, I’m just teasing, silly.” She cooed softly. “Tell you what, if you want, it can be your bet.”

“Huh?”

“Did you forget about our little drinking contest later?”

“N-no.” he had absolutely forgotten about his double or nothing bet. The prospect of being wet and naked with Valerie sent a thrill directly to his penis that tried to painfully force itself free from its prison.

“Good. I can’t wait. We’re gonna have so much fun.” They both giggled, but neither of them could tell which had done it first, “But first, you still need to soak in the tub.”

“Why?”

“Because, every girl loves being pampered. It’s not all makeup and waxing." Harlow considered this for a moment, if nothing else he could"There's more fun to it than you realize." Valerie said as Harlow pulled his lace top up and over his head. “Being a girl means you can be pampered as much as you like without anyone being mean." Harlow covered his chest feeling a strange cold shiver running through his chest in the hot room. "I feel really bad for boys.” Harlow cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Too many of them miss out on fun things like this because they’re afraid it makes them seem girly. But not us. We’re tougher and smarter than them.”

“I mean…it seems kinda girly.” He slipped a thumb into his skirt, his lip slipping into a pout.

“How many men do you know would let someone rip hairs out of their body? Or do it themselves?”

“Uh…none?” He couldn’t think of a single guy he knew that would, especially given how hairy Danny was.

“Exactly.” Valerie pulled Harlow in close, pressing her covered breasts into his exposed chest and gently ran a hand across his bare back, “It takes a different kind of strength to be able to withstand all that pain and come out as beautiful as us.” Harlow shivered and blushed, feeling goosebumps pop up all over his body. Valerie smiled as she let Harlow’s skirt drop. Positive reinforcement always fascinated her. Repeat an action enough and the brain will automatically associate that action with whatever emotion you attached to it, in this case she was attempting to reprogram his brain to feel pleasure and happiness with the concept of his own femininity.

As Harlow sat on the edge of the tub, removing his heels, she wondered if by the end his brain would associate pain with being flat footed. ‘I could push it…’ It would be very simple to do, ‘Something as simple as a pinch whenever she went without them would be enough to-’–She stopped herself mid-thought–‘That would be unethical. As much as I want to punish the fucker…if I’m right, what I have in store will, like, have a much better impact on not only her life but my own.’ As she watched Harlow slip into the bubble filled tub a final thought did enter her mind however, ‘But no way is that slut gonna date my brother.’

Valerie left Harlow in the bathroom soon after selecting a playlist that played softly through the small boom box. It was awkward at first, the last time he had taken a bubble bath had been one particularly cold winter before christmas when he was seven. He had a few bath toys to occupy his time then. Harlow pouted as he picked up a handful of bubbles. Young Harlow had made excellent use of the bubbles, making shapes on his face, carving little mountains for his power rangers to climb, all without a care in the world. He almost missed that innocence. Harlow blew the small bubble mountain out of his hand and watched as it gently floated onto the water. "Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave." He sang gently along with the song flatly. Unaware of where and how to change the pitches in his new voice. But he enjoyed letting himself relax in the feminine experience. In the living room Valerie smiled as she heard Lucy singing, or attempting to, as she continued to eat crackers and cheese.