"How did you say this happened again?" Doctor Amir asked, baffled.

"Well, I got up this morning and went to take a piss, right?" Jeremy said, shifting a bit to try and get more comfortable in the unfamiliar stirrups. "And while I was standin' there, I noticed this piece of white string stuck to the side of the shaft, so I thought it was just schmutz. But I went to take it off, and it was attached to something."

The doctor looked up from his examination. "And you kept pulling?"

Jeremy blushed. "I mean, I thought that maybe it was sweat or somethin' else dried in place, right?" Jacob suggested.

"Right," the doctor said, after a slightly too-long pause.

"So I gave it a little tug, and when I did 'pop!'" Jacob made a gesture like confetti filling the air with his empty hand. "I felt one of the fellas just kinda jump up inside, and the string was like an inch longer."

"I see," the doctor said, still skeptical as he pulled off his gloves and sat back. "And yet, you still kept pulling."

"I was surprised!" Jacob stammered, their blush deepening. "And was still holdin' the string when I jumped, right? 'Pop!' In went the other."

The doctor was finding what he heard very hard to believe despite what his own eyes told him.

"So, you pulled the string twice, and each time one of your testicles ascended, and the string was longer."

"Yep."

"Then . . ." Doctor Amir closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, fighting a headache. "Then what possessed you to pull it again?!"

"Hey, doc, this freaked me out too! I was hoping that maybe if I pulled it enough, maybe it'd snap, and they'd fall back down or somethin'."

"And instead?"

Jacob's face was now a rich crimson. "So I gave it a real hard yank, and heard this slurping noise just before the string broke, right?" Jeremy held up the offending piece of string for emphasis. "And suddenly, Mister Panky was gone."

"Mr. Panky?"

"Short for Hanky Panky."

"Of course." The doctor closed his eyes again and adjusted his glasses, then had another look at the very clearly female accoutrements before him, which he knew for a fact had not been on Jeremy during his physical the week before. An oddly shaped mole sat where Jeremy had indicated the string was attached, but everything else seemed perfectly normal... for a woman. "So what do you want me to do, try and recover them?" he asked, having no clue where to start.

"Nah, doc."

"N-no?" The doctor sputtered, surprised.

Jeremy's blush lightened as a smile crossed her face. "Actually, I was wonderin' if you could see if you could find a string to give me boobs too: seems a shame to go half-way and not finish the job, right?"

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Photo Dmytro Konstantynov = Dreamstime.com

Alright, peeps! This is the first story I submitted to Erin for use on the BCTS Patreon page, now available here for everyone to check out!

Melanie E.