:: Strip for Mr. Anderson.
<<defM -5>>[[You]] stand up and unbutton your shirt.  [[Mr. Anderson]] walks around the desk to stand in front of you.  You hesitate to open it and expose your new breasts, but Mr. Anderson reaches over and gently parts your shirt and pulls the sleeves off of your arms, letting it fall to the floor.  He then slowly turns you to face him, baring your <<if $Masc lte 80 and $Masc gt 60>>tiny<<endif>><<if $Masc lte 60 and $Masc gt 40>>small<<endif>> breasts.

"I'd say he's about <<if $Masc lte 80 and $Masc gt 60>>an A<<endif>><<if $Masc lte 60 and $Masc gt 40>>a B<<endif>> cup, wouldn't you agree, [[Belinda]]?" Mr. Anderson says.  

"Sounds right, Daddy," she replies.

He reaches forward and cups your breasts in his hands with a clinical manner, feeling the weight of them and pushing on them with his hands, apparently inspecting them for lumps or something else.  Nobody has ever touched your new breasts like that, including yourself, and you find it both thrilling and terrifying.  

"Now," he says, "I'm going to rub your nipples to make them erect.  You may find this a bit arousing.  This is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned or embarrassed about.  Do you understand?"

You don't particularly want him rubbing your nipples, but you're afraid to say no to this paragon of masculinity so you nod nervously.  He licks his fingertips and very gently strokes and massages your nipples.  You gasp at the sensation and close your eyes.  You can't believe how good it feels.  You also find that Mr. Anderson's masculine odor, which you had never even noticed before, is suddenly assaulting your nostrils and you find the smell to be intensely erotic.  You take deep breaths and lose yourself in the sensations until you realize to your astonishment that both your nipples and your penis are painfully erect.

"I see they're very sensitive.  That is perfectly normal and nothing to be concerned about, though you are perhaps a bit more responsive than average.  During the Process, your body is being saturated with female hormones far in excess of where they will eventually stabilize.  Would you take your shoes and socks off for me?"

Grateful for the reprieve, you bend over and take off your shoes and socks.  He inspects your feet with great interest and then turns to your hands, turning them over and inspecting them.

"Okay, would you take off your pants and boxers now?" Mr. Anderson asks.

[[Strip naked.]]
[[You've still got an erection.  No way!]]