The Doctor moves his gloved hand along along your perineum until he reaches your manhood, giving what he sees a poke. "Penis is definitely no longer human, all he has visible at the moment is a sheath and small scrotum. Reddishand white fur is beginning to fill in around the groind as well. I will attempt to induce an erection to examine fully." On all fours, you lower your head to look underneath yourself and what the Doctor is describing. Sure enough all you can see is a canine sheath surrounded by fur. Your scrotrum seems to have turned to a dark coloured skin and is much smaller than it should be. Afraid to protest after the last thing the Doctor did when you spoke, you just let out a small whimper.
The whimper grows much larger though when the Doctor inserts a lubricated finger inside your altered rectum. "I'm attempting to stimulate the prostate now." The Doctor probes inside you and your tail flails around in protest. Eventually though, the Doctor gets the desired result and your penis begins to emerge from its sheath and Doctor Newman removes his finger. "The penis has become erect. It is much shorter than it should be though, approximately one and a half inches. I also noted the prostate was almost non existent."
You panic. "Woo- What?!?" Again you look underneath yourself and all you can see is a pitiful little penis, now even dwarfed in size by your little tail. You could almost swear the Doctor was smiling. "I suspect the virus has somehow rewritten the subjects Y chromosone to X. Looking closer, the scrotum is now merely vestigial skin..." You feel the Doctor squeezing your sack, which under normal circumstances would have hurt at the pressure he was exerting. Except this time it didn't... "The testicles have vanished, possibly, if not probably inside where a neo-uterus is likely forming. Whatever this virus is, it is is remarkable that it is capable of re-writing genetic code and turning testicles into ovaries." The excrutiating examination continues without end. You begin to wonder if you're ever going to get out of here alive. You thought you were going crazy. But this Doctor has gone insane.
Again you feel fingers probing your miniature penis. "Interesting... The sheath seems to be merging with the scrotal tissue and is taking on the vague appearance of a canine labia. I suspect it won't be long before the penis is little more than the soon to be bitches clitoris..." An overwhelming anxiety overtakes you. The possibility of becoming an animal was one thing, but this? There's just no way you're going to become a bitch in the literal sense of the word. It was bad enough being called one figuratively. It's late at night, but you have to try. You must call for help. This Doctor is infected himself and clearly mad. There must be someone out there somewhere that can help you. "Help me!" You scream as loud as you can. You can't help but notice the slightly feminine tone in your voice.