You leave the pool and head for the changing room. Putting on your clothes, you hope that nobody sees that you lack any form of masculinity
down there and after you finish dressing, you begin to head home.
Your underwear is totally uncomfortable and on the way home you stop and after some problems manage to secure yourself two packages of woman's panties. Having bought about twelve different pairs, you also buy a mirror, feeling like you want to check out this new equipment.
Back at your place, you undress and taking the mirror begin to explore. It's not just that you have a vagina, but the fact of the matter is that it you're completely female down there; clitoris, clitoris hood, urethra, Labia majour and minour, no one can mistake you for anything but a girl if you ever take your clothes off.
Accidentally rubbing your clitoris, you find yourself turned on which bothers you. Unnerved by how you feel, you get dressed, only choosing a pair of low cut bikini briefs instead of your normal underwear.
It is then that you notice how silky smooth your skin has become. Walking to the phone, you decided that it's time to call the doctor, only it is than that you notice the blinking red light on the answering machine. Pushing the button, you listen to the message and as you hear it, your heart sinks.
It's the doctor and he has to talk with you. It is about the 'repairing' that is being done to you. Apparently there is a ninety eight percent chance that part of this might also regress your age. There is high chance that if you start to become affected that you could turn back into a female child; probably between the age of three and five. If that happens, there is small chance that fixing the problem could become next to impossible and that it is imperative that you call him back.
Picking up the phone, you dial the doctor's number, but get a secretary who tells you that the he has gone out of town and will be back Tuesday.
Thanking her, you hang up the phone and think to yourself, "How can it get any worse?"