“Spread your legs. Good dog.” The nurse tells me while she pushes my legs apart while running her gloved hand over my genitals. “He was cut as a human right doctor?”
I look back between my legs or try too only to find the doctor’s firm hands upon me. “Steady boy. Lay still.” The doctor sighs a moment. “Yes. He was cut…healing nicely now.”
I lay still and relax as I try to not react to hands rubbing over me.
“He has the beginning of a sheath and the sac skin seems to be under going a pigment change.”
“Good signs of progress then. Notice how he seems to cringe a little?”
“Yes doctor.”
“Ok give him another shot. He should sleep threw the next round of changes. But monitor his heart beat closely and have someone check him hourly.”
A sharp pain suddenly in my flank and I am once more falling into the darkness of sleep.