[Lovebite]

((Sure, though he could be in denial if possible.))

A couple of months passed with Eithan taking the hormone therapy and getting regular checkups still even as they became more and more thorough as time went by. His face was softer, though still angular and growing a bit of stubble every handful of weeks or so, his chest now resembled breasts. A cups at least and they wobbled on top of the growing mound of flesh connected to his abdomen, his shirts were tightly fitted and he chose to wear more than one on top of the other to hide his curves.

He still treated the weight gain as some sort of reaction to whatever drugs Carl was giving him, he was irritable and uncomfortable often, that wasn't a surprise. The young man hadn't had any facts to prove differently yet, since the man ended up postponing the ultrasound until his six month mark. Which was today.