Becoming A Beta The Alphabeta Score Ch 12

Summary of the previous chapters

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In this dystopian future, in 2320, the government has as strong control on most of our life aspects. One particular important detail is the alpha/beta score. At the age of 18 years old, the citizens had to take a test. The test gives you a score that determines your alpha score. This alpha/beta score determines how much of a virile or gentle male and female you were going to be. Once you received your score, you had to take hormone treatment to make it match your score.

The normal score for a male was between 40 and 80. People outside those values were outliers. The treatment for a low score would affect the pilosity, muscle mass, fat distribution, penis development and more. You received a score of 4. At school and with your friend, you lied to them, saying you had received a score of 50 to escape the humiliation of such a low score.

Such a low score was almost unheard of. The effects of the treatment that came with it were drastic. Your cock shrank from 6-inch to 4-inch. You had lost all of your manly body hair and your breasts were becoming tender and swollen. Even worse, your little cock was now more sensitive than ever. Because of this, you tried to cheat the system and only take half the medication your score mandated, but you got caught. For the next two months, you'll be forced to take double your normal prescription to compensate. Normally this would make you so sensitive, that you'd always be hard and cuming in your underwear. For that reason, your doctor installed a temporary apparatus, called the limp flower, in your little cock to keep it limp and easier to manage while on the double dosage.

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The bell of your school rang, indicating the end of classes for today. As you waved your goodbyes to your class buddies, Derek caught up with you.

"Hey, what're you doing tonight?", he asked.

"Going to the gym."

"Again? And on a Friday night? Come on dude. You know, the chick of the gym you've been telling me about, you can introduce her to our group too. We won't eat her."

"I know, I know. It's just we've been so busy lately and all. I'll try to set something up for that soon," you answered.

"Why not tonight? We're drinking at my place later," he said, looking like he had you cornered.

"Maybe, who's gonna be there? I don't want to bring her to a sausage fest," you questioned him.

"Don't worry, a couples of the guys are bringing their girls and my sister will be there"

"Alright, I'll think about it."

"See you tonight then." Derek winked at you before getting away.

Later, at the gym. As you were running on the treadmill, your thoughts were drifting away. It had been a month since you were on the double dosage of the pills. On each step you took, you could feel your tits jiggle. Even at the gym, you had to resolve yourself to wear a tight undershirt to try to contain your growing breasts.

"Ah fuck", you lamented, grabbing your chest and stepping off the threamill. Once again, the rubbing of your undershirt had gotten the better of you. The dull pain forced you out of your exercise.

While you were trying to suppress the pain a cheery voice sounded not too far away.

"Hey Zack, how are you... Are you ok?" Heidi asked as she noticed your pained expression.

"I'm ok. It's just. You know... The rubbing," you answered, avoiding looking in her eyes.

"Shit Zack. We talked about this. I think you should at least give it a try" she said, tenderly petting your arm.

Frustration was growing within you. Despite all her kindness and good intentions, what she was proposing was out of question for you.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm a guy. I can't wear that.", you rebuffed her proposition.

Getting closer, she whispered to avoid embarrassing you: "Nobody would notice it. A little sports bra would avoid so much pain."

She had such a worried expression on her face.

The last few weeks had been interesting with Heidi, to say the least. Since your "movie night" with her, you had visited her apartment a couple of times and stayed the night at least once each weekend.

You had grown attached to her tender touch and gentle fondling of your soft body. You often yearned for the sweet taste of her inner thighs. You loved the way she made you feel when you were with her. And somehow she didn't seem to mind your impotence, caused by the apparatus installed by the doctor.

"I... I don't know. Anyway there was something else I wanted to talk to you about. What are you doing tonight?" you asked, diverging the subject.

"Tonight? Uhm... Nothing planned really. Just chilling at home, I guess." Heidi answered, tilting her head slightly.

"Well, Derek invited me to a party at his place tonight, starting around 9 pm. I was wondering... Would you want to come with me? I could pick you up with my car. It could be fun, and you could finally meet my friends." you proposed, a bit nervously.

You weren't sure how Heidi would react to being thrown into your usual social circle.

Heidi's eyes widened slightly, a surprised but also intrigued expression on her face. "A party? With your friends? Uhm... I don't know Zach. I don't want to intrude or anything." She hesitated, fiddling with the strap of her gym bag.

"Intrude? No way! They'd love to meet you! And it would be cool to have you there. Please? For me? I can pick you up around 8:45 pm" you pleaded, giving her your best puppy-dog eyes.

Heidi chuckled softly, her worried expression softening into a smile. "Alright, alright. You convinced me. But if it gets too awkward, we're leaving, okay?"

"Deal! It won't be awkward, I promise. They're all cool guys, and you're amazing, so what could go wrong? I'll pick you up later then?" you said, trying to sound confident, despite your own internal anxieties about bringing Heidi into your world.

"Okay then. See you later!" Heidi said with a bright smile.

Later that evening, you picked up Heidi with your car. As you drove to Derek's place with Heidi in the passenger seat, you couldn't help but feel a knot of nervousness in your stomach. What were your friends going to think of Heidi? What were they going to think of you with Heidi?

Derek opened the door, a wide grin spreading across his face when he saw you, which widened even more when he spotted Heidi behind you.

"Zach! You made it! And... Heidi, right? Dude, you weren't kidding, she is hot!" Derek exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Heidi, completely forgetting about you for a moment.

Heidi, who had changed into a cute casual dress for the occasion, blushed slightly at Derek's enthusiastic greeting but offered a shy smile. She looked really pretty; the dress accentuated her athletic figure, and she had put on just a touch of makeup, highlighting her blue eyes.

"Hey Derek, yeah, this is Heidi. Heidi, this is Derek, the party host," you said, stepping slightly in front of Heidi, feeling a strange mix of pride and protectiveness.

"Hey Heidi, welcome to the sausage fest, or... well, almost sausage fest tonight," Derek said, gesturing inside, "Come on in! Glad you could make it."

As you both entered, the apartment was already buzzing with music and chatter. Several of your usual group were there, along with a few girls you vaguely recognized as girlfriends or sisters of the guys. You spotted Mark lounging on the sofa, a beer in hand, and a smirk slowly spreading across his face as he took in Heidi and you.

You introduced Heidi to the rest of the group, your friends offering slightly less boisterous but still clearly impressed greetings. Heidi remained a bit quiet and close to your side, her shyness evident in this new social setting.

"So, Heidi, how do you know Zach?" Mark drawled, his eyes lingering on Heidi a little too long for your liking.

"We... uhm... We know each other from the gym," Heidi answered politely, but her voice was a bit soft.

"The gym, huh? Figures Zach would find a girl at the gym. Gotta get someone to spot him on the bench press these days, right?" Mark chuckled, directing the last part of his comment at you, a clear jab at your recent struggles in the gym.

A few of the guys snickered, and you felt your cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Before you could retort, however, Heidi stepped slightly forward, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Yeah, well, someone's gotta make sure he doesn't hurt himself lifting those massive weights," Heidi said, her tone light and teasing, but with a subtle undercurrent of protectiveness as she playfully bumped her shoulder against yours. "Besides," she continued, her voice just loud enough for everyone to hear, "I don't mind a guy who takes care of himself and... you know... has a softer side." She finished with a wink directly at you, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

The table erupted in laughter, even Mark looking slightly taken aback by Heidi's unexpected and confident comeback. You, on the other hand, were completely flustered. Heidi's words, while playful and clearly meant to deflect the joke, resonated deeply with your internal conflict. "Softer side?" Was that how she really saw you? Did she... like your softer side? And did you even want her to?

Your mind was a whirlwind of confusion and a strange, unfamiliar warmth blooming in your chest. You glanced at Heidi, who was now chatting animatedly with Derek, seemingly unfazed by the slightly awkward moment she had just diffused. She looked radiant, confident, and... undeniably cute. And she was here, at this party, with you.

Internally, you were a mess of conflicting emotions.

Embarrassment at being the target of Mark's joke, a surge of protectiveness towards Heidi, confusion about her "softer side" comment, and a burgeoning, undeniable attraction to her confidence and playful acceptance. You took a long gulp of your beer, trying to process the chaotic mix of feelings swirling within you.

The rest of the party passed by in a bit of a blur. You tried to be present, chatting with Derek and the others, even managing a few more words with Mark without any further jabs. Heidi, however, remained the center of your attention, even when you weren't directly talking to her. You watched her interact with your friends, noticing how easily she laughed with Derek, how politely she listened to Mark's (slightly toned-down) teasing, and how genuinely interested she seemed in getting to know everyone. She was charming, undeniably so, and your friends were clearly won over.

Yet, despite the outwardly smooth interactions, you felt strangely distant throughout the evening. Heidi's comment about your "softer side" kept replaying in your head, a confusing mix of warmth and unease churning within you. You found yourself observing her, trying to decipher her gaze, her smiles, her intentions. Was she really attracted to you? Or was she just being nice? And if she was attracted... What exactly was she attracted to?

As the party started to wind down, you offered to drive Heidi back to her apartment. In the car, the silence felt different than before. It wasn't awkward, but it was... charged. You could feel Heidi's gaze on you occasionally, but you mostly kept your eyes on the road, your thoughts still swirling.

When you reached her building, you parked the car and turned to face her. "So... thanks for coming," you said, feeling a little awkward yourself now.

"Thanks for inviting me, Zach. It was actually really fun. Your friends are cool," Heidi said, her smile genuine and warm. "And you... you were a good party date," she added playfully, reaching out to gently squeeze your arm.

A warmth spread through you at her touch and her words. You leaned in slightly, and she met you halfway, her lips soft and welcoming against yours. The kiss was sweet, tender, and lingered for a moment before you both pulled back, a comfortable silence settling between you again.

"Good night, Zach," Heidi whispered, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim light of the car.

"Good night, Heidi," you replied, watching her get out of the car and walk towards her apartment building entrance.

As you drove back home, the city lights blurring past your window, your thoughts intensified. What did Heidi see in you? You glanced at yourself in the rearview mirror, catching your reflection in the dim light. Your face... it looked different lately. Softer. Rounder. More... feminine. The subtle changes from the hormones, changes you had been trying to ignore, suddenly seemed starkly obvious in the mirror's reflection.

Heidi had said "softer side"... Was that just a playful deflection of Mark's joke, or was it something more? Did she see you as... less of a man? More like... a girl? The thought sent a shiver of unease down your spine. Was that why she was attracted to you? Because you were becoming... like her?

The image of your face in the mirror, softer, almost... pretty, haunted you. The idea that Heidi might see you as something other than the masculine ideal you had always strived to be began to germinate in your mind, taking root and growing into a seed of worry.

You arrived home, the house quiet and dark. You went straight to your room, the unsettling thoughts still buzzing in your head. Without even changing, you fell onto your bed, exhaustion and confusion pulling you down into a restless sleep. And as darkness fully enveloped you, the seeds of worry began to sprout into the twisted branches of a nightmare...

"Where am I..." you asked, disorientated.

You were in a dim hospital room. You were in an hospital bed, wearing those white gown.

"Hello Mr Stanley." The blond doctor answered from the dark corner of the room. She was the one that had found you out when you had cheated the system to try to take less of the required drugs.

She was wearing a white lab coat, but with a revealing cleavage and some hot red heels. She slowly cat walked towards your hospital bed.

"How are you feeling, mister" she asked, bending down towards you, revealing even more of her luscious cleavage to you.

"I don't know, what am I doing here"

"Oh you don't remember, you tried to cheat the system... Again"

"No! I haven't" you revolted trying to stand up. But quickly your head spun and you settled back in your bed.

"Shh, calm down. You just underwent your procedure. You should take it easy now." She said with a smirk.

"What procedure?"

"Well, the permanent corrective procedure. The one you needed since you didn't want to take your pills."

Cold sweat formed on your forehead. What did she mean?

"I see you're confused, let me show you." She said pulling the bed sheets off you. She pulled your gown up over your stomach, revealing your little penis.

She ran her finger down from your tight waist toward your public area, making you shiver.

"You see, those pills we gave you mainly contained testosterone blocker and estrogen. Since you wouldn't take those prescription I came up with a plan! What part of your body produces that mean testosterone?"

"Where are you getting at?" you inquired nervously.

She pushed a button to get your hospital Bed moving towards a half sitting position.

Once the bed stopped moving, she continued: "Well now it is not a problem anymore." She giggled. She stroked your small dick. It got hard, something you'd hadn't felt in over two months, but looking at it it couldn't be more than 3 inch long and the foreskin stuck firmly to your glan.

But more worrying was her second hand was lower, her finger tracing your butthole, making you shudder and moan.

"Oh what a cute femboy. So fitting for someone like you" she said, tracing the finger that was a your butt hole towards your balls. But, it never contacted your balls, it directly want to the base of your tiny cock...

She lifted your cock, tigh against your stomach.

"See?" she asked, looking at the underside of your dicklet.

"No no no. What the fuck. Where are my... My fucking balls!!!" you yelled, looking at the blank space where your scrotum should have been.

The doctor laughed at your panicked state and jerked your small cock faster. You try to revolt but soon enough, your little cock spurted his seedless load over her latex covered fingers.

"Mmmhh!" you moaned, louder and louder, trapped in the horrifying pleasure of the nightmare... until you finally woke up with a gasp, your heart hammering against your ribs. You were in your bed, the familiar darkness of your room surrounding you. Disoriented, you looked around, trying to shake off the lingering terror of the dream.

Relief washed over you as you realized it was just a nightmare. But the lingering unease remained. You reached a hand down, checking your underwear. Damn it. It was wet. Again. The sticky, warm sensation of a wet dream confirmed the unwanted arousal from the nightmare. You were covered in your own cum, even after that horrifying vision of Dr. Samson and her... corrective procedure.

"Fuck..." you mumbled, the word heavy with disgust and self-loathing. Another wet dream. Even your nightmares were turning you into... this. You were pathetic.

You pushed yourself out of bed, the sticky discomfort clinging to you. You needed to shower, to wash away the remnants of the dream and the physical evidence of your body's betrayal. But the chilling image of Dr. Samson's smirk and the phantom sensation of her latex-covered fingers lingered in your mind, a fresh wave of anxiety washing over you as you headed to the bathroom.

You showered quickly, the hot water doing little to soothe the icy dread that had settled in your stomach.

You scrubbed your skin raw, trying to wash away the feeling of Dr. Samson's touch, the phantom sensation of her fingers, the shame of your body's unwanted response.

Back in your room, clean underwear and pajamas felt like a flimsy shield against the nightmare's lingering presence.

You climbed back into bed, but sleep remained elusive. The image of your reflection, softer, feminized, and Heidi's words, "softer side," echoed in your mind, fueling your anxiety. Exhaustion eventually pulled you under, but the sleep was restless, filled with fragmented images and unease.

Two weeks passed in a similar haze of conflicted emotions. You continued your routine, going to school, even managing a few gym sessions, though the chest rubbing discomfort was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

You saw Lisa a couple of times, the encounters now tinged with a strange awkwardness, a sense of distance that had grown since your confession to your mother and your intimacy with Heidi. Heidi, however, became a more constant presence in your life.

You went running together a few times a week, and her gentle, accepting presence was a strange comfort amidst your internal turmoil.

One Tuesday evening, you texted Heidi:

Z: Hey H, wanna run tomorrow morning? My usual spot?

H: Hey Zach! Sounds good. Meet at my place? We can grab coffee after at that new place near my apartment?

Z: Sure, see you tomorrow around 7 am at your place then?

H: Perfect! Looking forward to it :)

The next morning, you arrived at Heidi's apartment building just before 7 am. You buzzed her apartment, and she quickly opened the door, already dressed in her running gear.

"Hey! Ready to sweat?" she greeted you with an energetic smile.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you replied, trying to match her enthusiasm, though a knot of anxiety tightened in your chest as you thought about the run and the inevitable chest discomfort.

"Great, let's go! Oh, you can change in the bathroom if you want, it's probably comfier than changing in the street," Heidi suggested, gesturing towards the bathroom door.

"Uh, yeah, thanks," you mumbled, taking your gym bag and heading into the small bathroom.

You quickly stripped off your jeans and t-shirt, pulling out your running shorts and undershirt. As you reached to pull off your undershirt, you hesitated.Your breasts, now undeniably a B-cup, were more prominent than ever. The tight undershirt was doing little to conceal them, and the rubbing was becoming unbearable even during normal activities, let alone running.