Becoming A Beta The Alphabeta Score Ch 13

Over the last two weeks, you made a lot of progress. Finally, you realized that, as Heidi had told you, the score didn't make you who you were, you didn't need to be a tall muscular guy to be a "real man". You were you. With your strengths and your flaws and part of you was your score. Still, the most important part was how you felt about yourself and how you acted.

A part of being "manly" for you was being courageous and honest. You finally felt it was time to stop lying.

"Are you sure you feel ready for this," Heidi asked you, rubbing your thigh while you drove.

"Yeah... I'm tired of hiding it. It's a part of me," you replied, determined.

You had chosen to tell your father and brother about your score and at the same time introduce them to Heidi, officially.

"Anyway... What's the worst that can happen?" You asked. Your mom already knew, and it's not like you chose this. Even though you were still learning to accept your own body, you'd rather not have those tits on your chest. Though you finally accepted to wear the sports bra while running, and to be honest you pretty much wore it everyday under your loose shirts, your grown nipples were way too sensitive now. It was such a relief to avoid the chaffing and have a bit of support.

Heidi looked at you with a frown and a deeply worried expression. It wasn't like her to be like that. "Well, whatever happens, I'll be there for you, okay? You can stay at my place if things turn sour."

"I really don't think it'll be that bad... But thanks, I really do appreciate your support" You replied, putting your hand over hers. You squeezed her hand a bit.

You texted your mom earlier to let her know you'd bring a guest for dinner at home. Predictably when you did, she asked who it was. When you told Heidi, she immediately got... Annoying. Putting heart emojis in her texts, saying she looks forward to meeting her and all that.

Finally, you parked in the driveway in front of your house. You sighed deeply and closed your eyes for a second, gathering your courage.

Heidi, still visibly anxious given her worried look, whispered: "It's okay, I'll be here with you."

You got out of the car and opened the front door. Once inside, you could smell the sweet smell of your mom's home recipe of chili. A sweet and strong scent that gave you a familiar calmness.

Then the face of your mom peaked out of the kitchen. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Heidi. The usually strong and confident Heidi now was shy and cow, looking small in her shoes. A deep blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, you must be Heidi! Come in, come in," your mom squeaked while moving toward you and Heidi. She gave you a big hug, pressing you in her warm comforting chest with a strong kiss on your cheek.

"Can I?" Your mom asked Heidi, extending her arms towards her. Heidi shyly only nodded. Then your mom hugged her too. She squished her too in her soft breast, a deep comforting hug only a mother can give.

"I'm Nathalie, it's a pleasure to meet you" Your mom said. She then turned to you: "She's so pretty!" she told you. Heidi blushed even deeper.

Heidi could only push a weak: "Thanks, miss"

"Oh don't call me miss. Call me Nathalie, or Nath please," your mom responded playfully offended.

Soon enough, you were at the diner table, your father and brother astounded by the looks of Heidi. Heidi had finally found her tongue back and was able to do small talk with the family. She told how she was a gym trainer, which strongly resonated with youe father and brother and how we had met at the gym. At some point, your brother couldn't resist it anymore and asked you the question.

"So, lil bro. Be honest with us. You and Heidi? You're more than friends right?" he asked, pointing at you with his fork. You didn't really try to hide it. All during dinner and before, it felt like there was a magnetic pull between you and Heidi. Even her hand landed on your thigh a couple of times under the table out of habit.

You looked at Heidi and she nodded at you.

"Yeah... We've been going out for a while to be honest," you said, voice breaking of nervousness. Heidi looked scared and apprehensive of the reaction of your family.

"Oooohh, this is so great!" your mom gushed, putting her hands together. Your father had a proud look in his eyes similar to your brother.

"Congrats lil bro. Didn't know you had it in you," your brother teased you, giving you a small jab in the shoulder.

In turn, the news gave the dinner a festive note. Your father insisted on serving you a beer and the questions aimed at Heidi multiplied. A part of her shyness seemed to dissipate, the acceptance of your family warmed her heart and your happy girlfriend was back. The discussion flowed and the minutes passed. Eventually you all moved into the living room.

As the time passed you started to feel the pressure inside to do what you really were here for. Telling your family about your score. All continued to talk, but you became more reserved and closed on yourself, trying to find a way to inject this reveal in this joyous moment.

Your mom probably picked up on your mood shift and asked: "Are you okay, Honey? You're a bit quiet."

"I... Yes, it's just that I wanted to say something..." You said, your voice weak and trembling.

Heidi felt your nervousness and grabbed your hand. She knew what you were going to say.

The room paused. All turned to you. They had a worried look. You probably exuded a strong anxiousness in your expression, the whole ambiance of the room changed to a concerned one.

"What is it Zach?" your father asked.

The words felt like sandpaper in your throat. It felt exactly like when you had told your mother. The more force you gave to make the word come out, the more tears started to pool in your eyes.

"Gosh Zach, what is it? Are you sick or something?" Your brother asked. He looked worried for you, a thing he rarely showed.

Your mom seemed to understand and looked at you, also worried, but nodding, encouraging you to say it.

"It's stupid... I don't know how to say it," you paused again. You took a deep breath in and said, trembling: "I lied a while back. It's about my alpha score." Heidi, side hugged you, now.

"Well it's low, like 50 or something... But what of it? It doesn't matter Zach. We still love you," your father pressed, distressed from seeing you cry.

"It's lower... I lied. It's 4," you said. Putting your face in your hands, avoiding their eyes.

"It's what?" Your father asked.

Your mother answered for you: "It's 4 honey. Don't make the poor boy repeat it," she said defensively on your behalf.

"How's that possible? And Nathalie you knew it? Why didn't you tell me?" Your father asked, flabbergasted.

Heidi hugged you even tighter. You had a metal taste in your mouth from the nervousness. Your head was spinning, leaving you unable to do anything but cry in your hands.

"It's like that... sir. He's still the same Zach," Heidi jumped in, defending you too.

Your father sighed deeply. "That's not what I meant. Zach I was just surprised. I didn't think it was possible to have that score..." Your father stopped his word because of an angry stare of your mom.

He sighed again and re-tried: "Zach, I love you. That score means nothing to me."

He got up and walked to you. He patted your head. "Look at me, Zach."

You reluctantly lifted your head out of your hands and looked up at your father. He had a pained expression. He finally felt your pain. He hurted for the torture he imagined you went through alone.

"Zachary Stanley. You are my son. I'm proud of you and I love you," He said, giving you a kiss on your forehead, and then got down to hug you. All that time, you were worried that he would treat you like a freak. Treat you like a failure. And yet, he just accepted you. Unconditional love. It even made you feel ashamed that you were worried about his reaction.

"Shit, you're stupid lil bro. I knew something was up. You should have told us. If anyone gives you trouble at school for that, let me know. I'll break their neck" your brother said, sniffling tears too.

Your moms was crying happy tears. She was proud of her family. A smile on her mouth despite the tears in her eyes.

Heidi too was brought to tears and whispered in your ear: "You're lucky, Zach. You have such a good family. I'm jealous"

Eventually, tears stopped flowing. The happy mood returned. All that time worrying, for nothing. All those months covering up the changes and yet they still accepted you for who you were. Your mom insisted Heidi stayed the night. Oddly enough, it was the first time she saw your bedroom.

Later that night, after the excitement of the evening had died down and your mom had finally gone to bed, you found yourself back in your childhood bedroom with Heidi. The familiar posters on the wall seemed to watch over you with a newfound sense of acceptance. Heidi had changed into one of your old, oversized t-shirts, which hung loosely on her thin athletic frame, making her look even more endearing.

You both slipped under the covers of your bed. It was a tight fit, but neither of you seemed to mind. Heidi turned to face you, her eyes soft and filled with a gentle warmth. You reached out and tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. A comfortable silence settled between you, a silence filled with unspoken understanding and affection. You pulled her closer, and she nestled into your chest, her head resting right over your heart. You could feel her soft breath against your skin, and the gentle rise and fall of her body as she relaxed. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, feeling a sense of peace you hadn't experienced in a long time. The events of the evening, the acceptance from your family, Heidi's unwavering support -- it all felt like a weight had been lifted. Soon, the gentle rhythm of Heidi's breathing deepened, and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, her warmth a comforting presence against you, finally finding rest in her embrace.

During the next week you found the courage yet again to confront your friends at school revealing the truth about your score. Derek let you know that he'd always be there for you and Lisa let you know she thought no less of you and upon learning of Heidi's role as your girlfriend tried to convince you to a foursome with her, to which you skillfully avoided. Even more surprising was Mark's new attitude. You didn't directly tell him, but someone must have. His bullying stopped and he almost seemed to avoid you. Did someone threaten him or did he just feel bad about bullying someone with such a low score? That you didn't know, but didn't care either.

The only negative was that now Lisa and other girls wouldn't stop telling you you were cute and wanted to play with your hair and such. Maybe they missed the memo that the low score didn't make you a little pet or something like that. But it didn't feel bad to have it hair played with though...

Finally, an important date arrived. The two months mark of the double dosage. You looked forward to that date. Despite the fact you had learned to accept your score it was getting bothersome to do the double dosage and have the limp flower. It's almost as if you had forgotten the feeling of having an erection.

You waited in the medical waiting room. The secretary typed away at her keyboard. The door opened and the blonde doctor called: "Zachary Stanley?"

You got up and the doctor said: "Oh yeah, I remember you." She looked down at her tablet. "Today is the day, isn't it?"

Dr Samson was right. Today was the day you were going to be freed of the flower.

"Follow me," the cold blonde asked. You followed her to her exam room. Once inside your sat on the medical bed waiting for her to instruction.

"You know the routine Mr Stanley. Put your finger in the machine."

You put your finger in the machine, feeling the usual sting of it. Despite the fact that you knew you respected the protocole and kept up with the prescribed double dosage you felt a touch of anxiety, the sour memory of when you got found peeking its head in your mind.

The machine beeped once done. The doctor looked at the results on the tablet, seeming satisfied. "Good, good. Still, for good measure, given your historic, let's just do a hair test for an in depth analysis and I'll do a full physical check"

You felt embarrassed, forced to expose yourself to this strange woman. She pluck one hair off your scalp, putting it in a machine. "Can you please undress now?" She said observing you.

You slid your pants and underwear revealing your small limp dicklet. It couldn't be much more than one and a half inch in that limp state, the only state it saw in the last two months.

"The shirt too," Dr Samson insisted coldly.

You remove your loose shirt, revealing your sports bra.

"Good, you listened to my recommendation for the bra," the doctor noted.

You nodded, completely blushed. You then removed your bra, revealing your perky b-cup breast. Your nipples were hard as diamond. The doctor started by putting the cold metal of the stethoscope on the skin of your chest making you shiver.

"Breathe in deeply for me," she asked, listening intently. "Now exhale." She noted a few things on her tablet before continuing. "Lift your arms," she ordered. She pressed at the junction of your armpits and breasts, feeling in that region before nodding. "Arms down," she said. She then looked at your nipple touching it lightly. "We got some nice growth here," she mentioned without emotion.

"I'd rather not," you squeaked, in a shy rebelion. The doctor lifted an eyebrow at the comment.

She continued her examination, touching you at your waist, ass cheeks and finally your tiny limp cock. She played with it, looking under and feeling your small balls and nodding to herself.

*Beep* sounded a machine in the background. She looked at her tablet and read the results.

"Everything is looking good Mr Stanley. I guess it's time, your double is done and let me get this," she said looking for an item shuffling in one of her drawers. She pulled something that looked like a scanner gun. She pulled it to your cock. She pulled the trigger and a red light traced along the head of your small cock and a burning sensation ensued.

You flinched and grunted: "Ummh... What was that?" You asked, bringing your hands to your crotch.

"Just burning the glue of the petals of the limp flower," she explained calmly. She then got her thumb and forefinger to your cocklet and pulled down on the foreskin. The skin was tiger than two months ago, it gave a bit of resistance before revealing a glan pinker than you ever remember having. On it were the translucent petals. The glove cover finger of the doctor peeled the petal off your glan, one by one. Once the were all peeled off, she pulled on the flower, pulling out the catheter stem like part of the flower. Finally, with a bit of precum on the tip of it, it finally came out entirely. Your cock began to come back alive. The one and a half cocklet inflated and curved upward standing proud at three inches in an incredibly hard state. It throbbed in the air, you began to breathe heavily.

"Doctor... I don't know what'S going on... I'm going to.... Fuck" you whimpered before your little cock erupted and shot ropes after ropes of cum, the first few strings of it falling on Dr Samson face and lips. Her shocked expression finally broke her cold character.

She used a tissue, whipping her face but still her tongue licked up her lip by reflex.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly. You felt embarrassed, but a part of you was happy that you had gotten that involuntary revenge.

She sighed before stating: "I should have expected that... That was the reason I installed the limp flower. Expect your little penis to be overly sensitive for at least the weekend. In the meanwhile," the doctor trailed off again, looking for something in her drawer, pulling out a small tube of lotion marked "Lidocaine". "I'll applied today this and give you this, it's a local anesthetic"

Dr. Samson, with a practiced efficiency that bordered on clinical detachment, squeezed a generous amount of the clear, slightly viscous lotion onto the latex-gloved finger of her left hand. The cool touch of the gel against her glove was the only warning before she reached for your still-erect penis. Her touch, though professional, sent a fresh wave of unexpected sensations through you. It wasn't the raw, electrifying thrill of the ejaculation you had just experienced, but a more subtle, tingling awareness of her proximity and intent.

Her cool gloved fingers gently cradled the base of your throbbing member, her thumb positioned just beneath the head. With slow, deliberate strokes, she began to spread the lidocaine along the shaft, her touch surprisingly tender despite her otherwise detached demeanor. The cool sensation of the gel initially provided a slight contrast to the lingering heat of your recent climax. You watched, fascinated and slightly embarrassed, as her focused gaze remained fixed on her task, her brow furrowed in concentration.

As her fingers reached the incredibly sensitive head of your penis, a fresh wave of sensation, unexpected and potent, surged through you. It was different from the building pressure that led to the first ejaculation, a more localized and intensely pleasurable tingling that seemed to bypass your conscious control. Your breath hitched, and a low groan escaped your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut, a wave of heat flushing your face.

Before you could fully process what was happening, a series of involuntary twitches ran through your pelvic muscles. A small, surprised gasp escaped your throat as you felt the unmistakable sensation of another release building within you. It was smaller this time, less forceful, but undeniably there. A few more involuntary pulses, and a thin stream of clear fluid, tinged slightly white, erupted from the tip of your penis, landing directly onto the back of Dr. Samson's latex-covered hand.

Your eyes snapped open, your face burning with a mixture of shame and a strange, almost bewildered pleasure. Dr. Samson paused her application, her gaze flickered down to her hand for a fleeting moment, and then back up to your face. Her expression remained largely impassive, though you could have sworn you saw a flicker of something -- perhaps surprise, perhaps a hint of... something else? -- in her cold blue eyes.

Without a word, she simply continued her task, spreading the remaining lotion over your penis, her movements as precise and unhurried as before. The initial coolness of the gel began to give way to a gentle warmth, a soothing sensation that spread rapidly through the incredibly sensitive skin of your penis. The throbbing began to subside, replaced by a pleasant, almost luxurious numbness. It wasn't a deadening numbness, but more like a warm, comforting blanket enveloping your most sensitive parts, quieting the overstimulated nerve endings.

You watched as the last of the lotion was absorbed into your skin. The once proud and throbbing member began to soften slightly, not returning to its completely limp state, but settling into a more relaxed, pleasantly numb awareness. The intense sensitivity that had flared just moments ago was now muted, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that extended from the tip of your glans down to the base. It felt... strangely good. A sense of relief washed over you as the lingering tension finally began to dissipate, the warm numbness taking over.

"Now Mr. Stanley, I suggest you apply this every 6 hours for the weekend, if you want to avoid any... accident."

Again, you nodded, indicating you understood. You took the little cream tube with you, feeling free all of sudden. The limp flower was off and the double dosage was finished. Your state would finally stabilize if not even improve a bit.