The Reassignment Clinic, Volume 7: Exposing Herself

By Melissa Miranti

Olivia Flanagan had always been crippled by her anxieties. Her body had grown quickly when she was younger, and the teasing that she had endured ever since she hit puberty had driven her to never truly accept her own sexual side. Her mind was always filled with fear and rejection for herself and her body, and when she did give in to her own lusts, it was never a good experience. The Reassignment Clinic is here to help. With the expertise of Doctor Tanner, Olivia may just be able to get over her anxieties, and become the exhibitionist she was meant to be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa Miranti
• Release date: Apr 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463157879

Melissa Miranti

About the AuthorMelissa Miranti is a bisexual Brooklyn-based erotica writer. She has been writing erotica since she was younger than she’d like to admit, but began publishing in early 2016. She lives with her wife, who generously indulges her myriad fetishes. She hopes that you enjoy her stories, and by all means, do enjoy them thoroughly. You can even commission your own story!

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The Reassignment Clinic Volume 7: Exposing Herself

By Melissa Miranti

Hello, and welcome to the Sexuality Reassignment Clinic. Do you have an appointment? Karen asked the young woman entering the door. Karen could tell that the person she had just greeted was nervous, something that was common when entering the Clinic, and alone, something that was uncommon.

Um, hi. Sorry to bother you, but, um, yes, I have an appointment here, she said, her voice feathery and light, much like her body. At least that was the case for most of her body. Her small frame gave off the impression that she would be rail-thin in every way, though her large breasts dispelled that idea rather quickly. Her clothing was thick, as if she was trying to hide her curves underneath sweaters, but all she actually succeeded in doing was making herself overheated.

What time, miss…? Karen asked, typing away.

12:15, or something like that. I’m not even sure if you can do what I’m asking for… She said.

I’ll also need your name, Karen said.

Oh, um, it’s Olivia, Olivia introduced herself. Is that enough? I mean, I don’t know how many people you get in here.

That’s fine, Karen said. She looked Olivia up and down, trying to take note of more than just Olivia’s impressive bustline. Her hair was brown and done in a fashion so as to hide as much of her face as possible. Her glasses were thick-framed, hiding behind them brilliant green eyes. Karen wondered why a girl like her would possibly want to hide so much of her beauty behind such obvious impediments, but she had a feeling something would explain why she didn’t want attention.

There was an uncomfortably long pause as Karen made sure that Olivia was in fact set up for an appointment. It was long enough for even the awkward would-be patient to speak up if only to