"One last thing," Dr. Bradford said. "Please lift your skirt and bend forward."
Jon blinked. "Um, okay."
He wrapped his feminine fingers around the edges of the skirt and lifted it up, revealing his white cotton panties. He bent forward like he was bowing. It was a bit awkward. He wondered what the point of it was.
Dr. Bradford stepped around behind him. She hooked a finger under the waistband of Jon's panties and tugged them down. Before he could ask what she was doing, she jabbed a syringe into his left buttock.
"Ouch!" Jon winced. "What was that?"
"A hormone cocktail and muscle relaxant," Dr. Bradford explained. She replaced the panties and gave Jon's butt a pat of finality, indicating he could stand up and drop the skirt. "You will be spending time in close proximity to an attractive female in your age group--your new foster sister--and you need to be able to endure activities that may be sexually stimulating to you without risking the betrayal of your sexual status."
"Wait, what did it do?" Jon was confused and distracted by the reference to a hot new foster sister. Exactly how hot was she? How exactly was she hot? Were they talking big boobs or something else? Normally, such thoughts would be accompanied by a twinge in his nether regions, but things were strangely calm down there.
"No matter how much sexual stimulation you receive, you will be unable to experience an erection," Dr. Bradford clarified. "Think of it as reverse Viagra. This will allow you to maintain your cover while you may be exposed to unknown sexual stimuli."
"Um..." Jon stared down at his crotch, now covered neatly by his skirt. He was grateful to still have a penis to access, but he just lost one of the best benefits of having one. His feminine body was ever encroaching on his masculine pride. "How am I supposed to... you know... masturbate?"
Dr. Bradford scrunched up her face, looking offended. "You get the chance to defend the public as a superhero, allow us to augment your body with the finest of defense technology, and you want to risk the compromise of your secret identity for the opportunity to masturbate?"
Well, when she put it like that, it sounded bad... "No, I'm sorry. That was stupid."
She nodded solemnly. It was stupid. "It will wear off in two weeks. I suppose if you wish and have the free time to do so, you can relieve yourself before you need to receive another shot. Until then, I suggest you concentrate on the mission."
Jon nodded. "I can do that."
Mr. Jones escorted him to a black van, and he driven to his new foster family. The door opened, and Jon stepped out to see a huge mansion rising before him. Wow. He felt like he was Robin about to go live with Batman. He couldn't wait to meet his new family.
Mr. Jones walked him up the expansive walkway to the house and rang the doorbell. A literal Jeeves-type servant answered. "Good evening. The master awaits you in the lounge. May I take your coat?"
Mr. Jones shrugged him off. "I'm not staying, just bringing the girl. Now, Linda, you be a good girl and treat your new daddy with respect."
Jon was annoyed at the infantilizing tone, but he just smiled that stupid smile. "Yes, sir."
Mr. Jones patted Jon's arm affectionately and left him with the servant, who led Jon through a huge hall to the sitting area.
A man--Jon's foster father--sat lazily on a couch. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and sipped a glass of bourbon. When Jon approached, the man set down the glass on the coffee table and rose. "Ah, you must be Linda."
"You must be my--" Jon meant to say 'foster father', but his mental conditioning kicked in, "--new daddy!"
Wait, what the hell? Did they think he was five?
The man looked surprised but pleased at the same time. "You don't have to call me that if you don't want to."
Yeah, if only. "No, I want to. I'm so happy to have a--" Jon tried hard to say 'foster father' this time, "--new daddy."
Damn it!
"Well, I'm flattered, Linda," he said with a laugh. "I'll try to be a very good daddy to my new little girl."
Jon internally grumbled. Of course, outwardly, he simply smiled.
Steps were heard as someone approached them. Jon figured it was the servant until his foster father spoke.
"Ah, that would be your new sister," he said. "She's been so excited since she found out your arrival."
So, this was the girl supposed to be so hot that Jon needed to be made impotent. Jon turned to get a look and froze. Oh, no.
"I. Have. A sister!" Sarah McMillian squealed with enthusiasm. She ran forward and hugged Jon tightly, pressing her large breasts against his own in a big, soft squish that would have turned him rock hard and blown his cover in an instant if he still possessed the ability.
As it was, he just blushed and trembled while his nipples grew hard in his bra. The most that happened in Jon's panties was the release of a few drops of precum that soaked into the cotton. Essentially, he got wet like a girl.
"We're just going to have so much fun!" Sarah cried. "We can share outfits. I can do your makeup. We can talk about boys!"
"That... sounds like... a great time," Jon forced out. His automatic smile saved him for once. He snuck a glance at Sarah's bosom and felt another spike of girly arousal, heating his cheeks and dampening his panties. "I'm... looking forward to it."
Oh, shit. This was going to be torture, wasn't it?
