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dartnet · 08-15-2016

The Island of Dr Domingo
By Dartnet

July 22, 1872:

My name is Emma Hoyle and I am on the most desperate journey of my short life, I look at the grey mass on the horizon of the ferry I am riding. My mind starts to drift when I am snapped back in to reality by the boatman. "Not many go this way. I know it's not my place but there are a lot of dark rumors about that so called doctor. What business do you have there?" He asks looking up at me. The top of his head only reaches my chin like most men do now. "I know the bad reputation of Professor Domingo. But the good professor is the only expert in treating my condition." I replied.

"Professor!?!" He sputtered. "In all my days I would never call that wo..." I then interrupted him. "Good sir! I need not be told who I can and can not see in regards to my medical needs." I was struggling to keep calm, because I knew the more I become upset the worse my condition became. The boatman turned back to the steering wheel and said. "I meant no offense." I turned back to watching the island get ever closer, and lost my self into thought.

After about ten minutes I noticed a slight tightness in my shoes. I had just purchased this current pair less than a week ago. My feet and hands were always the first to grow. I looked at my gloved hand and made a fist. The glove felt a bit tight. My heart sank at the though of an acceleration of my condition caused stomach squirmed in my corset.

"Land ho!" the boatman cried as we approached the shore. The island was a dull gray with clumps of sparsely leaved trees. On the shore there was a small dock with 2 women standing upon it. They were dressed in the drab black and white of maids. I noted to myself that it was quite odd that maids and not a coachman were dispatched to help me with my luggage. Beyond the dock was a coach upon it was a rather smallish coachman. The boatman pulled up to the dock with precision of a Swiss Clockmaker. I am able to get out of the ferry with out much assistance.

The boatman places my luggage on the dock and I proceed to the coach as the two maids pass me to fetch my bags. As I approach the coach I realize the coachmen was in fact a coachwoman. She gets down from her perch and opens the door for me. I now no longer require assistance to get inside,

Once inside I find to my annoyance that I have very little legroom. I sigh it is just another challenge I must now face. The maids and the coachwoman lode the luggage on the carriage and then take there place on the outside of the carriage giving me room to sit. I wonder what will become of me....

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dartnet Process Master Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 855	[Story] The Island of Dr Domingo (Female Growth, Shrinking, MtF TG and more) The Island of Dr Domingo By Dartnet July 22, 1872: My name is Emma Hoyle and I am on the most desperate journey of my short life, I look at the grey mass on the horizon of the ferry I am riding. My mind starts to drift when I am snapped back in to reality by the boatman. "Not many go this way. I know it's not my place but there are a lot of dark rumors about that so called doctor. What business do you have there?" He asks looking up at me. The top of his head only reaches my chin like most men do now. "I know the bad reputation of Professor Domingo. But the good professor is the only expert in treating my condition." I replied. "Professor!?!" He sputtered. "In all my days I would never call that wo..." I then interrupted him. "Good sir! I need not be told who I can and can not see in regards to my medical needs." I was struggling to keep calm, because I knew the more I become upset the worse my condition became. The boatman turned back to the steering wheel and said. "I meant no offense." I turned back to watching the island get ever closer, and lost my self into thought. After about ten minutes I noticed a slight tightness in my shoes. I had just purchased this current pair less than a week ago. My feet and hands were always the first to grow. I looked at my gloved hand and made a fist. The glove felt a bit tight. My heart sank at the though of an acceleration of my condition caused stomach squirmed in my corset. "Land ho!" the boatman cried as we approached the shore. The island was a dull gray with clumps of sparsely leaved trees. On the shore there was a small dock with 2 women standing upon it. They were dressed in the drab black and white of maids. I noted to myself that it was quite odd that maids and not a coachman were dispatched to help me with my luggage. Beyond the dock was a coach upon it was a rather smallish coachman. The boatman pulled up to the dock with precision of a Swiss Clockmaker. I am able to get out of the ferry with out much assistance. The boatman places my luggage on the dock and I proceed to the coach as the two maids pass me to fetch my bags. As I approach the coach I realize the coachmen was in fact a coachwoman. She gets down from her perch and opens the door for me. I now no longer require assistance to get inside, Once inside I find to my annoyance that I have very little legroom. I sigh it is just another challenge I must now face. The maids and the coachwoman lode the luggage on the carriage and then take there place on the outside of the carriage giving me room to sit. I wonder what will become of me.... __________________ .