James held the scapel close to his new E-cup chest. He came out this morning for a simple dental check-up, oblivious to the hell he was about to descend into. How could he have known the dentist was a psychopathic gender reassignment surgeon? He could barely stop the fucker when the anesthesia wore off and found the "dentist" finishing up the last sew on his new breasts. Any longer, the "dentist" would've gone to his sausage. By the time he managed to get off the chair, the fucker had long since fled, and shut off all the lights in the building, leaving James alone, naked, and very, very angry.
James gripped the scapel tight in his hands. The things he'd do when he sees that "dentist"; he kept it off his imagination, as he wished to savour them in full when the moment arises. He wandered into a dark corridor and made a turn.
There the "dentist" stood, staring at a dead-end, his back turned against James. He gulped, seeing the instrument of his torment standing just shy of a few feet away from him. He dropped down to a crouch and snuck behind the "dentist", one patient step at a time. The fucker was now inches before him. James drew the scapel to a backhanded grip and rose up to the fucker's neck. With full force, he stabbed the scapel downwards.
The "dentist" caught James' arm just before the blade made contact. James was thrown off guard, only for him to realize the "dentist" had worn his coat backwards, and was facing him the whole time. Before he could react, the "dentist" slithered behind him, disarming the scapel from his hand as he aimed a syringe on his neck, poking the tip against his skin.
James wasn't a medical major, but he knew that whatever was in that syringe would be worse than a fresh pair of knockers.
"You won't... get me," James gritted his teeth, "I'm a man in spirit, then, now and always..."
The "dentist" snickered behind James' ear, "That's what they all say."
The needle stabbed into his neck, jamming whatever contents there was inside straight into his veins.
James collapsed onto the cold, tiled floors, robbed of his strength.
As a last ditch effort for a struggle, he muttered, "I still... got my cock..."
"Don't worry," the dentist retreated away from James, disappearing into the darkness, "You won't need it, Janus."
James tried to scream in retort, but all that came out of his mouth was, "Ahn~~~<3"