"Robin?" I snapped my fingers a few times; 'she' knew the deal.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
Frantic scurrying could be heard from the staircase, "Y-Yes, Anon!"
There wasn't an ounce of warmth in my tone as I addressed the young femboy, "Did you take your estradiol today?"
Robin's eyes widened, a flash of contemplation before the stuttering started, "I...I may have–"
"You may have what?"
"Forgotten."
Her head drooped, eyes obscured by an auburn bob. My pet knew better than to miss taking her 'vitamins' or to be frank, estrogen. Conditioning her had taken a great deal of work on my end and it showed; I didn't even need to open my mouth for Robin to realize the severity of her mistake.
She collapsed, "S-Sir! I-I-I...I'll take d-double! triple! Just don't be upset with me..."
That dark tank top and a pair of striped panties were all that covered her pail, weak body; arms and thighs were lined with self-inflicted scarring. Like a wounded puppy she clung to me.
"Oh, so now you're making demands? Telling me whether to be upset or not?"
Voice steady and calm, it didn't take a berating for her to prostrate herself.
"N-No! Never!"
"We'll see, luckily I'm in a good mood," I caressed her cheek, running my thumb along her soft lips, "How will you make it up to me?"