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Hi folks - A NEW multi-part Transgender story ! 
(Posted with written permission from the author!)

Enjoy!
Sapphire
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All the Warnings to Minors are in effect. There are parts that some
feel could corrupt your young minds.

----The Story Follows----------------------------------------
Chapter 8


     But this brought up a lot of new problems.  My family, my
friends, what would I tell them now that I could.

     I decided to tackle that head on.  I went to the phone in the
study, dialed 1 312 555-1212 and got Chicago information and asked
her for the phone number of the my sister, Carolyn Hardy in Glenview
Illinois. The number was soon relayed and I was listening to the ring
on the other end.

     "Hello, this is the Hardy residence, Carolyn speaking."

     "Carolyn, this is your brother on the line."    

     I heard my much higher pitched voice and knew she wouldn't
believe me.  So I added, "I mean this is your bothers girl friend
speaking."

     Carolyn was immediately quite receptive and answered,
"Kathy, it that you.  How have you been.  I have been meaning to call
you but haven't gotten around to it."

     "No, this is Patricia, and Carolyn, don't speak for a moment. 
I have to tell you something that will nearly fry your brain.
Patrick, your bother has had a terrible thing happen to him.  No, he
isn't dead, or even hurting too much at the moment.  But
unfortunately, I have some fairly disturbing news."

     Carolyn immediately exclaimed, "What is wrong with my little
brother.  Please tell me right now."

     I answered her, hating my self every moment.  "Carolyn,  this
is probably the most difficult thing I have ever had to say in my
life.  My name is not Patricia.  My name as Patrick James Browning,
your brother who is now your sister.  Carolyn, I am your brother in a
female body, complete with female voice, large breasts, a vulva,
vagina and a complete implant of the female sex organs.  Carolyn, I am
now a girl, just like you."

     "Patrick, this can't be you.  You said you were Patricia, not
Patrick."  Then a long pause, "Patrick, what is wrong?"

     "Carolyn, I have had a sex change.  I am now completely
female.  This was not of my choosing but forced on me. And I never
took an around the  world sabbatical. In fact, I spent nearly three
months of my life in a medical clinic during the transition,
unconscious during the entire ordeal.  But it is for real.  I am now
your sister, not your brother."

     There was nothing on the line for a minute or so.  Then
Carolyn responded, "Patrick or Patricia or what ever, I don't believe
you.  Let me think a moment.  I know, tell me what happened in Ames
when we were much younger, something about me and my doll."

     "Easy", I answered, "I was just giving your didy doll a ride on
my shoulders when I dropped it and broke it's head in.  That an
adequate answer?"

     "Yes, that is an adequate answer, but I still don't believe it. 
How did this occur and how much of a girl are you really?"

     "Carolyn, I am sitting her talking to you with pantyhose over my
panties,  which again is covered by a short half slip.  My bra I have
on is pushing up my breasts so they almost spill over this summer
frock I am wearing.  My hair is down my back, half way to my ass, and
inside of all of this feminine crap is a vulva containing my vagina,
my clitoris and the outlet of my urethra and no penis or balls. And I
have been told that the vagina is connected to a working and viable
uterus which in turn is connected by two fallopian tubes to two
ovaries.  Believe me Carolyn, I am now a girl and not too happy about
it."

     "I was kidnaped and the sexual transformation was done over
a period of nearly three months of which I remember nothing.  I just
woke up two days ago and I was changed.  Changed from a normal
male in to what appears to be a completely normal female.  My hair
is very long down my back, I have big boobs, and an slit in my pubic
area where my penis used to reside.  Believe me, I am a girl.  I don't
like it but I have to accept it.  Now my current problem  is how to
let our parents know.  I am counting on your support.  Look, maybe I
should come and visit you.  We can talk about our common childhood
and you will be convinced.  Then we can discuss this problem of mine
in a more rational way.  What do you think?"

     "Ok", she replied.  "But what do I tell me husband and kids? 
That their Uncle Pat is now Aunt Pat?"

     "Don't tell them anything for now.  Just say I am your cousin. 
Besides, I can't come to Chicago for a couple of weeks because I am
enrolled in a modeling school starting Monday morning.   Ostensibly,
this will be to teach me how to live and act as a female.  I am going
to try the school for a few days, maybe longer, depending on how it
goes."

     "Carolyn, this is really a weird feeling, having the mind and
mentality of a man but having the body and sexual organs of a
female.  Right now I am dressed as a female and feel quite like the
flaming homosexual.  Carolyn, I have always been heterosexual and
despise this feeling.  But in reality, I now am a homosexual, a female
homosexual or a lesbian.  I still like girls, especially, Kathy my
true
love.  I don't know if I can live with this new change in my life,
that is
why I agreed to the modeling course.  There I will be with all girls,
learning about grooming and posture and all that kind of stuff.  I am
just hoping that a couple of weeks of schooling will help me adapt to
this hated body I now inhabit.  It certainly can't get any worse."

     "Pat, just relax", Carolyn responded.  "Being a girl isn't all
that
bad, in fact I have always sort of enjoyed it.  I would much rather be
a girl than a man.  Most men are so insensitive and self centered. 
Woman are much nicer.  I think that you can learn to enjoy your new
sex.  And although I hate to lose an only brother, I really think we
can
be much closer as sisters."

     I answered, "Well I hope so, but I doubt it.  But you need your
sleep and I have to get organized.  I will call again in a week or so.

Thanks for talking to me as I needed to hear a friendly non-
condemning voice.  I love you Carolyn and hope to see you soon."

     Carolyn just said, "I love you too, Patricia and I wish you the
best."

     We hung up the phones and I just sat there and contemplated
my conversation.  Carolyn was a jewel and had been very helpful to
this mixed up guy.  Then feeling my hair falling down around my face,
I adjusted that to 'this mixed up girl'.  Or girl/guy or what ever.

     I went into the bedroom and slowly undressed, hanging up and
putting away all the feminine finery I had been wearing the entire
day.  Nude, I didn't feel any better as I was even more obviously
female.  Oh what the hell, I found the nighty I had worn the evening
before and put it on, and then pulled my long hair around, removed the
ribbons and braid from my head and brushed it out for three or four
minutes. Then I had a stoke of genius.  If I put the hair in a loose
braid, it should be much easier to brush out in the morning.  Rapidly,
I separated the hair at the nape of my neck into three bands and put
in a loose braid which only took a minute or so, once I got the hang
of keeping the various hanks of hair separated.   I found a rubber
band, fastened the ends, and let it drop down my back.  I would find
out in the morning if it did any good.

     In the bathroom, I found some cold cream and spread it over
my face and then used tissue to remove all of the makeup I had
applied that morning.  After taking my required pills, I got into bed
where I pulled up the sheet over my body and contemplated the day.
It was bizarre, this new feeling.  Emotionally and mentally I was
male, but the facts of my physical configuration said otherwise.  And
even though I knew I would never sleep with a man, I still thought of
the possibility of becoming pregnant and having a baby.  I really
could give birth to a child and this thought created a cold chill in
my belly.  This concept was not only abhorrent it was impossible.

     I was lying on my back and could feel the discomfort from the
rather thick braid in the middle of my back.  I pulled it our and laid
in over my breasts and then started playing with the nipple on my
right breast.  This felt very similar as when I was a man, only
better.  I felt the stirring's of feeling in my groin as my nipple and
areola started to tighten up.  I used my other hand on my left breast
and felt more of the same.  I used to even get a hard on when playing
with my own nipples and if a girl did it, it was even more
exhilarating.  Well the same thing was happening to me now, except
obviously, I wasn't getting a hard on although that little stub of
what used to be my penis and was now my clitoris was tingling.   I was
feeling a warm and moist sensation in my groin and felt the pleasure
sort of surge throughout my body.  

     I then moved my right hand down to my clitoris and started to
slowly manipulate that little growth.  I had always thought and
recently read that this was a very sensitive area with woman.  It
turned out to be oh so true.  The clitoris was a literal treasure
trove of sensitive nerve endings.  What the hell, it was what remained
of my penis, an ever sensitive sexual organ.  I seemed to be getting
just a little hot and over sexed and now felt the desire for something
to penetrate my vagina.  I first used one finger and then two and
finally three and slowly massaged the membranes in a motion that had
to be quite similar to the penetration caused by a male penis.  

     My left hand was still on my left breast and the combination
was starting to really have an effect on my emotions and physical
senses.  I started to undulate my hips in time with the reciprocating
motion of my fingers and I was feeling this slow warmth of sexual
excitement envelop my entire body from my toes to my forehead.  At
first it didn't seem as intensive as that which I had felt as a male,
masturbating in bed at night, but it was so much more pervasive, and
then slowly, the intensity built until I was nearly beside my self
with self induced passion.  Finally it peaked, not in the explosive
way of the male, but more of a feeling of complete well being and
total exhilaration.  Then slowly it subsided and I quit and let my
hands fall idle.

     It took nearly five minutes for my body to return to normal and
I was still excited by the possibilities of this experience.  I might
never experience sex as a male again, but this type of sex seemed to
be sort of an adequate trade.  It was nearly a blissful feeling just
knowing that I could still experience the joys and ecstasy of sex now
that I was a woman.

     However, I suspected that with a man, it could possibly even
better, but that was an emotional and mental impossibility.  I didn't
even like to be touched by other men, let alone achieving any
intimacy.  It was a conundrum that appeared to have no solution.

     I considered trying to do it again, but sleep got the better of
me and I drifted off to sleep while I was contemplating this event.


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