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Subject: Repost TG: Alice (1/1) (a differnt one this time)
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Hi.
An all american boy lost his parents and got as the guardian his
aunt. This sounds awfully familiar.
As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
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Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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Alice
Hi, my name is Alice, I'm 16 years old, I used to be a boy.
I used to have short hair, now my hair is blonde and reaches the middle of
my back.
I used to wear pants, now I wear skirts and blouses.
I used to have a flat chest, now I have to wear a bra to hold my breasts.
I used to be able to pee standing up, now I must sit down and wipe my pussy
afterwards.
You ask, "How come?". Well, that is a long story and the reason for my
writing.
Two years ago, nothing like this had even crossed my mind. I lived with my
parents in a nice middle class home in a nice middle class neighborhood.
I was no jock, but I played a little tennis and generally hung around with
my friends.
Then, one day, my world shattered. I was called to the principal's office,
to find my (wealthy) aunt waiting for me.
She explained that my parents had been just killed in a car accident, and
she had come immediately over to pick me up and to be with me.
After the funeral, she explained that I would be going over to live with her
at the end of the school year, but since there was only one month left of
school, she would move into my parents' home and live with me until we could
move back to her home after the last exams.
My aunt was my only other living relative and I was very pleased, through my
sorrow, to learn that she cared so much for me.
All went well for the first few days, although, I kind of questioned why she
asked that I spend all my non school hours at home. At the time, I did not
even question the small pills that she started giving me (to help with my
grief) morning and evening.
The week after I went back to school, I was a little sick to my stomach and
told aunty (that is how she wanted to be called), and she gave me a little
syroup to help with the nausea.
Later that week was when I began to notice little changes in me. At first,
I was not too concerned and even thought they might be related to my grief.
The first one I remember was that my voice which had just begun to crack a
month or so previously, now remained high and clear.
Then came an irritation on my nipples which were very sore and itchy.
After that, and the first thing which made me bring these to the attention
of aunty, was a "different" feeling when I masturbated. I had just begun
doing it about a year or so previously, but had already become a master at
the craft.
The "different" feeling had to do with nothing coming out when I had the
release, and also, it seemed that I could keep going several times when,
before I could only do it once before resting.
It was very embarrassing to tell aunty of this, but I felt I had to,
besides, she had already talked to me a little about sex and the differences
between boys and girls.
When I explained what was happening, she told me that these things were
normal, and that I probaby would feel several other changes, but that I
shouldn't worry. She did ask me to take my shirt off and to show her my
nipples. She took quite an interest in these and probed and poked quite a
bit.
That night, she came to my bedroom as I had just gone to bed, and brought me
a "girls'" nightie and told me to put it on to help with the irritation.
She also rubbed a very nice-smelling cream on both of my nipples, this felt
cool and nice, but actually did very little for my tenderness. The
nightgown did help since the material was very soft and slippery as compared
to my old pajamas.
A few days later, the tenderness spread to my penis, I remember not being
able to manipulate it to masturbate, and then even to go to the bathroom,
holding it was quite uncomfortable. When I reported this, aunty made me
take my clothes off and had me replace my underpants with girls' panties.
This made things better, but not altogether well. She then advised that I
sit down to pee so that I would not have to touch myself while standing.
That evening she told me that she had an appointment with a doctor for me
for the following day.
The next day, I put on one of the new panties she had bought for me as
well as a girl's vest which matched the material of the panties. I felt
awkward having the doctor see me in girl's underwear, but she explained that
the doctor had been the one to recomend using these.
When we arrived at the doctor's office, we saw a girl sitting very quietly
with her mother, this girl was sewing something on a piece of cloth, and
seemed very interested in what she was doing.
Then the nurse came out and called out for Pat, and the girl and her mom
went in.
A little while later, the nurse came and called my name, and asked aunty and
I to go into a small room, and asked aunty to undress me completely and to
put a very light nightgown on me.
After a while, the nurse came in and started asking aunty some questions and
asked me to get on a scale and after checking my weight and height, she
brought out a tape measure and started taking measurements of every part of
my body.
Afterwards, she asked me to lie down on a strange table and to relax.
I had just started to relax, when Dr Joyce came in. She was the prettiest
woman I had ever seen, with beautiful green eyes and red hair. She was very
nice right from the start and made me feel very much at ease.
She came over and helped me to take the nightgown off and started to take
some of the measurements over again.
The most embarrassing one was when she took my small penis in her hand and
started looking very closely at it, lifting it and bending it. But, as much
as she handled it, nothing seemed to happen to it, even though it felt very
nice. Then she started poking and feeling in my balls every once in a while
letting out a small hmmm.
After that, she moved to my chest, and I was very surprised when she cupped
the breast and a lot of flesh was accumulated in her hand. She gave a
pleased exclamation.
Then she reached a shelf behind her and picked up a syringe and reassured me
that she had the softest touch when she saw my scared expession. I needn't
have worried, because, when I asked her when she was going to start, she
told me that she had already finished.
After the shot, she stayed with us and started explaining some things which
I did not understand and some which were a little startling. Like when she
told aunty to throw out all my old underwear and pajamas and to go shopping
for some more girl's undies, including some training bras.
When we left the doctor's office that afternoon, my aunt took me to the
local mall and we went to my favorite department store and right up to the
pre-teen girl's department. I felt a little out of place, but soon aunty
had me feeling at ease showing me different designs and colors.
That night, I had a very pleasant dream, like when I used to have a wet
dream, only this time, I did not wake up wet, I didn't even feel that my
penis was hard, but it was a very nice feeling nevertheless.
The next morning, saturday, I voiced to aunty my misgivings at going dressed
like this to school, with girl's underwear, but since it was only two weeks
before school ended, she told me that she had gotten an ok for me to miss
gym class, and that was the only chance of being discovered, other than
going to the bathroom, and I would have to go to a stall to sit down anyway,
and it would look like I was doing Number 2.
In order to make me feel more comfortable, she asked me to wear a very
pretty dress around the house so that I wouldn't have the pants rubbing and
making me feel uncomfortable. I must admit that it did make me feel very
good not having the pants rubbing me, but it was a little strange having to
watch how I sat, as aunty had taught me, so that I wouldn't show my nice new
undies.
After this, whenever I was home, I would wear one of the nice dresses that
aunty was buying me.
The irritation in my groin was getting a little better at this time, but I
started to notice that my penis was now the size of a pencil eraser and
would not get any bigger, no matter what I did. Also, when I touched my
balls, I was shocked to find just the limp sack with nothing inside. At
this point I ran to aunty who reasured me that all was going to be OK, and
that we would be visiting the doctor again tomorrow.
For this visit, I was wearing a very pretty yellow set of panties and
matching training bra which was quite full with my flesh. Again, I went
searching for my missing balls only to find the limp sack and nothing else.
When we arrived at the doctors' office, we found Pat and her mother sitting
in the waiting room, but this time we were called ahead of them.
When Dr Joyce came into the little room, she asked me to take off all my
clothes, and when I was down to my panties and bra, she asked me to turn
around and commented on how nice I looked, this made me feel very strange.
Dr Joyce then started telling me about what was happening to me. She called
it something like Gender Reversal Hysteria and that it had to do with the
grief I had unergone. She had known about it from the beginning when she
had first spoken to aunty about me, and she was giving me some medicine to
move the process along since it cannot be reversed. Then she told me that
Pat, the girl outside was undergoing the same changes, only she was further
advanced, I could not believe it, but she called Pat into the room and left
us alone to talk.
Pat explained that she had suffered the loss of her sister and started
describing the same symptoms that I had experienced. In her case, however,
the doctor had already performed small surgery to change what was left of
her penis into a girls' vagina. At this point, she raised her dress and
lowered her panties and opened her legs so that I could take a close look,
Boy! is this the way I am going to look? It really looks interesting with
everything all tucked inside and nothing showing except a pretty little
slit.
By the time school was over, my hair had grown quite long and aunty told me
that we were going to a stylist that afternoon and would be undergoing some
canges in my hair.
When we arrived at the beauty shop, I was feeling strange because aunty
had insisted that I wear a dress. The girls at the beauty shop were quite
nice and did not make me feel out of place.
Marie, was assigned to me and we immediately became friends. She took me to
a room at the back and asked me to take off my dress as she was going to
give me a smock instead so it would not be ruined.
I remember standing there in my panties and training bra in front of Marie,
the only other person beside my aunty and the nurse and doctor to see me in
these new undies.
Making conversation, Marie told me that she knew about me and that I was
going to love the chages happening to me. At this time, I really did not
know what she was talking about, but it made me feel very good.
Marie made me feel very much at ease at the Beauty Shop, she kept
commenting on how full and long my hair was. This was the first time I
noticed that my hair had indeed grown totally out of proportion for a boy.
When I was down to my panties and training bra, Marie suggested that I take
them off since the smock she was going to give me was going to cover me in
those places anyway, and there was no sense in possibly soiling such pretty
undies.
As I stood totally naked in front of Marie, she kept commenting on how
pretty I looked and that I would be so much better off being a girl. This
kind of talk still scared me, because I still saw myself as a boy and kept
hoping for a solution to my problem.
She had me hop onto a table similar to the one at Dr.Joyce's office and had
me place my feet on the stirrups. She then opened them and with them, my
legs and started placing some cream in the area.
At the same time a wash basin was placed behind my head and she started
washing my hair and placing some lotions on it.
After a while she took me to a chair and facing me away from any mirrors,
started working on my hair, snipping and combing.
At the end of the morning, she turned my chair to face the mirror and, I
couldn't believe my eyes. There was a very pretty girl staring at me from
the mirror. Her hair was a golden blond and her face was very lightly made
up.
She then had me standup and take my smock off and staring at me from between
my legs was not the light patch of very dark hair and the penis sticking out
of it, but a patch of golden blond hair matching my head and there was
nothing at all sticking out, as a matterof fact, I had to do a lot of
digging to find my now miniscule penis and the empty sack behind it.
Marie then went with me to the dressing room and explained that what had
been used was a new type of hair dye, actually a hair color changer, because
it not only changed the color of the hairs, but also the follices so that
the new hair growing out would be blond, I was now a blond forever. My
hair, she explained was left pretty much straight, because it was so full
that it would look much better straight, the only thing she would do would
be touch it up so that it grew evenly.
After getting dressed, there was no more disguising that I was anything but
a girl, so aunty decided we would go celebrate by having my ears pierced at
a jewelry and having permanent rings placed in the holes.
At the store, aunty selected a beautiful set of diamond studs and we went to
the back room where I was told to sit at this chair while the attendant went
to get a device that looked very much like a gun. Fist, she rubbed some ice
on one ear lobe, then placed the ear lobe in the gun and, when I heard a
hiss, I felt a little sting (not too bad), then she placed the stud into the
hole and put some liquid in the backing of the stud and proceeded to place
it on the stud. The procedure was repeated with the other ear, then aunty
told me that in order for me not to lose the earrings, they had used a new
process of chemically welding the backing of the stud to it, so that I would
never be able to take these earrings off.
This announcement was quite startling, because I still harbored hopes of
being able to return to my (normal) self, but little by little, all these
steps were taking me away froom my boyhood into my newfound girlhood.
That evening as I was getting myself ready for bed, I stood in front of
the mirror and as I started undressing, I surveyed all that had happened or
was being done to me.
On the outside, there was absolutely no trace of my former gender, I could
really pass anywhere for a girl, as a matter of fact, I think I would not be
able to pass for a boy.
I took my top off and I could see the swelling breast tissue under my pretty
training bra. I took this off and closely surveyed the damage: These were
definitely the breasts of a young girl, this was no male chest, I could not
go to the beach without a top any more. My nipples were very hard and still
quite sore and sensitive. The breasts were very small, but very conical in
shape, and the areolas were very light pink. No vestige of my male nipples
could be seen.
Then came my pleated skirt, and there I stood in nothing but a pretty yellow
pair of panties. I opened my legs a bit and could not discern anything
between them, as a matter of fact, the crotch of my panties was quite flat
and stretched. I could feel myself getting turned on by the sight, however,
there was no movement or growth in that area.
When I took my panties off, I saw a small triangle of very soft downy hair a
beautiful golden color, matching my new gold head of hair perfectly.
I ran my fingers through the downy hair and after a bit of digging, found a
little lump the size of a pencil eraser where there once had proudly stood a
penis. Looking further back, I came across the little sack that once had
held my balls, this now stood completely empty, and had shrivelled so that I
had to pull at it to even be able to recognize it as what it once had been.
Getting close to the mirror, I could see my face and how soft it had gotten.
I was too young to have started growing a beard, but even the peach fuzz
that had once delighted me with its growth had now disappeared.
My now golden hair covered my ears a little, but I could see through it the
shiny little specks of my newly installed permanent ear rings, these were to
be my constant reminders of the complete effemination that had taken place
in my body.
I was still standing in front of the mirror staring and surveying the
damage, when aunty wandered into the bedroom. She looked at me standing
naked in front of the mirror and smiled, then she came to me and handed me
my tiny little pills to take. Then she brought me my soft silken nightie
and helped me put it on.
Then she took me to my bed and started talking soothingly to me.
Since the school year was over, all that was left of my male clothes was
going to be packed away and given to the Salvation Army tomorrow morning on
our way to her house. Our old house had been sold at a profit, and the
proceeds of the sale together with the insurance settlement had been placed
aside for me to have at the time I became 21 years old.
My name was being changed by a lawyer friend of hers to Alice, and my birth
certificate as well as school records would show nothing but my new name and
gender.
That night, I did not sleep too well, considering it was my last night as
myself. I kept thinking of what would happen and how it was going to
happen, and all other implications that would come from my changing from
Allan to Alice in every possible way.
When I thought of my sex life, both past and future, I started to get some
of the old feelings back in my groin area, but when I touched down there, I
could not feel any enlargement in my old penis, possibly a hardness but
totally without any enlargement. This was intriguing, but felt very
pleasurable and the feeling of release I felt at the appropriate time
equalled or bettered the feelings I had back when...
The next morning, I woke up as Allan for the last time. I took off my
nightgown and packed it in the suitcase that aunty had packed the previous
day.
I then went to the bathroom and sat down to pee, I was now getting used to
it and seldom stood in front of the toilet unthinkingly any more.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I put on my panties and bra, is
it just my idea or are my breasts growing yet faster?
As I stood in my bra and panties, auntie came in and told me to hurry up,
that we had a long and busy day ahead of us, she then hugged me and told me
that I looked very pretty. For some reason, this made me feel very good.
Once dressed in a pretty pastel pink dress, and my hair combed, I finished
packing the rest of my things into a box, there would be no more playing
with my guns or baseball or any of the other boy toys that I had accumulated
during my life, these would now go to some poor boy somewhere. From now on,
aunty explained, I would be playing with dolls and playing house etc.
Going over all the rooms in the house to say goodbye, I felt like I was now
burying myself after I had just buried my parents. There would be no more
Allan, it would be Alice from now on. But I was really beginning to get
used to the idea and liking it.
What would my old friends think of what was happening to me?
One last look and we were on our way, Allan had disappeared, Alice had just
been born.
Our first stop was at the grocery store parking lot holding the Salvation
Army drop off station, aunty helped me to carry the boxes over and to place
them inside. Now I was really a girl, I had nothing at all to fall back on.
After this, we stopped for the scheduled appointment with the doctor. While
waiting outside, a lady with a child came in, the child looked like a boy,
but on closer inspecton, I could detect some signs of differences.
Just then the nurse called for Alice, and I went in to the examining room.
By now, I knew the routine, take everything off and put on the silky gown
and lie down on the strange table with my feet in the stirrups.
When the doctor walked in, she complimented me on how my looks were
improving and on how the changes to my body were really an improvement.
Before giving me my shot, she pulled up the gown and examined me. First,
the breasts, she said that now I should probably be wearing a 32A bra and
that it probably wasn't going to stop there. She took my tender tissue in
her hand and kind of massaged, she said she was feeling for lumps, and told
me that I should be doing this monthly from now on.
She then moved to my groin area,and told me that it was coming right along,
saying something about the "chemical castration" had almost been finished.
She also said that my penis was now technically a clitoris, that it would
never grow even though it would get hard if stimulated.
She then gave me my shot and as I was getting dressed, told me that there
was another boy going through the transition that Pat and I had been going
through, she then smiled and said that the boy was out in the waiting room
and would I mind speaking to him/her to reassure her. I agreed.
After I finished getting dressed, I went to see this new girl in another
examining room.
The doctor introduced her as Lydia and then suggested leaving us alone for a
little while to get acquainted.
As we sat there, I noticed that Lydia was a little withdrawn and shy, so I
decided to tell her my story in the hopes that she would do the same. She
did, but her story turned out to be a bit different than mine.
Apparently, her dad had died about four years ago, and she was left with her
mother and three older siters. Being the only male in the family presented
some problems, so the sisters decided to make him into one of them. The
mother agreed, because she was very weak willed and the sisters had gotten
away with anything they wanted.
At first, the conversion consisted of the sisters dressing him as one of
them whenever he was at home. The outfis were very realistic, and they kept
commenting on how good 'she' looked.
Then came the pills (the same ones I was taking) and from then things
started changing very quickly to the point that they brought him to this
doctor to accomplish the final changes.
The fact that Lydia had been taking the same pills as I, made me a bit
suspicious, so I decided to ask aunty about this some time in the future.
Lydia asked me how it felt, and I had to agree that it really felt very
good, I even showed her my new titties and let her touch and feel them.
Saying good bye and god luck to her, I joined my aunt and the doctor in her
office, just in time to say good bye.
(To be continued)
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