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 Hi folks - A NEW multi-part Transgender story ! 

Enjoy!
Sapphire
Sapphire's Place TG Fiction Archive
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( http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire )

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

----The Story Follows----------------------------------------
Chapter 2

 May 1993
     Day One

Waking Up Female
     Tuesday, May 4th

     I barely opened my eyes only to discover that it was
morning. I was disoriented and I felt something like an alien in a
strange country.  I was lying on my side, my eyes barely open, but I
noticed that I wasn't in my own room.  I saw a flowered wallpaper
print and a door in front of my eyes.  I was starting  to reason that
I
must have really laid one on last night and was beginning to
wonder where I was when I drifted off again.

     I was having strange dreams, weird dreams about pain and
suffering.  My mind seemed to remember lying in a bed in a
hospital or something quite similar, then on a table with a mask
over my face.  I had delusions of hearing voices.  "It is sort of a
shame, he is such a nice looking guy."  "The change in his face is
truly remarkable." "Boy, is he in for a surprise when he wakes up." 
"Amazing what they did with her hands."  "She is going to be one
built broad."  "Oh, that hair, I just wish mine was just a little bit
like
it." "It is difficult to remember what she used to look like."  "Hook
her up and keep her exercising."  And then there was the muddled
memory of pain, great pain.  Pain in my hands, my feet, my face,
my chest, and my groin.  I broke out in a sweat and slowly became
somewhat aware again.   But just half awake, my mind was
plagued with confused memories of people looking at me,
examining me, and talking about me.  "It looks like the transplant's
took. Maybe we have an incipient mother." "God, she is going to be
a beautiful girl, and well endowed too."  "With this job, she will
think that it is her own hair."  I couldn't talk back and didn't even
try.

     I slowly came back to consciousness and rolled over on my
back and looked at the ceiling, trying to focus and get my mind
back to reality.  I really felt quite good, just sort of groggy, like
I had
been on a binge the night before, but not an alcoholic binge,
something else, I wasn't quite sure what.  I remembered coming
home last night after work and then nothing.  "Why can't I
remember, what happened after I got home. " I thought.

     I lay there for a minute or so trying to get my bearings when
my hands inadvertently went down to my balls as was normal upon
wakening in the morning. But instantly I was aware of being clad in
something besides my shirt and shorts.  My hands found their way
through the silky feel of my shirt and found no balls to scratch.  In
a
near panic, I felt a moment and failed to discover either my balls or
my dork, just a smooth 'nothingness'.  I was somewhat perplexed.

     Suddenly I was wide awake, threw back the covers and sat
up with a start.  And this movement only made me more bewildered
as long hair fell down over my face and shoulders and I discovered
that I was dressed in a flimsy, filmy night gown that was being
pushed up and out by rather large mounds on my chest.  It only
took me a second or two to deduce that something was decidedly
wrong with my body.

     I pulled the hair away from my eyes and looked down. 
Sitting there I temporarily forgot about my groin and was
mesmerized by the new growths on my chest.   My hands went and
touched these new additions and I soon realized that I had
somehow attained large female breasts which seemed very real
and quite prominent.  And with the long hair hanging down over my
chest, I vocally cried out, "What the hell has happened to me", only
to suddenly realize that my voice had also changed and had
become much higher pitched and smoother with absolutely no
male texture at all. Suddenly more rational, I repeated the phrase,
"What the hell has happened to me", only to realize that indeed,
my voice had changed rather drastically.

     I pulled up the gown and just stared at my groin.  It was
unbelievable.  In place of my balls and dork, my eyes were
focusing on an slit in my groin which were flanked by two small
fleshy mounds that were covered with short soft hair. The opening
appeared to be about three inches long and inside near the top, I
felt a little stub of a growth.  I had enough experience with girls to
realize that I was exploring a females vulva and the little growth
was a clitoris.

     I dropped back down on the bed, breathing quite rapidly,
and tried to get control of myself.  I was thinking, "This just has to
be a bad dream.  I will just lay here, close my eyes and everything
will turn back to normal."  I forced my eyes to close and tried to
fall
asleep again, but no such luck.  I just lay there, rigidly at
attention
with my arms at my sides, not daring to touch either my head, my
chest or my groin.  For an indeterminable time, I remained with my
eyes tightly closed and remembering my normal wake up mode,
but I didn't fall back asleep and somehow knew that I wouldn't.

     I started thinking, "This is just a nightmare, a nightmare that
was stemming from my old day dreams of becoming a women. 
Hell, God knows I wasn't serious, just fantasizing,  but now it was
becoming all too real.  Maybe I have been hypnotized, or given a
dose of hallucinogenic drugs, something to cause this very realistic
delusion.  I tried to remember the last thing I could, and finally
recalled going into my apartment after returning from work, being
grabbed from behind, and feeling a sharp pin prick in my arm. Then
nothing.  That is all I could remember.

     Then the bleary and confused memory of pain and the
impressions of conversations were recalled and all of a sudden
these weird impressions started to make sense.  I couldn't really
believe it, but it appeared that somehow I no longer was a male but
somehow had taken on the physical characteristics of a female. 
Impossible!

     I sat up again, pulled the covers off of my body and swung
my legs over the side of the bed and was mesmerized by the
change in these appendages.  I ran my hands down their length
and discovered that my legs were devoid of hair and seemed to
have gained a slight layer of fat. Or at least they both appeared
less muscular and were smooth and curvaceous, nothing a bit
masculine.   And noticing my hands on my legs,  these had also
been changed.  The palms seemed smaller, the fingers seemed
longer and more delicate and the nails were painted with a bright
pink coat of nail polish.    Looking down at my toes, I noticed
similar changes in my feet, and my toenails were also adorned with
pink polish.  I decided that I must be hallucinating.  Hell, I just
had
to be hallucinating.

     I stood up and the night gown fell down over my hips, the
long hair down over the sides of my face and down past my
shoulders and over these large mounds on my chest.  Looking
down at these large additions to my chest,  I also physically felt the
weight and heft of these fleshy additdions on my body.  And with
the hair falling in my face, the breasts protruding from my chest,
and that sense of change in my groin,  I knew that I was either
insane or that someone had played a pretty cruel hoax on me. 
While my mental processes were trying to deny this reality, my
physical senses were telling me that I now had the body of a
female, not the normal male body I had for the first twenty-six years
of my life.

     Looking around, I saw three doors and walked to the closest
door and discovered it led into a small bathroom.  I went inside and
looked into the mirror above the sink.

     I just stood there captivated.  I was looking at a young girl, a
very lovely girl, with long brown hair falling in a disheveled manner
around her face and upper body, quite a beautiful face, and under
the gown, a full feminine figure without a masculine attribute.  I
actually made a face at myself and immediately saw the reflection
make a face back at me.  I pulled up the gown over my head,
feeling my hair catch on the neck opening, and then dropped the
gown on the floor.  The hair on my head fell back down around my
shoulders and tickled my back halfway to my waist.  I just stood
there and stared at this alien image in the mirror.

     "Damn, damn, and double damn, this is awful.  This can't be
my body, it is a dream, an fantasy, a nightmare.  But not reality."

     It was beyond belief, but I was looking at my own body in the
mirror.   The first thing that struck me were the breasts on the
chest.  Big full breasts, jutting out from my body like two great
cancers.  Cancers with big brown circles in the middle.  

     "God Damn", I thought, "This just couldn't be me."

     Then the hair, long, brown and curly,  falling from my head
over my shoulders and breasts, nearly halfway to my naval was in
itself quite a mind bender.  My eyes focused on the length of the
hair which ended about six inches above my naval and of course
my gaze inevitably drifted on down to my groin and reinforced the
worst of my fears.

     The penis and scrotum were gone, replaced by that fleshy
mound I had first felt in my bed.  It looked like a little hill
extending
just slightly out from my groin.  A little hill with a chasm down the
middle.  A female's twot or cunt, whatever you wanted to call it, had
replaced my penis and scrotum.  "God, I was a woman!"

     And even my face, that strange face in the mirror, it was
smooth and hairless, nothing like my real face.  I put my right hand
on my right cheek and was both surprised again by the diminutive
look of the hand on the cheek and the very smooth and soft feeling
of the face.  No whiskers, not even any lines, just the extremely
smooth and flawless skin of my face.  I felt like screaming and then
let go and screamed, "No, No, this hasn't happened to me", and
immediately stopped, again taken aback by the extremely feminine
sound of my own voice.
 
     I couldn't believe it yet I had too.  I was seeing myself in the
mirror and couldn't doubt the reality of the image.  I was looking at
the body of a caricature, a caricature of a Playboy centerfold, long
healthy curly brown hair, lovely face with a pert little nose and
luscious lips, massive breasts, narrow  waist, soft and voluptuous
rump and long slim lovely legs.  And despite the new and rather
erotic additions to this body, overall it was very  slender and I must
weigh at least fifty pounds less than I remembered myself to be.

      I was a girl, a woman, not a boy, not the man I had known
myself to be, but an absolute complete female.

     I brought my hands up to my chest and cupped a palm over
each breast, lifted them and moved them and felt the full extent of
the flesh.  Running my fingers over the nipples was nearly
sensuous, both as a man feeling a women's breasts and also
feelilng the slilght touch in my skin.  It was unnerving. 

           I then grasped the long hair hanging down over the breasts,
gave a tug and felt the pull of the hair on my scalp.  With both
hands, I pulled the hair up over my head realizing that it was long
from the top of my head to the back of the neck.  Letting go of the
hair, I shook my head and the long mass of hair fell back down
over my face, shoulders and beasts.

     Slowly and methodically, I ran my hands over my entire
body, first my arms, then my breasts again, my face, neck,
shoulders and waist.  Every place I touched was soft and hairless. 
Feeling around to my rear I felt my firm little butt and discovered it
really wasn't quite as firm anymore.  And finally my hands explored
that crack between by legs and mentally admitted to myself that it
was a very real and sensative female vulva.  

     I didn't know what to do or what to think, so I went and
crawled back in bed and pulled the covers up over my head and
just lay there.  "Go back to sleep and wake up again and I will be
back to normal."  I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep again,
knowing that if I could, I would wake and be a man.  But I didn't fall
asleep.  I was wide awake and my hands were cupping my new
breasts.  They were real as was my entire body and I couldn't deny
it.  

     I lay there thinking and my first thought was of Kathy.  How
could I face her with this new body.  Well, I couldn't.  And if I did,
she wouldn't believe it.  In fact, I didn't even know how I could
approach her looking like this.  And then I thought of my parents,
my two sisters, and realized that I was in somewhat of a bind.  And
my position at Herman Miller.  That was done.  I couldn't even go in
an resign.  Absolutely no one I knew in the world would accept me,
or even recognize me now.  I felt my life was over and lay their
considering suicide.  But this was also impossible as I didn't have a
suicidal bone on my body.  But what else to do?

     Then I started thinking of what had happened.  It wasn't any
kind of miracle or magical transformation.  I had undergone a sex
change, a complete sex change that must have taken some time to
accomplish.  I rolled over and saw the clock on the bedside table
and discovered it was only seven thirty in the morning.  But it was
completely light outside so it wasn't February anymore, more like
May or June.  I sat up and inspected that new vulva.  The hair on it
was about an half inch long so must have been growing for a
month or two.  As a guess, I figured I had lost three or four months
of my life. 

     My last real memory was walking into my apartment, being
grasped around the chest and feeling that pin prick in my arm.  I
must have be drugged and kidnaped, taken to some clinic where
this transformation was performed.  But why?  I just couldn't fathom
a reason.  And who ever had been behind this transformation, had
obviously had some object in mind, as it was quite obvious from the
mirror, that I not only had been turned into a female, but a quite
attractive female.  Hell, I could have just been killed, or castrated
if
genetic potential was some problem, but instead, rather extensive
plastic surgery had been done on my entire body, including my
vocal cords.  I was at a complete loss.  But what ever the reason, I
was going to have to learn to live with this rather drastic change in
my physique.  God, how I hated it!  Me, a woman?  No, not ever.  I
was a man and enjoyed being a man.  But the mirror and my hands
had told me a different story.

     I threw back the covers, got out of bed and this time I went
into the bathroom as I felt an urge to urinate.  I walked over to the
stool and without thinking reached down for my penis.  The
momentary confusion and chagrin I felt was like a hot iron in my
groin when I discovered no penis, but just a fuzzy void.  I looked
down and realized that I would have to sit down to piss.  This stuck
me as humiliating, but I had to go, so I sat on the pot and let it go.

It was the same feeling as a man, I mean in starting to piss, but the
sensation was entirely different.  It just sort of poured out, not the
stream of urine which I could aim and place where I wanted, more
like dumping a pail of water than aiming a high pressure hose.

     I wiped my self, sort of dabbed my new vulva and got off the
stool and flushed it.  I walked to the sink and saw myself in the
mirror.  It was amazing.  I didn't even recognize my face.  It was
completely changed from what I had known.  First, there was the
complete absence of a beard resulting in a smooth and flawless
countenance.  The cheeks were fuller, as were the lips, the nose
much smaller and the eyes seemed to take on a life of their own.  I
didn't know what the change was, but the eyebrows were less
bushy, no really just well groomed into two fine lines accentuating
my eyes.  And my eyes, much changed.  The sockets of the eyes
seemed to make my eyes larger and more pronounced.  Maybe it
was just the longer and fuller eyelashes.  I couldn't really place the
difference, but it was very real.  If I hadn't been so disconcerted by
the changes in my body, I would have recognized a beautiful face,
but I just saw a changed face, an bizarre face, the face of a
stranger and not my own.

     I stared at the face for a moment or so and finally looked
away.  I didn't like what I saw, especially when my eyes roamed
downward and I saw my big breasts ballooning out from my chest,
lightly covered with the long hair from my head.  And these were
something else,  sized like grapefruit,  firm and erect on my chest
with the tan areolas about an inch and a half in diameter with
nipples extending at least a quarter of an inch out from the bulk of
the breast.  Before, my male nipple had been less than an inch in
diameter with a little one sixteenth inch tit on each one.  To me
they were like cancers and definitely didn't belong on my body.  
And my rib cage seemed smaller, no, not seemed, it was smaller.

     I let my hands fall down from my chest to my waist, a much
slimmer waist, a waist that gave me a truly hourglass figure when
coupled with the new breasts and rather expanded hips.  While
examining this part of my body, my hands nearly instinctively
moved toward my groin.  In spite of myself, my fingers were inside
the lips of the new organ and slowly pulled the lips open and I
peered at this new body part with wonderment.  My fingers were
feeling and my eyes were seeing, but my mind just wasn't
believing.  The inside was smooth, velvety smooth with the little
clitoris protruding from the top of the opening.

     Turning just slightly to my side, I examined my rump and
noticed that, like the majority of my body, was devoid of hair and
had also taken on a layer of fat and appeared much more round,
and I had to admit, much more feminine.

     Looking back at the mirror, I pulled my hands to my face and
moved the hair back away and noticed the three little studs in each
ear.    I let a moan and murmured, "What the hell has happened to
me", only to be reminded again of my very female voice.

     My height seemed to have not changed, about six foot,
rather normal for a man but fairly tall for a girl.  I wondered what I
weighed and looked around the bathroom for a scales and saw one
by the shower.  Weighing my self, I was surprised to see that I only
weighed 138 pounds, about forty pounds lighter than my weight
before this change.  I guessed the weight of my new bosom was
more than compensated by the loss of muscle on the rest of my
body.  Every other facet of my body was less than I remembered it,
less, but much more round and soft.  I had picked up weight on my
hips, that seemed obvious, but my face, my neck, my arms, chest,
waist and legs were all much slimmer and the muscles I had
worked on for so many hours at the health club, they had just
magically disappeared along with my male sex organs.

     Standing there and contemplating my fate, it occurred to me 
that I was completely nude and needed to get into some clothes. 
Male or female, I couldn't just walk around in the buff for the rest
of
my life.   In spite of this rather drastic change to my physique, my
mind still seemed to be functioning normally.

     I started to  walk into the bedroom and with each step was
very cogniscent of the altered body.  At first I was slightly off
balance with the shift in the body weight, the alteration of my
center of balance resulting from the weight of the new breasts an
the added heft of my derriere.  I  looked around the room and saw
three doors, a tastefully decorated room with a floral pattern wall
paper and  impressionist prints on the wall.  Two of the doors were
open and the third closed.  The room was furnished with a bed, two
night stands, a chest of drawers, and a vanity, all of in an early
American period and appeared to be solid walnut. Turning, I
walked to the open door and learned that it opened into a sitting
room.  I went and opened the third door and saw a closet full of
clothes, woman's clothes.  And the most appalling thing I saw was
my reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door.  It
was unbelieveable.  I had to get rid of all these mirrors.  And
equally obviously, I had to get some clothing on this body.  If not
for modesty's sake, for my own mental well being.  Clothes would
at least cover some of these unwanted changes to my body.

     Well I may be female, but I wasn't quite ready for these very
feminine clothes hanging there.  I ran my hands through the
hangers and discovered only dresses, skirts, blouses,  slacks and
an array of women's shoes in pouches hanging on the sides of the
closet walls.  

     I closed the closet door, relieved to rid myself of the mirror
which was reminding myself of my new gender, and went to the
bureau chest and started in from the top.  I opened and shut
drawers until I found some underwear, mostly silky stuff which I
wasn't about to wear, but then I found some underpants that were
cotton and decided that these would suffice.  Continuing my
search, I finally found a bunch of T-Shirts and jerseys, picked one
out and slipped it over my head.  The damn hair got in the way, but
I just pulled it out and tried to ignore it. Then finally, the drawer
with
the jeans.  I pulled out a pair, opened the waist and the fly and
stepped into them.  They seemed an extremely tight fit, but
buttoned up with no problem.  At least I was now dressed in
something that approached my normal type of dress.  At first I was
just slightly reliveved but on glancing down I saw the large
protrusions of my breasts and then just below, the expansion of my
butt and hips.  It was disconcerting.

     Back to the closet I again saw myself in the mirror, this time
dressed, but the effect was nearly as bad as when I was nude.  I
fact I looked like a quite sexy girl with my hair falling down over
the
breasts pushing out my jersey and my jeans molded to my hips
which further emphasized my narrow waist.  And as I turned to
leave, I noticed that I had a very cute and tight little butt.  The
male
mind was ever present still and did appreciate a cute little hind
end.  Unfortunately, it was my hind end and this knowledge quickly
killed those male sexual thoughts that inadvertently filled my mind. 
I mean, I could get it up quite easily for the girl in the mirror, but
immediately realized that I didn't have anything to 'get up' any
more.

     I found some tennis shoes, carried them over to the bed, sat
down and put them on.  Leaning over to tie the laces, my hair fell
down over my face, blurring my vision and made this simple task
more complicated.   Every thing I had put on seemed just slightly
on the small side, but was very close to a perfect fit.  I suspected
that every garment in the place would fit just as well.  Some one or
some group had taken pains to achieve this male to female
transition.

     Now that I was dressed, at least in a fashion, I continued to
feel the hair falling down over my eyes and face.  In the bathroom, I
opened the drawer by the sink and found a hair brush and started
brushing the hair away from my eyes and down my back.  Up to
now, I had never had hair longer than a three or four inches and
this was an new experience feeling this long hair falling down
around my shoulders.   As the hair appeared quite messy, I figured
that this would probably take a while, but surprisingly, the hair was
very easy to manage, silky and smooth, it seemed to just naturally
fall down my back. I had noticed that my hair was cut with bangs,
but I brushed them back and very soon felt somewhat normal.  At
least the hair was out of my eyes for the moment, but very evident
as it still fell down across my cheeks.  But I could nearly ignore it
unless I bent over.  Then all the hair would come cascading down
over my eyes.  I could guess that it would be some time before I
became acclimated to long hair.  Hell, it would be a long time
before I became acclimated to this new body.

     Feeling more like a human and less like an animal now that I
was dressed,  I left the bathroom, went through the bedroom and
out the door to see where I was.  I discovered a sitting room with a
couch, two side chairs, more prints on the walls, and two end
tables plus a coffee table.  It was simple, tasteful and fairly
spacious.  Someone had also spent some money on this
apartment. 

     And this room was really part of a dining area and kitchen.  
The dining area contained a round table with four chairs and a
vase of flowers in the middle of the table.  It was separated from
the kitchen by a dining bar with four stools.  On the other side of
the  bar was a refrigerator, counters, cupboards, sink, stove top,
oven and micro wave.  It looked quite modern and efficient.

       I opened the fridge and saw that it was very adequately
stocked with both fresh and frozen foods.  Going through the
cupboards, I found more canned foods, dishes, glasses, and
cooking utensils.  There was a counter with three bar stools where
one could eat.  I could survive here, at least for the next week or
so.

     I first went to the door which hopefully led to the outside and
was again surprised by the image of myself in the mirror on the
back of the door.  I turned the handle and was disappointed but not
surprised to find it locked.  Whoever had done this to me, obviously
didn't want me running around the neighborhood.  I didn't like the
idea of being a captive but in some ways I was relieved.  At least I
didn't have to make a decision about leaving this haven.  Here, I
was somewhat sheltered and wouldn't have to face the real world. 
And in my present condition, the real world was something that I
wanted to avoid.  

     I next examined the rooms behind the two doors in the
hallway between the living room and the bedroom.  I opened the
first and was presently surprised to find a complete study outfitted
with a desk, four book cases crammed with books, a computer
desk with a computer, an easy chair for reading with a lamp behind
it, and another bookcase with various software programs, manual's
and CD's

     Leaving this cute little room, I opened that last door and
found an utility room outfitted as a miniature gym.  A skiing
machine, stationary bike, rowing machine plus both hand and foot
weights for light exercise were all provided.  I would have no
excuse for not staying in satisfactory shape while confined to this
apartment as ample means were available.

     While exploring this apartment, really my prison, I was
constantly aware of my new body.  Each step felt different.  The
hair was down my back, but strands kept falling over my forehead,
eyes and cheeks, and I seemed to be continually pushing it back
over my back.  And the feel in my groin was altered,  every step
taken emphasized the difference.  I had never been that conscious
of my male sex, but the absence of these basic organs was
inordinately apparent.  All I could feel under my jeans was the
slight friction of my new vulva sliding together and no longer the
press of my penis and balls against my underpants.  In a way, it is
funny, when you have something, you grow used to it and then
learn to ignore it.  But when gone, the void is ever present in your
mind.

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