This is a work of fiction, meaning it was made up. It is not reality.
For those of you who read this I'd like to thank you for it. I've had this story on my chest now for a few years and I've finally worked up the nerve to write it. It's based on all the pent up feelings and disappointments of myself growing up. It is by no means a masterpiece of literature, I could only wish to be as talented with the English language as Cormack McCarthy, so please take it for what it was meant to be. A means to come to terms with my confused childhood sexuality.
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- The Crow
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John walked out his bathroom and looked around at his room. The white walls shined brightly in the sunlight pouring through the windows. His toys were gone, his mother had packed them up and taken them to the attic and his carpet had been rolled up and thrown away. A chill breeze sent shivers up his spine and his long, wet hair tickled the back of his neck. He was standing there, naked in his room and his eyes wandered over to his bed. His sheets too were stripped, leaving only his mattress and box spring behind. On top of his mattress were his new clothes. He looked at them; half scared and half excited. For the longest time he just looked at them, folded neatly on his bed. Next to them was a note from his mother.
"Sweetie, this is a big day for you. I'm leaving you alone for a few hours and running to the store to pick you up some more stuff and give you some time alone to get used to the change. I'll be back around 9:30 PM when the stores are closed with more surprises! Keep the house locked and don't answer the door for ANYONE! I'll let myself back in when I get home.
-Love Mommy" she signed with a little heart at the end.
he read the note again, and a few more times after that. Finally he looked back at the pile of clothes on his bed. On top of the pile was a pink tee shirt, underneath something denim.
The air conditioning kicked with a Clunk, startling him. As he manages to calm himself, he noticed the room is getting noticeably cooler. He turns his attention back to the clothes and picks up the shirt. and looks at it. It's a plain pink girl's shirt. Unlike his white shirts this one is much smaller and narrow in the chest.. His heart begins to beat faster and faster as the chilly air makes his body quiver in coldness and fear. He puts down the shirt to turn back his attention to his pile of clothes. Under the shirt was a pair of pink panties. His heart beats faster, and faster, slamming into his chest as his tiny penis begins to swell and the cold air draws his coin purse to his body. He picks up his new panties and looks at them. He notices how much like his briefs they are, but the cotton fabric is thinner and there is no hole on front to pee out off. Not that he'll need it; because he'll no longer stand up to pee after today anyway. As he holds them up in the light, the air conditioner becomes too much to bear.
Shivering from the chilled air, he finally works the nerve to put on his new clothes. Slowly, he puts one foot in each hole at a time into his new panties and slowly draws them up his delicate legs. As he reaches his pelvis, he meets a slight resistance as he tugs the waistband over his plump bottom. His rock hard little penis, swelling with and throbbing with heat as he covers his tiny cock with the panties. With his heart beating fast, he also notices another item with a note.
"These go OVER your undies and will keep you warm."
He opens the egg shaped package and pulls out a pair of black nylon tights. He slides them too, up his smooth legs, tugging slightly over his bum and cock. The tightness feels good and he starts to feel a little bit less chilled. Walking over to his full length mirror in the bathroom he looks at himself.
His tiny, sissy body is exaggerated in the tights and panties. He notices his body is a lot like a girl's. His plump bottom and shapely legs give him a bit of an hourglass look and his tiny shoulders add to the illusion. His tiny, swollen cock pressed against his body as the tights and panties squeeze his bottom and legs.His coin purse is retracted all the way from the chilly air and his testicles have retreated into his body once again. His admiration is cut short by a burst of air from the vent below him and turns back to the clothes.
He picks up his denim skirt and his heart skips a beat. He marveled at it for a moment. The chilly air was getting to him again and quickly puts it on, only briefly trying to figure out which way is forward. Under the skirt was his first training bra, it slid over his chest and back and rubbed against his perky nipples and clasped in the front. Finally the shirt, it wasn't as loose as his others, it clung to his chest and he could see the outline of his bra if he looked closely. No longer as chilly, he looks in the mirror. Looking back is a short, cute little girl with long, wet and curly hair, long lashes, pouty lips and a cute butt.
He remembers six months ago on is seventh birthday his mother told him they were moving to a new home far away because something big was going to happen to him.
At first he protested moving, he didn't want to leave his home, his friends and she wouldn't even tell him why. But moving day came quick, only two weeks after his party. They left his old town behind for a picturesque country home at the end of a long and windy road. At first he was furious, there wasn't a neighbor for miles. No friends, no parks, no trick or treating, nothing. His mother had to drag him out of the car. After the movers finished unloading the furniture, she sat him down on the couch and gave him the big news.
In five months he was going to become a girl. At first he was speechless. When the news finally sunk in he bega to cry. He screamed an begged not to, but the decision was final. After a only a few hours he gave up and teared in his mother's arms as she rocked him gently.
During the next five and a half months there were many doctors visits. They would ask his mother many questions as they poked and prodded him, naked on cold benches lined with paper. There were pills too. Some made him sick. During that time his hair was grown out. It was already long, but now it touched his shoulders. Despite the impending changes, he was still allowed to be a boy for the next five months. His mother rarely ever spoke of the big change, and never directly to him. Only under hushed whispers between her and the doctors on the other side of the checkup room. He knew what they were talking about though.
John himself accepted the change nearly right away though. After week, he secretly was excited to become a girl. He had always looked at his mother and longed to be like her. He kept these feelings quiet though, out of embarrassment and stubborness. Before movine, he would purposely walk in on her when she was changing, refused to bathe without her and would ask her every night to cuddle with him to sleep as he laid his head to rest on her breasts.
Six months after his birthday finally arrived and his mother woke him up an hour early. There would be no home school for the next month she told him. She said nothing about the change, but he knew it. She told him to take a long bath while she cleaned up his room. For once he took one without begging her to join him. He noticed his soap had been replaced with sweet smelling body soap that reminded him of spring flowers. His shampoo smelled like sweet cherries and made his hair feel light and smooth.
A long while later he emerged to find his mother gone and his room empty save the clothes om his bed.
After getting dressed, he looked just like a girl except his excited penis poking though is skirt , but it would calm down soon enough. Turning back to his bed he saw two more items that were hidden by his skirt, a pair of black shoes and a pink headband. finishing his look he went downstairs. Helping himself to a bowl of cereal for breakfast he decided to go out to play in the backyard. Sitting on his swing, he noticed the cool morning air blow up his skirt, exciting his little cock once again. He swung for about an hour, enjoying the sensation. He loved the feeling of the nylon on his legs as he walked around the many acres of woodland that was his backyard. He began to appreciate the pinkness of his shirt and the headband keeping his overgrown bangs away from his eyes.
His stomach told him it was time to head back. Making another bowl of sugar cereal, he headed over to the living room to eat, where he noticed a movie siting on the coffee table. He looked at it and saw it was a new movie starring Tinker Bell. John watched it twice, admiring how pretty all the fairies were, even crying at the sad parts the first time through.
Around four he fell asleep on the couch, long overdue for a nap. He wouldn't wake up until his mother came home. She found him asleep on the couch and was taken back for a moment. She could hardly believe how beautiful her son looked. For a few minutes her eyes teared up with joy at the success. But she knew she had one more task at hand before his completion tomorrow.
She sat down beside him and stroked his head as he began to stir from his sleep. Still groggy, John sat up and looked at his mother as she kissed him on the forehead.
"Sweetie" she said.
"You look so beautiful" and kissed him again on the cheek.
She picked him up and carried him upstairs, but instead of stopping at his room, she took her new daughter to her room and into her bathroom where they shared a silent bath together as she cradled him in her arms. As they dried off, John looked at his young mother. She was only in her late twenties and pregnancy had been easy on her young body. Only a snaking scar on her belly remained as any indication of childbirth. He watched her, naked, as she sat on the toilet as she shaved the hair between her legs. Her freckled neck showed no signs of wrinkles in the vanity light an her long, blond hair matched John's. He watched as she relieved herself, and patted herself dry. She told him to do the same, and as he stood in front of the bowl, reaching to aim, she stopped him and showed him how to sit down. She spread lavender lotion on the two of them, and guided him to her bed, still naked.
They sat on top of the covers with John in her arms and cradled him for a moment.
"John. I know this is a big change for you. I know you're scared and I never gave
you a choice, but as your last day as a boy, you deserve to at least one final gift from a woman as a boy." She spoke and then kissed him in a way she never kissed him before.
Her soft lips embraced his for what seemed an eternity. She reached for his tiny cock and stroked it into erection. She laid him on his back and kissed the tiny head of his penis. She sucked for a few moments and teased it with her tongue. The sensation was unlike what he ever felt before, it tickled, but didn't make him laugh. It just felt good. His mother looked up and smiled at the faces he was making from pleasure. She stopped and changed her position. Moving up his body she she straddled a leg on each side of John and guided his erect cock into her wet pussy.
Swaying her hips in circles, the pleasure buitl itself in John's shaft and she made him orgasm for the first time. Nothing came out except for a slight gasp from John. His whole body tingled and she promised him it would only get better when it's all done.
John fell asleep with in his mothers arms that night with his head buried between her breasts.
The next morning John was dressed in a new set of clothes, this time a flowed sundress and Disney princess panties and they made their way to the car. John was nervous about being seen as a girl, but he kept it to himself. After a long car ride they arrived at the hospital, but instead of the normal small buildings, they entered around the back of the big building.
There was no waiting room this time, a nurse with a wheel chair was waiting for them and took him into a strange room and had him dress in a special gown and lay on a big bed. His mother held his hand an promised everything would be all right. He resisted when the nurse tried to put an IV in his arm, but his mother calmed him down with a kiss on his forehead. The doctor came in and gave John a brief exam and then called his mother out of the room for a few moments before coming back in with three more nurses. His heart began to race and suddenly he was scared, but his mother reassured him everything would be fine. Suddenly his vision went black.
He would wake up the next day with his mother sitting next to him. His lower body ached but his mother looked at him teary eyed. She kept calling him her sweet baby girl. until he blacked out again. The next time he woke up the doctors came in and asked him how bad of pain he was in. They told him not to touch the bandages on his lower body, that he needed to heal. That's when he finally heard the news. They had removed his penis and turned him into a girl.
John was not shocked, he wasn't upset. He knew he would be a girl, but he still had no idea that it meant that his cock would be taken away. John sat there in silence for the next few days only answering yes or no to any questions he was asked. He stayed at the hospital for two more weeks. until he was discharged. That day they set up a curtain over him and removed his bandages.He felt a tug as the stitches and catheter were pulled out. He heard the doctors say the transplant was a success as they pulled back the curtain. They held up a mirror between his legs. He stared in awe at where his penis had been. What remained was a slit, just like his mother's. The doctors told him he would still need to heal for a few weeks and he would be in diapers until then.
He looked, and touched. It felt like nothing he ever felt before. His pussy lips separated and tingles went down his spine, he found his new clit and touched it and gasped pleasure. these new sensations sent pulses though his body.
On the way home he wore the same sundress that he arrived in, with a pink diaper underneath that crinkled loudly when he moved.. John felt himself though his diaper, still not used to the feeling of nothing between his legs. His mother hardly spoke, but he could see the joy in her smile. When they arrived home she carried her out of the car and set her new baby daughter down in her wheelchair.
"Welcome home Michelle" she said. and wheeled her inside.
Michelle was relived to be home, but the changes did not end there.
The next few days went by normally, as Michelle had gotten used to her new body and she no longer needed to wear her diapers. But her mother made her wear them anyway. When asked why, she just told her that she needed a few more days. After a few weeks they finally came off for good. Michelle was relived to be rid of them at last. Her homeschooling started back up again and after a few months everything felt normal again.
Her new room was painted pink while she was gone, her boy toys were replaced with hundreds of stuffed animals of all sizes and white shelves were mounted that held porcelain dolls that were once her mother's. Her closet was full of clothes once again, this time instead of plain white shirts and blue jeans there were dresses, and skirts and bright colored tee shirts. Her mother had begun to correct her old behavior, teaching her to act more like a lady. Michelle had taking a liking for her princess movies, especially the Tinkerbell movie she had first watched a few months ago.
As spring gave way to summer, Michelle and her mother would spend their time off together as much as possible. The heat was almost unbearable in the noon so they would spend the day inside with the cool air, talking about girl things and enjoying each other's company. During the hottest week of the year, the AC went dead. It would take the repair man a few days to order a the parts so they had to find other ways to keep cool.
They decided to take a long cool bath together. For the first time since the night before the operation, Michelle and her mother were naked together. They both remembered how good they both felt as they looked at each other's bodies.
Michelle's mother was still young and shapely, her curvy body and ample breasts were the envy of many other women and she would often catch the attention of men. Michelle showed no sign that she was ever a boy. At the age of seven and a half she looked like a beautiful young lady. Her naturally shapely legs and soft skin had been saved from the ravages of boyhood and she would grow up to become a beautiful young woman. She looked just like her mother at her age.
They entered the cool water and their eyes met. Three months ago they had embraced each other once before as mother and son, today they would embrace each other as mother and daughter. Her mother's final gift to her son had sparked a relationship she had never intended with her new daughter. Their lips locked in as her mother held her in her arms. They embraced each other for hours, when it finally came time to leave the tub, the water had warmed from their passion. They dried off and Michelle was led to her mother's room again.
By now Michelle had become accustomed to kissing her mother's lips and they shared several more brief locks as they laid down on the master bed, still undressed from the bath. finally her mother broke the love making and brought produced a small decorative box with a gift she had been saving for when Michelle was older.
She pulled out a pink controller with a small egg shaped ball at the end of a length of wire. Making good of her promise a few short months back, her turned on the vibrator and pressed it to her daughter's nipples. For the first time Michelle had noticed how sensitive her nipples had become. She giggled with pleasure at the sensations as her mother kissed her lips again, working her way down to her daughter's pussy.
Michelle gasped as her mother's tongue caressed her clitoris, coating it with a wet coat of saliva. She could feel the blood swell in her pussy, and her sweet nectar began to flow from her for the first time. Her body was on fire as her mother pulled the egg away from her nipples and slid it up and down her pussy lips. She sensations were much more intense than when she was a boy and her natural juices leaked from her lips and onto the sheets. Her mother's delicate fingers gently pushed the tiny egg into her pussy and her pleasure turned to ecstasy. For five minutes her mother used her tongue to tease her daughter's clitoris while the egg massaged her from the inside and she could fell something build up inside of her. Finally the crescendo of her pleasures let itself go as her stomach muscles began to convulse and she erupted in a fitful orgasm, calling out "Mommy! Mommy!" as her mother's tongue danced on her clitoris.
They fell asleep on each other's arms that night, still nude. They wouldn't don any clothes for the rest of the week and embraced each other every night until the repair man finally arrived with the parts to fix their broken air conditioner. That night things went back to normal for the two of them. Michelle would grow up to become the spitting image of her mother and they lived happily together until Michelle finally moved out on her own on her twenty-first birthday. After finishing college she became a successful writer like her mother and adopted a beautiful baby boy as her own. And on his seventh birthday she moved back to her mother's home with her son to break the big news.