This is the story of how I learned to stop worrying and love my body. It all started last year, on my 20th birthday. I was alone at college and was very sad. I didnīt like being a man. I have always felt I was trapped in the wrong body and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt as my whole life was a very long nightmare. That day, I got into my car and drove far. After about 7 hours driving non-stop through forests and wheat fields, away from my life, I decided I wanted to die and be born again, it was the only possible way I could think of for getting to be a female. So I stopped thinking, stepped deeper on the gas pedal and aimed the car at a very large tree, a green beautiful tree at the side of the road. It was stupid. Life has its ways, death doesnīt. I woke up in the hospital, thanks to my carīs eight air bags and low-budget engine. It was a small local hospital in a town far away from home. The only doctor there, an old man, helped me with my bruises and my mental distress. Dr. Merkwürdigeliebe was already a doctor in the 1930īs in Germany. He said he knew some medical procedures that were used only as experiment when he was in college and that there was one particular procedure that could help me with my problem. I was so happy to be alive and to have been given another chance that I accepted his offer and he operated on me that night. The surgery took about 12 hours.
When I woke up, about a week later, a nurse came to me and asked if I was feeling well. When I said I was fine, I noticed my voice to be feminine. I looked around and down at my body, there were no bruises, no bandages, I was long healed during sleep. I was a girl, the way I always wished to be. I felt my breasts and looked at my pussy. I was amazed and touched the flatness between my legs. I was so happy! The nurse was smiling at me and she helped go to the bathroom and told me how to sit and pee like a girl. I felt complete! When I asked to see the doctor, the nurse told me he had passed away a few hours after my surgery, he was very old. I lived in that town for a year after that, where I learned to be my new self. Today, Iīm going back to college and life will never be the same again.
I now remember. I dreamed about this. Iīve seen this place and these people before. I remember him. I dreamed of a mirror, a misty mirror that gave no reflection. Through the fogs of the damp looking glass, one could wander, and everyone did, the whole party did. Following the flow of people, I too stepped into the mist, out of that glistening bright white room. The place where I arrived is this one, I do remember. I was happy within these silver walls, as I am now. They all called me young lady, sweet girl, pretty maiden. Here, at the other side of the mirror, I was a girl, and they all made me feel like one. Strange is just how sure I am now that this is in fact reality. The place is the same, the people are the same, the young gentleman in the black tuxedo staring at my eyes is the same. I couldnīt forget him, or how the dream ends. Different is only the real life path to this room, a long winding misty road, through the marshes of childhood, through the bogs and mires of growing up, a troubled path I traveled alone.
Two years before graduating from High School, my best friend and I were worried that we would be part of the few boys from school that wouldn´t take girls with them to the graduation dance. We would always hang out only by ourselves and we really didn´t want to get into that popularity school life. He came up with the idea of us going together as a couple. One of us would have to dress up as a girl in a way that no one else would know. I thought it was impossible, but he said it wasn´t if there was enough time to make it happen, like a year or so. I said it could be a good idea, but I didn´t want to be the girl! So he proposed a bet. A year later, still one year before graduation, we would check our grades at school, the one with the lowest grades would have to be the girl at graduation dance and start getting ready for it so he could not be recognized. I said I was ok with it, since my grades are always better than his. But he was confident that was going to change that year and proposed to make the bet more interesting: the winner could choose to have sex with the loser after the dance. I said there was no problem for me, as I was going to win and I wouldn´t want to have sex with him! At home, my parents liked the idea of that bet, as it was going to make me study harder that year, instead of just playing video games. Well, as you have probably guessed already, he ended up with slightly better grades than mine. I was too confident and didn´t study as hard as I could. I was in panic, I knew everyone was going to recognize me in girl´s clothes. My friend Mark was very happy with that, he was going to take a girl to the dance and wanted to make sure I looked as feminine as I could. I asked my parents to help me convincing Mark to call it off. But they said I had to do it, I should honor my word at all times and I should have studied more if I didn´t want to lose, of course I didn´t tell them about the sex part, but I was sure it was just Marks joke. My mother said she would help me, one year was gonna be enough for me to change my looks and convince anyone I was in fact a new girl at the dance. She took an authorization from school for me to take most classes at home with her. I didn´t show up much that year in school. At home, I started taking my mom´s birth control pills, to help my skin look more feminine, my hair grew longer. I didn´t see Mark much either. I pretty much just stayed home with my mom and her creams and medicines.
When time came, my mom bought my clothes and had my dress done. On the day of the dance, I was already kind of used to looking like a girl, my mom had done a great job on that and the pills helped a lot. My breasts were growing in a way that they really were girl´s boobs, I mean, I was already having to wear bras a couple of months before the dance. I noticed my male parts were a lot smaller than they had used to be and my skin and hair looked a lot more girly. But dressing up like a girl felt weird and exciting at the same time. First, I shaved my legs and armpits, then, I had to use some tape to make my small wee-wee flat, my mom said it had to look like a hoo-hoo in the case that a girl would see me naked in the bathroom. When that was taken care of, I slipped on my new girly panties, stockings and bra. Mom gave me a maxi pad and taught me how to place it in my panties, she said it was just in case of me needing to pee and having trouble with the tucking and taping down there! She helped me with the dress and makeup and the horning sound was Mark outside waiting for me in his car. My parents wished me good luck and I was happy to see my friend. He seemed pretty nervous talking to me and said I really didn´t look anything like I was, and that I was a beautiful girl. I said he needed to relax, I was his friend, he didn´t have to be nervous like he was talking to a hot new girl in school. I was the one nervous walking in the ballroom, but no one noticed it was me, although everyone was talking to me and Mark! We were really popular that night and I had loads of fun! When the party was over, he brought up the last part of our bet, about sleeping together. He said he very much wanted to take me to a hotel, but only if I wanted too. I told him that I looked like a girl in every way but he had to remember that I wasn´t really a girl, so, if he wanted to have sex with me, we would have to do “in the butt stuff”. He took me to a hotel and we were very nervous. He took off my clothes, except for my panties and we spooned naked in bed. We were both virgins, but not for too long! He gently pulled away the backside of my panties, and soon he was inside of me, while grabbing on my boobs. I loved it so much! We both came and I fell asleep in his arms! I´m now back at the same hotel room, where we meet everynight since graduation!!! Oh, I just want to be his girl forever!!!