Message-ID: <1461eli$9706141113@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: New TG: Dan(a) & His Four Sisters by Kresha Matay (2/2) Hi. Well, a rather new story of Kresha Matey. I hope you will enjoy the story. 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 stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 2___Dan(a)_&_His_Four_Sisters_________________________________by_Kresha_Matay_ as an adult." We quickly agreed with the doctor, whereupon I received a starter shot of hormones and a prescription for pills. The doctor explained that since I was still in the early stages of puberty I could initially expect a conflict with-in my system until the new female hormones overcame the ones produced by my own glands. This would take about thirty days. After that my glands would no longer actively produce male hormones and in some cases actually begin to produce female hormones. This would cause my skin to become softer, my hips to flair out, my facial and body hair to become softer and less noticeable and my voice to become naturally feminine. Other effects would be a stoppage in the production of sperm and a less sensitive penis. The doctor assured me that while it would be harder for me to get an erection and longer between erections, I would still be physically able to perform insertion and I would still enjoy an orgasm, but without sperm cells in my fluid. A benefit of this was I wouldn't expose my true gender by getting an erection under my feminine apparel and I would last longer before I climaxed. She said it was a compromise I must live with. I assured her it was a small price to pay to be female. Getting dressed, we left the doctor's office and returned home. The next six months were a whirlwind of activity. For the readers benefit, I'll highlight only those events which I remember as special. Soon it was time to say good-bye to Judy and Barb. It was both a joyous and sad time for all of us. After they left, the house seemed empty. I still had my remaining sisters, but it wasn't the same. By now my hair had grown and was styled in a cute flip with bangs. I had developed 34B sized breasts, my skin had a softness like theirs, my hips had widened and my ass had taken-on a feminine roundness. In addition my body hair had lightened and the vestiges of facial hair I had, became a light "peach fuzz". School wasn't but around the corner and I had apprehensions. The doctor had written a letter stating that I suffered from a heart valve problem and therefore shouldn't participate in Phys Ed., this solved the problem of my taking showers with the other girls. In lieu of this class I took a course in Home Economics, which I thoroughly mastered and enjoyed. The girls at school were no problem, they just accepted me. Since I was the new girl in class, it was easy for me to stay an arms length away in my social contacts with them, feigning shyness. I was very surprised at how casual their attitude was about semi-nudity. It certainly was an eyeful, whenever I visited the restroom. I admit I became a part-time voyeur. The girls would stand by the mirrors, adjusting their underwear, their skirts lifted as they pulled up their pantyhose or their blouses unbuttoned fixing the straps of their bras. I earned a reputation of being somewhat of a prude because I always adjusted my clothes in the stalls. This was an image I encouraged. Also, I never allowed myself to go out on a date, claiming my sisters disapproved until I was eighteen. All in all, my new life was wonderful. I was able to do and be all the things I had always desired. I still enjoyed getting dressed each morning. Selecting my outfits not only for their appearance, but also for the way they felt against my new body. My relationship with my sister Mary was even closer. She spent uncountable hours teaching me all the little nuances of being female. We spent a lot of time at the malls, not buying, just shopping. It was a great place to practice my training. Mary and I enjoyed just being feminine together. I now also enjoyed being noticed. Women and girls never "saw" me as a boy, now the opposite was true. Both men and women "checked" me over. The women for my appearance and the men for my body. It was amazing to learn the power a woman has over men just by crossing her legs or just adjusting her clothing. I soon learned the effect a casual smile or raised hem had on a male. There were of course, men too strong willed and teasing them was dangerous. Mary taught me how to recognize those individuals and to act offended by their advances. In our trips, I polished my teasing techniques (under Mary's guidance), till they became almost second nature. We went and did all kinds of things, which as a boy, had been closed to me. By Thanksgiving, I had totally mastered being feminine. All my actions, speech patterns and facial expressions came naturally and were gender correct. I had "grown" into the role so well, that I never even visualized my old self, Danny no longer existed! Having a dick inside my panties was the only aspect of being male I ever enjoyed. The End Oc1997 Kresha Matay -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /