Message-ID: <4555eli$9710031212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sapphire@mhv.net (Sapphire) Subject: NEW TG: Patricia ( 2/ 52 ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <34356f1a.120166875@library.airnews.net> Hi folks - A NEW multi-part Transgender story ! Enjoy! Sapphire Sapphire's Place TG Fiction Archive Sapphire's Channel - Pointcast and Webcast TG Fiction ( 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. * * * -- +--------------' 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> /