Message-ID: <4671eli$9710061806@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sapphire@mhv.net (Sapphire) Subject: NEW TG: Patricia ( 8 / 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: <34390f2b.34608317@library.airnews.net> Hi folks - A NEW multi-part Transgender story ! (Posted with written permission from the author!) 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 8 But this brought up a lot of new problems. My family, my friends, what would I tell them now that I could. I decided to tackle that head on. I went to the phone in the study, dialed 1 312 555-1212 and got Chicago information and asked her for the phone number of the my sister, Carolyn Hardy in Glenview Illinois. The number was soon relayed and I was listening to the ring on the other end. "Hello, this is the Hardy residence, Carolyn speaking." "Carolyn, this is your brother on the line." I heard my much higher pitched voice and knew she wouldn't believe me. So I added, "I mean this is your bothers girl friend speaking." Carolyn was immediately quite receptive and answered, "Kathy, it that you. How have you been. I have been meaning to call you but haven't gotten around to it." "No, this is Patricia, and Carolyn, don't speak for a moment. I have to tell you something that will nearly fry your brain. Patrick, your bother has had a terrible thing happen to him. No, he isn't dead, or even hurting too much at the moment. But unfortunately, I have some fairly disturbing news." Carolyn immediately exclaimed, "What is wrong with my little brother. Please tell me right now." I answered her, hating my self every moment. "Carolyn, this is probably the most difficult thing I have ever had to say in my life. My name is not Patricia. My name as Patrick James Browning, your brother who is now your sister. Carolyn, I am your brother in a female body, complete with female voice, large breasts, a vulva, vagina and a complete implant of the female sex organs. Carolyn, I am now a girl, just like you." "Patrick, this can't be you. You said you were Patricia, not Patrick." Then a long pause, "Patrick, what is wrong?" "Carolyn, I have had a sex change. I am now completely female. This was not of my choosing but forced on me. And I never took an around the world sabbatical. In fact, I spent nearly three months of my life in a medical clinic during the transition, unconscious during the entire ordeal. But it is for real. I am now your sister, not your brother." There was nothing on the line for a minute or so. Then Carolyn responded, "Patrick or Patricia or what ever, I don't believe you. Let me think a moment. I know, tell me what happened in Ames when we were much younger, something about me and my doll." "Easy", I answered, "I was just giving your didy doll a ride on my shoulders when I dropped it and broke it's head in. That an adequate answer?" "Yes, that is an adequate answer, but I still don't believe it. How did this occur and how much of a girl are you really?" "Carolyn, I am sitting her talking to you with pantyhose over my panties, which again is covered by a short half slip. My bra I have on is pushing up my breasts so they almost spill over this summer frock I am wearing. My hair is down my back, half way to my ass, and inside of all of this feminine crap is a vulva containing my vagina, my clitoris and the outlet of my urethra and no penis or balls. And I have been told that the vagina is connected to a working and viable uterus which in turn is connected by two fallopian tubes to two ovaries. Believe me Carolyn, I am now a girl and not too happy about it." "I was kidnaped and the sexual transformation was done over a period of nearly three months of which I remember nothing. I just woke up two days ago and I was changed. Changed from a normal male in to what appears to be a completely normal female. My hair is very long down my back, I have big boobs, and an slit in my pubic area where my penis used to reside. Believe me, I am a girl. I don't like it but I have to accept it. Now my current problem is how to let our parents know. I am counting on your support. Look, maybe I should come and visit you. We can talk about our common childhood and you will be convinced. Then we can discuss this problem of mine in a more rational way. What do you think?" "Ok", she replied. "But what do I tell me husband and kids? That their Uncle Pat is now Aunt Pat?" "Don't tell them anything for now. Just say I am your cousin. Besides, I can't come to Chicago for a couple of weeks because I am enrolled in a modeling school starting Monday morning. Ostensibly, this will be to teach me how to live and act as a female. I am going to try the school for a few days, maybe longer, depending on how it goes." "Carolyn, this is really a weird feeling, having the mind and mentality of a man but having the body and sexual organs of a female. Right now I am dressed as a female and feel quite like the flaming homosexual. Carolyn, I have always been heterosexual and despise this feeling. But in reality, I now am a homosexual, a female homosexual or a lesbian. I still like girls, especially, Kathy my true love. I don't know if I can live with this new change in my life, that is why I agreed to the modeling course. There I will be with all girls, learning about grooming and posture and all that kind of stuff. I am just hoping that a couple of weeks of schooling will help me adapt to this hated body I now inhabit. It certainly can't get any worse." "Pat, just relax", Carolyn responded. "Being a girl isn't all that bad, in fact I have always sort of enjoyed it. I would much rather be a girl than a man. Most men are so insensitive and self centered. Woman are much nicer. I think that you can learn to enjoy your new sex. And although I hate to lose an only brother, I really think we can be much closer as sisters." I answered, "Well I hope so, but I doubt it. But you need your sleep and I have to get organized. I will call again in a week or so. Thanks for talking to me as I needed to hear a friendly non- condemning voice. I love you Carolyn and hope to see you soon." Carolyn just said, "I love you too, Patricia and I wish you the best." We hung up the phones and I just sat there and contemplated my conversation. Carolyn was a jewel and had been very helpful to this mixed up guy. Then feeling my hair falling down around my face, I adjusted that to 'this mixed up girl'. Or girl/guy or what ever. I went into the bedroom and slowly undressed, hanging up and putting away all the feminine finery I had been wearing the entire day. Nude, I didn't feel any better as I was even more obviously female. Oh what the hell, I found the nighty I had worn the evening before and put it on, and then pulled my long hair around, removed the ribbons and braid from my head and brushed it out for three or four minutes. Then I had a stoke of genius. If I put the hair in a loose braid, it should be much easier to brush out in the morning. Rapidly, I separated the hair at the nape of my neck into three bands and put in a loose braid which only took a minute or so, once I got the hang of keeping the various hanks of hair separated. I found a rubber band, fastened the ends, and let it drop down my back. I would find out in the morning if it did any good. In the bathroom, I found some cold cream and spread it over my face and then used tissue to remove all of the makeup I had applied that morning. After taking my required pills, I got into bed where I pulled up the sheet over my body and contemplated the day. It was bizarre, this new feeling. Emotionally and mentally I was male, but the facts of my physical configuration said otherwise. And even though I knew I would never sleep with a man, I still thought of the possibility of becoming pregnant and having a baby. I really could give birth to a child and this thought created a cold chill in my belly. This concept was not only abhorrent it was impossible. I was lying on my back and could feel the discomfort from the rather thick braid in the middle of my back. I pulled it our and laid in over my breasts and then started playing with the nipple on my right breast. This felt very similar as when I was a man, only better. I felt the stirring's of feeling in my groin as my nipple and areola started to tighten up. I used my other hand on my left breast and felt more of the same. I used to even get a hard on when playing with my own nipples and if a girl did it, it was even more exhilarating. Well the same thing was happening to me now, except obviously, I wasn't getting a hard on although that little stub of what used to be my penis and was now my clitoris was tingling. I was feeling a warm and moist sensation in my groin and felt the pleasure sort of surge throughout my body. I then moved my right hand down to my clitoris and started to slowly manipulate that little growth. I had always thought and recently read that this was a very sensitive area with woman. It turned out to be oh so true. The clitoris was a literal treasure trove of sensitive nerve endings. What the hell, it was what remained of my penis, an ever sensitive sexual organ. I seemed to be getting just a little hot and over sexed and now felt the desire for something to penetrate my vagina. I first used one finger and then two and finally three and slowly massaged the membranes in a motion that had to be quite similar to the penetration caused by a male penis. My left hand was still on my left breast and the combination was starting to really have an effect on my emotions and physical senses. I started to undulate my hips in time with the reciprocating motion of my fingers and I was feeling this slow warmth of sexual excitement envelop my entire body from my toes to my forehead. At first it didn't seem as intensive as that which I had felt as a male, masturbating in bed at night, but it was so much more pervasive, and then slowly, the intensity built until I was nearly beside my self with self induced passion. Finally it peaked, not in the explosive way of the male, but more of a feeling of complete well being and total exhilaration. Then slowly it subsided and I quit and let my hands fall idle. It took nearly five minutes for my body to return to normal and I was still excited by the possibilities of this experience. I might never experience sex as a male again, but this type of sex seemed to be sort of an adequate trade. It was nearly a blissful feeling just knowing that I could still experience the joys and ecstasy of sex now that I was a woman. However, I suspected that with a man, it could possibly even better, but that was an emotional and mental impossibility. I didn't even like to be touched by other men, let alone achieving any intimacy. It was a conundrum that appeared to have no solution. I considered trying to do it again, but sleep got the better of me and I drifted off to sleep while I was contemplating this event. -- +--------------' 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> /