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Date: 16 December 2001 17:13
Sure As I Am
By Joseph A. Falls
I liked to dress my self in my mother's clothes ever since I was young, I
imagined that was the right thing because I believed that I was a girl.
When my sister was born I saw a lot of difference between her and me in the
groin area but still I didn't make a difference around my sexuality and my body.
Dad was always away so I lived in a house dominated by my Mom and my baby sister
who worshiped me.
I was more feminine than her sometimes, which made my mother hit me with a belt
a lot of times to erase my deviant behavior.
Dad was always away and ignorant of what happened inside his house.
I grew with a lot of conflicts but in my outside I tried to develop a heavy
macho image, with muscles, football and a lot of girlfriends.
Also I was an excellent student with lots of extra classes, I had a strong
sexual image to all that knew me. Sure as I was, I never believed that anything
would affect me in any way, then my life had a twist.
What happened?
I was just doing some phrases, but phrases that reassured me that I was the same
guy as always. My nipples were bigger and looking swollen, in contrast to my
male body.
I am 19 years old, 6 feet tall and build like a commando. At my age I was
finishing college already, perhaps for the genetic information inherited from my
father, a scientist who experimented with Genetics. It was Holiday season and
because I was helping my Dad clean his lab of stuff when I found a liquid that
smelled really good, like a perfume.
I went to the bathroom to drop the liquid on the sink and continue cleaning but
I tipped and felt down breaking the glass on my hand. Blood spilled from the
wounds and I ran to the bathroom to clean them. A heavy scent like roses was in
the bathroom and in me, the liquid had touched my open wounds. I cleaned my hand
carefully with water and put some bandages while my father was absorbed looking
to his experiment.
When I reached him for help he noticed the scent that was coming from me, and
his face became white as a paper.
He saw the wound in my hand and asked me what happened.
"Nothing, I said I fell down and a glass wounded my hand"
"Did you touched the liquid?"
"I think that some touched my wounded hand in the bathroom sink"
"Oh no, Andrew I think that you found some of my latest discovery, I don't mean
want to scare you, probably nothing will happen given your size and weight and
the amount of liquid that touched you"
"What was that liquid?" I asked nervously "It's a feminizing hormone that works
in the DNA chain changing chromosomes, I just discovered it, and yet didn't run
any experiments on live subjects so I don't know how this will affect you"
"Let's go home Dad, I'm not feeling fine" I said feeling nervous.
At home my heart was pounding and I felt depressed, If Janet (my sister of 16)
was around me I got angry, If I was alone I felt depressed, mood swings were
abnormal on me and I thought that they should be a side effect of the drug on my
blood.
Part 2
I covered my nipples using my college T- shirt, wearing it as I have done so
many times, but I saw that this time my shirt who was always fitted on my torso
like a glove was now more baggy.
My shoes and pants felt a bit loose too, I wanted to scream at my reflex on the
mirror, I was loosing muscle mass.
I ran down to the kitchen table were my Mom was scolding my Dad to allow the
accident to happen but when she saw me she remained very quiet. At dinner I ate
like a lion, and my sister and my Mom stared at my swollen chest with a lot of
attention.
I came back to my room and switched the light off, then felt asleep on my bed
still using my day clothes.
I wake up almost at midnight with a hard urgency to pee, I was groggy as If had
smoked a ton of grass, and my pants felt to the floor and remained in the way to
the bathroom. A rare swing in my hips and a weird feel in my ass when I walked
almost caught my attention, but bulges on my chest were more distracting than
that.
In the bathroom I had to sit because my maleness was so small that was almost
like a 7-year-old, my testes were up my scrotum again.
I came back to my room and noticed how big were the things around, my bed was
warm and nice to sleep, and again I fell on my dreams.
Morning time I wake up feeling great and did what for years I have done, I
looked myself on the mirror but I screamed in terror as this girl was screaming
in the other side.
I looked like a 12-year-old clone of my sister, with long dark blond hair to my
ass and perky breasts. Mom, Dad and Janet came bursting in to my room. Mom
fainted at first look, Janet laughed and Dad became a vivid white. I was
speechless, and started to cry my heart out, I think that I flooded the room,
when Mom hugged me in her arms calling me Her Baby?
Dad left home for the Lab that day, unable to return until found some cure for
my predicament. Janet who was a pain in the ass became my merciful big sister,
and Mom unpacked some of my sister old clothes for me.
"A training bra? What business I have to do with a training bra? And panties?
and a dress or sandals, wait a minute I am not wearing that clothes they are
very feminine" I protested.
"Well, we can't have you in your old clothes you are too small, and the only
clothes that fit you are Janet clothes, she was always too feminine so stay
quiet Andrea".
" My name is Andrew," I said,
"Not anymore, sis" Janet replied.
I didn't insist anymore, she was right. Minutes before, inside the shower, I had
seen a hairless slit that confirmed my femininity and my new status. Mom
insisted on having my hair fixed in braids at the sides of my head and held the
ends with ribbons, in that way I wouldn't have to fix it all the time to look
girlie in case someone visited us.
Janet went with his friends away to the mall and I stayed on her bedroom, while
my mother cleaned the house.
I had some weird urgency to feel feminine so Janet's pink room, with a Lace
Canopy and girl things was exactly what I needed. I don't know why or how I
ended playing with her Barbie dolls in her Barbie house that were unused; I was
fascinated and didn't saw my Mom looking me from the door.
She came and sat on the bed and I turned and smiled to her, I felt so natural
that didn't care of what she was thinking but when she laid on the bed I laid
with her holding my sister Raggedy Ann doll, and felt asleep again. When I woke
up my Mom was finishing the clean up of all the clothes that would fit me, and
she was changing my male clothes to the empty boxes.
I was concerned about why she was doing this but didn't care anymore when I saw
the pretty clothes that were lying on my bed.
I was at all times holding the doll and playing with my sister and Mom make up,
doing mischief's and girlie things that ran Mom and Janet out of their twits, I
was full of energy and no place to focus except on my raids. I wasn't scared at
all but at night when we all went to our rooms I hurried to my sister bed asking
her to allow me to sleep with her. I was scared that some monster would come out
from under my bed or from the closet.
I don't know how or from where, but my fantasies were running wild around me.
At morning time I heard my Daddy's voice coming from the master bedroom, and I
ran to see him, almost falling with my nightie in the corridor.
From behind the door I listened to my Mom saying to my Dad something terrible,
she wanted to keep me as a 12 year old girl, she mourned for the loss of Andrew
but was happy for her new baby Andrea.
I opened the door and ran to my Daddy, he almost fainted this time when he saw
me holding my doll; he hugged me and I cried, but made no comments about the
loss of Andrew, I felt confused about this boy that I remembered like a lost
brother. Mom had me shower and dressed in shorts and top, this time she let me
go outside to play.
I was minding my own business in the stairs when two girls came to see me, " Hi,
I'm Jessica, and she's Jennifer, who are you?", "I'm Andrea" I said and we
became friends, they were concerned what a girl the same age as them was doing
with a doll, but I told them that I liked to hold her.
"A boy in our school like to hold his blanket, he's kind of weird but a nice boy
after all", "I'm not like him" I answered they just lifted their shoulders and
we played until my Mommy came out to ask me who my friends were.
I knew which house were Jessica and which Jennifer and my Mommy who knew their
Mommies as well called them by telephone and took us three to the mall to buy me
clothes. We spent all day there fancying around dresses, skirts, blouses and
tops, Jennifer and Jessica helped my Mom a lot to choose me a new wardrobe. I
liked all kind of crinolines and puffy sleeves of party dresses, and Mommy
bought me a pink one, even if my friends found it too babyish for me.
Some days after when Christmas finally came, it found me in a velvet green dress
with my sister. I received some clothes and dolls, Tea sets and a lot of girl
things, even my own small set of children make up, like lip gloss and eye
shadow. Daily I spend my time playing with my friends, doing make up sessions
and fixing our hair, mine was my best asset, it cascaded on my back and I used
all kind of accessories on it. But as school days came near Mommy decided to put
me on fifth grade, with my friends at the same school, also she put me in a lot
of girl things like ballet lessons and tap dance.
To be ready for school, I needed to cut my hair and Mommy cut it in bangs and
trimmed it on the middle of my back, she also bought me white tights and two
leotards one pink and one black. I choose my class books from the Backstreet
boys and hunks of the TV. I got ready for classes in less than a week.
When the school days came, Mommy fixed my hair in ponytails, and sent me with my
friends, soon my teachers were surprised as how capable I was for the studies,
(they were too easy for me) but I was a very uncoordinated child at ballet and
Tap class. After one year a memorial service was held for my brother Andrew, who
disappear from College and was never found, I placed a bouquet of white roses on
his empty grave and everyone cried at the moment. Although I remember very
little about him, I didn't cry. For me he is still alive somewhere, somewhere
inside me.
So sure as I am
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