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Life Is Good
By Tawney W.
I guess it all started when I was about six or seven years
old. My fascination for all things feminine began
manifesting at such an early age that as I grew older it
was more or lees just a part of who I was. I never thought
it was "wrong" in any way, and since I had many girls my
age to play with it never even occurred to me that I was
missing out on "boy" things. With my girl friends I would
play house, dolls, dress-up, and even though I wasn't a
girl, I knew then and there that I was unique. I knew that
this is what I liked to do, who I liked to be and it wasn't
until I was in my early teens that things took on a very
fast paced journey leading towards womanhood.
As I said, when I was about six years old I played
primarily with girls. They treated me just like one of them
showing no hint of discrimination. We had so much fun
playing dolls, house, and dress-up. Even making up games
and singing to each other. It was nothing out of the
ordinary for us to play with make-up and paint our nails,
like little girls so often do. Once while we were playing
at my house, we went through my mother's dresses and pumps,
pretending to be grown up women. But when my mom came down
and saw us dressed up in her clothes she decided that there
were some things I might need to talk with her about.
That day was rather hurtful as she went on to tell me that
boys and girls are different in many ways and it would be
very unhealthy for me to continue doing what was deemed as
traditional girl stuff. I was extremely sad, and mom knew
it, because Jenny, Cindy, Monica and Lisa were my best
friends and to be unable to continue playing with them was
like some strange punishment for something I had no idea I
was doing wrong.
Needless to say that as time went on and I began to grow I
never stopped hanging out with my best friends. We were
growing up together and even though I was teased for
hanging out with girls, even though I was ridiculed and
called names, my four best friends always stood up for me.
They told me that nothing would ever separate us or ruin
our wonderful friendship. That meant everything to me and I
knew I would always have their support no matter what
happened. Even my parents were realizing the close bond the
five of us had. I knew that dad was having a bit of trouble
with it at times but he was wonderful in the respect that,
even though I was definitely not your usual boy, he wanted
nothing but for me to be happy.
As I reached my early teens and began junior high school, I
noticed the changes in my best friends. They were all
becoming young women and I was still a skinny boy. Although
I had my hair fairly long and even though I kept my nails
more on the long and feminine side, sometimes painting them
with clear coat, I was still very jealous over the changes
in my girl friends.
This was a definite turning point in my life, watching my
best friends as they, metaphorically speaking, left me
behind. They were able to do all those things we used to do
as girls, only now they were doing those things because it
was expected of young women to wear make-up, fix their
hair, and wear nice clothes and such. My only release from
the sad reality of things was when we would go over to one
of their homes and hang out in their bedrooms trying on
dresses and doing our make-up. These were the things I
desperately wanted in everyday life, but felt such an
opposition in going into them full throttle. I loved my
girl friends and they were more than supportive in helping
me to reach my feminine needs and desires. They even
encouraged me into "just doing it", meaning, who says I
couldn't wear make-up or cute outfits, or do my hair and
nails like they did? After running out of excuses and
cultivating a little courage I finally did it. I went for
it and took them up on their suggestions.
The first few weeks were a bit awkward, I'll admit, but I
eventually became comfortable in wearing a little make-up,
doing my hair, and even letting my girl friends pick out
some cute outfits that weren't totally flamboyant but were
absolutely feminine. I began to deal with the teasing and
ridicule by moving more and more toward my blossoming
femininity, thus letting the negative comments slide right
off of me as I became more of the young woman I wanted and
needed to be.
Now, as I reached high school it was known throughout that
I was "special". I was gaining a notoriety of sorts, and
thankfully the criticism stopped and more often than not I
found myself accepted as a young lady, utterly blending in
with my close friends so as not to even be noticed as a boy
anymore. The school had their talk with my parents and it
was told to the district that I was now officially "in
transition" from boy to girl and all details regarding my
gender and such had me listed as female. It was wonderful!
I was finally able to be the girl I wanted to be. My
lifestyle was completely and utterly female. I wore the
cutest skirts and dresses, did my hair and make-up, kept my
nails as long and feminine as I wanted without worrying
about any of it being "wrong". My mom was having so much
fun buying me clothes and make-up. She would come home
sometimes with some of the prettiest things. I especially
loved the perfumes and jewelry she would give me from time
to time. It was wonderful how my entire family had accepted
me as a girl and I felt so blessed that there were times
when I would literally cry out of pure joy and happiness.
But the best part of my story has yet to be told. You see,
even though I was living the life of a young girl, I was
still running into some "boy" things that made me a bit
frustrated. Even though I was very thin for a boy, I still
lacked a feminine figure of sorts. My girlfriends had been
going through the changes that young girls normally do,
meaning they had begun to grow breasts and started to
develop a more feminine figure, where as I was just a
skinny looking girl with no curves whatsoever except for
the padded bra I usually wore.
It wasn't until my mom decided it was time for me to see
someone about my options, that I had much hope of ever
avoiding the on coming changes I would experience, seeing
that I was still genetically male.
We visited a specialist who was told about my history. Upon
hearing that I was indeed living full time as a young
female, he immediately put me on female hormones. These
were to be as strong as possible with constant supervision
and check-ups to give me a female puberty. They would over
ride the effects of my male genetics and help me develop a
more feminine appearance and overall attitude, both
mentally and physically.
Well, the results couldn't have been more enjoyable. After
only three weeks on my new hormones I began to feel much
sensitivity in my breasts. I told my mom and my friends
and, although there was little to notice visually, they
were very supportive and helpful in telling me to expect
something to "pop" any day. Well, they were right! Not more
that a week after they told me this, I was coming out of
the shower getting ready for school when I noticed my
breasts had literally grown overnight. I had the cutest
little bumps on my chest! I called for my mom and she took
notice right away. She was so happy for me! That day at
school I told my friends and we all began to giggle and
laugh at my new changes. They told me to keep watching as
everything would start to become different from then on.
According to them, I was now a woman.
Over the weeks and months I began to blossom very rapidly.
My friends had affectionately nick named me as "boobs"
which I will say now, I was very proud of. At the time I
was growing in leaps and bounds over my girl friends due to
the high concentration of hormones I was receiving. After
only three months on hormones I had bloomed to a "34b"
leaving my friends in complete amazement. Oh, it was
delightful! I was changing it seemed overnight, as my
nipples had grown full and large, my breasts being round
and soft. Even my hair was becoming thick and lustrous,
while my skin was so soft and smooth. I loved how my hips
had become full and womanly. I felt beautiful in every way
as I could express my femininity to its fullest. I was a
young woman and I was enjoying everything about it!
While coming to the end of my senior year, my doctor had me
scheduled for SRS that summer. I was so excited, because,
even though I had been dating and enjoying the benefits of
going out with boys, there was still that one thing about
me that kept me from completely feeling like a young woman.
I never allowed any of my boyfriends or dates to touch me
down there. I enjoyed the physical touching and arousal of
the boys I went out with, and I really enjoyed satisfying
them with my own touch. I never developed a reputation for
being a slut, and I soon learned what it was that the girls
enjoyed so much about giving the boys pleasure. If I were
the only girl giving out blowjobs it probably would have
been different but at eighteen years old and now boasting a
34-24-34 figure with a voluptuous c-cup, the boys were
easily excited. I especially enjoyed dating college boys,
revving up their engines and then taking their long hard
members into my mouth until they exploded in a rush of pure
joy. YUM!
Nevertheless, as graduation approached, so did my pending
SRS. It was late June when I finally had my transition
fully realized. I can't really say that it was traumatic
either, mostly because my little "extra member" was so
small by now due to the hormones, that it seemed I was only
going to be gaining and not losing once the SRS was
complete.
The whole procedure seemed as if it were a dream. I
remember my parents and girl friends being there when I
woke up, and I remember some slight discomfort, but aside
from that it went extremely well with no surprises at all.
It took a little getting used to, not having something
between my legs any more, but in time I began to feel
complete. At eighteen years old, having experienced
tremendous benefits from the hormones and now with SRS
behind me, I was completely female. I was a woman and I
loved it! With the only thing that was hindering my hormone
treatment gone, I now reaped the benefits of HRT to the
fullest. It seemed by the end of fall after my SRS, I was
continuing to develop more and more of a feminine figure,
having now achieved a 36-24-34 figure and my breasts
filling up a D-cup! I was gorgeous and I knew it! My mom
couldn't believe my tremendous endowments, but she told me
to enjoy my femininity to the fullest. Together we went
shopping and picked out some of the prettiest lingerie and
outfits we could find. Oh, I was so happy. Not just because
I was blessed with such a feminine appearance, but because
I felt connected with the woman I always knew I was. I am
still as close to Jenny, Cindy, Monica and Lisa as I always
was and we have been through many of life's experiences
together. As I write this I am currently awaiting the birth
of my first born child. You see, through the miracle of
science I was able to conceive and carry a baby, and my
husband and I are on pins and needles knowing that at any
day we will have a precious little boy or girl in our life.
Life has been good to me. As I think about how excited we
were to find out that I was "pregnant" I can't help but
feel totally and completely overjoyed at how well things
have turned out for what once was a confused and skinny
little boy, but now is a gorgeous woman. Now, at nine
months pregnant, I feel more feminine and beautiful than I
ever have. My big round belly may slow me down, but I have
enjoyed every little change that has come from my
pregnancy. I loved how my breasts began to grow and swell
over the weeks and months, how my belly had begun to
expand, making my husband absolutely horny. He says he
might just keep me pregnant as often as possible. After
thinking about it, it wouldn't be all that bad.
I'm a woman now, and loving every thing about it. Indeed
life is good. Man! I feel like a woman!
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