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Christina Would Be Nice
By Tawney W
Those days were amazing. I mean, what else was I supposed
to do but live as Christina? I was just a kid then but
still, I would study her clothes, her hair, and her make-
up. I was always teased for being small and thin, but I
used it to my advantage when it came to being Christina.
It was about fifteen years ago when I was absolutely
smitten by a little known actress named Christina
Applegate. I remember thinking she was so pretty. She had
such beautiful blond hair, and these green eyes that seemed
to radiate her femininity. I thought if only I could meet a
girl like that... but then reality would crash in as I
looked in the mirror and saw this skinny teen-ager, all of
five feet, seven inches tall. Not exactly what the girls I
knew were interested in. Besides, I had a tiny secret that
I had wrestled with for quite some time. You see, deep down
I had this nagging feeling that I was, well... different.
Quite simply, I enjoyed dressing up and acting like a girl.
It was something that I had been dabbling in for about ten
years at that point, and lets face it, at fifteen years old
a teenagers self esteem was fragile enough without having
to carry the burden of such peculiar tendencies. Every
chance I got; I would rummage through my sisters room and
experiment with her outfits and make-up. A fifteen year-old
boy shouldn't be so adept at putting on mascara and
eyeliner, but what the heck! That just made me unique,
right?
So any way, as time went on I found myself becoming more
and more enthralled with Ms. Applegate. It was fun watching
her on television and in movies, knowing that she and I
were the same age, give or take a few months. I watched
with rapt attention to details such as her hairstyles and
make-up. I made every effort to find pictures of her in
magazines, or to catch her on the television talk shows.
All because I wanted to look like her. Deep down I knew
that if I was truly going to be happy, I was going to be
happy by looking like Christina and imitating her
mannerisms. The skinny little boy who would be a girl; that
was me!
Over the course of the following year my fascination had
become not so much obsession but a quest for perfection. My
parents thought that I was just your typical teen-age boy
with my enormous Christina Applegate collection of
pictures, posters and articles. They didn't seem to notice
my subtle changes in appearance or behavior either. I had
been growing my hair out so I could style it like
Christina's, even going so far as to have some highlights
put in at one point, as well as having my ears pierced. It
was a time of big hair and glam bands so I just played it
off as being part of the rock'n roll generation. It didn't
seem to matter to the girls who cut and styled my hair that
I liked a more "feminine" style, so hey! I took advantage
of their indifference.
Sure there were some issues at school. Having to listen to
the narrow-minded jocks tease me for looking more and more
like a girl was to be expected. It was a small price to pay
for true happiness though. By the time I was a senior in
high school my hair had grown down to the middle of my
back, just like Christina's, and I was still the smallest
of the boys in my graduating class. I never grew past five
feet, eight inches tall, which was fine with me since it
allowed me to maintain a perfect size seven.
It was about this time, however, that my sister had
confronted me about my newfound "style". She had asked me
repeatedly why I was going to such extremes in my
appearance. Why was I acting so, how did she put it? Oh
yeah... feminine!
It was a strange combination of fear and happiness at her
words. Fear for the sole reason that no one wants to be
rejected or shunned, but happiness because it seemed I was
indeed noticed. My subtle transformation was being noticed
and that was very exciting!
I remember how she pulled me into her room and started
asking me question after question until I could no longer
hold it in. I looked her straight in the eyes and told her,
"I want to be Christina Applegate."
Well, I didn't mean I actually wanted to be her in the
literal sense, but it was my passion to look like her and
be like her in every possible way. I even went on to tell
my sister Casey, how I would sneak into her room when she
was gone and try on her things, seeing just how much I
could look like Christina Applegate with the right make-up
and such. It seemed that I could have sealed my fate and
had my parents sending me to a shrink at the slightest
protest from Casey, but a wonderful thing happened; she was
totally supportive of my inner desires. Unbeknownst to me,
she had been aware of my visits in her room for quite some
time, but she had thought it was just a "phase". Boy was
she surprised!
After that it wasn't long before Casey was helping me with
all my questions and so forth. We would spend hours doing
my make-up and trying on her clothes. It was wonderful! My
long blond hair was just like Christina's, thanks to a few
touch ups from my sister. I remember being so fussy about
my hair with her.
"Do you want to look like her or not?" she would demand.
Casey was going to be a cosmetologist, so it was a little
forward of me to question her as often as I did. But she
still had fun giving me make over after make over no matter
how fussy I was. For her, it was quite enjoyable having a
"sister" to perfect her talents on. As for me, well, I was
in heaven. Each time she would pull out a different picture
of Christina, and each time she would have me looking
almost identical to her.
"You really do resemble her, you know?" She would say. "You
have similar features. You're lucky to have such feminine
characteristics."
Wow! She was right! After she pointed it out to me I
noticed how my slight build lent to a feminine figure of
sorts. I did have a somewhat girlish shape and with the
right outfit and a padded bra, I could have been taken for
a teen-age girl without a second look. My feminine features
weren't just limited to my figure though. Casey did a quick
shaping of my eyebrows and before I knew it, I could see a
beautiful young woman looking back at me in the mirror.
With the right make-up I was absolutely pretty! Casey had
helped me achieve my goal to look like Christina Applegate,
and yet she did it with such nonchalant ease. I was amazed
but then a thought had entered my mind. What will everyone
think now? It seemed I had just allowed my sister to give
me a make over that would not be easily hidden. Not from
our parents, not from those at school. Even the few friends
I did have were becoming suspicious of my subtle changes.
"Don't worry. Mom and dad won't be as freaked out as you
think." She said lightheartedly. "As far as school goes,
you graduate in two months. You can get through it. And I
can always introduce you to my friends at beauty school.
You could probably use some 'feminine' friendship... if
this is what and who you want to be."
What and who I want to be? I had to think about it... this
was not a simple decision. This, as it turned out, was my
turning point; this is where it all came together for me,
leading me down a path far removed from anything resembling
a boy's life. I stood up from the edge of Casey's bed,
walked over to her closet and pulled out the cutest little
black dress. I held it up in front of me as I looked into
the floor length mirror.
"Look at it this way," I said turning toward her with a
smile. "You won't be losing a brother, you'll be gaining a
sister."
***
Over the next few months things became very, well...
interesting. That night in my sister's room had become a
pivotal moment in my life. I had set my mind on becoming
the girl I had been emulating for over a year. With my
sister's help, things were coming along with brilliant
results. Her special touch left my hair long, blonde and
beautiful and my skin soft, smooth and feminine. She would
do my make-up each day, honing her skills, as she prepared
to graduate from beauty school. Every day would bring about
an excitement that I can only say was due to the fact that
I was truly becoming more and more feminine. Once mom and
dad had gotten over the initial shock of it all, I was free
to let myself truly enjoy who I was without inhibition.
While my sister took it upon herself to show me all I would
need to know about fashion and style, while giving me hair
and make-up tips; mom was doing some research of her own.
I believe it was after school when, as I walked through the
door wearing a baggy mid-riff sweater and a denim mini-
skirt, that my mom had commented on how 'lady-like' I had
become, and also how soon I had fallen into the role of a
normal, everyday teen-age girl. She was concerned about my
well being at school, asking if there were any
confrontations or problems that had arisen since her and
dad spoke to the council about my 'special condition'. The
school had many counselors to help me through some of the
ridicule and teasing, I explained, and for the most part,
all was fine. That's when she asked me if I would be
interested in seeing a specialist about my transformation.
At first I thought she meant a shrink, but she went on to
tell me that it was not that kind of specialist at all. The
specialist she had in mind was a doctor who would help me
develop even further into the girl I had been living as for
the past few months. Well, I agreed enthusiastically when
she told me there were ways for a 'girl' like me to
transition into true womanhood. Immediately she had
scheduled an appointment for me and we were now visiting
with doctor Monsen on a regular basis.
Oh, it was absolute euphoria. The first appointment was in
all purposes the most exciting moment of my life up until
that point. Doctor Monsen had checked me over thoroughly,
giving me a clean bill of health. At that point he went on
to describe the method I would be using to transform my
self into a young female. First came an injection of highly
concentrated female hormones, which would be repeated each
month. Next came my prescription for a daily dosage of
hormones, which would begin a feminization, both physically
and mentally, of my whole persona. According to Doctor
Monsen I was a perfect candidate, having already been
blessed with feminine characteristics, just as Casey had
said so many times, so it probably wouldn't be long before
I would begin to notice some results.
That month was, for all purposes, very fulfilling for me as
his words took on the truest form of prophecy. Within two
weeks of hormone treatment, known as HRT, I began to notice
my nipples becoming very itchy and sensitive. At first I
thought nothing of it until I mentioned it in passing to my
sister. Casey broke out in a big smile and said with much
enthusiasm that my breasts were beginning to develop. The
sensitivity and such was exactly what happened to her and
her girlfriends as they began to blossom. Within weeks I
would probably see some noticeable changes around my
nipples and chest.
Well, she was right. Not more than two weeks later I was
getting out of the shower when I stopped at looked in the
mirror. I had truly begun to change. It was enough I
thought that my hips and bottom seemed fuller and rounder
but now I actually had developed the cutest bumps on my
chest. I was indeed changing before my very eyes.
At my second appointment with Doctor Monsen, he was
literally astounded. His face lit up when he gave me my
next check-up. He said I might expect to develop some
incredible results if this was the pace I was indeed set
upon. My next injection went just as planned and he told me
to not be surprised at the rapid development I might truly
have in waiting.
It was an exciting time for me then. I went through my
monthly check-ups as scheduled and continued to take my
daily dosages all the while I was developing at a
spectacular pace. My breasts had gone from a 34a after my
first two months of HRT to a healthy and beautiful 34c in
as little as six months. My figure was becoming the
traditional hourglass shape as my hips and bottom continued
to fill out proportionally. My hair was long and wavy; my
skin felt soft and smooth, everything about me was so
feminine and pretty. My sister Casey and I had become so
close, just as I had become closer to my mom as well. Even
dad was enjoying the happiness and excitement within the
home. He had his three girls and that seemed to be just
fine with him.
I was enjoying my femininity so much and as time went on,
after graduation I enrolled into beauty school, just like
Casey. I was feeling whole and complete, as I would attract
so much attention from the young men who I would meet while
cutting hair. I enjoyed dating them and the way they made
me feel so much like a lady. Sure, some of them only wanted
one thing from the 'blonde bombshell' I had become in two
years time, but only a couple of them actually turned into
somewhat meaningful relationships. There were some things I
just wasn't willing or capable to do yet and it was
difficult to explain at times. But then there were, as I
said, two well-meaning boys my age that were so sensitive
and caring. Those were the two, Jamie and Bobby, who I felt
such a strong attraction towards.
With Jamie, I was able to let myself be totally free. Mmmm,
he was so sweet. I remember we were sitting on his couch
while watching some television one night, and things became
so, well, passionate. He was so romantic that I could no
longer resist his touch. His smoky gray eyes melted me and
I literally found myself unable to keep my hands off of
him. At that moment I remember this urge coming over me
that was so strong and compelling that I simply had to have
him right then and there. I let my hands run down his chest
and finally found myself undoing his pants with my long,
manicured nails. He was absolutely gorgeous!
He was so excited. I remember how I gently released him
from his sexy little bikini briefs, and began to massage
and stroke him oh so softly. He was absolutely enraptured
by my touch. I kissed him on his chest down to his stomach
and then finally, for the first time ever; I took him into
my mouth and began to make soft gentle love to him, deep in
my throat. When I felt him, as he grew so enormous in my
mouth, finally releasing in a groan of pure delight, I took
all of him into me, enjoying the rush of warm fluid running
down my throat. At that point I felt like an absolutely,
beautifully feminine, woman. I had just pleased my man and
enjoyed every moment of it. He was indeed so very sweet.
***
It was now about two and a half years, and I was for all
purposes, a young beautiful woman. Hrt was producing the
most unbelievable results in not just my state of mind but
physically as well. It goes without saying that hormone
replacement therapy will have some effects, but in my
situation it seemed that it was a non-stop, continual
transformation. It seemed that each of my check-ups were
confirming what I had been seeing for the past twenty-four
months. My breasts had filled in to a voluptuous 34c, which
was such a treat. Nothing makes me feel more beautiful than
looking in the mirror and seeing my ever feminizing 34-24-
34 figure. Not bad for a boy who had become this pretty
young woman of twenty years old.
My inspiration had not been deviated in least either, as I
continued to follow Ms. Applegate and her fun sense of
style. I would receive so many compliments and comments on
how much I resembled her. It was so fun to think how far I
had come in such a relatively short time. I mean I had
pretty much gone through a young girl's puberty at a rapid
pace, and yet I was still continuing to change and develop.
My biggest event had still been rather elusive though. I
was awaiting my upcoming SRS when I met a wonderful guy
named Tommy. He was the sweetest, cutest guy I had ever
known. With the continual hormone treatments, I felt like I
was overflowing with femininity each time I left the
Doctors office after receiving my monthly injection. It was
very difficult for me to not be aroused by thoughts of boys
during these times.
As fate would have it, I was in the grocery store one
afternoon following a monthly appointment and I met Tommy
while waiting in line. I knew it was obvious to him that I
was rather, shall we say, turned on by his good looks and
lean muscular body. We hit it off quite well and within
hours we at my apartment involved in much passion. I was
swimming with emotion and excitement of such intensity that
I was immediately on top of him taking off his shirt. We
were kissing passionately as I straddled him feeling the
bulge in his pants getting bigger and bigger until I could
no longer contain myself.
I leaned down and kissed his smooth chest making my way to
his waist. I undid his pants and took hold of him with my
hands. I remember how beautiful it made me feel seeing my
long painted nails caressing his rock hard penis. I began
to dance across the head of his member with my tongue,
teasing him while he writhed in passion. Finally I took him
deep into my mouth embracing him deep within my throat.
It was better than I ever remembered it, and I think I
enjoyed it more than he did as I look back on the occasion.
It didn't take long and he had let his warm fluid burst
forth in a gush like sweet, thick syrup. I continued to
keep him deep inside my mouth, as I didn't want it to end.
Soon we were lying side by side on the floor while I
continued to kiss and caress him.
He asked me if I was for real with my insatiable appetite.
He reached over and took my breasts in has hands, caressing
me with such gentleness. I felt my nipples becoming rock
hard and down below in my panties my now shrunken penis had
began to stir. Though I was incapable of erection, I began
to shudder with a rush of excitement. As if it were a
natural course of action, Tommy reached down and began to
massage my penis with more of the same gentle touch.
I wanted to ask him how he knew about my 'uniqueness' but
within moments I felt a warm rush go through me as I began
to climax. My panties were soaked through from my orgasm. I
never thought it would be possible to climax with my penis
having become mostly useless due to the hormones, but Tommy
had brought something out of me that I never knew could
happen.
From that point on I was anxious to have my SRS. I wanted
nothing more than to make love with Tommy as a complete
woman. While Tommy was fine with me as I was when we met,
it also excited him to know that it could actually be even
better if I was pure woman.
While waiting for the last couple of weeks before my SRS to
pass by, I had taken care of the 'technicalities' of
becoming a complete female. Changing my name and other
information for my driver's license and such went very
well. I remember how the man at the DMV asked what my new
name was to be.
I smiled at him and in a funny kind of girlish shyness, I
said, "Call me Christina. Christina would be nice."
And from that moment on, that was who I was. I went into my
SRS shortly thereafter, and when I awoke I saw my family
smiling and comforting me with open hearts and open arms.
"Christina," Casey said. "I'm so happy for you. Now you are
the woman you always wanted to be."
"Yeah," I said weakly. "It's like a whole new life in front
of me now."
And what a life it's been. Tommy and I are still together,
madly in love, and as of yesterday we are engaged! Now when
I look in the mirror I see the most beautiful woman, so
feminine and so pretty; it's enough to make me laugh with
joy every time someone asks for my name.
Each time it comes up I simply say, "Call me Christina.
Christina would be nice."
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