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Robin
By r. gold
I was twelve when I confessed to my sister that I enjoyed
wearing her clothes.
I was lying in her bed as she got dressed. It was Saturday
and I was still in my pajamas.
"Really? How come?"
I explained that it made me feel pretty and special. I
described how I felt all warm and tingly inside whenever I
danced around the apartment with her clothes on.
"Do you get an erection and masturbate when you are in my
clothes?"
I pulled the covers up to my neck and nodded through the
tears.
"It's okay, honey. You have a sexual fetish about wanting
to be closer to mom and me." She gave me a peck on the
forehead as she petted my cheek.
I started bawling. Through the sobs I agreed that I wanted
to be more like her. My sister, Lark, was my best friend.
At sixteen, I thought she was the most beautiful, smartest
person I knew.
She hugged me and asked me if I wanted her to help dress
me. I sobbed and nodded yes.
"Well, go take a shower and clean yourself up. I don't want
some stinky boy inside my panties."
I showered and as I was drying, Lark brought in some lotion
to rub all over my body. It made my skin softer and it
smelled delicious.
After that, she showed me how to apply scented powder.
Then, taking me by the hand. She dragged me back into her
room.
We had the apartment to ourselves. Mom was already
downstairs in the shop working on peoples' hair.
She let me pick out underpants from her drawer. I picked
out a pastel yellow bikini cut with a lace waistband. As
she watched me pull them up, she reminded me to tuck my
dick in between my legs. All that touching had started it
getting hard. She disappeared back into the bathroom and
returned with a sanitary pad. She showed me how to attach
it to my underwear to prevent any leaking from my hardening
dick.
She helped me pad out a yellow bra and adjust the straps to
fit me better. We discussed my size and decided that as a
twelve year old I shouldn't have too much breast anyhow.
I picked out a pair of pale blue tights and a really cute,
short pleated gray skirt. Lark agreed that my taste in
color was good. She dug around her closet until she came up
with an old pair of simple dark blue flats. She insisted
that I wear a cap sleeved T-shirt in the same shade of gray
as my skirt. We found a blue sweater to finish out my
outfit.
I was getting all hot and bothered looking at my reflection
in the mirrors. Lark teased me.
"Robin, you are really cute, but we have to do something
with your hair!"
We headed back to the bathroom where Lark got to work.
Between sprays and mousse and the blow dryer and back
brushing, Lark made my hair look really cool. She
emphasized my natural curly hair and gave it height and
body. It no longer lay flat on my head.
After that, we chose a lipstick color and some jewelry. I
really felt so happy. I gave her a big hug.
I was hugging her so hard that I didn't hear Becky come in.
Becky was our neighbor. She was fourteen and my sister was
sixteen. We had all been friends forever.
I turned around to find Becky staring at me. She smiled and
opened her arms to give me a hug. As we hugged, I could
feel her breasts pushing against my padding. She smelled so
good. I had always had a crush on Becky.
"Robin, you look great. Was this Lark's idea?"
"Well, kinda. I told her that I wanted to and she helped
me."
We all walked into the kitchen and sat down for breakfast.
We talked about what we were doing today. We were trying to
decide on a movie at the mall when mom came upstairs for a
break.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the
doorway. She got a strange look on her face and turned my
sister.
Neither said a word. I stood up and went to run from the
room. I was so embarrassed and didn't want to get anyone
upset.
"Robin," my mom said. "Is this what you want?"
I nodded my head, trying to hold back the tears.
Mom opened her arms and gave me a big hug. It was like the
sun was shining through the walls and into the room.
Everything seemed to be right.
She looked at my hair critically. "You need a little bit
more trimming. Before you go out, come down to the shop and
let me even all this up."
Mom said hi to Becky and asked my sister what we were going
to do today.
"Just make sure you're back by four. I'll need you to help
me clean up and take inventory. I have a date tonight, so
you girls are going to have to cooperate with me."
We agreed on a movie and got ready to leave. Lark found me
a pocketbook and a coat to wear. As we stopped in mom's
shop to say goodbye, she pointed her chair out.
After mom was done shaping my hair, it really did look
good. She even waxed my eyebrows to give them a feminine
shape and lift.
Lark drove mom's car and we headed to the mall.
The three of us had spent every Saturday together. Even
though I was four years younger than Lark, she had always
been a sensitive and caring big sister.
Our father had left when I was two or three. Before that,
he and mom had run the shop together. Supposedly, he had
run off with another operator who was younger than mom. His
only contribution to our lives was that Mom now owned the
building and the shop free and clear. So we would always
have a roof over our heads and mom would have her
hairdressing business forever.
No one gave me a second look at the mall. I felt so good
dressed as a girl. Not only did Lark accept me, but I
thought Becky was even nicer to me now. She seemed to enjoy
hugging me or touching me. She would even occasionally give
my hand a squeeze or a kiss on the cheek.
We went shopping and Lark insisted that I get some panties
and bras of my own. Gee, did I fight that suggestion?
Hardly!
I looked fine with a padded A cup. I picked out three bras
and panty sets. I really liked the satin kind. I loved the
way they felt to the touch.
I ended up having to change my sanitary pad twice. My dick
kept getting hard and soft throughout the afternoon. I was
leaking all the time.
When we got home, Lark went downstairs to help mom clean
up. I went into my room and Becky followed.
"Come on, Robin. Aren't you going to model your new
underwear for me?"
Becky sat on my bed and I tried on each set carefully. I
was so excited that I ended up having to wipe my penis off
each time, so I wouldn't stain my undies.
Becky agreed that the deep blue set was the best. "With
your dark hair, blue eyes, and light skin tones, that set
really makes you look sexy."
I beamed with pride. "Do you really think so?"
Becky showed me by taking me in her arms and kissing me on
the lips. I was surprised but much more interested in
returning the kiss. Becky was a beautiful blonde who I had
always secretly fantasized about.
Becky pulled me to the bed. We continued to kiss and touch
each other. Becky let me kiss and hold her breasts. She
stroked my ass through the satin panties. As we made out,
Becky moved her leg between mine. She turned me over so I
was lying underneath her. She pushed her leg up firmly
between my legs.
I started rubbing on her leg. While my dick was pushed back
between my legs and towards my ass, it still got hard and
exited. I squeezed tight to Becky and allowed myself to get
in rhythm with her.
It wasn't long before I felt myself cuming. I cried out and
started panting and shaking. I realized that Becky was also
having an orgasm. We came together.
We lay there for a long time. I think that we both fell
asleep under the covers.
When we awoke, I told Becky that I had always loved her.
She started crying.
"Robin, you are the only boy that I have ever cared about.
I have always been attracted to other girls, but never a
boy. I never knew what to do. I think that I'm a lesbian."
I didn't know how a fourteen year old could know all that.
So I just hugged her and told her I loved her, over and
over again.
We were in the kitchen when Mom and Lark came up. Mom's
name was Sparrow and obviously, you can tell why we were
named Robin and Lark.
Mom and dad were the tail end of the hippie generation. We
never even knew if mom and dad were ever married. But,
dad's parents had money and had made sure mom and their
grandchildren had been taken care of even after dad had
split.
From that day on, every weekend I would come home from
school and dress. I spent each weekend as a girl. It became
the most important thing in my life next to Becky.
Even as we watched my sister graduate high school and head
for college in Philadelphia, Becky and I remained lovers.
I was fourteen when Lark came home for Thanksgiving
weekend. After all the greetings, we were along in her
room. She had begun to refer to me as her little sister a
long time ago, and I did nothing to stop it.
"Hey sis. I brought you a present." She tossed me two
boxes.
I eagerly unwrapped them. Each was a container of six large
plastic bottles.
"What's this?"
"Stolen medicines. I got them from a guy in the
pharmaceutical school."
"What are they? I opened each of the bottles.
Lark sat down on the bed next to me. She held up one case.
"This is estrogen. It's used to help transsexuals change
their hormonal balance to become female. You need to take
two pills each morning and two pills at night."
I nodded and dry swallowed two pills down.
She held the other box up. "This is androcyn. It's a
testosterone blocker. It's going to stop your body from
producing male hormones. It will keep up from growing
facial hair, getting a deeper voice and all that other guy
stuff. You need to take one of these each morning and
evening."
After I swallowed a pill, I asked a really stupid question.
"Is it safe?"
"Hey, would I give my little sister something bad? If you
take these pills each day, in a couple of years no one will
ever know you were born a boy."
I carefully followed her directions.
Lark was right. The chemicals were hardly noticeable for
almost a year. My body hardly changed at all.
But, when I turned fifteen, I started having a growth
spurt. My breasts started filling in. My hips and thighs
started thickening. I was growing a rounded, shapely butt.
I was able to buy some different sized clothes at the mall
with Becky. We still had our fashion shows in the bedroom
every Saturday afternoon.
I had to wear a sports bra and loose clothing at school and
no one suspected what I was doing. I kept my hair short to
draw less attention to my growing femininity. For the most
part, everyone thought that since I dated an older girl,
Becky, that I was cool.
But one day, the shit hit the fan. I was sixteen and Becky
was a beautiful eighteen year old, getting ready to
graduate.
As we walked together down the hall, some asshole football
player what Becky she saw in a little twerp like me. He
told her that she needed a real man to make her feel like a
woman.
Before I knew it, I was charging at this oaf and trying to
kill him. I got maybe two shots at him before he knocked me
straight in my nose. I dropped to the ground unconscious.
I awoke in the nurse's office. My nose was killing me. I
had trouble breathing and my eyes were swollen shut. I had
ice packs on my face.
Becky was right next to me, crying.
The nurse smiled and told me that my nose and cheekbone
were broken and that an ambulance was on the way. While, I
held the ice pack carefully, I had trouble thinking or
talking.
After being taken into the hospital, I was given a shot,
which killed the pain and most of my thinking brain at the
same time.
I saw my mom nearby as I was wheeled into an examination
room. As the nurse undressed me, both she and my mom were
surprised at once.
Mom had no clue that I was taking the hormones. She just
thought I was dressing and still filling myself out with
padding. She had no clue that I had been changing my body
this way.
I had graduated to an almost B cup size. When the nurse
removed the ace bandage I had wrapped around my chest, it
was pretty obvious what I was doing.
After getting all my clothes off, mom and the nurse saw my
shrunken penis and testicles. My tiny waist, widening hips,
and rounded butt revealed all my secrets.
Mom started to cry and the nurse picked up the phone.
Fortunately, the pain medicines had done the trick and I
passed out. It was a great way to miss all the explosions
that were going to happen.
I woke the next day. I had undergone reconstructive surgery
on my nose and cheekbones. Becky and Lark were both sitting
there next to me.
Mom moved over from her chair into my field of vision.
I had trouble talking after the surgeries and tried to
smile. I was able to croak out an apology.
Mom touched my forehead and told me everything was going to
be alright. Lark had confessed to providing me with the
pills. But, no one was going to get in trouble because the
medication hadn't done any damage to my organs.
"You are going to have to start going to a counselor and an
endocrinologist on a regular basis when you get out of
here. You have to promise to stop sneaking the medications
and allow the doctors to treat you in a more careful way."
I promised and mom gave me a kiss. She excused herself to
go open the shop. She kissed Lark and Becky and left.
The three of us sat and talked for a long time. It had been
decided that I would be home schooled through my junior and
senior years. This would also allow me to live full time as
a woman. No one was criticizing my decision to change my
sex and no one was making me do anything differently.
"Hey, you get a break, sis. While they were in there fixing
your face, the doctor pared down your nose and gave you
cheek implants. When you're healed, you will be prettier
than before."
I smiled and cried.
Recovery turned out to be a lot tougher than I thought. The
whole town had found out my secret. Life was never easy
that year. I couldn't go anywhere without people pointing
and talking about me. I had a lot of crank phone calls and
took a lot of criticism about being different.
Mom lost some customers who were critical of her allowing
me to change. Of course, she gained a lot of customers who
proud of her openness,
But all the shit made me stronger. I went to Becky's
graduation in a pretty spring dress. I wore stocking,
heels, and make-up. My hair was now set in shoulder length
curls. I knew I was pretty regardless of how other people
viewed me.
Rather than stay in our hometown for my senior year, Becky
and I got an apartment in Baltimore together. I finished up
high school and graduated as a woman. It was a satisfying
feeling to be with the woman I loved each day and to be
myself all the time, even in public.
I chose to go to Johns Hopkins for college. Becky was
attending the Maryland Institute of Art. We lived together
as a lesbian couple and enjoyed college life together. At
our breaks, we would go home together.
The town had forgotten me. Now, when I spent a few days
there, no one remembered Robin. No one pointed or teased or
laughed.
Whenever we were in town, Lark would take days off and the
three of us would do what we had always done on Saturdays -
- shop and go to a movie.
Maybe I will write a more graphic, detailed account of my
experiences in transition and what it was like to be a pre-
op lesbian, but you know, that's all for today.
Vicky
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