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Surrogate Mother By: Janet Jean Rating: R A young man becomes a "Surrogate Mother" to save the life of his sister's newborn daughter. Nature takes its course and there may be no turning back, as he becomes a woman, does he want to turn back? Author's Memo: This is a work of "Pure Fiction" it is my hope and intention that this becomes a good story. Is this impossible? At FM nothing is impossible. My sister and I are very rare identical twins, when my mother had her first ultrasound she was told she was having twin daughters. I surprised them all when I was born one minute behind my sister, and I had a penis. (Can you be identical and be different sex?) That didn't stop my mother from raising me as a girl the first years of my life. My sister and I were so close that when one of us was in pain, hurt, or in trouble, the other could sense something was wrong. It took years of development before we could decipher our feelings and learn to trust our instincts. At times we had to take action ourselves because people didn't believe we could sense things about each other before they happened or became public knowledge. I went to school as a boy but we could and would switch places quite often. I never grew taller then my sister. She has always been a half-inch taller then me, we kept our hair the same length, I wore my hair in a low ponytail, and Cynthia wore her ponytail high on her head. Sometimes we would switch places just so I could experience different hairstyles and life as a girl. It was during one of these switches that I got my ears pierced; Cynthia wanted to spend time with mom so I went to the show with seven of her girl friends and all seven of us used that money to get our ears pierced. When I got home I told mom and Cynthia what had happened, after the laughter subsided, mom took Cynthia to the mall and got her ears pierced?that way no one would be the wiser. I had to put up with some harassment at school about my ears, but that was soon forgotten when some other boys were getting a double piercing in each ear. Looking back, mother did a great job raising us; she allowed and encouraged my crossdressing and our switching places. We spent many vacations as sisters, there were even a few times we went as brothers. When Cynthia started to develop it became harder for her to pass as a boy, but I could always take her place. Mom said it's easier to add padding then to hide it. The big test of our senses came during the summer vacation between our freshman and sophomore years. Cynthia was at a two-week summer camp. I stayed home with mom because I had lawn maintenance jobs lined up, pet care, and I was a house sitter. My summer was going to be very busy. "Something was wrong!" I was out of breath when I ran into the house. Mom knew something was seriously wrong. "Jerry, what's wrong!" she screamed? "Its Cynthia! She's hurt and in danger, mom. We got to go?she needs me!" Mom didn't hesitate. She grabbed her purse, the cell phone, then pushed me to the car. It would be a two- hour drive to the lake where the camp was so I was busy calling people; I finally got the number for the camp and called them. The lady that answered the phone insured us nothing was wrong. "Bullshit!" I said. "You get Cynthia to the phone; you have her call us right now!" When we pulled into the parking lot all sorts of emergency vehicles where there. A cop tried to stop us from entering the area but mom wouldn't be stopped. Apparently they had already been told we were on our way and knew we were aware of the problem before anyone else. The officer in charge sensed he was witnessing something strange but didn't know what, exactly. While mom talked to him I went down to the lake. I was looking at the surrounding trees, cliffs, bluffs and hills. I hollered for mom and ran to a boat that was there. The man in the boat tried to keep me out. As mom and the man in charge arrived, he barked orders to go where I told them and not to question me. I pointed to a cove on the backside of a rugged cliff. The man driving the boat said, "Captain, we've already checked this area, there's nothing here. We're wasting valuable time." I was looking around, tears in my eyes, and my whole body started hurting. Mom held me up as I started to collapse, and she said, "We're close?pay attention!" I pointed to a small ledge and said, "She's in a cave right there!" The captain started barking orders as two other boats arrived. One of the medics started to check me over when mom stopped her and said, "He's okay, he senses the pain his sister is in, she's the one in trouble." "That's amazing," she said, "Are they Siamese twins?" "No," mom said, "they are one in a million, they are identical boy and girl twins." Someone yelled "We found them!" and started into the cave. The man that had given me a hard time came over and apologized for doubting me. All three girls would be okay. Cynthia had a broken leg and a couple of cracked ribs, the other two were in worse shape then she was. They wouldn't have made it through the night; I overheard someone say, (I was a hero.) They let mom and I ride in the ambulance with Cynthia, the other two girls were airlifted to the hospital. They wanted to keep Cynthia overnight but mom talked them out of it. It was well past dark when we arrived home. I had a job to do. I had to feed, water, and walk the pets I was in charge of. The next few weeks were the pits, everyone wanted an interview, and they wanted to test the two of us. Mom was so cool she didn't let any testing take place, she wanted us to be normal kids, not some freaks of nature. Things were back to normal by the time school started except the school tried an "end run" and wanted to test us. When we told mom, she came unglued. The next few years were uneventful except the first time I started playing with myself, my first attempt at masturbating. Cynthia burst into my room and caught me on the verge of my first orgasm; I was sweating and breathing hard. Cynthia thought and sensed I was having a heart attack. She watched my semen shoot high in the air as I climaxed, and my orgasm subsided. Cynthia was rubbing her self and soon was withering in her own orgasm. "Wow!" we both said at the same time, "that was fantastic!" We never did tell mom about that, but we did explore each others body's and masturbated each other many times. I was home sick with a cold and fever the night Cynthia lost her cherry; the feelings she felt, I could feel. The pain of her hymen popping and the after glow of her first real orgasm. "Wow! I want to be a woman I thought." When she got home, I congratulated her, hugged her, and got a first hand, blow by blow description of what happened. She made me so hot just telling me about it. She watched me "beat my meat" and said, "Jerry, wait till you get laid. It's fantastic! Because of our closeness to each other we went to the same college and shared an apartment, we had to keep each other informed when we were going to have sex. It is awfully hard to explain to your date that you're enjoying your sister or brother's orgasm. I believe I was more sensitive then Cynthia, because I could tell when her period was starting at least 12 hours in advance which pissed her off sometimes. "Why don't you have it this month!" she said to me more then once, especially if it would ruin plans she had for a romantic date. Unfortunately she was more active then I when it came to sex, but I enjoyed her orgasms more then my own, (go figure). We graduated from college and moved back to our hometown. I worked for an accounting firm and Cynthia worked for a law firm across town. We were both computer programmers, and lived in separate apartments across town from each other. Over the years we had learned to control our emotions, so things were working out real well for us "until." I was having dinner with mom the night Cynthia conceived. My eye's dilated I started to sweat, breath hard, and moan. I was going to "shoot my load" at the dinner table. I had to excuse myself from the table and rush into the bathroom. Mom was worried I had food poisoning or something and kept pounding on the bathroom door. It took awhile for me to regain my composer, make excuses to mom, and head for home. The phone woke me up, "Hi sis," I said, "congratulations!" "What are you congratulating me for?" she asked. "Only the most intense orgasm of my life," she said, answering her own question. "Nope!" I said, "you're pregnant." "Oh bullshit, bro?I'm on the pill"?(She didn't finish what she was going to say,) before I heard her say, "Oh shit! Jerry, I forgot to refill my pills, oh shit! oh shit! shit! shit! Jerry, I'm so stupid, what am I going to do?" "Sis, I'm coming over, leave your door unlocked." When I entered her apartment, I could hear her crying, cursing at herself, "You dumb bitch, why were you so stupid?" she was saying to herself. I followed the sound of her voice and found her on the toilet. She had just finished douching and had two more disposable douches lined up ready to use. "Sis, get a grip?that's not going to help, it will only make you smell and taste good." She looked up at me and jumped into my arms; she began bawling like a baby. I held her, then lifted her into my arms, and carried her into the bedroom. I held her for a few minutes, then undressed her and got her into a nightgown, she soon cried herself to sleep. I had cleaned up the bathroom and kitchen when she woke up and came into the front room. She sat next to me and I held her tight. "Cynthia, everything will be all right, lets wait until you miss your next period. Then we will set up a doctor appointment to confirm what we already suspect. I'll go with you. Everything will be okay, just wait and see." "Jerry, I don't even know the guy's last name?we met at a bar?he's from out of town?he turned me on?it was a 'wham-bam, thank you ma'am,' kind of night." "Well, we'll come up with something," I answered. "Do you want this baby?" "Oh YES!" She exclaimed, "I don't know if I'll ever marry." "Why do you say that?" "Look bro, I've lost two boyfriends already because I was enjoying your orgasmic feelings and not paying attention to them." "What about you? Will you marry?" "I don't know, I've lost one girlfriend I was very close to. She called me a pervert when I tried to explain my crossdressing and all my female clothes plus the feelings you and I share." Cynthia hugged me and said, "Jerry, we will always have each other." A month later, I was sitting in her doctor's waiting room, waiting for Cynthia to finish and give me the official word. I watched the nurse approach. "Mr. Smith, the doctor would like to see you. Will you follow me please?" "Is something wrong?" I asked. "I don't know. She just wanted me to get you." Walking into the doctor's office, I saw Cynthia sitting across from her doctor. Dr. Alice Jansen pointed to a chair and asked me to have a seat. "Mr. Smith, may I call you Jerry?" "Sure, if I can call you Alice, I flippantly replied in return. "Is there a problem with my sister?" "No, she is pregnant as you two suspected; I called you in because there is a total lack of any medical history. Cynthia said this is the second time she has been in a doctor's office, what about you?" "Never as a patient. I had a school physical but that was in the gym locker room with every other freshman boy." "Amazing," Alice responded, "I would like to give you a physical and take blood urine and semen samples from you." "Why doctor?" I asked. "So I can see just how close to identical twins the two of you really are," she answered. "Bullshit! you want to get published and turn us into 'Medical Freaks,' that's what you want, isn't it?" "Jerry stop!" Cynthia said, "I've been over all of that already. Dr. Jansen has a document signed saying she won't make anything public without our joint agreement. She thinks there could be a problem with my chromosomes and such that could effect my baby." I read the letter that she had signed and suggested a few changes. "Nothing will be entered into your computer (you can hack computers), you will keep the hard copies in your safe, and you will identify us only by serial numbers, not our names." "I can do that?what's your social security number?" "No! No! No!" I said. I pulled out two one dollar bills, wrote my name on one and Cynthia's name on the other. Handing them to Dr. Jansen I said, "Here, use these." "Ok, I can do that. We have our own lab so this won't be a problem." "One other thing, doctor, when I put on a dress, you can't tell us apart, would that make it easier on you to treat and examine us and to hide our identities?" "Why yes, it would, seeing that this is a 'Woman's Wellness Center'." "Ok, then give us two hours and you can do your physical, have the changes made, and remove Cynthia from your computer." "What name do I put down?" she asked. "I call myself Janice," I said, as we left her office. We stopped at Cynthia's house to get fresh clothes, then headed to my place. I went into the bathroom to shower and shave while Cynthia changed and selected clothes for me. As I stepped out of the shower I heard Cynthia exclaim, "You thief, that's where my sweater went!" As I walked into the bedroom I said, "Sis, you know what's mine is mine and what's yours is mine too." "That's bull-crap and you know it, you're a thief!" "Okay, I confess?spank me, beat me, use and abuse this lovely body" I said laughing the whole time. Cynthia punched me in the belly, saying, "You're impossible!" We gave ourselves a final inspection. In my three-way mirror we were identical, white blouse, black skirt, matching pearl necklace and earrings, purse, shoes, rings?everything from the skin out was the same. We checked in with the receptionist using first names only, and were escorted to an examination room. The nurse came in and did a double take. "Whoever is Janice, you need to remove all your clothing including bra and panties. You can slip this gown on and the doctor will be in after a few minutes. Which one of you is Janice?" We answered in unison, "I am." She left shaking her head?this will be fun. When Dr. Jansen came in, she did a triple take and said, "Identical is an understatement." We both giggled. Alice addressed both of us, "Here is the changed document for your approval." Cynthia read it, then handed it to me. As she did, Dr. Jansen started my exam and was very professional. In no time at all she had weighed, measured, poked, and prodded me. My butt was oozing KY gel, reminding me I don't want another prostate exam. We must have heard the word "amazing" a hundred times. She had also taken blood and urine samples, X-rays, ultrasound, and the only thing left was the sperm sample. Dr. Jansen had given me instructions on what to do and said everyone would step out, and wait in her office. "When you finish, you can get dressed and bring the sample to me," she said as she closed the door. Beating your meat on demand isn't high on my list of things to do, but I managed to get the job done. I knocked on the doctor's office door, and she said, "Don't come in yet."When Dr. Jansen opened her door she had some test tubes in her hand. Taking my sperm sample, she said, "Have a seat and I'll return shortly." I looked at Cynthia as she was just finishing straightening her clothing. "What happened sis I asked? "Alice couldn't believe my orgasm was as intense as yours was, she took my temperature, blood pressure, more blood, and swabbed my vagina. I don't ever want to experience anything like this again," she said. "I agree sis." Dr. Jansen entered the room and sat behind her desk. She took a moment to sort her thoughts. "Ladies, if I hadn't witnessed this first hand I wouldn't believe it. I am in total agreement that this cannot be made public at this time. I recommend the two of you move in together. I believe Janice will experience many of the same things you do during your pregnancy. I would like the two of you to each keep a journal, take your temperature every morning, and write down what's happening. Every time Cynthia has an appointment, I want you to come with her, is that okay?" "Sure," we said as we were leaving, there was nothing left to do until all the tests were back. We were hungry and decided to take mom to dinner and let her know she would be a grandmother before she becomes the mother of the bride. At the restaurant mom could tell something was out of whack. "It has been a long time since I've been out with my daughters," mom exclaimed as she hugged and kissed each of us. Without any fanfare, Cynthia said, "Mom I'm pregnant." We brought her up to speed and she didn't interrupt until we finished. She was reading the document the doctor had signed and said, "I do believe I have raised two very responsible daughters." She asked us a few questions and was a little "put-out" that we hadn't told her about our "orgasmic powers." With everything said and done, she agreed we should move in together and she would go see Dr. Jansen and give her the medical tests that were done at our birth. Documents that confirm we came from the same ovum (egg), sperm, and placenta. "Your doctor will freak when she reads them." Lowering her voice she asked, "You two haven't had intercourse have you?" "No, Mother!" we said in unison, "just oral sex and masturbation is all." She rolled her eyes and jokingly said, "I have created monsters." We found a house to rent half way between where we worked. We had moved and settled into the house, by the time Cynthia had her next appointment. Dr. Jansen examined Cynthia (I got to watch) then we went into her office to discuss our tests. "Let's talk chromosomes, Cynthia, you have normal female chromosomes, XX, and hormone levels. Janice, you have an extra chromosome, a normal male has XY, you have XXY. It would take months if not years to decide how the Y got there? Without it you would have been born female, and there would be nothing out of the ordinary. Same sex identical twins are normal. The other thing I discovered is your female hormones are at the exact levels required for a female, not a male. Somehow your testosterone has kept your estrogens and progesterone at bay. I'm baffled at this discovery. If I looked at the hormone levels before I examined you, I would expect to see a fully developed and fertile female. After I read the reports and test results your mother gave me I'm more confused then ever, you are supposed to be a medical impossibility." I interrupted her and said, "Now you know why mom was so protective and would not allow testing, we would have been locked up and used as 'lab rats.'" "Yes," Alice said, "and if this gets out, you still could be! Well, I would like to do more testing but that will wait. You're both very healthy and I see no reason to 'rock the boat and stir the water.'" Alice took a few minutes to look at our journals. She looked at me and asked, "You had morning sickness along with Cynthia?" "Yes if each bedroom didn't have it's own bath we would have had a real mess." "Amazing, just amazing," she said. "Janice I have noticed you have been rubbing your breasts a lot?is something wrong?" "Yes, they itch; I must not have rinsed my breast forms properly." "Remove your blouse, please, and let me take a look." As I removed my bra Cynthia said, "Oh my god!" I looked down and noticed, for the first time, my breasts were growing. Dr. Jansen had me lay on her couch and gave me a breast exam. "You won't be able to hide these much longer," she said. "You'll be more comfortable without your breast forms." "My God doctor, what's happening? How will I be able to work? Am I going to get pregnant also?" I broke down and started crying. Cynthia came over and comforted me while Dr. Jansen drew more blood. My breasts grew to a full C cup, Jerry quit his job, and Janice went to work for another firm. Until this is all ironed out I will live full time as a woman. Mom and Cynthia are pleased; it turns out they have always wanted Janice full time anyway. Things settled down to a normal pregnancy for Cynthia. When she took her maternity leave, I was able to work from home. I didn't get pregnant, but I felt the baby kick every time she did and I needed to pee as often as sis did, that still stumps Dr. Jansen. My hormones changed so much I couldn't get an erection any more; my penis and testicles shrunk. Cynthia was a little pissed that I had developed her shape before she got knocked up. Cynthia was due in a couple of weeks. Things were looking very good. Her ultrasound had told us her baby is a girl. Dr. Jansen was very pleased with her pregnancy. I was still a challenge for her, I'm sure I caused her some sleepless nights. Arrangements had been made to deliver in the clinic, not the hospital. We could control the situation better knowing I would go through labor right along with Cynthia. Mom would need to comfort both of us. I had just shut my computer down when I walked into Cynthia's room, picking up her overnight case I said "Sis it's time to go." She let out a scream and doubled over in pain. "Damn sis, next time give me more warning!" I called mom and Dr. Jansen on the cel Phone enroute to the clinic. They had everything set up and waiting for us. They took care of Cynthia first, then nurse Carol came over to get me settled in. Dr. Jansen asked me how I was doing? This is getting rougher because Cynthia's baby will come shortly. Carol put Janice into the stirrups? she will be pushing also. I was still fully dressed because we all knew my pain was sympathy pain, more then anything else. I still hurt like hell but would recover quicker. I screamed out, "Oh God! she's coming!" Before Dr. Jansen could get into position, Cynthia started screaming. I heard Alice say push, I pushed, sis pushed, I screamed and passed out. A baby's cry woke me up and Carol asked how I was doing? I reached for her hand and said, "I think I wet my panties." "Well I'll take a look and clean you up if needed," she said. She looked under my skirt, her eyes got wide open in fright, and said it will be just a minute. I started to look but she stopped me, saying, "Just relax honey. Dr. Jansen, when you get a moment could you come here, please?" After they cleaned Cynthia's baby up they placed "Samantha" in her arms. Dr. Jansen came over and I couldn't hear what Carol was saying. Alice disappeared below the level of my skirt and I could feel my panties being cut away. "What's wrong doctor?" I asked "Janice, I'm not sure but you're bleeding through your penis. "Carol," she said, "set up another bed in the room Cynthia is in; they both will be here overnight at least. I want blood tests and an ultra sound done on Janice as soon as she's settled, and you had better put a belted sanitary napkin on her." Mom brought little Samantha over for me to hold, I was naked, waiting for a gown, and as I held Samantha, she started suckling my breast. Wow that is one of the best sensations I have ever felt. I heard Cynthia say, "Hey you! I'm your mommy?it's my milk you want." Doctor Jansen came over to get Samantha and noticed I was lactating when she pulled the baby away, "Amazing! It's just amazing.!" They wheeled Cynthia into our room and took me for an ultrasound and X- ray's. I was gone for three hours. Dr. Jansen kept getting interrupted and I was getting tired and irritated and totally out of character for me. I was being a bitch. When I was wheeled into our room, Cynthia was crying and I had never seen her so upset before. "Sis, what's wrong?" I asked as I got to her side. "Samantha is loosing weight, they put her on an IV, something is wrong with my milk, and she won't take formula." Without saying a word, mother reached under my gown and squeezed some of my milk on her finger, then tasted it. She grabbed my arm (as mother's do) saying, "Come with me, young lady." When we found Dr. Jansen, Mother said, "Test her milk! Dr. Jensen said this won't work?she never completed her thought. Yes! The baby was nursing from Janice earlier. They took samples from each breast then sent me back to my room. I crawled into bed as mom was telling Cynthia what we did. I heard Cynthia pray, "God, please let her milk be good." I hadn't been asleep very long when I felt the bed being raised and they were taking my gown off. Carol had me slip into a nursing gown as Dr. Jansen carried little Samantha in. She looked so pathetic I wanted to cry, cry for Samantha, and cry for Cynthia who was hurting as only a mother can. As Alice placed Samantha in my arms, she exposed my breast and Samantha started nursing for the second time. Dr. Jansen explained that even though it should be impossible, the milk Janice has is the best milk I have ever tested. Cynthia got out of bed and came over to us, I slid over and she crawled in beside us. She needed to be close and bond with her baby. Cynthia looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you Jerry, you have always been there for me, I love you." "I love you too, sis." Samantha got her fill and fell asleep, Dr. Jansen picked her up and told me to get some rest, we will need to do this every half hour, until Samantha is out of danger. "Oh by the way, it's your responsibility to rotate breasts when we bring her in, now get some rest." I fell asleep in Cynthia's arms. You can't get much sleep when your being woke up every half-hour. After the second or third feeding, Cynthia went back to her bed and slept through the night. Carol and Alice rotated two-hour shifts all through the night and I needed to have my pad changed every two hours. During one of these changes I asked Dr. Jansen what was happening? She said, "Until the tests are back, I won't know for sure but an educated guess says your having your period." "That's impossible," I said. "Yes, I know, tell me about it!" she answered. Little Samantha was gaining weight and they had removed the IV. Sun beams came into the room. I had just finished another feeding as Cynthia woke up. It is going to be a beautiful Saturday. Cynthia held Samantha as she slept and Dr. Jansen brought her up to speed. I could see the relief on her face as she looked over at me and said, "Thank you and God bless you, sis." I couldn't hold my emotions in check any longer. I cried and cried and whispered, "You're welcome." Mother chose that moment to come in and soon we were all crying, they were happy tears because Samantha is alive and gaining weight. Mom relieved Dr. Jansen and Carol and said she would clean us up. After a shower, brushing our teeth, and combing our hair, we felt like a "million bucks." After lunch Dr. Jansen came in with a very worried look. She looked around the room and said, "I'm glad you're all here. Janice, I don't know how to say this"?she paused, "oh hell! You're turning into a woman! There I said it!" "That's impossible!" mom said. "I know that, you know that, and they know that," she said pointing to sis and I. "But here is the proof," she said, holding up my ultrasound. "In the eight months I've known you, your penis has shrunk from 15 centimeters to 3 centimeters, your testicles have dissolved, and your prostate gland is gone. You have grown ovaries, fallopian tubes, and a uterus. You are having a period. You're breast- feeding. You're turning into a woman before our eyes." "How is that possible doctor?" I asked. "I don't know," she said, "I'm stumped. I would like to bring in a colleague, someone better then I." "Doctor, you're the best. We checked you out earlier." "Why thank you, but my professor from grad school is the best. He holds multiple degrees in medicine. I don't know if I will have to surgically construct a vagina, or if one morning you will wake up and bingo it's there. "Doctor, I can tell you're getting very stressed. If he will sign a secrecy statement then bring him in." Mom and Cynthia agreed. "I don't know why he wouldn't, he started every class with ethics." Carol brought Samantha in for a feeding, which was every hour now, and Alice went to make some calls. Mom came over and said, "You make a 'wonderful surrogate mother.'" Cynthia came over and said, "You make a wonderful sister." Samantha looked up at me and smiled. I felt so peaceful; I'm becoming a woman. Dr. Jansen said that Cynthia could be discharged but Samantha and I needed to stay, Doctor Wilson will be here in the morning, I want him to examine you before I discharge you and the baby. Cynthia wanted to stay which was understandable. At the noon feeding on Sunday we met Dr. Wilson for the first time. After the introductions, he signed the letter we gave him. We didn't see them again for the next four hours. When Dr. Jansen and Dr. Wilson came into the room you could see the stress and strain they were under, their hair was a mess, they looked like hell. "You both look like 'you've been ridden hard and put away wet,'" I said trying to make a joke. I did get a smile from Dr. Wilson. He said, "I used to use that line just after a long weekend." "Janice, I have studied everything available, your tests, X-rays, ultrasounds, everything. It is my findings and belief that you have always had dormant ovaries and uterus. It is my educated guess that when you experienced your sister's conception, something was triggered in your body allowing your female organs to grow mature and take over. At the current growth rate, they will be fully formed and mature within the next 60 days. I need to do another ultrasound, because I believe your vagina is forming just below the skin and a small incision may be required to allow this growth to continue." "Dr. Wilson, how can this be possible?" mom asked. "And what is happening to my penis and testicles?" I asked. "First of all, you are identical twins but you can't be identical if you're not the same sex," Dr. Wilson said. "Nature is correcting a mistake that was made 24 years ago. Also to answer your question, Janice, your body is absorbing your old organs; soon they will be non existent." I finished another feeding when they came in to take me for more tests; I looked over at Cynthia and said, "Sis will you come with me please?" Positioning me on the table took a while, instead of the standard stirrups, straps hung from the ceiling. With my butt hanging over the edge of the table, my ankles were hoisted skyward and outward, "You can't stretch me any further or I'll split down the middle!" I screamed. They paid no attention to me and got another 8 inches of leg separation. "How are you doing?" Carol asked. "Not good! I answered. I felt them spread the KY gel and start the ultrasound. Cynthia came over and held my hand and said, "I didn't realize your organs had shrunk so much." I heard Dr. Jansen exclaim, "Oh my God! There it is, look at that!" Dr. Wilson said, "I need to give nature a helping hand. Janice, you may feel a little sting as I start an incision." The flash of a camera went off and Dr. Wilson was pointing out all of the forming organs to Dr. Jansen. Dr. Wilson came up and showed me the picture. I had a vagina! "Sis, it looks like yours when you started puberty." Back in my room, Dr. Wilson explained that very soon my penis would cease to function, my urethra and other female organs will take over. "I see no reason to keep you confined any longer. I would like you to keep a journal and document any and all changes as they occur." "Excuse me doctor, but I have to pee." Not giving me a choice, he had me sit on a bedpan and both doctors watched. I have never gone with such force before. My bladder emptied as soon as it started. Two doctors stood up with smiles on their faces and in unison exclaimed; "It works, your new plumbing works! Welcome to womanhood!" everyone said in unison. I cried and laughed at the same time. Sixty days later I was talking with Dr. Jansen. I was finished and a fully functioning female. No trace could be found that I was ever a man. "I am woman." I called mom and Cynthia into the office. "Dr Jansen here is a document that will allow you to publish what has happened. Please don't use our names, and here are a couple of pictures we took when my body quit changing." "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, even if someone is able to put two and two together, their eyes won't allow them to believe I was ever a man." We all were laughing as we stepped into the sunlight, with my arms around Mom and Cynthia, I said, "When I finish my next period, I'm going to get laid!" I got elbowed by both of them and in unison they said, "You hussy!" It has been almost two years, I have had no problems. Cynthia, Samantha, and I still live together. We see mom once or twice a week and I see Dr Jansen each time Cynthia and Samantha go for a checkup. I'm still a virgin?at twenty-six I'm still a virgin! "Yuck." Note: I may add to this story at some point, but where would I go with it? I have had a life that is more fulfilling then anyone could ever wish for. I have had the best of both worlds. I have a date on Friday night and I may or may not keep my "cherry," he has to treat me like a lady or he won't get to first base. With love, Janice Smith.