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Strange friendship By Jennifer Adams I had to finally sit down and write this out to get my life into prospective. It has been several weeks since I last saw Micheal, my now ex-boyfriend. He said he had to move on with his life and find a nice girl who could give him children. I told him I understood and that I supported his decision. I have been crying ever since and I think I have finally cried myself out of tears. As my tears began to fade, my mind began to clear. I slowly began to realize just what has been happening in my life over the last few years and now I need to piece it all together and I thought I would share it here. I had known Micheal long before this all started. We became quick friends soon after he moved here in the summer when I was twelve. He was a year older than I was and since he only lived a couple of doors down from me we hung out a lot that year. We did all kinds of crazy stuff and I got into a quite a bit of trouble with what we did. We shoplifted gum, candy, and cigarettes and few other things. We played pranks on people, like the time he talked me into puncturing people's tires with an ice pick until I get busted doing it and got grounded for two weeks. When I got in trouble for doing this stuff, my mother would ask me why I went along with Micheal and I would say, "I didn't know." That much was true about me going along with Micheal. I was a pretty straight-laced kid and most likely would have never done those things on my own. It was also true that I didn't know, at least I didn't at the time, but looking back on it I know now. I was a skinny shrimp of a kid and more than a bit of a nerd, if you will. Other kids just didn't seem to want to hang out with me and I was never one to initiate interaction. Micheal had started our friendship by introducing himself right after he moved in. Even then I was a little shy but he dragged me out of my shell so to speak and asked me to hang out with him and show him around. Micheal was the first person I was able to think of as a friend so I was afraid to loose his friendship. There was also the thing about his ability to persuade others to do what he wanted. His also being older caused me to follow rather than lead. There were many times when I was alone, I would wonder how he talked me into doing different stuff. Especially when I was grounded for something we did. Strangely, he never seemed to get into trouble. When school started that year our friendship changed, much to my mother's relief. Micheal began meeting other kids in his class and he began to have less and less time for me. We still hung out from time to time but it was a lot less as time went on. I guess many of the other people he hung with didn't want to hang out with me since I was a grade lower and my people skills hadn't really improved all that much. Looking back, Micheal only really hung around with me when either no one else was available or if he wanted something from me. I must have been to young or to desperate at the time to see it. My mother seemed to be happy that he wasn't hanging around as much since I wasn't getting in trouble like that first summer. Everything changed during the summer I was fifteen. Leading up to that summer, Micheal had gotten into smoking pot and naturally shared this with me as well. I had been reluctant at first, but as I said, he could talk me into just about anything. He would take me along sometimes when he did things with his best friend John and his girlfriend Sally. We always got high when we hung out. Later when I when the buzz wore off I realized that not only Micheal, but John and Sally were able to order me around and get me to do stuff I wouldn't normally do but I didn't think too much of it at the time. Now I would say that pot makes me very suggestible like a hypnotic. I even got to fool around with Sally a couple of times which was exciting since I had never been with a girl. By the time school let out that year, Sally had broken up with Micheal because she hadn't wanted to go all the way and he had made her do it. As I said, he just had that way of getting people to do what he wanted. John went to stay with his grandparents in Iowa for the summer and he wouldn't be back until a week before school. Evidently, his parents wanted to get him away from Micheal's influence after he had talked John into hot-wiring his parents' car and taking it for a joyride and wrecked it. Since there was no way for them to press charges on Micheal without implicating their son, they sent him to his grandparent's farm for the summer. That left him wide open for me. I was pleased about that at the time, but now I can't believe that I felt that way. This all came together to change my life forever. We were hanging out at his house a couple of days after school let out for the summer. Both his parents and my mother were at work. We had just twisted one up and were talking about John and Sally. He said that it was a real bummer about John get sent to Nowhereville, USA to be a farm hand for making a little mistake like he did. I agreed with him, not realizing at the time that John was not really my friend. He said that it was going to be a boring summer without John and that he needed a project to occupy his time. Instead of being insulted, as I should have been since he said I was boring, I just agreed with him. He looked at me for a moment and started talking about Sally and what a bitch she was for dumping him. He said that girls just didn't know how much guys needed sex and stuff. Again I agreed with him, as if I had known anything about having sex with a girl. As the conversation progressed, he showed me Sally's bikini. She had apparently left it at his house before the break up when they had gone swimming in Micheal's pool. Well, his parents' pool. It was bright pink and had strings to tie it on. At one point Micheal asked me to try on Sally's bikini and I told him in no way did I want to wear it since I wasn't gay. Needless to say, a very short time later I was modeling the bikini for him. He said I was much too hairy and my hair didn't look right. Before I realized what was happening, I was in his shower shaving all my body hair. I dried off, put the bikini back on and sashayed back to his room in the basement where he was waiting with a pair of scissors. He trimmed my bangs and my split ends. He used a couple of rubber bands to put my hair into twin ponytails and combed my bangs down and had me look in the mirror. I saw a young girl in a pink bikini looking back at me. She looked pretty young since I was pretty short, had a flat chest, and was lacking womanly curves. I would guess her to be about twelve years old and waiting to blossom into womanhood. Then I noticed one thing that threw the whole illusion off. There was a bulge in the bikini bottoms right where it should be smooth. Micheal suggested that push my equipment between my legs and adjust the panty. I did and the look was amazing. I was fascinated with the young girl I appeared to be. Micheal came up and rubbed my butt and told me how cute I was. I liked it, but there was still a sense of wrongness to the whole thing. I told him that I wanted to take it off and he suggested another doobie. After smoking the joint I felt more comfortable in the sexy suit and really began to enjoy when Micheal touched me and told me I was pretty, and sexy, and cute. He pulled opened his pants and jacked off while I posed and sashayed around his room. By the time he was finished, the munchies were really kicking in and since it was getting close to lunchtime we went upstairs and I made us some sandwiches for lunch, continuing to play the part of the girl. After that we went out to the pool for a bit. I was nervous, but Micheal reassured me that I was a cute girl, he told me, besides the pool was surrounded by a privacy fence and no one would be able to see enough of me to know that I was not just another girl in a bikini. We spent a little while hanging out in and around the pool. As I began to get more concerned about what I was wearing, Micheal suggested heading back to his room for another smoke. Down in his room, we twisted up again and he kept telling me what a pretty girl I was and touching my butt, back and thighs. It felt good and I was really getting into "being" a girl. He pulled down his trunks and pulled his dick out. This time, with a little prompting, I took hold of it and gave him a hand job and then he rubbed my butt and nipples while I jacked off. Afterwards, I took our swim wear and towels and put them in the washer and they just finished in the dryer by the time Micheal's folks got home. We sneaked the swimwear back into his room and I combed my hair into more of a boy's style. I said good-bye to his folks as I left for home. I got home just before my mother and started dinner. I was really worried about her noticing my hair, but the only thing she did was mention that something looked different about me, but she didn't know what. I told her that I was swimming with Micheal and she said it was probably just me getting tanned. Tanned? I hadn't thought of that. I had spent all that time in the sun in a girl's swimsuit I wondered if I had bikini lines so I slipped into my room and looked. I did. I would have to stop wearing that bikini. I would have to tell Micheal to forget it if he asked me to do it again. The next day found me back in the bikini and attempting to act even more girly than the day before. I was swinging my hips and everything. Micheal even produced a pair of falsies to wear in the bra cups. Looking the mirror I found a teen aged girl looking back. It also didn't seem to take him, as long to get me back in that bikini with the falsies, so we were in the pool much sooner that day. Whenever I started to tell him that I wanted to stop what I was doing he would fire up a joint. At the time, I didn't make the connection. We helped each other get off a couple of times that day and it ended with me washing our swimwear and heading home to make dinner for my mom. It was only a couple of days later that he talked me into letting him pierce my ears. He also had me paint my finger and toenails with his sister's bright pink nail polish to match my bikini, he said it made my hands look nicer especially when I gave him a hand job. Micheal's older sister Joan was away at college. Not that she ever paid much attention to me since she was so much older and pretty enough to run with the popular crowd in town. When my mother said something about my ears I told her that lots of guys had their ears pierced now days just like Micheal had told me. She looked at me funny for a moment and just shrugged her shoulders. If my father had still been alive there probably would have been a much bigger fight or if she had known that inside my socks and shoes that my toe nails were still bright pink, she might have had much more to say. She didn't seem to notice that I always wore a shirt and pants around her. She didn't know at that time I was hiding my shaved legs and darkening bikini tan. A few days after my first nail painting session, Micheal got me to wear some of Joan's make up. Mainly some bright red lipstick, which matched one of her bikini's which I was now wearing along with matching nail polish. He had me look at one of her fashion magazines to learn how to apply it and then put lip gloss on top of it. After hanging by the pool all morning, we ended up in his room. He asked me to kiss his dick this time. Since I was still buzzed, I agreed. He asked me to lick it, and I did. It tasted salty. That was how it started and by the time I got home, I couldn't believe that I had just given my first blow job. I sat in my room and stared at my red toenails and the lighter skin in the shape of a bikini swimsuit. There were now feathered lines along the edges since I was now wearing three different bikinis with different cuts and styles. I now had a bikini tan any girl would be proud of, only I wasn't a girl. I had to stop this but I didn't know how. Maybe I would just stay home tomorrow. The next day, when I didn't show up at Micheal's house, he came to mine. We twisted up and soon I was heading to Micheal's house wearing my mother's things. I was wearing a black skirt that looked like a micro-mini on me, a white blouse and black high-heeled sandals. Under all that I was wearing white bikini panties, a white bra and suntan pantyhose as if I needed them with my tan smooth legs. I was also wearing my mother's make up and red finger nail polish to match my toenails that were showing. By now I could change my earrings and I was wearing a pair of my mother's stud posts with dangles. It felt weird to feel them swing on my lobes as I turned my head. Once we got to Micheal's house, he began to kiss me and feel me up. It wasn't long before I was sucking him again. After that, he said he scored some new stuff and offered me a purple pill. I told him I didn't want to get into harder stuff like taking pills, but my resistance didn't last long. He ended up having me clean his room while we hung out and he talked me into letting him pierce my ears a second time. I sucked him one more time before he walked me home. We got home just before my mother and he kept her busy while I finished getting cleaned up and stashing her clothes. I would have to remember to wash them and put them back the next day. I don't know what Micheal said to her, but when I finally walked into the kitchen, she didn't seem to mind my new earrings at all. She even asked me if I wanted her to pick me up a couple of pair of earrings. Micheal said that would be great and it was settled. I now sported double pierced ears. The other weird thing that happened that night was that my mother asked me to help with some sewing after Micheal left. She had never done that before. We ended up making her a new dress. A few days later, Micheal decided that he was bored sitting around the house and he wanted to go do something. I said that I would change as I was making his bed while wearing one of his sister's mini dresses. I was also in full make up and my hair was done. I was becoming quite proficient at styling it after reading his sister's magazines, which he sort of required me to read when we were hanging around the pool. Lately though, I had been really getting into them. I had also noticed that I seemed to be getting more and more effeminate and even my mother would give strange looks from time to time. When I told Micheal about it, he would walk me home and talk with her. Then for some reason she didn't seem to give it another thought. Anyway, He said he wanted to show me off and even buy me a couple of things and he wanted me to go just the way I was. I started to protest and he twisted up another joint and explained that I had already been out and about in the neighborhood. I tried to tell him that walking around the neighborhood where most people were at work and the rest didn't get close enough to get a good look at me was different from going out in public. He said that was nonsense and in the end I found myself strutting around the mall as miss priss. Once at the mall, all the sensations my body was sending to my brain began to come together to make real nervous. I could feel the swinging of my dangle earrings, and the slight bouncing of my falsies in the bra I was wearing. I could also feel the bra and the panties with my equipment tucked between my legs. I could feel the sway in my hips from walking in heels and the way my feet were arched in the heels. I could hear my heels clicking on the tile floor as I walked. I could taste my lip gloss and smell the fragrance from my make up and perfume. I was scared to death, but I was here now and I had nowhere to hide. I lagged a little and Micheal took my hand and led me around. I couldn't believe I had let him talk me into this. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I seemed to do everything Micheal asked of me weather I wanted to or not. He began telling me to relax no one would notice a thing out of the ordinary and that I was just another pretty girl out with her boyfriend. Amazingly, I began to relax immediately. We walked around and he ended up buying me lunch. He talked me into a salad and a diet coke to make it look more normal. I began to notice something else. Boys were watching me. At first, I began to get paranoid, but Micheal pointed out that they were just watching me because I looked pretty and I realized that he was right. He told me to enjoy the attention and I did. When we finally left the mall, I was starting to get into it. I swiveled my hips a little extra and let myself get a little giddy like a girl. In fact, I was even starting to think of myself as a girl and not just a boy dressed in girl clothes. I even went to the ladies room to relieve myself and no one seemed to suspect a thing. When I left the ladies room Micheal was waiting for me and had a small paper sack in hand. He took me to a young woman's accessory shop and bought me a couple pair of earrings and pair of fake glasses that were extremely feminine. I wore them out of the mall. I thought it did a lot to improve my disguise. The bus ride to our neighborhood was uneventful except men kept checking out my legs and my "breasts". As he walked me home, he asked me if I wished my breasts were real. I was going to say no, but for some reason I decided to stay in character and said that I did wish they were real. He said that he did too. When we got to Micheal's house we twisted up again and then he opened the sack and handed me deep auburn hair color. He said that he thought I would look good as a redhead. I started to protest, but I was soon following the directions and wound up with a beautiful head of auburn hair. I thought it really made me look feminine. Something strange was beginning to happen in my mind. I was beginning to derive pleasure from pleasing Micheal and it seemed that the more feminine I became, the happier he was. By the time my hair was done, I was almost late in getting changed before his parents came home, but I made it. Micheal walked me home and chatted with my mother and my now auburn locks seemed to be of no concern to her. It was Friday so Micheal said he would see me on Monday and left. I spent the weekend with my mother and dressing in boy's clothes, I still took my purple pill every morning though. It was almost subconscious, I barely noticed that I did it. I also hadn't thought about it, but boy's clothes were beginning to feel alien to me. As the weekend progressed, I began to realize just what I was doing. I was turning myself into a girl. I didn't want to be a girl, but it was happening just the same. I had to stop it. I had to get away, but I couldn't seem to do it. Sunday night found me assessing myself in front of my mirror. I now had obvious bikini tan lines there was no hiding that. My nipples were also beginning to get a little swollen and they were pretty sensitive to touch. I had noticed as the weekend progressed that as my shirt rubbed them, I would get a stiffy, and as I fingered them in front of my mirror I shot a load on the mirror and floor. I tucked my dick between my legs and looked at my reflection. There was little doubt as to my gender. I was a girl, my reflection said so. From my long auburn tresses to my painted toenails, my reflection could not possible be that of an adolescent boy. Only a pre-adolescent girl reflected back. I knew I needed to stop hanging around with Micheal before this went too far, but I didn't know how to get away. The following morning found me lying on Micheal's bed in Sally's bikini bottom while Micheal played with my puffy nipples. He rubbed them, and sucked them. It felt so good. The whole time, he told me how pretty I was and how much he like me this way. I gushed as I felt an orgasm coming on. Then I gave Micheal a blow job and then went and got cleaned up. As the weeks went by, I continued to parade around as Micheal's girl. I noticed that my nipples continued to swell to the point that even in a t-shirt you could see them. I seemed to be acting more and more like a girl in the way I moved and with my mannerisms. I also noticed that the bikini bottoms and skirts seemed to fit my hips better. Upon examination, I realized that my hips were starting to have a slight flair to them like a girl's hips. Micheal kept telling me how pretty and sexy I was becoming and so the changes pleased me. Micheal began introducing me around to his friends as his new girlfriend Chienne. By this time, I didn't even argue when he wanted me to do something. There was still that part of me that knew what was going on and wanted to rebel, but it was becoming so natural to just do what he wanted. I traded a blow job for a naval piercing and one for a small heart shaped tattoo on my butt with Micheal's name in it with a rose. It was the beginning of August when everything came crashing down on me. As I said, my nipples had been swelling for nearly two months, but the first Saturday in August, I woke with little titties. They were pretty small, but more than obvious. I put on a baggy t-shirt, but apparently not baggy enough, because my mother noticed them and demanded to see me naked. I stood before her wearing nothing but a smile, well actually a nervous grin. My dick apparently had gotten so used to tucking between my legs that it seemed to do it on its own, so I wound up looking for all the world like a young girl in a bright pink bikini since the only part of my skin light enough to blush was my bikini areas. She demanded to know just what was going on so I began telling her about Micheal and how I couldn't seem to resist his demands. She said she would just see about that and called his parents and asked for him to come over. I thought I was finally going to be saved from all this. Micheal knocked on the door and my mother let him in. I saw the bulge in his pants grow at the sight of me standing naked in the middle of my living room. My mother demanded to know that meaning of this and pointed at me. As we stood waiting for an explanation, my hope came crashing down as Micheal began to explain that I had confessed to him my secret desire to become a girl. My mind screamed "WHAT?" but when he asked me, my mouth betrayed me and agreed with him. With his coaxing, I was suddenly babbling on about how I felt more comfortable as a girl and how I wanted nothing more than to be feminine and how Micheal was such a good friend for helping me realize my dream. Micheal spent a little time talking to my mother in the other room while they left me standing naked in the living room. That ended with my mother agreeing that I needed a new girl wardrobe and that she would take me immediately to get some new clothes. My head spun, what should have been my salvation turned out trapping me in feminine garb full time. I couldn't understand how it happened, but it did. Micheal left telling me to be a good girl for my mother and somewhere in my subconscious I felt a shift and knew that I would. My mother and I spent several hours at the mall buying my all kinds of things. She even had me measured for a bra. It seems that I was now a 32A. When we got home and put my things away. She told me to wear a nice skirt and blouse and she took me out to dinner. At dinner, she told me she had been watching me all day and I appeared to be very relaxed and comfortable as a girl and it seemed obvious that the next step was to take me to the doctor. My mother took a couple of days off work and in between going to Micheal's house, I was ushered off from one doctor to the next. Micheal even helped me study for a test I was going to take with a psychiatrist. I told him that they said I didn't need to study, but he insisted. In the end, I discovered that as result of the test that I was transgender. It was recommended that I begin transition immediately. Which meant that I was to begin living full time as a girl. Over the couple of weeks before school started a lot of things were done. One of which was returning to my doctor for a shot of female hormones. The doctor told me to stop taking the pills I was taking at home as they would cause me to over dose and could have very dangerous results. I told him that I wasn't taking hormone pills at home and he explained that the changes in my body don't occur naturally in boys and that he knew I had to be taking hormones in order for this to happen to me. He asked if I was taking purple pills and I said yes. He told me stop taking those. Then it came together in mind. All this time, Micheal had me taking hormone pills to turn me into a girl. I was mad as hell at him, unfortunately it did not stop from running into his arms when I got home. My mother started the process to change my identity to that of a female and she took me to school to make arrangements for the next school year. I wore a pretty floral print dress and had my picture taken for my ID. I had to learn a lot of do's and don'ts and answer a bunch of questions, which like the gender test, my answers were rehearsed with Micheal. When my ID arrived in the mail a couple of days later it was in the name of Chienne. That was it, I was going to spend the next school year as a girl. When Micheal saw my ID he laughed. We were lying on his bed and he was kneading my breasts, which had grown some more and were now a small B cup. I asked him what was so funny and he told me that Chienne was French for bitch. I was now legally a bitch. I got mad and tried to push him a way. He bent his head down and began sucking my hard nipples alternately and telling me it turned him on for me to be called a bitch cause I was his bitch and I should like that, and suddenly I did. I began to equate it with sexual pleasure to think of myself a Micheal's bitch. As School started I took classes that would make me a girly-girl as Micheal put it. I began to major in home economics. When people started realizing who I was, I got teased a lot at first and often cried in Micheal's shoulder and he would reassure me. Also, by this time, I was taking Micheal in my rear hole. Our sexual encounters consisted of me blowing him to orgasm and swallowing, then him playing and sucking my breasts and nipples until I came. Usually by then he was hard again and would take me from behind. Now that I didn't have to hide being a girl from anyone, he had me get my ears pierced all the way around even the nub in center was pierced. He talked me into getting collagen shots in my lips and had me trade a blow job for a tongue stud. He also shared me with John who would occasionally sneak over to Micheal's house. My breasts continued to grow through out the school year and finally settled on a 32C with the aide of more shots every three months. My hips have also enlarged considerably. Of course, I no longer got stiffies and I didn't shoot anymore. I just sort of dribbled. Micheal also had me trade another blow job for a tattoo that circles my ankle that has my name interlaced with a rose vine. For my sixteenth birthday Micheal got my nipples pierced by a friend and I didn't even have to give him a blow job, all though I did have put up with him groping my boobs and playing with my nipples a little more than necessary. Being so feminine makes me sick sometimes, but I was so trapped into it that there was very little I can do. I ran into Sally just before second semester. The rumor was that she transferred to different school after she broke up with Micheal. I was at a lingerie shop because I needed to buy some special sport panties and bras for Phys Ed. I forgot all that had happened for a moment and said. " Hi Sally." She looked at a moment and said. " Do I know you?" I immediately realized what I had just done and tried to shrink away. Then I could see it dawn on her face. " Oh MY ... Kyle? Is that you? You look just like a girl!" At that point, everyone in the store looked at me. I wanted to die. She looked around like everyone else for a moment and quietly asked how I came to be here in women's clothing. I said. " Well, Micheal..." She told me to stop that said it all. She said that he had talked about doing it but she didn't believe he would. She said that she wished she could help, but was too afraid to get near him. She wished me luck and we paid for our purchases and went our separate ways. So he had planned this all along. I should have been mad at him and I was, but like a drug addict, I ran right back into Micheal's arms. Micheal took me to school dances, but with the common knowledge that we were just friends. He explained that it would ruin his reputation if others knew that we were more than friends. Also, a new rule came into being. Micheal could date whomever he chose, I was just his piece on the side, I am exclusive to him alone. Meaning he can date and I cannot. This angered me as well, I mean after going through all this at his whim, I am only to be second fiddle. On the other hand, I didn't really want to "date" boys and I doubted many girls would want to date me looking like a girl yet still being a boy. As school came to a close for another year, my mother insisted that I get a job for the summer. Micheal had me get a job in a young woman's accessory shop as a clerk. Also now that I had breasts of my own, he had me show them off with low cut tops and blouses and I was to show off my hips legs and butt with short hip hugging skirts. This style ended up being perfectly suited to my new job. It also helped to convince my psychiatrist that I was progressing splendidly in my pursuit of womanhood and I was soon scheduled for reassignment surgery with my mother's permission. I suspect now that it was all orchestrated by Micheal. He also encouraged me to have it done telling me how he couldn't wait for me to be a complete woman for him. He also alluded that we could be boyfriend and girlfriend for real afterward. To my credit, it took him a long time to convince me to have the surgery. I knew then that everything else might be able to be undone, but the surgery made it permanent. There would be no going back after that, and the fact was that in spite of everything, I was still attracted to women and not at all to men. As much as I didn't want to have the surgery, I did. With Micheal it was always just a matter of time before he wore down my resistance. In some ways it didn't hurt as much as I had thought it would and in others it hurt worse. Physically, I thought it would be more painful, not to say it didn't hurt. It hurt a lot, I was just expecting more pain. The emotional and mental pain would have gotten the best of me if it were not for Micheal and even then I almost succumbed to the anxiety a couple of times. Most of my free time would find me in Micheal's bed or doing something for him as I healed and dilated. Eventually, I healed up and one Saturday morning I sat on my bed, which was now a canopy bed, my mother had redone my whole room so that it wasn't even a sanctuary from my feminine prison. I sat naked on the bed and in front of a full-length mirror and examined myself. My medium sized breasts were now capped with dark pink puffy nipples with small thick silver rings through them. My flat tummy was accented by a dangling heart in my naval. Below that I was now the unhappy owner of a vagina. It looked as good as any I had seen, not that I had really seen very many. My clitoris was a little on the large side and it too had a silver ring through it. A gift from Micheal after he made a "real" woman out of me. The auburn hair color had be come a permanent periodic ritual as my hair grew. I now sported a lush mane of auburn hair that fell to below my shoulder blades. My fingernails and toenails were painted and I never left my house without make up. About the only nice thing about having the surgery was that it was not so awkward for me to change the girl's locker room since I now had the same body configuration and the other girls no one seems to give it a second thought. As I started my final year of high school, I did it as a complete girl and I did it alone. Micheal graduated the year before and went on to a local college. He would take me out more often now that none of his college friends knew that I had been born a guy. He would also have me trade sexual favors for things he wanted. I spent one Friday night as a drunken slut for a fraternity he was pledging for the following year. I also did maid duty for them. At another party, it was discovered that I was still under age and it turned into a big fiasco that resulted in several students being expelled from the college including Micheal. Since the college was local, the scandal made the papers and I too, was asked to leave school, without my diploma. Much to my mother's dismay. As usual, though, Micheal smoothed it over with her. I came of age over the summer and fall would find Micheal and I in another town where he went to a community college and I worked to support us. I started working in fast food, but Micheal soon convinced me to find something that paid better. With his coaxing I ended up working as a stripper. From time to time, I would moonlight as a streetwalker to make extra money when we needed it, as Micheal deemed it necessary. Even after two years of having a vagina, I still didn't find men sexually attractive, I guess that is a plus when trading sex for money since to me one dick was like another some were longer or fatter or darker than others, but to me it was just a dick. Something that I no longer had and wished was still a part of me. I knew Micheal had done this to me and I could also sense that he didn't really love me, since he never said it or showed it. I was beginning to think that he was incapable of love. I wanted to leave him, to be free of him, yet I couldn't bring myself to leave him, no matter how he treated me or what he said to me. He was still like a drug to me. In the end, he would beg me to stay and tell me how much he cared for me. Even then I couldn't resist him. I would just continue to do his bidding. Even when he would have me waiting on his friends like a maid. His classmate friend Karen seemed to take particular joy in ordering me around and treating me like crap. I would notice her looking at Micheal when she did these things. I would get mad, but after she left, Micheal would assure me that there was nothing between them other than friendship. He told me that she preferred girls and that she was probably doing what she did, because she thought I was sexy, but knew I was his. Like always, I would shut up and accept this answer. Finally, Micheal received his master's degree and got a job and I thought that I could quit stripping and go back to school and get a degree. I told him I thought it was humiliating to show off my body to men and know they were turned on by it. He would have none of that and so I continued to do it. A couple of months after he started working. I had just got home from work and was still dolled up like a cheap whore. He sat me down and told me that he had accepted a promotion and a transfer out of state. I was happy, I thought that we could make a fresh start and maybe things would be different between us. Then he dropped the bomb on me. The reason he was telling me this was because he had asked his friend Karen to marry him and she said yes. It was during this conversation that he explained that he and Karen had been seeing each other for some time and all this time he had told me that she was just a friend. He added insult to injury by informing me that Karen wanted me to help plan the wedding and reception. That was when he said that he needed a woman who could give him children and asked me to be supportive. Again, I could refuse him nothing and went along with it. I helped them set everything up with Karen's parents by being the little errand girl. Picking up this and getting that. I helped Karen get dressed and was sat in the back of the church. At the reception I was the little serving girl and not actually one of the guests. The only time I didn't feel like a servant was when John asked me to dance with him. I helped clean up after the Bride and Groom left for their honeymoon to Bermuda and then they would head to Micheal's new job. I was heartbroken and angry that he married her after all I had done for him and he was just tossing me away like yesterday's newspaper. Karen's last act of humiliation came at the end of the reception clean up when her mother gave me a small gift from Karen, to be opened when I got home. It was in appreciation for all my efforts with the wedding. I went back to my apartment alone and opened the gift. Inside was a life like dildo and a note. I read the note: Dear Chienne, (bitch) I know that you have been wanting a dick of your very own for a long time. I couldn't give you your own so I gave a copy of one you know well. Use it and think of us, but don't ever contact us again. Micheal is my man now and I don't want his little project to distract him in his new life. Good bye and thanks for everything. With love, Karen I looked closely at the dildo and it did look familiar. It only took a couple of minutes for me to realize that it was an exact replica of Micheal's penis. I cried myself to sleep. For three weeks, I cried on and off. I was devastated at how he had used me all these years, but now my mind is beginning to clear and I am actually happy. I am finally free of Micheal. Even though I am more than a little worse for wear, I am free. I am standing naked in front of the mirror taking stock of myself. I still have long auburn hair, I even have my pubic hair died auburn to match the hair on my head. My breasts have grown a little since high school, but I am no tit queen. I still have soft smooth skin and my face is pretty. Now I can start looking for another job since I now control my own destiny again. Over all there is a lot to work with. It's been several weeks since I cried myself out. I moved back home and I am now a receptionist for a small plastic injection molding company. The pay isn't quite what I made as a stripper, but I don't have to take my clothes off in front everybody to do my job. A couple of weeks ago, John called me of all people. He said he liked dancing with me at the wedding and he apologized for what happened to me. I told him it wasn't his fault that Micheal talked me into this and he said that it kind of was. It turns out that he was the one who mentioned turning me into a girl in the first place. I told him that I was sure he never meant it to go this far and he agreed. He still said that if he hadn't mentioned it, Micheal might not have thought of it on his own. I told him that he shouldn't worry about it. After all Micheal was a resourceful guy, he may have all ready thought of it before John mentioned it. I was surprised when John asked me out and I was a little apprehensive, but he assured me that he had no bad intentions so I agreed. I have seen him two more times since then and he is really sweet and treats me with respect. I have to admit that this surprised me a little since he has known about all of my past indiscretions. I am finally beginning to see what women find attractive in men. Sometimes I get chills just thinking about him. On our last date, he kissed me and curled my toes. I got so excited that I invited him in for a nightcap and perhaps a little more, but he begged off, saying that he wanted to take it slow. He said he didn't want to rush things and screw up what might be a beautiful relationship. He's so sweet. I can hardly wait until Friday to see him again. I did finally tell my mother the truth about mine and Micheal's relationship and how I came to be a girl. She was very upset at first because she had actively participated in trapping me into a life I didn't want, but I explained to her that she didn't know and she was doing what she thought was best for me. I thanked her for being such an understanding parent anyway. I did ask her to help me learn how to be real girl and not just Micheal's trashy version. It was her help that changed my image enough to get my current job. I also ran into Sally at the same lingerie shop and we went for lunch after I told her Micheal married and left state. We filled each other in on what has happened in our lives and she invited me to a trial membership at her health spa. I was so excited to have a new friend. All in all, this is not the life I would have chosen, but I can live with it and learn to like it. I try not to think about Micheal since it only makes me mad. I do believe in the saying that what goes around comes around and I'm sure that one day Micheal will get his. The End AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have known a couple of people like this in my life and the only reason, I am sure, that they didn't do anything like this is because they didn't think of it.