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Part 1
I should introduce myself, my name is Josh Martin, and I was 12 years
old, an only child and in the sixth grade at McAllister JR high when my
story starts. I was tall for my age, 5'8 but very thin. I was always
thought of as a 'wimp', but once I get into a fight, I earn the other's
respect. So I was one of the guys. I am very mature for my age and roll
with the punches well, so to speak. I played lots of sports and was
finding girls very attractive. This is the story that changed most of
who and what I was.
AGE 12
"What happened?" I asked.
I saw my parents in the room; I was lying in a bed. The last thing I
remembered was being on a bus going to a field trip in the mountains. I
looked around and realized I was in the hospital; I seemed to be pretty
banged up but not in any pain.
My mom asked what I remembered, I said, "Nothing really, what
happened?"
My mother held up a newspaper in front of me, as I could not raise my
arms for some reason, it said, "Bus crash kills seven students on field
trip, 10 others critically hurt."
"Oh Shit!" I said, my mother let the curse pass due to the situation,
"I guess I was one of the critical."
"Yes," my mom said, "you can't move because they have you sedated with
a local, but they wanted to bring you out of a coma first."
"That's why it doesn't hurt."
I learned from my mother and father that the bus had rolled over while
making a sharp turn off the highway. The bus was going to fast and went
down an embankment. I was crushed by some debris when I was thrown from
the bus. I was 'lucky' the kid sitting next to me was decapitated. I
was going to be in the hospital for a long time they said. There was
something else, I could just tell, but they weren't going to say, not
yet.
As the days went on, things became routine. The nurse would come in,
erect a curtain over my neck so I couldn't see and then clean and dress
me. As I felt nothing it did not hurt, but I found the curtain thing
weird.
I asked the nurse why the curtain and she said, "The doctors don't want
you to see your body, you were mangled harshly in the accident and need
to heal, they just feel it would make you upset."
This seemed reasonable enough, but it mad me antsy, what was the
damage? I thought. I was about to find out, my personal doctor came in
(all the residents in the hospital who came to see me would never say
anything and would all change the subject).
"Hi Josh." said Doctor Reed.
"Hi Doc" I said. My parents were there now.
"Josh, I am sure you have lots of questions, so let me start with a
rundown. You were ejected from the bus, part of the bus rolled onto you
and crushed your chest and pelvis, you have a broken back and a severe
concussion, although the concussion is almost gone. It has been six
weeks since the crash."
"Six weeks?" I said. "I only woke up four days ago."
"That's right," said the doctor, "you were in a coma for a little over
five weeks, but even with all this damage there is surprisingly little
internal damage."
"That is great news." said my parents.
"Yes, it is said the doctor. Josh, you will be unable to move for about
another week, we will then take you off the local and get you into
rehab."
"When will I be healed?"
"In about three to five months, the back thing is just the vertebrae;
there is nothing wrong with your spinal cord."
"Good." I said.
"Any questions Josh?" said the doctor.
"Yes, why does the nurse put the screen up over my neck when she
changes me?"
The doctor looked at my parents and then gave the same answer as the
nurse, I accepted it but I still felt there was more.
"When can I go home?" I said.
"Not for a few months." said the doctor. "Anything else?"
"Nope." I said.
"Good we will talk next week then."
The next week came, I had been getting better and better each day and
they took me off the drugs the next week. Doctor Reed, my parents and
another person were present. I found out that the other person was a
Psychiatrist who worked for the hospital. I now knew something must be
wrong.
"Okay," said doc Reed. "You should be able to feel your body."
Boy, could I feel it, I ached all over, and they gave me Tylenol and
codeine for the pain.
"Josh, we need to talk." said Doctor Reed.
"I knew it." I said "There's something else wrong, what is it?"
"Josh, I have been treating you for 10 years and find you one of my
best, most mature patients. I also know to just give you the news and
not sugar coat it, so here it is. In the accident you were impaled in
the groin by a piece of metal, your genitals were ruined."
"Ruined? What's that mean? I won't have kids?"
"Well yes, but you see the whole package was lost."
"OH MY GOD, I HAVE NO DICK"!!" I yelled.
"JOSH!!" Yelled my mom.
"Well sorry mom but this is just, just..." I started to cry, my parents
held me.
"Josh," said Doctor Reed, "this is Doctor Dana Anderson, and she will
help you along with this."
"Josh, you will be needing to make some choices soon," said Doctor
Dana, "I have the chief surgeon from the institute of Cosmetic and
reassignment surgery coming to see you."
"Cosmetic and reassignment?" I said.
"Yes. They are the most equipped to rebuild your penis."
At least I felt a little relief, knowing I would get a penis back.
"We will talk later," said Dana, "we will leave you with your parents."
A few days later the Doctor from the institute came by, a very nice man
named Doctor Harris. Doctor Harris checked me out (they still would not
let me look at it, which I guess was for the best) and he then went to
talk with my other doctors. When I had talked to my parents and later
doctor Dana, I started feeling better about myself, it would be a year
lost but I would gain back some function (peeing) and be able to lead a
normal life.
What came next was a shock, to say the least. All the doctors were
there and so were my parents.
Doctor Harris spoke, "Josh, I have some bad news, we will not be able
to rebuild your penis, I am sorry. There is just too much lower pelvis
damage. You have two choices, you can stay like this, peeing through a
catheter or we can reassign you sexually."
I said, "Reassign? What's that mean?"
Doc Harris said, "Simply, we can make you into a girl."
I was shocked, of course this was now too much and I went nuts, yelling
and throwing things. The doctors left at my parent's request and they
then calmed me down.
My father said, "Josh, look we love you, you are our only child.
Staying as you are right now is no way to go through life; we will love
you no matter what."
"You want me to a girl"! I said.
They both said, "Yes!"
My mom said, "Josh look, we have been prepared for this since the
beginning, we knew the possibility was there and we have come to the
only good answer."
"But I will be a queer, I like girls and doing boy things, I can't do
this."
My dad said, "Josh you have to, it is the only way. I have already put
in a transfer to another state and the house is for sale. This way you
never have to go in front of your friends again. We will have a small
funeral for you, say you were cremated and then legally change you name
to whatever you want. Your friends will remember you as you were and
you, we, can start over."
I had never seen, nor heard my father so sincere and kind, it totally
disarmed me and I said, "Okay, I will do it. How are you going to pay
for this?"
My mom explained that there was a lawsuit against the bus company and
the school district for allowing this to happen. That is where it would
come from and it would probably be an out of court settlement. We
called back in the doctors and gave them the okay. I would have to wait
two months to finish healing in the groin, before we could do surgery.
Doctor Harris and Doctor Dana would prep me over that time.
As the time went by, I got to know my Doctors well. Doctor Harris
explained that since I was so young that a simple course of hormones
would start the breast development and the softening of my features. I
started them right away. Doctor Dana explained to me about girls, my
mom wasn't really up to the task, so she gave me a course in female sex
ed. I was surprised to learn that I would be able to have sex like a
normal girl after a while (I had no interest in this). We also talked
about lesbianism, since I was so hot for girls; Dana explained how
things worked and what went where. It was so much more then the normal
guy ever learns.
As the day approached, Doctor Harris had been explaining what they were
going to do, it sounded gross but I just went along with it. Three days
before the change, my parents came in very upset.
"What's wrong?" I said.
"Josh, we can't do the operation!" my mom said.
"Why not?"
My mother then explained that the bus company had no insurance, they
picked up and left town. That left the School system, but since our
town was unincorporated the school system was on its own and the filed
for bankruptcy. They were so far in debt and we were on the bottom of
the totem pole.
"You mean I am stuck like this?"
"Yes, for now." said mom.
My father explained that his insurance would pick up the tab on the
hospital and the accident, but not the change over. My parents had some
money, but not enough for this. Well I was dumbfounded, now what. I had
been taking hormones for two months and my nipples were begging to
change. I was up a real creek now. My parents told the doctors and said
all was off. Everyone was sad.
Another week went by and one night after my parents had gone home I was
in my room when Doctor Harris stopped by.
"Josh, can we talk."
"Sure Doc."
"Josh, I have a way for you to get the operation."
"How?" I said excitedly.
Doctor Harris then explained that the institute wanted to try an
experiment. They wanted to transfer a female uterus and Fallopian tubes
into a male getting a sex change and see if that person could have a
period.
I was shocked, first I said no, "You're crazy, you can't do this." but
the longer we talked, I realized it would be the only way and I could
not live like this. "But my parents will never go for it."
"Don't worry about that, we won't tell them." said doc Harris.
"What will we tell them?" I said.
"That the institute has a big heart and wanted to do this for you."
I knew not to go along, but I was young and stupid, so I did.
My parents were overjoyed at the news; the surgery went off without a
hitch. In secret talks with Doctor Harris, he explained that the Uterus
came from a girl about my age and ethnicity who was killed suddenly in
a car wreck and that it might take some time for me to see any results.
I had to keep in touch with the institute and the doctor gave me a
number for a regular doctor and a gynecologist in my new state who were
in on this project. Doctor Harris also did some minor cosmetic surgery
on my face to soften my features.
I finally was getting ready to get out of the hospital; Doctor Harris
explained to me that he had been able to use some my own penis in the
building of my vagina. He said this would help with sexual stimulation.
I had learned to masturbate as a boy only a year earlier. I worked at
it until I achieved orgasm and shot my load. I was masturbating
everyday up until the accident, so to say I was horny is an
understatement.
I had never really looked at my new body, so I finally screwed up the
courage and went down the hall in the hospital to a room with a full-
length mirror. I went in and closed the door; I had on only sweats and
a T-shirt. I took off all my cloths and put them on the bed; I turned
and looked in the mirror.
What I saw was a girl who needed tons of help (makeup, hair). I had AA
breasts and no pubic hair, although at least my pussy looked like a
Ziploc bag. I looked like a 12 year old girl who hadn't really started
puberty. I was going to put my clothes on when doctor Dana came in, I
was surprised and tried to put the sweats in front of my pussy.
She laughed, "Most girls would grab the shirt and hide their boobs."
I laughed at the joke.
"You have a good looking little body, no one will notice." said Dana.
"Yeah but the rest of me is a train wreck." I said.
"Well that's why I am here, come sit down on the bed."
I felt relaxed with her and I was still nude. Dana explained that the
nurses had gotten together and got a makeup and hair artist to come in
and help me, Dana also said she knew of the experiment from Doctor
Harris and would explain the 'facts of life' to me before I left to go
home.
"Now get dressed!" she said.
The Makeup woman came in and showed me how to do some light makeup, she
also straightened out my now shoulder length dirty blond hair.
"You need blonde highlights," she said, "it will bring out your face
and add something to it."
I was fine with this, since I was clueless. When she was done all the
nurses raved over the change, even my mother and father were impressed.
I looked in the mirror and saw a cute young girl looking back at me. I
was finally ready to leave the hospital, my mother bought me some plain
panties and a training bra, I also wore sweats out. I had decided on
the name Jennifer for myself. My parents liked it and we did the
necessary paper work before shoving off. We had a very long ride ahead,
it took 16 hours to get to our new place.
My new town looked very nice, our new house was cute and roomy. I had
my own room, my mom explained to me that they left it a neutral color
so I could make up my mind what I wanted. My bed was queen size and a
little frilly around the edge. I had a desk and lots of closet space,
all and all very nice.
My mom came in and said, "We have to go shopping for clothes for you,
so let's go."
I was surprised; I forgot I would need new clothes now. My mom took me
to the local chain store and I started looking at the girls stuff.
My mom said "The sizes for girls are different, you are a size 4 by
your measurements."
"Okay." I said.
I was really fascinated by the lingerie, it looked so sexy, but only if
another girl had it on. My mom spent 600 dollars on clothes for me; I
got some jeans, pants, blouses, skirts, socks and underwear. She would
not buy me anything remotely revealing, but I didn't care.
When we got home, my mother let me go put my new stuff away, I heard a
knock at the door.
"Come on in!" I said. "Oh hi mom."
"We need to talk." she said.
"What's up!" I said.
She proceeded to produce one of those teenage books on the body, which
explain the facts of life.
She said, "I never thought I would have a daughter, so I am not really
prepared for this talk, but you should ask me anything. At least we can
skip the period part. Lucky you."
I said, "Yeah!"
Little did she know. I really had nothing to say, since I already got
the rundown at the hospital and I was still a straight guy in my mind.
I did ask her some stuff about periods; under the pretense of what will
I be missing. I had missed some six months of school, but still got
promoted by using tutors. The new school year was starting in two
weeks, right after I turned 13.
AGE 13
I was getting ready for school and was standing naked in front of the
mirror, I noticed that my breasts had grown; I was now actually turning
into a girl. I was surprised; I guess I had always felt that I would
somehow stay a boy.
My new school was Danver's JR High; it was not as big as my last
school. I went to school dressed in a skirt and blouse with Mary Jane's
on. It felt weird, but since I had not gotten to high school yet and
all the competition that goes on, I felt okay. I still got the feeling
though that EVERYONE was staring at me and could see right through me
that I was really a boy. I was just paranoid of course, they were just
checking out the new kid.
Funny thing happened my first day, I went to go to the bathroom and
nearly walked into the boy's room.
I only stopped as I was opening the door because a boy came out and
said, "Wrong one, you're the next door."
I was a little mortified and said, "Thanks."
I was not allowed to go to Gym class for another four months so
everything could heal. My teachers were nice and so were the kids, I
made some friends but not many. I had a hard time filling in my back
story, you know, where are you from and so on. Still I made some
friends, Kelly, Jane and Brits (short for Britany).
The next four months went by very fast; the only thing of note was my
first trip to both doctors. My regular doctor was Doctor Sheila Morgan,
she gave me the whole going over and declared me healed, and I could
now go to Gym class.
My Gynecologist was Doctor Sharon Jones. This was very strange.
My mother and I go to the doctor's and my mother is saying, "Why do you
need an OB/GYN? You do not really have any female parts?"
My response was, "Well the doctors said I do, so they must know what
they are talking about."
We got there and Doctor Sharon come in and introduces herself. She
explains that while I don't have girl organs (LIE!) I need to be
checked on every once in a while to see how my vaginal canal is doing.
She then says let's go do an exam.
"Jen, go take off your all your clothes and put this gown on."
I go into the bathroom and put the tie back gown on. Meanwhile the
doctor sees that my mom is a little nervous and says to my mom, "If you
want to, you can wait in the outer office."
"Yes, I think I will I am just not ready to see this yet."
"I quite understand." the doc said.
I come out of the bathroom, "Where's my mom?"
"She is in the other room; she isn't ready to see you as a girl yet,
which is good it will let us talk. Hop up on the table."
She then explained to me that Doctor Harris had told her what was going
on and that they were not sure if the process would take. So far all
seemed well; she also said one of my hormone drugs was not hormones but
an organ rejection drug. I would be off that one in six months and if
nothing happened then the organs took. Whether they would work or not
was another story.
"Okay, let's do the exam." she said. "Lay back and put your feet in the
stir-ups, I will be putting my finger in your Vagina and then we will
look with the Speculum."
When she put her finger in, I tensed up.
"Relax." she said.
"Okay, all seems well, now the speculum, this might hurt a little." She
lubed it up and slid it in.
"OW"!! I said.
"It's okay, all looks well, but I need to see a little further. What I
am going to do is put this camera up inside you and take a look."
The camera was on the inside of what looked like a dildo.
"That will hurt too much"! I said.
"Don't worry, I will be gentle."
She lubed up the whole camera and put it at my vaginal entrance. She
then rubbed my clit so see if any stimulation happened, she got her
answer.
"Ohhhh, Mmmm." I said.
"Good!" she said "Your clit works."
She then slowly slid the camera in and out of my vagina, working it
further up in me.
I moaned more but said, "It hurts, but feels good at the same time."
She then looked in the monitor and saw my cervix and declared it
looking healthy.
As she moved it up and down one more time I moaned hard, "OHHHHHHH" and
then felt all tingly inside and the my vagina flooded with moisture.
"Excellent!" Doctor Sharon said, "You came honey, you had an orgasm.
Very, very good!"
I was surprised, but felt a lot of relief.
"Doctor Harris will be extremely happy that you are functioning like a
normal girl."
"Did you just take my virginity?" I asked.
"Not really honey, you were never a 'virgin', you didn't have a hymen
and you really can't be deflowered until a boy does it with you. Of
course remember we are trying to make you fully functional, so don't go
having sex with any boys, you could get pregnant at any time and you
don't want that to happen. If it does ever happen, that you have sex
with a boy, come see me immediately. We may even put you on the 'pill'
to get your cycle going. We have a ton of options, so just don't have
sex please, if you need to get off, you can masturbate all you want."
"Don't worry." I said, "I am not attracted to boys anyway."
"Good!" said Doctor Sharon, "That works out best for now, who knows
maybe you will find a girl."
I let that pass without comment because I thought the same thing.
"You are very healthy now go and get changed."
I got changed and went to the waiting room, my mother said, "How is he,
I mean she?"
"She is doing great, just great!" said Doctor Sharon.
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