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THE SAMANTHA HEWITT CHRONICLES
PART ONE - HOW TO BECOME FEMALE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING
It was all an accident waiting to happen. I was going to see my shrink
for help with my drinking problems. I was only 15 then and my parent's
divorce had put me through the emotional wringer and only drinking had
helped, but the divorce went on for over two years and by the time the
divorce was settled I was an alcoholic. My name was Sam Hewitt and I had
an appointment scheduled for 9.30 am. However what I didn't know was that
my shrink had been given the wrong file by his secretary and he had the
case notes for Samantha Harris, a transsexual who was about to under go
her first dose of the new genetic therapy drug GenePink. I thought
nothing when he called out 'Sam' and he asked if I'd cut my hair. He
explained that he'd lost his glasses and couldn't really see me properly.
Then he gave me a drink, which was unusual but I was thirsty after my long
wait and drank about half in one go.
"Drink it all down; you'll feel the benefit quicker that way."
I didn't want to be impolite and it tasted quite nice for a smoothie, but
I preferred mineral water to be honest. "It's nice."
"They make it that way. So then Samantha, I bet you can't wait to finally
be a real young lady?"
"My name's Sam, I'm not a girl."
"You will be my girl."
"What are you on about? I'm Sam Hewitt; I'm here about my alcohol
problem."
"Oh dear, oh dear. Did you drink all of it?"
"Yes, of course."
"Oh, you had better sit down. This is not good. I must call your
mother."
"What is this all about?" I felt tired and sleepy and my eyes got heavy.
"It's started. Dear god it's started. I am so sorry."
I awoke feeling refreshed and happy. I found that I was not in my bed,
but rather a bed in a hospital. "Why am I here?" I realised my voice was
wrong, I sounded like a girl.
"Sam, oh my dear baby."
I saw my mother sitting by my bed. "What is it?"
"Please stay calm Sam, don't get upset."
I tried to sit up and long blonde hair kept getting in my eyes. "Whose
hair is this? I pulled it, it hurt. "Ow."
"There was a mix up. You were given a medical treatment by accident.
It's that new super medicine that they give to boys who want to be girls.
You drank a whole dose of it."
"What?" I pulled own the bed cover to reveal that I was dressed in a
nightdress and my chest had two smallish bulges on it, my breasts! "I'm a
girl?!"
"It's ok sweetheart. You'll learn to adjust. You're still young and
you'll grow up to be a very beautiful woman."
"I want to be a boy again."
"I'm sorry, but because you drank the GenePink, you're immune to the
GeneBlue. You can never be male again. It's ok though, I'll help you
learn what it is to be a girl, pass on all my knowledge to you, my
daughter."
I felt sick and grossed out, mentally anyway. My body however felt great,
like I was in the best possible physical shape of my life. I felt a pain
in my bladder. "I have to pee. God, I have to sit down to pee for the
rest of my life."
"It's hardly difficult and it'll make cleaning the bathroom easier and
you'll never leave the loo seat up again."
I ignored my mother as I went over to the loo. Then I realised, I was in
a girls ward in the hospital. I needed to go however and technically my
body was genetically girl, so I went inside and tried not to feel at home
in the warm pink tiled bathroom. I had to hitch my nightdress up to my
waist and sit down. I felt strangely comfortable, my bum was massive, no
wonder. I finished as quickly as I could but 'down there' was wet with my
pee so I had to rub it dry with a couple of pieces of loo paper and then I
flushed and returned to find mother sorting out clothes for me to wear.
"Ah there you are. I've got you some panties and a bra. I had to measure
you last night when you were asleep, so your dress fits perfectly. I got
you these cute ankle socks and some low heels too. You'll look just like
any other girl your age. I'm going to love having a daughter to shop with
from now on."
"Shopping?" I groaned with despair. "I hate shopping; I have to wait for
hours for you just to buy one pair of shoes."
"Now you'll know why it takes so long when you come with me, in fact I
dare say you'll take a good deal longer, until you work out what fashions
you like the best."
"I want some jeans too. All the girls at my school wear jeans."
"Of course dear, I know how important looking right is for a young woman.
You can learn a lot from your girlfriends, just remember though that girls
lie about sex just as much as boys, so don't rush into anything you're not
ready to deal with."
I was released later that day and I was given new identity documents,
after all I was legally entitled to them after taking GenePink under the
law. I saw that my new name was indeed Samantha, but I had a new middle
name, Laura."
"I was going to call you Laura if you'd been born a girl; it was my
mother's name."
"Great, second hand name, second hand body. I don't know how I'm going to
cope."
"You'll cope, we'll cope together. I called your dad last night and told
him the news. He's flying down here today to see you. Let's see if we
can make you look nice and pretty for his arrival."
"You told Dad? He'll freak!"
"He was very understanding and he loves you. He blames me of course, but
that's my problem, not yours."
"Great, more to tell my shrink about. I'm not going to start drinking
again; none of us want that to happen."
"Of course not Samantha. You'll be a good girl, I know it."
"I wasn't a bad boy, just very confused. Now I have make new friends all
over again. None of my mates will want to know me; they'll only want to
date me."
"Is that so bad? A girl your age should be interested in boys by now. If
you want to bring a boy home for tea then that's fine by me."
"Maybe, but I'm so not ready for that. Don't people who do this to
themselves willingly have all sorts of help? Shouldn't I have a shrink to
help me? A proper one with good eyesight this time too."
"I'll arrange something."
When I got home I found that mum had thrown out all my boy clothes and
replaced them with some girl clothes. "I hardly have anything to wear."
"We can go shopping tomorrow Samantha."
"Everyone will see me if we go to the mall."
"Exactly. Every woman wants to be seen looking beautiful. We'll really
hit them with the mother and daughter whammy."
"Fine, but I'm changing out of this dress right now."
"You look so pretty Samantha."
I wouldn't be told however and I found some jeans, albeit very girly jeans
with pink denim turn-up's and large beads glued around the pockets in a
very feminine pattern. I added a soft pink polo shirt over my bra and
looked at my reflection in the mirror. "At least I look kind of pretty.
If I have to be a girl then I don't want to be ugly."
"I've made us some lemonade."
Mum pushed the door open without pausing to knock. "You look pretty,
those jeans really suit you."
"All the buttons and the zip are the wrong way around."
"Only from your point of view. To me they're the right way around and
you'll get used to it, it'll become like second nature."
I sat on the edge of my bed. "What about, you know woman's stuff. We did
some stuff in biology class and I kind of glazed over when they did all
the yucky stuff."
"It's a necessary biological process if you ever want to have children of
your own. I know I'd like a grandchild one day, but for now I'll tell you
what you need to know. You'll find that as you make some girlfriends
you'll talk about such things as periods amongst yourselves and you'll
learn a lot from them and in time them from you."
There was a knock at the door and mum went downstairs, while I put my
dress on a hanger and carefully put it away in my wardrobe. I found some
pink slippers near my bed and I put them on, then I realised my feet were
much smaller now, only a size 4."
"Samantha, can you come down honey. Your dad's here."
"I don't want to!" I panicked and tried to open my bedroom window so that
I could escape. It was locked however and I couldn't find the key.
"Samantha."
I heard dad's voice calling my new name. "I'm not here."
"It's ok." Dad was standing in the doorway.
I ran over to him and hugged him and broke down in a flood of tears. "I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to do this. I don't want you to hate me."
"I don't hate you; you're my child, my daughter. I'll always love you.
You look pretty you know, I bet you'll break a few boys hearts."
"Dad!" I was major embarrassed and yet also relieved at dad's acceptance
of me. He'd always been so proud to have a son, to follow the family
tradition. My parents had never been able to have another child since me,
so now his son was gone and I was left and I wasn't his son anymore. "I
love you too dad."
That night we had an almost normal family meal for the first time since I
could remember. Mum let dad sit at the head of the table and I was forced
on pain of not getting my allowance to wear my dress and have my hair done
up in ribbons. The meal was nice, but I was full very quickly and I had
to leave my plate half finished. I hugged dad before he left to go to his
hotel room. "I'll visit you tomorrow. Mum's making me go shopping with
her, so I'll come by after that."
The next day was weird. Mum woke me up very early in the morning and told
me to have a shower and put on only a fresh pair of panties and a bra.
Then she took me into the bathroom and taught me how to shave my legs.
She told me how to get all the difficult bits done without cutting myself
and then she did the same with my armpits. There wasn't much hair there
to begin with but now they were totally smooth, just like a girl's. It
was a warm day and so I pulled on a plain grey skirt that ended just above
my knees and a white sleeveless blouse that didn't do much to hide my bra
underneath. I wore tiny white ankle sock and simple black shoes that had
only a one inch chunky heel that were practical to wear and walk in for a
long time. Mum liked to visit every shop in the mall at least twice, so I
knew I had to wear sensible shoes if I didn't want to end up with sore
feet and a broken ankle.
"You look wonderful, Samantha. Sit down here and let me brush your hair
for you. Knees together sweetie if you're going to wear that skirt.
That's a good girl; you don't want to get a reputation for being easy
before you even get to school."
"School?" This came as a big shock to me."
"Yes, you still have some of this year to complete and then you'll have to
pick a college. We set aside quite a lot of money so you can get a top
quality education."
"They'll know who I used to be. They'll know what happened to me."
"Not quite. You'll be attending St. Mary's school for girls."
"They're all weird, and they have to wear uniforms. I was looking forward
to at least getting to wear something comfy."
"We'll get your uniform while we're out shopping. Your therapist agreed
to settle out of court. The money will cover your education costs and
there will still be enough set aside for driving lessons. I could never
really trust my son with my car, but I know I can trust my daughter."
"Sexist." I joked. "I'll be just as bad whether I'm a girl or a boy."
"I've read all about those boy racers. I'm glad you won't turn out to be
one."
"Unless I'm the world's first girl racer."
"Very funny Samantha. Now let's get to the mall before all the good
bargains are gone."
The drive over was kind of fun as mum and I both sang along to the radio
and I found that my voice seemed to be very musical and not like it used
to, a frog in a blender. The mall seemed to be full of people but it
always was. Mum took the lead and immediately made for the girliest shop
she could find, the lingerie store. I cringed inside before considering
that my bra and panties actually fitted my new female body perfectly, but
they were kind of plain and not as daring as some of the silky ones worn
by the fashion dummies.
"Let's get you something nice and silky for your first day at school.
It'll put you in a better frame of mind."
I found myself getting engrossed as the shop assistant explained how the
different fabrics felt on the body. The coolness of silk, the comfort of
cotton and the warmth of winter wool. It was astounding the sheer choice
I had and I hadn't even heard about lace yet. I picked s simple pair of
white silk panties with a delicate lace frill around the waist and legs,
as well as the matching bra in my size.
"Let's get you some tights too; you'll love how they feel on your legs in
the autumn and spring."
By the time we left the store I though we'd bought all their stock and I
was surprised that they got everything into just one bag, which I had to
carry of course. Some things never change, even if my gender had.
Next up we looked around one of the major clothing stores, mum wanted to
buy me one of everything, but I managed to turn her away from the things I
really hated. I ended up with more skirts and blouses and a couple of
dresses for formal occasions and more nightdresses and also a swimming
costume and a skimpy bikini. Then I remembered. Mum had booked a holiday
this summer for the two of us. Was I really expected to prance about in
just these two skimpy bits of cloth? I'd have to take the one piece and
accidentally burn the bikini.
"You'll love showing off your body in that bikini, Samantha. It'll really
show off your legs."
"I'm not wearing that! All the boys will leer at me."
"All the other girls will be wearing them, believe me. They'll want the
boys to look at them, as you will. It's biological instinct. Your
maturity into womanhood has already begun and your mind will soon catch up
with your hormones. You'll want boys to look at you so that you can have
your pick of all the best ones."
"I'm not an animal, I can control myself."
"I should hope so too. I don't want to find you've given your virginity
away cheaply to some swarthy lothario."
The next shop was easier to cope with. Shoes, nice and simple? Forget
it. There are a billion different styles and then there's choosing the
right colour and length of heel. We were in there at least an hour before
I found something that felt comfortable, gave my legs a nice shape and
appeased mom who wanted to teach me to walk in heels ASAP. They were a
simple tan leather with an ankle strap and an open toe, but to mom they
were proof absolute that she had the beloved daughter that she'd always
secretly yearned for. If I didn't know better I'd swear that she was the
one who mixed the notes up just to get her way.
"You can show those off to your father later, honey. Now let's get some
lunch. If you want to keep that figure then you're going to have to learn
to love salad."
I hated salad, but it wasn't as bad as the burgers here at the mall. I
took my time and ate small mouthfuls and made sure to chew and do a
million other things mum kept on at me to do until I did them. I had to
sit with my legs crossed, which was actually kind of comfy now that I
didn't have anything masculine to get caught up and squeezed painfully. I
noticed the guys looking at me as they walked past. "Why are they all
staring at me?"
"They see a beautiful young woman, it's natural for them to look and
appreciate such beauty. That's how I felt when I was your age."
"Don't they have anything better to do? It's kind of creepy."
"If they bother you then pretend to look at them like something nasty you
just stepped on. It's more effective than it sounds."
We finished lunch and went back to shop. Forget my monthly alcoholics
anonymous meetings; I'd need a shop-a-holics meeting every day! Our next
port of call was the cosmetics counter. Mum told the woman that she'd
forbidden me to wear make up until now, so I needed to have my skin tone
tested and get some advice on tone and powder. It all seemed so
complicated at first, but I soon began to see a vague pattern emerging as
the make up women demonstrated all the products on me. I had to start
with a foundation, then put darker makeup over my temples and around the
lower face to make it look more like an oval. Then apply pale makeup
along the top of the nose along its whole length to make my short nose
stand out more. Then there was blusher to add colour to my cheeks and
forehead and finally some powder to complete the look. I went from
looking like a plain girl to a mature woman and I was impressed by how
much prettier it made me look. If I had to be a woman then I'd be the
most beautiful one I could be.
"That's a little old for you sweetie, but its fine for the occasional
party. I expect you only to wear a little eyeliner and lipstick around
the house and at school."
"Now I'll never get a boyfriend." I pretended to pout, for sympathy."
Mum bought me some cosmetics and then hurried me along.
"If you can't pretend to be serious then we're going home."
"Jeez, lighten up. I only made one joke."
"You don't seem to take this seriously at all. It may seem like silly fun
but its necessary knowledge any girl your age has already learned inside
out by know from magazines and secret make up experiments."
"How can I prove that I'm trying?" I tried to think fast and appease mum.
"I'll get my ears pierced, both of them. I'll even let you choose them
for me, they can be as girly as you want and I promise I won't take them
out the second you're out of sight." It seemed to work as mum turned left
and all but dragged me along in her wake.
"These ones."
I baulked as mum picked huge gold hoops, but I knew that I'd stick to my
word. "Fine, let's put holes in my ears."
"I think simple studs will do, until your ears get used to being pierced."
They didn't hurt when they were put in but they did feel weird and mum did
buy the hoops for me, when I was ready for them. "What next? A handbag
of my own? I could use a purse I suppose to keep my coins and cards in."
"We can get those another time."
I saw where mom was looking. "Haircuts?"
"You'll look perfect with a nice style, it's so flat."
"I guess I can try it out." I went in the shop and took a seat next to
mum. A girl only a couple of years older than me brought us cups of
coffee and I picked up a magazine. It seemed to be one of those typically
girly ones, but I was shocked by the explicitness of the contents. They
were frank and forthright about something called an orgasm, apparently
they're really nice to have and you can have one with a boyfriend or by
yourself. There were hundreds of pictures of women in dresses of every
design and colour. I started to imagine myself wearing the clothes and I
began to see internally which ones would suit my figure and which ones
would not. "I like this." I showed mum a picture of a simple summer
dress. "It looks more grown up than the one you made me wear last night."
"Look at the price though Samantha. Maybe I'll buy you one for Christmas,
if you behave and do all your chores."
"Yes mum." Finally they began to examine my hair and they started
trimming away the split ends. I showed them the picture of the hairstyle
I wanted and Maria nodded.
"I can do this cut, it will make you even more beautiful. All of the boys
will be asking you out for the date."
"Perhaps." I tried to sound positive but not too much. The idea of
kissing a guy, having him hold me firmly in his big powerful arms and
slowly kissing me with a firmness and passion that took my breath away was
ok nice to think about but the idea of actually doing it for real was much
less so. Maria and I chatted for what seemed like an eternity, but I
found that she knew a lot and it all seemed so interesting. I found
myself actually considering a career in hairdressing. Mum had her hair
done much quicker than me. She was a regular here and they knew how she
liked it cut.
"Yes, yes. I'll bring her around once she's finished. I'm not trying to
deny you access to her. She wants to see you too, it's just taking longer
than I thought for her to get her hair done. She picked a really
complicated hairstyle, but they're nearly done with her now. I know it's
hard, we just have to be there for her, she needs our support in this."
I realised that mum was having a polite argument with dad over the phone.
"Tell dad I love him and I can't wait to see him."
Mum hung up. "He already knows that. My, you do look beautiful."
I looked at myself in the mirror and realised that I truly was a very
beautiful young woman and that if given the choice between staying as I am
of going back to being Sam the boy then I would choose to stay as I was
every time. I accepted myself totally as Samantha, it was who I was
inside and out.
Dad was happy to see me, although I knew he was struggling to adjust to
how pretty and feminine I had become in just a single day. "My whole body
has been changed dad, not just he outside but the inside as well. They
made that stuff for people who wanted the change, it's made me feel quite
comfortable and relaxed about being female. I would never want to change
back now, it's as if I was always a girl."
"Yes, I understand. I did some research on the web. It seems that in a
few test cases a small percentage of the trial subjects were not truly
ready for the experience of changing their gender, so they added some
compounds to alter the way the mind works, to make them accept the change
as if it were always that way in their identity. I have a present for
you. I was hoping to give you my college ring one day, but instead I can
give you this."
Dad gave me a small jewellery box. "What is it?" I opened it to see a
necklace, with my name made out of small gold letters. "Oh, it's so
beautiful. Thank you."
"Let me put it on you."
I held my hair out of the way as best I could without messing it up. "Let
me have a look in the mirror." I saw how much it suited me and enhanced
my femininity. "It's perfect, thank you." I hugged him.
Dad drove me home in his rented car and I found that I didn't want him to
leave so soon. "How long are you in town for?"
"Just tonight and tomorrow. I can't impose on your mother again and I
know how much she'd like to see your new necklace, so why don't you come
by to see me tomorrow and we'll spend all morning together? Some quality
father and daughter bonding time?"
"I'd love that." I kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow
then." I went in the house and showed mum my necklace.
"That's pretty. I feared that your father would buy you something
tasteless and vulgar."
"You're being much too hard on him. He's trying his best to cope with
this situation too. He could have just freaked and never turned up."
"Your father is a good man, but we were never meant to last. The only
good thing at the end was you, and I'd love you no matter what. You could
even have stayed a boy and I'd have loved you."
"Now I'm the daughter you never thought you'd have."
"Yes, my only daughter whom I can watch grow into a beautiful woman and
hopefully one day a wife. I hope you find someone you can make things
work with. Your father and I worked for a while but in the end it was
never enough. We ended our life together and now with you going off to
college in the autumn maybe I can start dating again."
"I've never tried to stop you dating other men. In fact I insist that you
bring a nice man home for tea." We both broke into fits of giggles as I
gave her my best impression of her lecture.
"We'll see how things turn out Samantha."
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