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The New You - GenePink Version
By Celeste Ann Taylor
How long is it since you knew? Absolutely knew? You couldn't tell
anyone, they wouldn't understand, they'd think you were a loser, a freak,
a sissy. They didn't know or want to know the torment, the pain, the
misery you endured every single second of every minute of every hour of
every day of every week of every month of every year of your life. They
didn't realise the loneliness and solitude that you felt, that you still
feel. How can they? They have no idea what it is to be so fundamentally
wrong on such a basic level of being. God made heaven and earth, man and
woman, but he made you wrong. He put your woman's mind inside the body
of a man and he won't answer any of your prayers, your pleas for help and
mercy.
You've tried living as a man but it's not you, it's a lie. People expect
you to be what they see, but you're sick of living that lie for them.
How can you keep lying to the world and denying who you really are?
You've tried to kill yourself; maybe you'll be born 'right' next time?
You're just so lost and in pain that you can't think properly anymore.
You read an article about a new wonder drug, GenePink. It seems like the
answer to all of your prayers. You schedule an appointment to see a
sales rep as soon as possible, demand is high so you'll have to wait a
week.
The next week is its usual cycle of misery and pain. You're forced to go
to work, if you don't then you'll be unable to pay the rent, the bills or
even buy any food. You hate work; it's full of dumb jocks who think
you're one of them and gossipy girls who fall silent every time you try
to join in a conversation. You're excluded from the attempts to develop
your stunted social skills and hampered by jerks you'd sue the ass off in
a second if you were only in the right body. You want to scream, instead
you cry into your diet mocha ice cream in front of the TV every night.
You've tried to dress normally, like any other woman, but the sexy
dresses just look stupid on your wrong-flesh. You resolve to do
something someday but you tried to tell someone once and they just
laughed in your face and you had to move town for fear of them telling
everyone your deepest secret. Why are people so cruel to those in real
pain and misery?
Eventually the day comes round and the rep arrives at your door. He
seems put off a bit at first, maybe he expected some mincing transvestite
in a dress that doesn't fit you right? He seems cold and unreachable but
you decide to just open up and be honest. You tell him about your
childhood, you tell him about your pain and misery. Your desperate
plight to just be yourself and being shunned by everyone. You sense him
warming to you; perhaps this is finally the one person who will take you
seriously? He's nodding as you talk about your feelings of depression
and aimlessness. You talk about the child you've always wanted, the
infant you want to love and mother. He produces forms and asks you to
sign.
You read the form, it's an agreement to supply the drug, you've done it,
you smile. There are some clauses, agreeing to do testimonials and TV
appearances if asked to. There's a whole section on not telling your
story to an unapproved media source. You sign and you're given a date
and time.
It's a month away. Time enough to put your affairs in order. He asks
you for your chosen name and you give it without reservation. He
welcomes you to the programme and tells you life will finally be on your
terms. He was once an unhappy woman, a man trapped in the body of a
supermodel. He finally got the chance to be himself during the trials of
GeneBlue. He says that he understands your pain and misery; he looks
forward to your impending rebirth.
You have an almost giddy month. You sell off all your stuff, most of it
was just distractions to try and blot out the pain and misery, so it's
not needed anymore. You give your clothes away to a charity, you keep
one pair of gender neutral clothes to travel to your appointment,
everything else is gone. You end your utilities contracts, you tell
everyone you're moving in with a friend and you tell your folks you're
going travelling for a while. They've tried to keep ties but they've
never accepted you since you were four and told them you wanted to be a
girl. All your ties with this life are cut, you have effectively removed
yourself from the world, it's as if your old life was already ended.
You attend the clinic; it's very Spartan and minimalist. Everything is
white paint and chrome. The receptionist books you in under your new
name and calls you miss, it's the happiest you've felt in a long time.
You're taken to a side room, to dress in a paper gown. It's reassuringly
pink and you eagerly cast off the remnants of your old life.
You wait a few moments and a medical guy enters. He gives you a thick
syrupy liquid to drink, telling you to drink it all in one go. You drink
it down and he takes the glass away. You wonder what happens next but
you come over all sleepy and you fall asleep.
You awaken in a comfy bed. The thin pink cotton blanket clings to your
skin in new and unexpected ways. You pull the blanket down over your
chest to reveal a pink cotton nightdress covering your breasts. You
laugh with sheer relief and happiness, it comes out as a very girlish
giggle and this only makes you happier. A nurse approaches and asks
what's wrong. You tell her nothing is wrong, in fact everything is very
right.
You slip into the ladies bathroom and give yourself a more detailed
examination. Your breasts are indeed very real and also very sensitive.
Your ass is twice the size it used to be and most important the hated
piece of manhood you once were afflicted with has gone and been replaced
by your new soft and wonderful womanhood. You decide you may as well pee
while you're in the bathroom and so you sit and have your first pee as a
woman, the sound is reassuringly feminine and you take great delight in
wiping away the excess liquid from your labia. You return to your bed
and find a sexy young doctor waiting for you.
To be honest you'd sort of understood the need for women to be attracted
to guys and you told yourself that you probably couldn't find anyone to
accept the real you, so you never really tried thought about dating a man
seriously. Now you realise a while new world has opened up to you, your
mom would certainly like her daughter to marry a doctor, all mom's did.
You smile at him and he smiles back, this makes you happy. He tells you
that your development went exactly as planned, you're 100% female, able
to leave tomorrow and also able to conceive a child. This is all you've
ever wanted and you break into a flood of tear, tears of joy. He hands
you a tissue and holds your hand. You tell him that you're so happy and
grateful to have your dreams fulfilled like this.
You leave hospital and return to the clinic. You have an appointment to
have new identity documents issued. You have everything in your new name
and you're so happy to see that your true name is printed in black and
white. You have new photos taken for the necessary documents and you
flirt playfully with the male photographer. It's like you're free to
finally be yourself and you discover that people really like you, this
make you even happier and more comfortable with yourself.
Then there's a surprise, your parents are her to see you. They seem
shocked and then delighted with the new you. They were afraid that it
wouldn't be a success but they're so proud of you and also happy to have
a beautiful and charming daughter. You tell Mom about the cute doctor in
the hospital and she seems happy that you can talk to her about such
things, like mother and daughter.
You move into your new apartment, under your new name. You decorate it
to express yourself, a wonderful mix of femininity and all sorts of
family knickknacks from family who seem to have offloaded all sorts of
weird stuff on you under the pretence of being gifts for your 'change'.
You don't want to part with such family heirlooms but you might be a
little clumsy with the dusting one day.
You're given a job with a company was part of the programme. It's a plum
secretary job; your boss is a wonderful woman who is both your best
friend and also your inspiration to be a successful career woman. You
make friends with all the girls in the office, of which you feel accepted
and welcomed as one of them. You learn more from them about how to be a
woman in one week than in your prior life. Of course they could never
guess that you were once a man, GenePink is still hardly well-known and
besides you all borrow each others tampons when it's that time.
About three months have passed and you have to return to the clinic for a
follow up interview. You dress in a conservative business suit and low
heels. You see a really cute guy there; he seems to be checking you out.
You like the attention and casually give him a little show without trying
to show how sexy you think he is. You actually fantasise about sex, you
want your first time with someone else to be special and he looks pretty
darn hot. Maybe you'll let him chat you up? You don't want to seem too
easy after all, you want him to really want you and make an effort to try
and get you.
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