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Accidental Journey
My father had passed away. I was a twelve year old living with my
mother who teaches at a girls school. My mother was very attractive and
dressed smartly but in a way that showed off her small waist and large
bosom to good effect. She always wears high heels.
I was a keen pianist and the best teacher available was based at my
mothers school so whilst I attended the boys school some distance away I
often visited the girls school for lessons.
The strain of single parenthood showed on my mother and the added strain
of getting me to school and back only made this worse.
I was a slight build for my age and fair skinned. I kept my hair fairly
long and was musical. All this made me a bit of a target for bullying
and these incidents only made matters worse for my mother.
After a particularly serious bullying incident she had an idea. She ran
it by the head mistress at her school and whilst unusual she agreed in
principle.
One Friday night my mother broached the idea with me. I was rather
taken aback but could see the overall benefits.
I would dress as a girl and become Priya Mistery. This would mean the
extra journeys to and from school would stop, the travel to piano
lessons would stop and the bullying would stop. So overall the plan had
some up sides. I was just not too sure about the feminisation angle and
like most boys was not that keen to try. My mother said why don't I try
it for a weekend and then if I felt comfortable the transition could
take place at the start of the summer holiday a few weeks away and I
could start the new term in the new school that autumn. She said it was
only an idea and that there was no pressure to continue if I did not
feel completely comfortable. She pointed out the practical benefits and
I had to admit the bullying and lack of friends was becoming very
distressing.
So I agreed to try the experiment. I quickly realised that my very
organised mother had assumed that outcome and was ready to make the
change to try it out that weekend.
I was bathed and perfumed. I had only light hair growth of light colour
on my legs and she said that would be okay for the trial. She gave me a
manicure and pedicure and painted my toe and finger nails bright red.
She said we may as well go for the full vamp look as it is the weekend
after all.
She had obtained a light pink lace up corset and said whilst I was slim
it would give me a more instantly feminine figure if my waist was more
pronounced, like hers. She explained that my waist was 28" and so a
reduction to 24" would be enough to start. I felt the pressure as the
laces were drawn in but was not too uncomfortable. She added a bra
after much fidgeting and embarrassment and a few giggles. This was
padded out slightly.
She explained that my penis would need to be kept out of the way. She
placed a thin cord around my waist and this had a 'egg timer' shaped
flap attached to it. She pulled back my foreskin and inserted a thin
tube up my penis lubricating it with some Vaseline. The tube was very
flexible and a short piece was left poking out. First she pressed my
balls up into my body and I squeaked a bit at that. Then she pulled the
flap down and through my legs. This pulled my penis back. and she
fiddled with the tube and then pulled the wider flap up and secured the
cords that ran though that to my waist cord. She pulled quite tightly
and this both held my balls in position and also gave me a complete
smooth girlish appearance holding my penis firmly back and flattening.
She got me to put on some strongly elasticated knickers over this
arrangement which gave the whole lower part of my body a smooth feminine
appearance.
She pointed out that to pee I would need to sit so that the tube she had
pulled through a small hole in the flap was correctly positioned over
the toilet. She said that if I need to use the other hole then I would
have to wait for her to help.
She attached some stockings to the corset garters and I looked in the
mirror. I saw a decidedly feminine form with my head sticking out the
top. I felt strange but really quite special and slightly dizzy. I
could not help wiggling a bit and my breath which was short from the
corset was now small gasps due to shock and excitement.
She gave me a short denim skirt and a tea shirt with 'Girls Aloud' on
the front. She handed me some knee length boots with 3" stiletto heels
and said these would be about right for training in higher heels. She
had a watch with a wide pink strap, bangles, some rings and a necklace
with 'Priya' in adjoined letters all were applied with care and she was
clearly enjoying the creation of her new daughter. She had definitely
prepared for this I thought to myself.
She applied some make up and brushed my hair into a more feminine style
and sprayed it with hair spray to hold it.
The overall effect was surprising. I thought I was looking at a girl
and my brain was truly confused. I actually fancied this girl and yet
this girl was me. I was hot! I was confused and yet really quite
pleased and my smile told my mother all she needed to know about the
success of this experiment. This made me blush. She said how sweet,
and this made me blush even more.
She explained that it would better if I kept the corset on except when
bathing. So I slept slightly uncomfortably that night. She had
purchased a girls nightie to help me get accustomed to my new feminine
clothes.
The following day we went shopping and brought a lot of stuff. We did
not really discuss the experiment or the future but I think we just
knew. We got some new smaller corsets, shoes and boots, some with 5"
heels, skirts, tights, stockings, extra knickers blouses, some dresses,
a coat. We spent a fortune.
By Sunday I was so thrilled with the change that I pleaded with her that
I should not return to the boys school. She decided I could stay at
home and try out my feminine wardrobe and phoned in sick for me.
I was getting a bit turned on by the female clothing and masturbated
when she was not around. I also loosened the corset strings a little.
My mother is not daft and she knew this.
At the start of the summer holiday she said we should try and complete
my look. Each night when I bathed she applied vacuum cups to my nipples
which pulled them considerably and they began to enlarge. She used
vacuum cups on my breasts applied over the other cups and again my chest
started to grow somewhat although still needed to be padded.
She booked me into a salon and they highlighted and curled my hair and
made it more definitely female.
My eye brows were plucked to a high thin feminine arch and my ears were
pierced. My thin leg hair was waxed and gone.
My finger nails were already more feminine in length and she applied
some strengthener to build them up and kept them nicely shaped.
We went out on numerous shopping trips and enlarged my wardrobe.
One day I was in my bed room and noticed that I could not seem to find
my male clothes and my bed clothes had changed from blue to pink. The
curtains had also changed.
After a month the corseting had progressed to a 22" waste measurement
but in view of the fact I kept loosening the laces was not going much
beyond this.
One even when re-lacing me she introduced a slight variation to assist.
Basically once securely laced and with the flap holding my penis back
and balls up she produced a shiny gold coloured metal band about 2"
wide. This was secured in place. It had a ratchet so that it could be
forced closed and would hold that girth. Once at the desired size a
small recessed screw was tightened and that held it locking the ratchet
and belt in position. As this contraption was placed over the corset
lacing knots and the knots holding the flap I was effectively locked
into both. I could not reach behind me to access the screw neither
could I work the belt up or down to access any of the knots so that was
that until released at my next bath time.
The only complication is that I could not defecate so bath time became
bath and toilet time. To help avoid accidents during the day she kindly
introduced a butt plug which again was retained effectively locked
behind the penis flap.
The butt plug helped to give me a slight wiggle when walking and the
whole thing turned me on somewhat but of course I could do nothing to
relieve myself.
She also suggested that my diet move to more soups and less harder solid
food. These eased digestion, which was restricted by my corset, and
reduced the need for accidental toilet breaks whilst at the same time
keeping my small petite figure in trim.
During the day I had progressed to 4" heels with ease and in the evening
and at weekends she insisted I wear 5" heels which were manageable if
slightly more constricting. She decided that at night in bed I would
wear special fetish boots that had about 8" heels. I could not walk in
these but they held my feet in a pointed position to further train my
feet in wearing high heels. I think wearing tight shoes all the time
also reduced my foot growth which seemed stuck at size 5.
I found that I could masturbate through the penis flap at night and also
I started to take the boots off as they made my feet sore.
My mother's remedy was to buy a bed harness originally designed to stop
disturbed people from damaging themselves. She said this would do me no
harm and help me concentrate on sleeping. It involved my hands being
held by straps some 6" away from each side of my body. My elbows were
also strapped. It also enabled a smaller strap to hold my neck in a
fixed position which due to the width also stopped me looking down. My
waist was securely clasped with a 3" wide leather belt that could be
ratcheted. This meant my usual metal belt could be removed at night.
The problem for me was that this wider belt elongated the narrow part of
my waist more than my corset, creating more of a pipe stem corset
effect. My mother would tighten this belt last. If I had been good it
would merely be tightened to reduce my waist a little compared to the
corset. If I had not been good it would be tightened more severely. If
I had done something wrong then it might be tightened down to as little
as 17" whereupon I would inevitably moan. To avoid disturbing her she
decided she would insert a tight ball gag into my mouth on these
occasions. The harness included knee and ankle restraints so that I
could barely move at all.
All these changes meant that I was not only a convincing female I was
undoubtedly 'hot' and I obtained many appreciative male glances wherever
I went. My fashionable mother and I caused quite a stir when out
shopping and we had endless fun trying on different outfits.
Once at school I soon became a popular girl. The bullying I had
experienced made me caring and sensitive to others. The others new I
out shone them in the looks department and so wanted to be my friend so
that they could bask to a degree in my reflected beauty. I did have to
be careful during certain PE lessons and had a doctors certificate to
avoid some lessons as my undergarments were not exactly standard.
Some of the girls were very attractive in their own right and I looked
at home in their company and they helped further educate me in terms of
make up, hair and fashion. I sort of absorbed their feminine mannerisms
and copied these. Little did they know I fancied them terribly but I
also bizarrely fancied myself. Often my penis would try and grow only
to be held rigidly under the secure flap.
I attended a fashion class every week and once a year we held a fashion
show where I was one of the most sought after models.
After a full year I was down to 20" corset size without any trouble. I
could also walk with ease in 5" heels. In view of all the foot training
at night l actually struggled more when not wearing heels.
My breasts were around a 'B' size and my nipples looked suitably in
proportion albeit a little red and sore at times.
In the second year I started to feel a little off colour and in the end
my mother took me to a specialist doctor for a check over. The doctor
thought I was a girl even thought the doctor specialised in transition
and knew I wasn't. I explained my symptoms and after a few tests I went
back for advice.
The bottom line was I was fit and healthy but my testosterone levels
were way down and this was leading to a hormonal deficiency as I was
neither growing to be male or female. This was due to the prolonged
compression of my balls from a formative age. Also my stomach was
damaged by the dieting and my two lower ribs had distorted inwards and
were threatening to puncture my lungs as a result of the corseting.
Also, the doctor observed that the prolonged corseting had resulted in
my back being unable to support me. The solution for this last problem
was I would need to remain tightly corseted!
The doctor said that I should either be given female hormones to block
all testosterone production and provided with oestrogen supplements or I
should stop the compression of my balls and have testosterone
supplements. In otherwords I had arrived at an unintended cross roads
but had to make a choice.
I loved my female looks and clothing and friends but I still fancied
women more than men even if I was one of the women I fancied. The
doctor pointed out I could always become a lesbian or that my feelings
on the subject might yet change in time after hormone treatment. She
pointed out that after 3 months treatment there would be no going back.
So my journey continued.
Under this new regime my breasts got larger, my hips widened and my skin
softened. My hair thickened and what was left of my penis shrank.
To add to this my two lower ribs and stomach had had to be removed so
that my small restricted waist and torso dropped another 1".
I was now comfortably 18" around the waist and could be corseted down as
low as 14" if I had been naughty at night or for fun. My corsets had to
be specially made to suit my exceptional figure. We purchased some
victorian style dresses for fun and played at being lady of the manor.
I attended several fancy dress parties like this with my waist tightly
corseted to 14" and realised that some males are mesmerised by small
waists which gave me much pleasure. I also attended some fancy dress
parties as wonder women and this outfit was also quite a show stopper.
The night time addition of the belt and rib removal meant that my waist
was definitely more pipe stem. This effectively meant I could wear wide
belts that showed my small waist off to excellent effect. When tightly
corseted my figure was 36, 14, 35 and hour glass in the extreme.
My figure was becoming quite sensational to the point where I started to
cover it up more when out and about to avoid undue attention. I had one
or two incidents when male drivers had bumped into the car in front due
to being distracted by my looks and I did not want to be sued for
negligence.
I did not know what would become of me but I did know that the
accidental journey was nothing to regret. For now I was having a great
time as a drop dead gorgeous teenager and long might that continue. In
later life I wondered how accidental it really was.
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