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Lasting Impressions: Chapter 7
By: ASTRO
Day 25-30
I woke up this morning feeling a little off. I was for the most part
really tired. AJ had set the alarm for me like he always did, but for
some reason I was pissed off that he set it to wake me up. I calmed down
pretty quickly and thought that I was acting a little irrational. I
pulled the silk sheets off and stretched as I got out of bed. I was
happy to be waking up as a woman, and I was starting to think that I
might ask AJ if we could pay the penalty fee and switch back later. We
did only have a week and half left. I stepped into the bathroom and saw
a note on the mirror. I rubbed my eyes and read it.
Good morning sweetheart. I wanted you to know that you have done so well
during this whole thing and I am really proud of you. You have dealt
with almost everything a woman goes through and a few that some
hopefully never have to. I want you to know that you can call me any
time today if you have any questions. Good luck and enjoy discovering
the pains of being a woman. -Love you AJ
I already know the pains off being a woman, I thought. Boobs were the
pain of being a woman. There was an arrow on the bottom of the note that
pointed toward a box on top of the counter. The box read light day
sanitary napkins. I dropped my jaw and just stared at the box as my fate
slowly sank in. I guess I knew this was going to happen, but I did not
know when. Then it struck me, last night before bed I took my first pink
pill. Those five pills were for my period! I ran over to the toilet and
pulled down my panties. My panties were clean and there was nothing
there. I let out a sigh of relief. While I was already sitting I decided
to pee. I finished peeing and wiped. I was shocked when I saw that the
toilet paper was slightly a bit pink and brown. I looked into the toilet
and saw that my urine was a dark brown with a slight bit of blood in it.
I cried. I do not know why, but I could not control my emotions and I
wept there on the toilet. I eventually pulled myself together. I grabbed
a thin pad from the box and opened the pink wrapper.
The napkin was about 4 mm thick and was specifically shaped to the
average size of a woman's crotch. The pad had a strong perfume type
smell to it too. I had smelled it on girls before, but I had no idea it
was the pantiliner. This must be how they control the odor, I thought.
At that moment I did start to smell my own odor coming from my
reproductive system. I unfolded the pad and placed it in the crotch of
my panties. It kept sliding out and around as I tried to pull it up to
my vagina. I was getting really frustrated and could not act patiently
no matter how many deep breaths I took. I grabbed the napkin and
examined it more closely. There was a sticker cover on the back and it
all made sense when I pulled it off. The pad actually stuck to the
inside of my underwear. It took about three tries to find a position for
the pad that felt the most comfortable. I will say comfortable and
wearing a pad does not belong in the same sentence. I was reminded of my
womanhood all day long, and found that wearing a pad was just as
annoying as having a penis. All the comfort that came from having
nothing between my legs was gone.
As the day went on it felt like I was getting fatter. My abdomen was
getting tighter and it was starting to hurt a little. I called up AJ
right away and he told me I was just bloating. It was perfectly normal
and that if it really started to bother me I could take some Midol. It
was not all that painful if I did not move so I spent the better part of
my morning snacking on the couch while the girls played. My abdomen just
felt very tight. I checked my pantiliner in the afternoon and found
small traces of a dark almost brownish discharge (dried blood mixes with
my own fluids) and little drops of menstrual blood. I had always been
intrigued about what girls went through, but I had just started and I my
curiosity was satisfied. The only problem was there was no way to stop
it, and I was going to suffer through the whole ordeal.
AJ came home later that evening and I once again became irrational. He
was understanding of my condition, and did not take offense to my
unfounded anger. I found myself apologizing for my actions later. I went
to bed wearing a fresh pantiliner and some of what AJ described as my
period underwear. I now knew why there was a stain in the crotch of some
of them.
I woke up day two of my period and knew it before I ever got up. I could
feel my muscles cramping, and it was ten times worse to move around
today than it was yesterday. I went into the bathroom expecting my
pantiliner to be soaked in my menstrual blood. I peeked in and saw that
there was a line of blood down the center, but it was not that bad. The
smell was similar to what I experienced the first day I swapped. I sat
down on the toilet to pee and it sounded like I had a lot of urine
today. I wiped and found lots of blood on the tissue paper. I was
grossed out. Everything I found sexy about the vagina was slowly being
replaced with disgust. I grabbed a fresh pantiliner and some "period
friendly" clothing and went to take a shower.
The shower felt alright at first. I was massaging my neck and back and
then switched back to spray. The heat from the water started to make my
cramping in my abdomen much worse. I was used the shower head to try and
spray away some of the blood. I shot a little water up there and a lot
of blood came out. I thought for a second that I had serious problem.
The blood from my period ran down my legs to the floor and coated the
white tub turning it pink. The blood mixed with the water and made it
look much worse. After about three minutes of bleeding it finally
cleared up. Do all girls have to deal with this every month and how many
times has the shower floor been covered in menstrual blood? I finished
showering and made sure I was done dripping before wrapping up in the
towel. I did not step out of the tub. I reached out and grabbed the
pantiliner and underwear I prepared before the shower. I pulled it up
and felt confident enough to step out of the shower.
I finished dressing and called AJ. He told me that I was now beginning
to have moderate to heavy flow and it would be that way for the next
three days. I had no experience with this, and consequently had no idea
what I was about to deal with. There was no way a human being could lose
that much blood for three days and live. AJ told me that I still bled at
night into my vagina and it released when the heat in the shower caused
my cervical muscles to expunge the blood. The water helped break up the
coagulated stuff, and that showering was much worse than it actually is.
I continued to bleed the entire day and I was in need of stronger
sanitary protection. I started to look through my private cabinet; as a
guy I really did not want to know what was in there. I could not find
thicker pads anywhere. I called AJ back and told him we must be out. He
told me very quietly, so nobody at work would hear him talk, that I did
not use thick pads. AJ told me to use the tampons above the toilet in
our bathroom. I was mortified. I had no idea how to use those things.
"There is a diagram on how to use them on the box. Do exactly what it
says and start being a little self sufficient," AJ annoying whispered.
I was not going to let him tell me be more self sufficient but as I
started to tell him off he hung up with me. I looked at the box of
"pearl" tampons and decided I did not have much of a choice. I guess I
could just stay naked in the shower all day, but who would take care of
our girls. I grabbed a tube that was about six inches long and removed
the wrapper. The tampon applicator was purple colored and incredibly
smooth. For a second I thought I could use this for fun, but the
grossness of the situation quickly deterred me. Most of it was skinny
and not much thicker than a pencil, but the tip was about as thick as
hotdog and about two inches long. It flared out at the end and had slits
at the tip for the tampon to emerge from. I did as the directions showed
and pushed the tip into my vagina. I was having difficulty getting into
a position that I could insert the tampon. I decided that I could not do
this sitting down.
I tried to find a good view of what I was doing. I tried standing and
still could not find a good position. Finally I put the lid to the
toilet down and put a leg up on it. I could now see what I was doing and
had enough balance and control of my hips to work the tampon in. Due to
the blood flow and sleekness of the applicator, the tampon easily slid
up my vagina. I pushed sleek tip of the applicator in about two inches
deep. I then pushed on the handle thing and flared the tampon out inside
of me. The applicator tip slid down the pencil shaft to meet my fingers
and I extracted the empty tube. The box said that I should not feel it
inside me. They lied. It hurt a little and I felt it with every movement
I made. Four inches of braided string hung out of my vagina as well.
There was nothing I felt I could do about the discomfort. I pulled my
panties back up with a new pantiliner and went back to my day.
After two hours my vagina was in excruciating pain. I took Midol for my
bloating and cramps, but the medicine was doing nothing for the pain in
my box. I called up AJ because there was no way I could keep doing this.
The instructions told me to change my tampon every three hours during
heavy flow and not to over use a tampon, but the only thing it said
about pain was discontinue use and see a doctor. The tampon had to come
out I explained to AJ over the phone. He listened to me explain what I
did and he very bluntly called me a moron. He told me to remove the
tampon immediately and read the directions more carefully. He explained
that if I pushed the tampon deep into me until it could not go any
further without getting my fingers in there, I would not feel any pain
from it. He also warned me that I could get Toxic Shock Syndrome if I
kept messing this up. I used Jess's medical memory to find out what TSS
was. It is a serious but uncommon bacterial infection that has been
known to kill many women. I took it more seriously and went to the
bathroom to change it out.
I pulled the string out and a bunch of blood came with it. The tampon
only caught a little bit at the top and was nasty looking. I threw it in
the toilet and wiped up the excess blood. The tampon hit the toilet
water and grew huge. It absorbed so much of the water and I laughed.
There was no way that was going to flush I jokingly thought. The joke
was actually on me, because it did not flush. I was forced to get the
tongs out of the kitchen and fish the tampon out of the toilet. I then
realized how much that tampon expanded and wondered if it was going to
do that inside of me.
I really did not want to be a woman anymore. The pain from my previous
attempt started to subside, when I unexpectedly had to throw up. I got
off the toilet quickly, turned around, and threw up. The blood in the
toilet only made me sicker so I threw up some more. I regained myself
and turned to sit back on the toilet. It had drained a little down my
leg while I was throwing up. I was extremely frustrated and for a second
let out a scream. I cleaned up and repositioned myself with one leg up
on the toilet. I properly inserted the new tampon and to my delight did
not feel it inside me. I had inserted it deep this time just like the
directions said. AJ told me with the new braided ones that had I did not
need to use a pantiliner with it. That was the first good news I had
heard all day. I discarded my pad and noticed how much more free I felt.
I took Midol as often as the bottle said I could and made it through the
next three days, but what choice did I really have. I was moody and I
would go from feeling energetic and upbeat to feeling down and dumpy
with no rhyme or reason. Most of the time I felt exhausted and my
appetite was either nonexistent or I was craving junk food. AJ was there
for me the entire time to help me through my female troubles, but his
hormones would get the better part of him. He kept reaching for me in
the morning when we woke up. I was very quick to stop that. I did feel
bad for him. AJ was way too modest to masturbate in front of me. He was
giving me back rubs all day and would get up to get me anything I needed
while he was home.
I felt that I owed him. I reached over and decided to give him a hand
job. It was a lot more difficult than I expected, and I found myself
getting strangely aroused holding his penis. After some painful pulls I
found the right amount of force and rubbed AJ till he came. He cleaned
himself up and gave me kiss of thanks. We cuddled up and turned on the
holovision to see what was on. I really did not understand why the
commercials called a period Mother Nature's gift. There was nothing gift
like about it. I continued to feel a myriad of symptoms like very tender
nipples, enlarged breasts, abdominal cramping which sometimes just felt
heavy (weird feeling), bloating, mood swings, and some slight nausea.
Over my three heaviest days AJ did not let me stay at home. He made
dinner plans one night and even took us to a water park. I could have
killed him for being so insensitive, but he wanted me to know how women
coped with it. He wanted to teach me how to keep my period private in a
public setting, and bear it with some dignity. I kept three or more
tampons in my purse at all times and found out what the little garbage
cans in the women's stalls were for. I was impressed that I could swim
while wearing a tampon and eventually found a deep appreciation for what
women go through. For the first time in the last few weeks I was wishing
to change back to a man as soon as possible.
My last day on my period was not so bad. I was in somewhat full control
of my mood again, but I was back to wearing a pantiliner. For some
reason I was extremely horny, but I guessed it was because I had not had
an orgasm in five days. It was extremely unfair because I was ready to
go, but I was not going to risk AJ seeing blood all over himself and the
bed because I was not finished with my monthly cycle. I found that I
could not really rub myself through the pantiliner either, and after
every time I tried there was a mess down there that needed cleaning. I
never thought that I would like tampons over the thin little pad. I was
so happy the evening of my last day to take my purple colored pill
before going to bed. I crawled into bed and kissed AJ. I had survived
the roughest natural ordeal of my life and I was not about to forget it
anytime soon.
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