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Transitions By Colleen Shepherd Authors note: The GB (Gender Bimorphism) universe was created by O2bxx the author of "For a Girl". I loved the concept and felt that I had to explore the possibilities from a Canadian perspective. Originally this story was to be called Cross Country Changes, but with the upheaval and adjustments as well as self examination that my main character (named after my self) undergoes the originally planned title didn't fit and was changed to Transitions. This is only the first part of what I hope will be a multi part story. Part 1 I used to be that boy, the one that everyone ridiculed all through school. I was the boy who was ostracized, rejected and for the most part alone. I had only a few interests when I was growing up in London, a medium sized city in south western Ontario. I spent most of my time riding my bike around town, sometimes swimming in the back yard pool, most times at home watching TV, playing around on my computer or building plastic models. At School, I never excelled academically, I barely passed all my academic courses but what I enjoyed most was electrical technology and I decided in grade 10 that I wanted to be an electrician. I concentrated so much on my electrical courses that some of my other courses suffered. I was never athletically inclined much to my dad's disappointment. I tried out for football, and was passed over, I did end up joining the cross country ski team but, even though I enjoyed the sport, I was never great at it. What I really did enjoy and was good at was cycling, I spent so much time on my bike that I developed some very well defined legs and what on a girl would be called a bubble butt. Kinda embarrassing but my backside is very well developed because of my cycling. Every summer I looked forward to spending a couple weeks at my grandmother's place a couple hundred kilometres away, where my cousin Rachel who was 2 years younger than I, would also spend some time then she would come back to London to spend a month with my family. Rachel, my sister Jennifer and I were inseparable during that month, often spending all day in and around the back yard pool. My sister was a competitive swimmer so all she ever wore was a one piece swimsuit but Rachel often wore bikinis and she had many different ones. As grade ten was coming to a close, my 17th birthday was coming up. I received a call one evening; it was my aunt Gwen inviting me to come out to Vancouver for the summer to visit and to work on my Uncle Roberts construction site. Of course I said I'd come out. An entire 2 ? months in Whiterock, just south of Vancouver BC. An entire summer with my cousin Rachel, swimming at the beach, and cycling around the countryside. It was perfect. I knew this was an opportunity for me to get out of the social hole I was in, living in London and going to Saunders secondary school. As the day approached that I would be flying out to Vancouver I became more and more excited. I spent most of my last days of school before that summer vacation in eager anticipation, waiting somewhat impatiently to leave London. My exams went well enough, of course I excelled at my electrical technology exam and even my history and English exam's I did well but my math exam was a disaster. I felt I did so poorly that I was sure to have failed the course and would have to repeat the class again next fall. I wasn't worried about that prospect though; in just a few days was my 17th birthday and then the next day I fly to Vancouver. My birthday came and went in a flurry of activity as I packed up everything I thought I'd need for a summer in BC. Clothes, a few books, my bathing suit. The next day my Mom and Dad drove me to the airport in Toronto and waited for me to board the plane to Vancouver. There were hugs and kisses goodbye and a few tears from my mother, and then I got onto the plane. Little did I know just how significant that last goodbye was to become. Chapter 2 The flight was long and boring and after 5 hours the plane landed at Vancouver international Airport. As I was coming down the tunnel from the plane to the terminal I saw my 15 year old cousin Rachel running towards me, I had barely enough time to drop my bag and brace myself for the impact as she threw herself at me and hugging me fiercely. She squealed with delight as she swung me around and, danced about me with her no longer contained excitement of my arrival. "You're here! You're here! Kevin we are gonna have so much fun this summer!" "Woa! Robbie! I Just got here. I'm tired. I want to rest before we start making plans," I tried. At my protestations she threw herself against me again and this time I was very aware that my 15 year old cousin was female. She pressed her small breasts against me and I could feel her begin to grind her crotch against the back of my hand which was still trying to hold onto my carry-on bag. Rachel was wearing a short green sundress that buttoned up the front and had laces up the back to cinch in the waist and give the simple dress some shape. It was made of a very thin and light material that I could feel a heat radiating from her crotch as she rubbed herself against me. "Come on you two." My aunt Gwen interrupted us as she came closer. "Let's go and get Kevin home. Your Uncle Robert is making dinner for you Kevin and then we can get you settled in for the summer." She said with a smile as she separated us and started leading us to the baggage claim area so I could get my suitcases. When I had gathered my suitcases, Aunt Gwen led us to the car and insisted that I sit up front with her and Rachel sit in the back. On the ride from the airport to Whiterock, we chatted about plans for the summer, and what we could do or see while I was here. I had said that I wanted to go to Seattle sometime and that I was looking forward to working on Uncle Robert's construction site. Rachel told us that we would be going down to the pier tomorrow and then spending the day down along marine drive. As Uncle Robert wasn't expecting me to begin on the construction site for 6 days I'd have some time to familiarize myself with the area. It wasn't long before Aunt Gwen turned onto a small alleyway that led down between streets, separating houses along the bluff that they were built on. I could see that every house on the side of the hill was built facing south so as to take advantage of the beautiful view of the bay. Interestingly the hillside was so steep that every house was built at least three stories high on the front and about 1 ? stories on the back. Aunt Gwen turned into a short, steep, downward leading driveway that went into a garage on the back of their coral pink coloured house. I could see that there was a level above the garage that was actually at the same level as the alleyway that we just came from. As the garage door closed behind us we got out of the car and headed inside. We entered through a large foyer, mudroom laundry room combination into a huge open concept kitchen dining room living room area. The kitchen and pantry were at the back and the living room was at the front opening onto a large balcony patio. My uncle Robert was on the patio cooking at the huge grill that was obviously his pride and joy. He waved to us as he saw us come in then stuck his head in the sliding glass door and shouted to us. "Dinner will be about 30 minutes folks. Probably just long enough for you to get Kevin settled in. Rachel, why don't you take Kevin down his room." Rachel jumped in obvious excitement as she grabbed my arm and started leading me down stairs. She started to tell me all about where I'll be staying. Your room used to be Mom's exercise room, but we fixed it up for you and turned it into a bedroom of sorts. You'll have your own shower too." Rachel showed me into the room which was big, about 10 feet wide and 16 feet long. Centered on the wall on the far end of the room was a queen sized bed with end tables on each side of the headboard which was accented by heavy posts on each end and topped by large knobs about 3 inches in diameter. The footboard on the bed was just a shorter version of the headboard. The wall on one side of the bed was all mirrors and had a bar at about waist height all the way along its 17 foot length. The other wall was clear glass that looked into the central hallway on the lower level of the house. Across the hallway was my Aunt and Uncles shared office den combination. I was grateful to see that there were curtains that would give me some privacy in this converted bedroom. Rachel showed me where the bathroom was at the opposite end of the hallway from my bedroom door. And suggested that I take a shower before dinner. With that she gave me a long lingering full body hug and I swore that she was grinding her crotch into mine. She parted slowly pushing back at my shoulders and keeping her groin pressed hard onto mine she looked into my eyes and said, "you have about half an hour before dinner." With that she turned around and skipped out of the room and headed upstairs. I got undressed and put on a housecoat and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. I opened the door and saw that the wall to the right which was shared with my bedroom was clear glass. I was glad there was a curtain to block the view. especially since I noticed that the shower stall was also completely enclosed in clear glass and faced the glass wall of my bedroom. if not for that curtain. anyone could see into the shower stall. I turned on the water and let it warm up. feeling the spray to check the temperature, I stepped into the hot spray. and quickly lathered up and then rinsed myself off. then I quickly washed and rinsed my hair before turning off the water and stepping out of the stall. I was surprised to see that there was no fog on either she shower stall door or on the glass wall across from me. even more surprising was that I thought I saw the curtain move as if someone had just closed it. Thinking no more of it I dried myself off and then put my robe back on before padding barefoot back down the hallway to my room where I re- dressed myself in clean clothes for the evening. I then headed back upstairs to the living room and patio where my uncle Rob was at the BBQ. "Wow this deck is huge!" I exclaimed looking at the 20 foot wide and 16 foot deep patio. "It sure is Kevin," Uncle Rob replied. "Rachel often sunbathes here and it's perfect for large gatherings. Well looks like the steaks are done. Go get a platter for me and We can get it all on the table." I went to the kitchen where Aunt Gwen handed me a platter to take to Rob. When we all sat down at the table Rachel sat down close beside me. And we all started in on dinner. Gwen and Rob had many questions for me with regards to my plans for summer and I answered them all as best I could and they made a number of suggestions for what Rachel and I can do over the summer when I'm not at work myself. Robert explained that they won't be needing me on site for a number of days yet so I'd be free to spend my time with Rachel for at least the next 5 days. After dinner Gwen and Rob went upstairs to their room for the night and Rachel and I sat down on the sofa to watch a movie together. Again Rachel sat very close beside me and this time even snuggled in close to me and worked her head under my arm in order to get me to put my arm around her shoulders. She rested her right hand on my thigh as we watched the movie. Slowly she moved her hand up my thigh and then stopped just as her small hand met the junction between my thigh and my groin. Rachel's other hand sought out my left hand and pulled it down around her shoulder until she could place my hand firmly on her left breast and kept it there. She held us like that for the rest of the movie. It was very difficult for me to concentrate on the movie with one of her hands high on my thigh and her other holding my hand on her small firm breast. After the movie, Rachel quickly got up and went upstairs to her room leaving me wondering just what was happening here. I think my own cousin is trying to seduce me. And I don't know what to do about it. Should I let her? Should I put a stop to it? My God! I gotta go downstairs and get myself off. Chapter 3 The next morning I woke up late. About 10 I got out of bed and went upstairs to the kitchen. I got myself some cereal and milk. I took my breakfast outside to the patio and sat down at the table at the far end of the railing. Shortly as I sat and ate I heard a door above open up and footsteps come down the outside stairs that directly connected this patio with Rachel's balcony on the floor above. Looking up I saw a sight that, after last night, had me instantly hard. Rachel was slowly coming downstairs dressed in a turquoise and pink stripped string bikini that was absolutely tiny on her small firm breasts as to barely contain them. As my gaze dropped down admiringly I could see the outline of her kitty underneath the tight bikini bottoms that were tied high on the sides of her hips. This outfit left very little to my imagination and I became acutely aware of the fact that Rachel wanted it that way because she had a deliciously wicked little smile on her pretty little face. Rachel's eyes glinted with a sultry and seductive gleam as she came up to me and hugged me as I sat where I was completely stunned as she rubbed her small but barely contained breasts into my chest and then my face as she stood up. "Good Morning Kevin. Mom and Dad have gone in to Vancouver and will be gone all day," Rachel greeted me. "Do you like What you see?" With that Rachel went over to a central spot on the patio and pulled out a thin mat and set it on the floor, arranging her tanning area to her liking, all the while my eyes could not be pulled away from her beautiful form. My face was flushed with excitement and confusion as my 15 year old cousin all but broadcast her availability to me. Rachel lay down on the mat, face down and with her feet towards me, giving me a view of her tight butt and the crotch of her bikini bottoms were perfectly visible between her slightly open thighs. "Will you put the tanning lotion on me?" Rachel asked me while she reached behind herself and undid the tie in the middle of her back having already undone the tie at her neck. I slowly got up out of my chair and crossed over to where she lay then I knelt down beside her and took the bottle of lotion in my hand and poured a small amount onto the center of Rachel's back. Rachel Sighed contentedly as I began to smooth the golden oil into the skin of her back. "Don't be afraid to do all of me Kevin," she cooed. "I need you to do all of my body." I rubbed the oil into her back and sides and then down the backs of her arms before she reminded me to get her legs too. I poured some more oil onto her calves and worked it in and then up the sides and back of her thighs to about 2 inches below her bikini bottoms. "Kevin, do you want my legs to get burned too? You need to get ALL of my legs even the inside of my thighs." She spread her legs till they were wide apart to emphasize her point then she quickly and surprisingly undid the ties at the sides of her bikini bottoms. "And While you're at it You should thoroughly do my ass too." I gulped loudly as she pulled her bikini bottoms off completely. She lay there in front of me face down on the deck with her legs spread wide and was telling me to rub oil all over the insides of her thighs and to be sure I thoroughly Coat every inch of her delightful little butt. I could see her kitty opening from where I was, it was glistening with her moisture in the sun. Obviously my 15 year old cousin was turned on by her exhibitionism and wanted me to feel her all over. I wondered where this was going. Hesitantly I poured more oil onto her legs and ass then I slowly put my hands onto the inside of her left thigh and worked the oil into the skin. Then I did the same to her other thigh. "My ass too Kevin," Rachel insisted, "don't forget my ass." With that admonishment I put my hands on the firm globes of her ass and began to rub the oil in. When my hand slipped into she crack between those gleaming cheeks Rachel moaned with obvious pleasure. "Oh Kevin," she purred, "do my pussy too." "Rachel are you sure..." I started to say but she cut me off. "Of course I'm sure. I'm sure I want you to feel all over me. I'm sure I want you to feel my ass and I'm very sure I want you to put your oily fingers on and even in my tight little pussy." With that she rolled over, completely exposing her naked body to my astonished stare. She grabbed my right hand and put it firmly onto her tight, almost hairless kitty mound. She was hot and already wet as she easily forced my index finger between her kitty lips. "I have wanted to do this with you for 3 years now. Ever since your sister Jennifer and I spied on you when you were jerking off in your room. I told you we were going to have fun this summer. This is not going to stop here you know. I'm gonna get this thing in my pussy by the end of the day and as often as we can do it this summer." Rachel grabbed my now rampant penis through my shorts and started rubbing me off. I gently ran my finger up and down her hot slit, alternating between her tiny clit and the entrance to her very wet vagina. Rachel was squirming on my finger as she let go of my penis to take my shirt off me. Once my chest was bare she started to undo my shorts. Franticly she fumbled with the button, she began to whimper as her need rose. I took my finger from her kitty and leaned back to undo my shorts. I lifted my hips as Rachel quickly pulled my shorts and underwear from my hips and down to my ankles. I quickly kicked them off along with the shoes and socks I was wearing. Both of us now naked on the large patio she pushed me down to lay on my back as she straddled my hips. Then with both of her tiny hands on my chest Rachel began to grind her cunny against my hardened penis. Forward and back she moved. Her cunny lips separating and getting slicker with each movement. "Kevin, I've wanted to do this for so long," Rachel whispered hoarsely. "When Mom told me you were coming for the summer I decided then, that this would be the time to do it." Rachel hunched her hips forward then with a twist of her hips I could feel the head of my dick lodge into the entrance to her vagina. Her lubrication was making us both very slick by now. "Do it Kevin!" she rasped. "Put it in me now, I want to feel what it's like." And with that I hunched up while she thrust her hips downward and in one smooth motion we were locked together. 15 and 17 year old cousins became lovers at that moment. My cock buried to the hilt in her incredibly tight cunny. I couldn't believe it. I just gave my virginity to my 15 year old cousin and she I presumed gave hers to me. Rachel moaned softly as we stayed like that for a minute, getting used to the feelings of each other. I reached up and cupped her small B cup breasts in my hands, rubbing her nipples against the palms of my hands. "Ooo. That's nice Kevin," Rachel sighed as she pressed her chest into my palms and began rocking back and forth on my cock. "Don't stop, just make love to me." With her encouragement, I began to pump slowly into her very tight channel. We quickly found a rhythm between us and soon we were making love on the patio like it was the most natural thing in the world. After only a few minutes Rachel began to shake and grind her cunny down hard onto me trying desperately to rub her tiny clitoris against my pubic bone. And as soon as she did, she stiffened and let out a low almost growl. As her orgasm swept over her she clamped down hard on my pistoning prick, now suddenly caught in a hot wet fleshy vice, my own orgasm began. I pumped spurt after thick spurt of my cum deep into her own spasming cunny. "Oh God Rachel! I'm cumming!" I growled at the same time that she squealed her own pleasure. Rachel collapsed onto my chest and nuzzled her face into my neck under my right ear. She hummed and cooed softly as she came down from the orgasmic high that we had just experienced. I sighed deeply and wrapped my arms around her sweaty, oily back. "Rach?" I started. "What happens now?" I could feel her clenching and loosening her vaginal muscles as she rested, my penis still buried deeply in her vagina. "What happens now?" she repeated. "Well You're mine now Kevin, and, I'm yours. We can do this any time we want. All summer long." "What about your parents? We can't let them know about this. They'd kill us, then my parent's would at least kill me." Rachel looked at me as if I'd just lost my mind. "Of course we won't let them know about this. I'm not stupid you know. And before you ask, yes, I am on the pill, so there's no chance of getting me pregnant either. Now do me again and then we can go down to the pier and get something to eat." Chapter 4 We made love again that morning then got up and showered together before getting dressed and heading down to Marine Drive to get something to eat. Rachel insisted that I wear my swimming trunks and a tee shirt and she put her pink and turquoise bikini back on before throwing a white tee shirt on over it. We slipped on our shoes and walked down the hill to marine drive and the pier where we went to a fish and chip stand for lunch. After lunch we went out to the end of the pier. We watched the other kids jumping off the rail into the dredged out section at the end of the long pier for a while before joining in ourselves. I learned to do something called a suicide drop where you jump off the rail about 17 feet above the water as if to do a belly flop then at the last second tuck into a ball and hit the water punching as deep a hole in the surface of the water as possible. The next several days went by very much the same. Rachel was very aggressive in her demands for sex. And over the next week we did it in every room of the house and even once in the water at the beach where only my feet could touch bottom. She even wanted to try anal but was afraid that it would hurt too much. Then Tuesday came and I woke early in the morning to go to the construction site with my Uncle Rob. When we got there he showed me around the site before explaining to me what my job was to be. As it turn out I was to be a general labourer. Generally put, cleanup guy, and occasionally help move wood or drywall into the buildings where needed. It wasn't hard work, just tiring and made for long seeming days. Rachel and I still found time to "play" together. I would work Tuesday to Friday and have Saturday Sunday and Monday off. Each work day I would get off work at 4 and ride home, (uncle Rob had a 18 speed racing bike similar to my own and because he never used it he allowed me to use it for the summer). Often I would meet Rachel down on Marine Drive right after work, where we would go diving off the pier together before heading home for dinner. After dinner we liked to watch a movie together often upstairs in her room. When her parents were home she would put on a skirt and she would sit on my lap while we watched the movie that way we could have sex and if anyone came up she could just smooth her skirt down. We would go up to Rachel's room to watch TV or a movie, as soon as the door was closed she would quickly reach under her skirt and slip her panties off. Having made herself accessible, she would come over to where I had sat down on her love seat and get down on her knees in facing me then undo my fly on my pants or shorts and pull my penis out, sometimes giving me a hand job to get me ready and sometimes taking me into her mouth till I was hard and slick with her saliva. Once Rachel was satisfied that I was ready she would get up and turn around before proceeding to sit down on my lap with my rampant dick buried as deep in her little cunny as she could get it. We didn't move much when we were like that, only enough to keep me hard and lodged as deeply as possible. Rachel often sat back and leaned against my chest as she moved her hips in tiny circles to keep herself stimulated. After about 90 minutes of this one or both of us could stand it no more and we would begin to fuck each other in earnest. We were so practiced with each other after the few weeks that I had been there that we often came simultaneously. Chapter 5 Changes. I had been working for my Uncle Rob for about 3 weeks when the biggest change in my life had begun to be noticed. While on the site one day I found that I was distinctly un-coordinated. While over the last week I found that my clothes had been becoming looser and even my work boots I just figured I was loosing a bit of weight with all the physical labour. But it all became a problem when while I was walking across a plank bridge on site that I placed my foot too far to one side and fell off the planks onto the plywood subfloor below me, hitting my head and knocking myself unconscious. When I awoke I was in the hospital, my aunt, uncle and cousin all sitting expectantly by my bedside. "what happened?" I croaked from a dry throat. "You fell off a plank bridge and knocked yourself senseless," Aunt Gwen answered me. "There wasn't any reason that you should have taken that kind of fall," Uncle Robert started. "And when the paramedics couldn't wake you they brought you here. The doctors have been running around you like bees in a hive that have discovered nectar for the first time." "Why would they do that?" I asked, "All I did was fall off a plank and knock myself out." "That's just the problem," a new voice interjected. We all looked to the doorway to see who the newcomer was. "I'm Dr. Kovacs," the man said. "And no you didn't just knock yourself out. As near as we can tell, you made a miss step because of the rapid changes in your body and you were unconscious for much longer than would be expected also because of those same changes." "What changes?" I asked. "I'm 17 years old and the only thing that's been happening is I've lost a bit of weight because I've been working hard." "It's more than that I'm afraid," Dr. Kovacs sighed. "I never thought I'd see a case myself but there you are, you've probably noticed that your clothes don't seem to fit right any more but have you noticed that your pants are too long? As if you're getting shorter, or that your shoes are also too long?" "Well yes I have noticed that." My aunt Gwen stood up at that and asked the doctor, "So what does all that mean?" "It means that Kevin here is radically changing," the doctor answered. "it means that he is getting shorter and it means that his skeletal system is being changed, his musculature and even his skin and face will change. In fact the changes are going on at a molecular level." "You sound like someone out of Star Trek," I said to him. "I mean this is just fiction isn't it?" The Doctor turned to My aunt, uncle and cousin. "Could you give me a few minutes alone with Kevin please?" he asked them. As they left the room I saw another Doctor or somebody take them into the room across the hall. "Kevin. What I have to tell you is not going to be easy for you to handle but you have to know now," Dr. Kovacs started. "You have a condition called Gender Bimorphism, or 'GB'." "You mean that weird syndrome that's all over the states and Europe? The one that turns boys into gir... Oh My God! You Mean that I'm. I. I'm gonna become a Girl?" "Yes Kevin I'm afraid so," Dr. Kovaks replied. "You have GB and are becoming a girl. The Tests we did when you were brought in have confirmed it, the transformation is well on its way." "How Long do I have?" I asked as I collapsed back on the hospital bed. "three days, maybe four." I was in shock. "I've Heard that it was all over the states but not here in Canada, your tests must be wrong. I can't have GB!" "I'm sorry Kevin, we were very careful with the tests, already your DNA shows a radical re-sequencing, and you no longer have the 'y' chromosome at all, Structurally the changes have been going on for a couple of weeks now and they continue to accelerate. Apparently you used to be about 5 foot 10 inches right?" I nodded yes without saying anything. "Well now you are about 5 foot 6 inches, your hips are already wider and still there are other changes going on that will take too long to go into. I'm sorry Kevin but by next week you will be a girl." I could feel my eyes misting up and I fought back the tears that were threatening to be let loose. "You're only the second case in BC Kevin and probably only the twentieth in all of Canada so we're not really set up to help you with this. However, for a couple of years now there have been arrangements with the US to help those with GB by bringing them to Gender Reorientation Facilities across the border to help you through the transition." "Gender Reorientation?" I asked. "You mean the Girl School in Blain don't you?" "Yes, that is where it is located. All the arrangements have been made for you. And They will be expecting you there tomorrow morning. For now, we are releasing you to go home and get what you need. And Kevin, I know you are just here from the summer and your parents are still in Ontario, so I would strongly suggest that you call them and speak with them, let them know what's happening to you. They need to know." "Doctor?" I asked. "Before I do that I've gotta know, just how much of a girl will I become?" Doctor Kovacs Looked at me for a moment before answering. "You will be completely female, so much so that there is no test that can be done to be able to tell if you ever were a boy. You'll be a fully functional female, you'll have periods, you can get pregnant and you may even become a mother yourself. Believe me, you'll be very female." Dear God no. No way this can be happening to me. I come out here for a summer vacation and I will never go home again as Kevin. My parents won't even recognize me. Hell even I won't be able to recognise me. "Doctor, I'm not gay, There's no way I'm gonna have sex with another boy so getting pregnant's never going to happen," I Insisted. "I didn't say you were gay Kevin. And after GB has run its course it's unlikely you will be gay then either. You'll remain heterosexual, but because you'll be a girl, you'll be attracted to boys. From everything I've read on GB, those who are struck by GB will retain their sexual orientation, only because they are girls now they have that sexual orientation as a girl. All that to say, 'if you're straight, you'll be a straight girl. If you're Gay, you'll be a gay girl. And if you are bisexual or confused, you'll be a bisexual or confused girl.' It's as simple as that." I sat there in stunned silence, I had nothing more I could say, the facts were I was already changing and I will continue to change until I was a girl completely. "How's it gonna happen to me?" I asked. "The transformation you mean?" I nodded yes and he continued. "Well. The changes are slow to start, often taking weeks before anything visible can be seen, like in you, your insides began changing a few weeks ago before your size changes were noticeable. As time goes on the transformation accelerates until the more dramatic changes happen in less than 6 hours until the physical changes are completed. The hormonal changes continue for about a week after that until you are fully female. How long the emotional changes and the mental changes take is up to you." "What do you mean by 'Dramatic Changes'?" I asked him. "that would be Breast development and the changes from male penis and scrotum to a female vagina and all that goes with it." As he said that, Doctor Kovaks turned to the door to open it and said to me. "I'll let your family back in then I suggest you go home and call your parent's then get to the center in Bellingham where they can help you with your transition. Your Uncle and Aunt will have all the papers you will need to get there and the center will take care of the rest of the papers you need when you need them." Doctor Kovacs opened the door and let Rachel, Aunt Gwen and Uncle Rob into the room before leaving. Rachel ran straight to my side and wrapped her arms around me. "Oh Kevin, I am so sorry." I could hear the tears in her voice as Rachel whispered in my ear. Her small breasts were pressed tightly against my chest as she wept with me. Chapter 6 Girls School After driving home from the hospital in silence, I made my way into the living room and grabbed the phone and sat down heavily on the couch. I stared at the phone in my hand but couldn't bring myself to dial my parent's number. As I sat there mourning and on the verge of tears again, Rachel sat down beside me and leaned her head on my shoulder. Rachel didn't say a word but I could tell she was feeling very uneasy. I looked around the room, it was empty, Gwen and Robert left us alone together so I could make the call I needed to make. I don't know how long it was that Rachel and I sat together like that but after a while Gwen came into the room and looked at us as she was speaking on the other cordless phone to someone. "Yes, he's still here Beth. He hasn't moved since we got home. Just a sec Beth." Then cupping her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone Gwen said to me, "Kevin. You've sat there for more than an hour, I got your mom on the phone and you need to talk to her." "Did you tell her?" I asked. "Yes, I told her Kevin, but you need to talk to her." I took the phone Gwen offered to me and brought it up to my ear and said into the receiver, "Hi Mom?" The hesitancy and shock I was feeling was thick in my voice. "Hi Kevin, Gwen was telling me what's happening to you. I'm sorry Kevin, I don't know what to say about this." "Mom it's not like I decided I was gonna become a girl. It just happened! I don't want this. I'm a guy! How can I become a girl now? I'm sixteen and going into grade 11, and now I gotta go back to school as a girl?" I all poured out of me, all the shock, all the pain and anguish I was going through. "Mom. They can't even stop it from happening, already I'm shorter and my clothes don't fit right! And I just noticed Mom, I have Hips now! I can't stop it!" I began to cry. I couldn't deal with what was happening to me. Great wracking sobs escaped me as it all flooded over me. Aunt Gwen took the phone from my limp hands and started to talk to my mother again. Rachel helped me up and led me downstairs to my room. When we got to my room, I saw myself in the mirror and was surprised to see just how far the transformation had progressed. I looked at my face and saw that my facial features had softened and become less masculine. My chin had narrowed and my cheekbones and brow had become more delicate. Still looking in the mirror I took off my shirt and looked at myself again. My chest had narrowed and there were small swellings behind my nipples, the beginnings of breasts. Undoing my pants and dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them and my underwear too, I saw that I indeed had started to form female hips. My pelvis had widened and looking closer I noticed now that my penis had gotten smaller withdrawing up into my body. My scrotum and testicles were completely gone by now. Rachel noticing the change said to me, "You Know being a girl isn't bad. I like being a girl. I think you will too." "Rachel!" I almost cried. "You weren't born a boy. You've had thirteen years practice and don't know what it's like to be a boy. I mean look at me, I don't even have balls anymore. They're gone! And my dick is now barely even there. I have hips that look like yours and my chest looks like an eleven year old girls." Rachel came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Resting her head on my shoulder I noticed that we were almost the same height now, five foot six inches. I had lost four inches in just days. "Rachel, we can't even make love anymore," I said sadly. She looked in the mirror at me before replying. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. Granted you won't have a penis to put in me but girls can make love to each other you know." She ran her fingertips up my torso to my developing breasts and lightly circled the nipples. I gasped lightly and my head drooped to one side to rest against her cheek. "Doesn't that feel nice?" she asked me. "There is so much more we can enjoy together when we are both girls. Just think Kevin, we'll be able to share clothes and when the change is finished I doubt that Mom and Dad will keep you down here. We'll be able to share my room. I also doubt that you'll be needed on Dad's construction site either, that'll give us more time together. More time to do things together." Rachel had stressed the 'things' of her last statement as one of her hands left my nipple and traveled down to my changing crotch. "This will never be in me again," she mourned with her hand cupping my diminished penis. "I feel like a freak," I said as her fingers drifted to where my scrotum had once been. "I mean I'm changing into a girl and I'm no longer a boy, I'm something in between." "But that'll all be over in just a couple of days. Then you'll be all girl, just like me." I sighed, starting to feel resigned to my fate. My emotions were all over the place. And I felt like I have cried more in the last couple of days than I had in all the years previously. Sometimes I would be overwhelmed by the curiosity in the changes occurring in my body then equally horrified. I could feel the tears starting again as I looked in the mirror at my face. My features had continued to soften my eyebrows had narrowed and my chin as well had started to take on a gentler more feminine shape. My ears had also gotten smaller. It was amazing how thorough the changes were. I had no idea what I would look like when GB was finished with me but I knew there would be no more masculine features. "You had better get dressed again, we need to get you down to Bellingham as soon as we can. I'll go let mom know." With that she left to go back upstairs. After a few minutes I got some clean clothes, noting that nothing I had would fit me anymore. I dressed and headed back upstairs where Gwen and Rachel were waiting for me. Wordlessly I allowed them to lead me out to the garage where I got into the back seat of the car and Rachel slipped into the seat beside me. Gwen got in and started the car then backed out of the garage and headed down the street. Heading for the 176 Street border crossing. We were in luck as there was no significant line up at the border and we only had to wait 5 minutes before Gwen pulled up to one of the booths. "Where are you headed?" the border agent asked my aunt. "We're heading to Bellingham and the Gender Re-orientation Facility there." The Border Agent looked in the window at me and with a sympathetic look on his face said, "I know it may not seem like it son, but this is not necessarily a bad thing to be happening to you. My son, daughter now, went through it too almost 3 years ago. The people there in Bellingham helped her a lot." "I'm sure," I said sullenly. I understood what he was trying to do but I was always the kid at school who was picked on for being a late bloomer, thought to be queer, or a geek, or just not masculine enough for the other kids there, and now I was going to change into a girl and everything they alluded to would become true. The agent waved us on and Gwen started down the I-5 towards Bellingham and the place my life as Kevin would end. When we had passed through Bellingham to the south side we made a couple of turns and then turned into a drive that was blocked by a large gate. After being let in we were told where we needed to go to drop me off. We drove up the drive into a complex of low grey concrete and glass buildings that had a definite institutional feeling to them. Gwen got out then Rachel helped me out of the car and into the large lobby of the GRF. There was a young lady behind the desk who greeted us with a smile and asked who I was. "I'm Kevin Shepherd," I answered her. "Oh yes, the Canadian from Ontario. We have been expecting your arrival and there is no time to wait. The session you will be in has already started about an hour ago. Don't worry, it's just a meet and greet you can go through those doors there on the other side of the lobby. Everyone is in there. Don't worry about your papers, I can take care of that with your Aunt." With that she turned to Gwen and asked her, "You are his Aunt right?" I didn't hear her answer as I hugged Rachel goodbye. When we pulled apart she looked at me and said; "So I guess I'll never be seeing you again Kevin, have you given any thought as to what name you want to go by?" "No, I haven't," I answered. "I hadn't thought of it before now. I guess it wouldn't do for a girl to have a name like Kevin but, I just couldn't bring myself to think much about it." I disengaged from my cousin and headed into the next room. As I entered the lecture hall, the first thing I noticed was a small group of 5 people clustered around two others. The 5 were obviously GB victims like myself at various stages of transformation. They were gathered around a tall woman in a lab coat, possibly a doctor, and a very slight girl who was possibly my age. The girl was no more than 5 foot two inches and possibly weighed about 110 pounds. She looked up from where she was to me as I entered the room. She smiled warmly at me and beckoned me to join them all. When I reached the group, the doctor took my hand and introduced herself as Doctor Julia Martins. The girl introduced herself as Becky. The others in the group were introduced to me as Seth, Alan, Jeff, Chris and Todd, all five were as I guessed GB victims like myself. Dr Martins then called to us all. "Now that you are all here, please take a seat. And we can get started," she said as we all took a seat near the front of the room. "As You all know, I am Doctor Martins. I am the director here at the Gender Reorientation Seminar or GRS for short. You may have heard it referred to as Girls School or Cunt Class or other derogatory names like that. I jumped a little at her blatant use of vulgarity. I'd never heard an adult, particularly a woman, express herself in front of me that way. "Got your attention, didn't I?" she continued. "I do apologize, but there's one rule about this program that's absolutely imperative: honesty. My staff and I will be straight with you about everything. That can sometimes be a hard challenge - for we don't pull any punches here. We're going to tell it like it is, because if we do any less, you won't be prepared for what you're about to go through. "Our goal is straightforward - to help you adjust to your new sex and all that goes along with it. We've guided nearly 250 boys to girls through this facility alone and we have a lot of experience and feedback. Our charter requires - and our professionalism demands - that we do all we can to get you through this. "Why? Here's the first harsh reality you'll need to face. Although some 6000 boys across the country have been transformed, that's less than 1/10th of one percent of the population of America. Because the number of transformees is so small in comparison, that means society is not going to change to accommodate you - you are going to have to change to accommodate society." She paused and looked at each of us in turn. "If GB were affecting 10-20% of all males, it might be a different story. If that many men were becoming women - the very concept of how we define femininity would change. But that's not the case here. Each of you will have to match the current cultural expectations of being a girl. If not, you'll find yourselves frustrated, isolated and ostracized." We were silent at that while she continued. "Don't think us unsympathetic - we all wish you were not going through this. We know none of you want to be here. But it is imperative you understand that you are going to be young women and you will have to behave accordingly. "Now for the good news. This program is not about forcing femininity down your throat. We not going to make you put on party dresses, wear nylons, or teeter around in high heels." There seemed a palpable sense of relief in the room. "Yes, there are classes on makeup, hairstyling and so forth - but they are voluntary. The only mandatory classes are on physiology and hygiene - which are essential for good health. Everything else is optional." One 'boy' raised his hand. "Then why have them?" Ms. Barlow replied, "Because some of you are the children of single dads, who are not going to be able to acquaint you with the basics of day to day femininity. And even for those of you with in-house mothers and sisters - you may still be reluctant to turn to them. Fact is, teenage girls spend a lot of time with fashion and appearance and you will be in a better position to fit in if you know what's going on. "Which leads to my next point? It's very important for you to understand that being a girl is not about cosmetics, perms and skirts. You may have a vision of girlhood as being focused on nothing but image. That just ain't true. To be sure, there are all kinds of cultural connotations typically associated with being a girl. And you are going to have to live up to many of them. "But, here's the key point - there are as many ways to be a girl as there are girls. Some girls are into make-up and clothes big time - others pay little attention to the whole thing. We just want you to know what your options are." I raised my hand. "But you just warned us that we're going to have to act all girly to fit in. It almost seems like you are contradicting yourself." She smiled. "In every class, there's always someone who brings that up. It's a good point. Here's the distinction. After you finish your transformation, it's up to you to figure out your style as a girl. You may like short hair, jeans and playing football. Or, you may find you like pretty dresses, frilly underwear and ballet." "Fat chance of that," I muttered. Ms. Barlow smile grew broader. "You'd be surprised - more on that later. But here's the gist of what I'm saying. You can be any kind of girl you want..." She paused for emphasis. "As long as you remember you ARE a girl. "The worse mistake someone affected by GB can make is to pretend they're still a boy. Wearing pants and getting a crew-cut isn't going to change what you are. Trust me on this - based on all the others who've come before you. The surest path to misery is to deny what has happened. You can be into sports, be into gory computer games, be into MTV's 'Jackass'. Be into whatever - but do it as a girl." Todd spoke up. "But that seems so impossible! The only way to do that would be to accept being a girl in the first place. I don't know if I ever can." Ms. Barlow replied, "Let me give you some hope here. About 75% of the boys who go through this reach a point where they enjoy being girls as much as they enjoyed being boys. The length of time to get there varies - months or even a year, but it does happen. That doesn't mean they think they are better off as girls, but they are just as fulfilled and content with their new gender as with their old. If you offered them a chance to go back - some might take it, but not without regrets." Todd asked, "So it evens out?" "For those 75%, yes. They do find happiness as females, although they don't see one gender or the other as better. The things they like about girlhood cancel out the things they miss about boyhood." "What about the rest?" Ms. Barlow grinned. "For about 20%, they end up enjoying their new sex in a big way. They love being female and would never change back. Once they get a taste of femininity, they become true girly-girls - rather quickly. Weeks, or even days." "You're kidding!" Todd exclaimed. "Nope. For those 20%, the biggest question they have is 'How did I ever put up with being a boy?' - for obvious reasons, they have the easiest adjustment." "You mean they wanted to be girls?" "Not necessarily. While some may have had a subconscious desire to be female, most were amazed at their reaction. Once they had a girl's body, they found themselves at home in a way they never expected. It's actually rather fun to watch them. They all say 'Oh my god, I'm a girl... and... and I like it!'" I did the arithmetic. "What about the remaining 5%?" Ms. Barlow grew serious. "Time for more honesty. The final category of GB transformees is thankfully the smallest. They are the ones who never fully make the mental leap from male to female. No matter how much time and effort one of these kids puts in, she'll always feel as though she's a boy trapped in a girl's body." "I know which category I'll be in," one of the others said bleakly. "Oh no," Ms. Barlow responded. "There's absolutely no predicting who will turn out as what. We've had macho football jocks come through here, completely distraught, and found themselves happily shopping for prom dresses a month later. And we've had young men who were effeminate or outright gay really struggle with being girls. There's no rhyme or reason to this - so don't lock yourself into a mindset just yet. In a class of this size, I'd wager all of you will come to be delighted or at least content with your impending femininity." There were expressions of doubt on all the faces around me. I was sure I mirrored them. "Okay, I know you are all sceptical - all I can say is give it a chance. You may be pleasantly surprised. In the meantime, Let's move on to our next topic. As your program doctor I need to tell you about what's happening to your bodies." "I like to get right down to it," she began. "Each one of you is going to be a girl - complete by every biological standard. You will have wider hips, narrower waists, and smaller muscles. You'll grow breasts, ovaries, and a uterus. You'll develop a vagina - along with a clitoris. You will have to sit to urinate. You will have a woman's menstrual cycle - i.e. periods. You all will have PMS to one degree or another. Your sexual arousal will be female in nature - swelling of your vulva, breasts and nipples, lubrication of your vagina. Your sex drive will be that of a woman - including intense female orgasms that are quite different from a man's. If a male ejaculates inside you, you can - and most likely will - become pregnant. If you deliver a baby, your breasts will give milk. And some decades from now, you will all experience menopause." Everyone was utterly still - the room filled with an atmosphere of silent horror. Then she smiled rather wryly. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Several of us actually gasped. Of course I knew in theory all that was going to happen to me - but to listen to her spell it out was unnerving. I'd have to wear tampons inside my...yuck! I could become pregnant, labour pains and all. Worse yet was contemplating HOW I could get pregnant. The idea of a boy using his... penis to enter my body? My God this was so hard to take in. "It's important for you not to have any illusions - none of you will retain any hint of male physiology. Each person in this class is transforming into a girl, and will grow up to be a woman. Denying that is pointless. The sooner you accept what's happening to your bodies, the sooner you can begin to accept things mentally. "Now let me give you some history. Gender Bimorphism, or GB, has been around for just under three years. The first 5 cases appeared simultaneously in 5 different states. It took the CDC about 2 months to identify the phenomenon, by which time more than 150 additional boys were affected. Since the beginning, there have been over 6000 cases documented in America, along with another 500 overseas. And so far Kevin about one hundred from Canada have come to us for help because the Canadian Government does not have the facilities or resources to deal with this situation. That is why they sent you here. Needless to say, the first wave of GB girls had a very traumatic time. Dozens of teenage boys found themselves turning into females with no warning - leaving them completely in shock. There were no support systems and the media sensationalized what was happening to the poor kids. Sadly, twenty of the newly created girls committed suicide. But the development of GRS and a general acceptance in society of the existence of GB has eased the pressure of transition. There hasn't been a suicide in over a year. "No one knows how GB operates, or how it proliferates. The CDC has done intense epidemiological studies and proven that it is not spread by direct contact - GB is not contagious. There is absolutely no evidence of a bacteria or virus causing the change. We can only identify the presence of GB by looking for metabolites in the bloodstream - agents normally found in females." We sat, raptly listening to Doctor Martins' briefing. "The current theory is that GB operates in three phases. First, as you may recall from basic biology, males have an XY chromosome pattern. GB alters that to female XX in a matter of days. That's really not such a big deal in itself. In fact, if that were the extent of GB, the result would probably not even be visible." I spoke, "Why isn't the chromosome change so important?" "Because the impact of the XX/XY is greatest on a developing fetus - influencing the hormonal balance in the amniotic sac - guiding the baby to male or female. By the time a child nears adulthood, the sex of the body is fixed - for the most part. However, your change from XY to XX does lay a foundation for the rest of GB - so that an future cell growth in your body is based on a female matrix. "Phase two of GB, for want of a better layman's term, is organ cloning. That is, your body draws upon existing tissues and literally incubates a female reproductive system, along with modifications to brain and endocrine structures. As an example, ovaries are forming in your abdominal cavities - the testes provide the raw material. Similar functions occur as your penises become vaginas and clitorises while your scrotums become vulvas. The uterus and fallopian tubes germinate from the unused penile protoplasm." She continued. "However, not even that would give you a woman's body - for you would still have the skeletal structure, the height and appearance of males. This is where the third and least understood phase of GB comes into play. As the final step, GB somehow 'sculpts' your frame from the inside - reducing your height, reshaping your bones, especially the pelvis, and feminizing your faces and muscles." "Any theory as to how?" Todd asked. "Yes. Nanotechnology. The first two phases of GB - the change in chromosomes and the switch of reproductive organs - do occur elsewhere in nature, particularly in some species of fish. But the effect of GB's third phase is unprecedented anywhere on the planet. We believe a mechanical function is at work here - surgery at the cellular level to produce the final result." "But that would mean GB is... artificial," I said slowly. "That is the current thinking. And we have one definitive piece of evidence." We waited for her to finish. "Every boy affected by GB finishes the transformation with long hair, shoulder length or more." It took me a moment to figure it out. Then I said, "There's no biological reason for long hair on girls." "Correct. Hair length is purely a cultural phenomenon - not tied to gender in a physical way. So if GB is producing long hair, it must be by design." "You mean someone is doing this on purpose?" Todd said in a stunned tone. "That's our conclusion. There is other evidence - every boy seems to come out as an unusually attractive female version of himself. And the high rate of successful adjustment to girlhood (75% + 20%) implies other changes to brain chemistry. But it's the hair length that really makes the case for deliberate planning." "But isn't nanotechnology just getting started?" I asked. "For most researchers, yes. But someone out there appears to be 'pushing the envelope'. This is a very new conclusion and has not been much discussed publicly. After all, there's absolutely no proof - it's like the early days of HIV - we can't take a picture of the bacteria / virus / nano-bot." "But who? And why?" Todd inquired. "Believe me, that is the subject of the most covert and intense international investigation ever conducted. Scientists, doctors, universities, federal agents, detectives, and law enforcement and intelligence agencies - everyone's trying to figure this out. One key clue was the initial appearance of GB - five different locales at once. I suspect we'll learn the existence of teams that are deliberately selecting and 'infecting' boys across the country - the 6000 so far may be a random sampling of the young male population to measure the success of GB." Success? Good Christ! The idea that someone may have intentionally inflicted GB upon me filled me with anger. My dreams, my very manhood was being taken from me. I was about to be condemned to a lifetime of wearing panties and having periods! And all for a damned experiment? If I ever got my hands on those responsible, I'd... Then I looked down at my slender, nearly hairless arms. I'd what? Scratch their eyes out? Yank their hair? It's not like I could assert myself physically - after all, I'd just be a girl. I had the most unusual mixture of rage and depression I'd ever felt. The atmosphere in the class had become decidedly frosty, as we contemplated what we had just been told. My own emotions were reflected in the faces of the other 'boys'. I have to use the quotation marks because most of them were looking more feminine with each passing moment. It had been hard enough to accept GB as a natural, albeit freakish, occurrence. But to realize that this had been done to us on purpose made it even worse. I felt more helpless than ever. Dr. Martins resumed, "I sympathize with your feelings. Even though I'm not going through what you are, I'm angry too. I'm a medical professional and the thought of those poor girls who committed suicide as a consequence of someone playing God with their bodies goes against everything I stand for. That's why I'm so determined to help you cope. "So let's talk about what's next. You all are entering the final phase of GB. The foundation has been laid - your chromosomes have already changed to XX, your female sexual and reproductive organs are taking shape and your physiques are becoming more female. Once a threshold has been crossed, the effects of GB accelerate greatly. You'll become very sleepy and feel a strong need to rest. During this time, the last changes occur - including the full growth of your breasts, the final configuration of your vaginas and your faces will become completely feminine. While a few of you may be partially awake, most of you will be unconscious during this time. There is no pain." "How long does this take?" Todd asked. "About one to two hours. By the way, that has been considered as more evidence for deliberate design of GB. There are no known biological processes that can produce so much change so quickly. There are species of fish and insects that spontaneously switch sex - but only over a much longer period of time." "And how long do we have left?" another 'boy' asked. "All of you will finish changing over the next 24-72 hours. Some of you will be female by dinnertime." We were quiet as we realized there was no escaping our fate. Dr. Martins spoke again. "Okay. I've thrown a lot at you. Now, I'd like to introduce our next speaker. Please welcome Becky Connors." The Girl that came to the center of the platform was the same teenage girl I had met briefly before we began this session. She was the same age as me - 17 or 17 at most. She had fine dark hair that reached to the small of her back. She was wearing a casual black skirt, rather short, and a white blouse - filled out by a very respectable set of breasts. Her long legs were smooth and bare - socks and flats completed her clothing. Instead of standing at the lectern, she pulled a chair to the front of the class and sat down. I also noticed she was very good-looking. At least there was still enough male in me to appreciate a lovely girl - even if I couldn't do much with her any more. She smiled at us winningly. "Hi! As Dr Martins indicated, my name is Becky. I'm a junior at Bellingham High School - about 20 minutes away. I know you are going through some pretty amazing changes, and I'm here to help you with that." Todd spoke, "How?" "Because three months ago, I was sitting in one of your chairs." She paused for a moment while we drew the obvious conclusion. Todd continued, "You mean you used to be a..." "Boy? Yep - my name was Eric, I played lacrosse and I loved to watch pro wrestling." I was amazed. This was the first time I'd ever met anyone who'd been through GB all the way. She seemed so feminine - not just her very attractive body, but also her mannerisms. If anything, she appeared to be a bit more girly than average. In a million years, I never would have guessed she was once a boy. "Believe me, I know exactly what you are feeling. When I first learned I had GB, I was horrified. I wasn't a stud, but I was 6'2, 190 and had no interest in being female. I liked girls, of course, both as friends and romantically - but I never saw myself becoming one. So I was convinced that GB would destroy my life. I'm here to tell you that I was wrong. There is life after GB." "What kind of life?" I asked. "A lot better than I ever imagined. The one thing that surprised me most was just how much... fun it is to be a female. I'd never expected that the day-to-day routine of girlfriends, boyfriends and simple femininity would be so fulfilling. It's different, I'll grant you that, but it's pretty special." "I take it you're one of the 20%," Todd said. "Not really - although I may be closer to the cusp than average. I don't believe that one sex or the other is innately superior. What I do believe is that being a girl is very rewarding in its own way - if you give it a chance." "Would you go back?" I asked. She stopped to consider for a moment. "Probably not. I do miss the physical prowess I had as a boy - but if I were to change back, I'd miss a lot more from the girl side of things." "But you're, what, 5'7" and 120 pounds now?" "I'll claim the height - never ask a lady her weight." "Sorry. It's just that you're so much smaller and weaker as a girl. Aren't you afraid of boys and what they can do to you?" "It's true that I'm vulnerable to boys in a way I obviously wasn't before. But I have power over boys myself." "How so?" I pressed. Becky didn't answer me. Instead, she just uncrossed and then re-crossed her lovely legs. She took her time doing so, and I found myself fascinated by the view up her short skirt. Drawing the motion out, the pretty girl briefly (no pun intended) revealed her very cute white lace panties to the class. She smiled at us and I suddenly reddened as I realized she had flashed us on purpose - and I reddened still further as I noticed every boy in the class had stared, transfixed, while she had done so. "Does that answer your question?" she asked amusedly. "Yeah, I guess," I replied, somewhat embarrassed. "So now you see. A girl can instantly command the attention of just about any boy - and she can get him to do all sorts of favours. All she has to do is act a little sexy or flirty, and boys will be putty in her hands. It works even better if she's a babe, as all of you are likely to be. "So, does that make everything even out? For me, yes. I know boys are much stronger than I am - but that strength is of little value to them, since society won't condone its use against me. After all, I'm a girl - and it's very wrong for a guy to hurt a girl. Truth be told, I was attacked more in the seventh grade, when