Fantasy Flight Book 2Chapter 4
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©2011 by Jennifer Morrell.
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People who read my story will never believe what happened to me. Every
time I tell it to somebody I trust, I start to doubt my own sanity more
and more. Before I go completely crazy I'd better write it down. My
name is Alex, a 23 years old guy. With 5 foot 10 inches I stand a bit
small for a guy, but I am proud to say that my less than average height
is quite in contrary of the size of my dick. Because of my handsome,
but tender looks, I am quite wanted by the female part of the
population. Sorry girls, I am taken. My girlfriend Monica is 22 years
old. She has the same height as me and is quite a looker with her
hourglass figure and quite large breasts. 6 months ago we moved in
together.
Although Monica is quite a looker, I silently admire women who have a
boyish look and close to no breasts. I even secretly visit pay sites on
the internet that show girls with tiny tits or who sometimes only have
women sized nipples, but no breast tissue at all. Don't worry, they are
all of legal age. Looking at them, or rather admiring their innocent
beauty arouses me incredibly. These sites always have some links and
ads for sister sites. I was about to close down my computer because of
my dinner date with Monica at a luxurious restaurant at the town center
when my eye caught a that said "take a look at these beauties and you
will get an unbelievable insight never offered before on any website."
Of course my curiosity was raised and I clicked the link. The page that
opened contained some pictures that I had already seen on other sites,
but suddenly everything around me started to blur. A few moments later
I found myself walking in my favorite jeans and T-shirt walking towards
the restaurant. I had no idea how I got here and couldn't remember the
moments after the blur.
Monica was already at the restaurant waiting for me and we kissed when
we met. The garcon walked us to our tables, sat us down and walked
away. I looked at Monica and I there was something on her mind. Was she
mad at me or something? She looked stunning and I told her so. She
reacted a bit irritated and asked something I never expected. "Alex,
can you please explain to me why you are not wearing a bra today.
Especially when we are at a restaurant like this? Your nipples poking
through your T-shirt," Monica said accusingly. I was somewhat taken
aback as I hadn't expected such an outburst and especially what she was
saying. After regaining my composure I answered without looking
"because I am a guy and guys don't wear bras!"
"Look Alex, we have been over this many times before and I really don't
mind that you want to be a guy..." Monica started saying. I interrupted
harshly, "I don't want to be a guy, I AM a guy," I told her. "Well,
then look at your nipples poking through your T-shirt and tell me those
are guys nipples," Monica said madly trying to keep her voice down.
"Yes, these are gu...," I trailed off when I looked down at my T-shirt.
Through my T-shirt 2 distinctly big nipples were poking through the
fabric of my T-shirt. Rebecca continued "Look Alex, we have been
girlfriends for so long and I support your desire to become a guy, but
you cannot go out in public and have it both ways." "What are you
talking about?"I asked her. "We are boyfriend and girlfriend and we
have moved in together 6 months ago. Why are you implying that I am a
girl, while yesterday I have fucked your brains out," I whispered back
with some irritation in my voice. "Alex, what is wrong with you? Why
are you acting like this. The last time we had sex was 5 days ago and
you certainly didn't fuck my brains out as you don't have the equipment
for it. Since yesterday we are both on the rag, as we now monthly do
simultaneously since we live together," Monica said sounding more
desperate. "On the rag?," I asked in disbelief. "Yes, on the rag. You
know, the sensitive nipples, tummy ache and bleeding cunt."
I started feeling up my nipples and that's when Monica told me to go to
the restrooms. I got on my feet and walked into the direction of the
restrooms. I was about to walk in the men's room when Monica pulled me
away into the ladies room. "What has gotten into you today? We agreed
you would go on it slowly," she said with tears forming in her eyes.
I wanted to reassure her nothing was wrong with me, but stopped mid
sentence. Monica had just stepped away from me clearing my view to the
mirror. When I saw my reflection I didn't recognize my face or body for
that matter. In the mirror I stared at a soft contoured girls face. Her
hair was cut short and gel had made it look peaky. My gaze went down to
the T-shirt I was wearing and my almost nonexistent breasts and nipples
were clearly visible through the fabric of my shirt. My hands were
about to lift my T-shirt to get a full few of my close to breastless
female chest, when Monica stopped me and told not to do that here. When
my gaze moved further down I noticed for the first time that my waist
was narrow and my hips were just a bit less narrow than my waist. I was
wearing an obviously feminine pair of jeans as every curve of my body
was accentuated and the crotch left no doubt that there was nothing
there. Even my shoes were a smaller size than I remember putting on
this morning. They were flat, but unmistakably feminine. From head to
toe I was looking like my fantasy girl. "Oh, no!," I cried out in
panic. "This cannot be true," I exclaimed franticly touching all the
features my body seemed to possess now. "How can this have happened?
This morning I was still a guy and now I am looking like a freaking
chick." I cried. Monica lost it that moment as she thought that I had
become crazy. Suddenly concerned about Monica's emotion, I set my
problems aside for a moment and tried to call down Monica. At that
moment I didn't realize that this should be the other way around, so we
sat down on the floor and calmed down a bit. Sitting on the floor we
hugged and kissed each other and promised that we would work it out
together.
After unlocking our embrace, we got on our feet and Monica told me she
had to pee. I realized that I needed to go too so we went into two
adjacent stalls. I lifted the toilet seat, habit I guess, and slid down
the zipper of my jeans. My hand went into my jeans in search of a penis
to flop out, but to no avail. I quickly realized my mistake and put
down the seat again and dropped my jeans. When I dropped my panties, I
don't recall to have put on panties ever, I looked down to get a view
of the pussy I seemed to have. I didn't see anything but a bush of hair
in my crotch and I really freaked out when I saw all the blood in my
panties. "Aaaaaaaaaah, blood, I am dying," I cried out loud. "No, you
are not," I heard Monica say from the other stall. "You are just on the
rag and since you never felt comfortable wearing tampons, you wear pads
instead. You really should consider wearing tampons next time," she
continued. Under the wall of my stall I saw Monica's hand holding
something. "I noticed you forgot your handbag again, so here is a spare
pad," she said. "Thank you, but what do I do with it. This bloody mess
is so gross, don't dare touch it," I told her.
This took the last of Monica's patience "Don't be such a baby! Take the
dirty pad out of your panties and install the new one," She sneered. I
swallowed any reaction boiling inside me as I was in total panic. In
the last few minutes I had just discovered that my body had just turned
into my own wet dream. I had become a breastless chick and my
girlfriend thinks I am a girl that wants to be a guy. On top of it all
I am also menstruating. What a nice introduction into womanhood. I was
so consumed with the changes and the implications I almost forgot to
pee. After managing to figure out how a girl does that, I wiped my
pussy dry, took out the dirty pad and inserted the pad Monica had
handed to me into my panties. I dropped the dirty pad into the toilet
and flushed. I put on my panties and jeans again and flushed again as
the dirty pad didn't seemed to flush away. And I flushed again and
again.
"What are you doing," Monica asked. "The pad doesn't flush away," I
answered. "You are not supposed to flush those. You must use the
hygiene bags and put it the bin in the corner of the stall," Monica
said annoyed. After washing our hands we returned to the table, only to
pay the bill and go home.
Back home we argued again. I tried to convince Monica I that I was
really a guy this morning. I was stating all the chicks that I had
fucked while in college and about the soccer team in which I was a star
striker at college. Monica was more subtle and just took the feasible
evidence.
* My driver's license: Name Alexis Mossman, Sex: F
* Pictures of my supposed youth in skirts and with ponytails
* Pictures of the girls hockey team at college, with the girl I looked
like now staring in the team shirt and short skirt
* Pictures of us at the beach in several holidays and both of us
wearing skimpy bikinis
* Pictures of the high school prom, with my all puffed up and dressed
in a beautiful dress.
* The intake forms for psyche review before gender reassignment course
from female to male could start.
Reality started to sink in. As far as the world was concerned I am a
born female with transgender tendencies. Monica has always been my best
friend, since we were little girls. She has become my lesbian lover and
is willing to help me become a man.
How am I ever going to prove I am a born male and that we had a
heterosexual relationship? I went to the bathroom and locked myself in.
I undressed completely, except for the panties as I didn't want to look
at the bloody mess in my crotch. I stroked my almost nonexistent
breasts and my sensitive nipples. If it weren't so shocking to find
myself transformed into a girl, I would probably have enjoyed that
feeling. I was hardly done exploring my new body, but got interrupted
when Monica was bouncing on the door asking me what's keeping me. That
night we kept on arguing and trying to convince each other. I knew I
was on the losing end as I couldn't prove my point and Monica had all
the proof there is. Even my passport stated I am a female. I guess a
good night sleep, will do me a lot of good and maybe everything will be
back to normal when I wake up as everything that has happened today has
just been a dream.
When I woke up the next morning my tummy felt like normal again. No
ache or something. But when I explored my body I was really
disappointed to discover that I was still physically a girl. Monica
woke up too and said yawningly "Good morning gorgeous, how are we
feeling today?" I didn't have the heart to start again about being a
guy, so I pretended I was fine. I will just have to figure out what
happened to me and what I can do about it.
After showering I walked to my closet to find some clothes to wear. My
whole closet was stocked with women's clothes and there were not
Monica's! "Wear a bra this time," Monica said standing behind me. I
looked down at my chest and started to feel up my almost nonexistent
breasts. This made my nipples come to instant attention. So I picked up
a white lacy bra and started to fumble to get them on. I was real
clumsy at it, like you see at funny movies sometimes when guys try to
put on a bra. Monica was watching the whole show and decided to step in
and help me out. I was really considering wearing men's briefs, but as
there weren't any around and the fact that women's panties accommodate
pads better, I decided to put on some plain white panties. As I didn't
want to dress up in a feminine fashion, so I picked up clothes that
were as masculine looking as possible. So I picked a business blouse
and some pants. Unfortunately the buttons on the blouse were clearly on
the wrong side to be mistaken for a men's shirt and the fly of my pants
was on the wrong side too. Above that my jeans cut in quite tightly at
my crotch accentuating the fact that could only be used to cover a
woman's crotch. Next we dark socks, fortunately these were just plain
dark socks and some flat business like shoes. It seemed that I still
had my job at an accountants firm. After getting dresses I fixed my
hair. Man, it takes ages to fix this load of hair. It is so much
different from my original thinning hairline. I was glad my hair wasn't
too long. When I was ready I stood in front of the mirror and how hard
I had tried, nobody will see something different than a woman.
At breakfast I tried to give it another shot in convincing Monica that
I am actually a guy and that reality must have changed somehow. The
attempt was futile. She said "Alex, I really don't understand why you
insist on being a natural born guy all over sudden. You have been
taking hormone blockers since early puberty and are still taking them
today to prevent becoming more feminine. I have always supported your
desire to become a man, although we both know that you will never have
a penis, except for one that may slide in and out of you occasionally.
Why don't you just start the procedure to officially become a man? We
still have that contact info of this doctor that can help you. Your
being a pre-op FTM transsexual I can handle, but your persistence on
being a guy until yesterday makes me go crazy. I don't want to hear it
anymore." She stomped of to work.
I had to go to work too and took the bus to the office. Until yesterday
I always enjoyed my bus ride to work. I'd just keep to myself and every
other passenger let me be. Having a chick's body seemed to invite
people to sit next to me and guys to start talking to me and even
trying to get my phone number. Eww.
Arriving at the office I was immediately welcomed by my co-workers. But
this time my female co-workers stared talking to me and invited me to
go to the restroom together with the other chicks. What a weird habit
women seemed to have. Because I didn't want to arise any suspicion I
joined them and experienced the female restroom rituals that men will
never experience and will never understand either. People always say
that men only think about sex. Well, now I know women talk a lot about
sex. These women were talking about sex without any hesitation or
shame. All details were shared and nothing was left out. When it was my
turn I just stated that I was on the rag and nothing happened. They
seemed to accept my story.
Being at the other side of the fence, I now realize how many sexist
jokes are made about women. I just never realized it happened so often.
I also noticed that guys seemed to 'accidentally' bump into me or brush
my ass 'absentmindedly'. These things never happened when I had a guy's
body, ever!
The day at the office was quite uneventful, but I really couldn't
understand nor believe why everybody treated me like a woman as if I
had always been one. Only the accidental walk into the men's restroom
could be called a highlight of the day. After work I decided to get a
cup of coffee at Starbucks before I went home.
I was just sipping my coffee when a guy called "Alex? Alex Mossman? Is
that really you?." I recognized him as Frank Sanders, one of the guys
I'd played soccer with about 5 years ago. "Yeah, it's me. Hi Frank," I
welcomed him, "Care to join me," I asked. "Sure! Long time no see," he
told me. "Look at you! Why are you wearing women's clothes? Is that a
bra shining through your blouse?," he ranted. "Yeah, your eyesight is
still okay. I am wearing a bra and women's clothes because I have a
female body," I said a bit annoyed. "...even down there?," he asked
again. "Yes, small titties and a cunt."
"But you are a guy. You were our star striker of the team! What
happened?," he asked "You would never believe me if I told you," I
said. "Try me," he countered. "Even Monica doesn't believe it, why
should you?," I asked. Frank convinced me he was very open minded and
that was how I knew him to be. He has always been a bit odd, but he was
okay where it counted. So I told him about the events that happened
yesterday and the disastrous dinner with Monica.
"Un-fucking-believable," he said. "Alex, I don't know how you are
coping with this, but I believe you. In fact I know someone you should
meet," he said. I asked him why, but he just told me to trust him and
gave me his address. I agreed to go to his place tonight at 8 pm.
I took the bus home and that experience was quite similar to this
morning's ride. At home Monica had already cooked dinner and she seemed
not mad anymore. I decided not to tell her about Frank and the meet we
would have this evening. As Monica would be out this evening too, I
didn't have any explaining to do of my whereabouts.
At precisely 8 pm I rang Frank's doorbell. He opened the door and
invited me in. The person he wanted me to meet wasn?t there yet. He
offered me a drink and started with some small talk. As he already knew
how I was doing he told me about himself. He had become a sales manager
and was doing quite well for himself. At the moment he wasn?t seeing
anyone. Then he told me about his sister Natacha and that she had been
raped a few years ago. After the rape she had developed a serious case
of agoraphobia, which means that she didn?t dare to set one foot
outside. About a year ago all over sudden something happened and cured
her agoraphobia instantly. Frank was about to tell me how much he
missed the old soccer team we were both part of when the door bell
rung.
Frank answered the door and invited a handsome guy of about 6'2." He
looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn?t put a finger on it. I almost
panicked. Did he set me up? Was I about to get raped? Frank sensed my
fears and quickly reassured me that everything was okay. "Alex, let me
introduce you to the person I wanted you to meet: Natacha, my sister."
I was struck in awe when Frank called the tall handsome guy in front of
me Natacha and referring to him as his sister puzzled me. I had always
thought that what happened to me was unique and couldn't happen to
anyone else. Besides, my memory of the guy came back and I recognized
him as Frank's brother Nat.
Frank saw the disbelief in my eyes and immediately started to explain
things. "Alex, I seem to be the only person to see beyond alternate
realities. While you clearly have a woman's body, you are absolutely
certain that you were a man. I seem to be the only one remembering you
as a man, while your girlfriend doesn't. You remember don't remember me
having a sister, but you recall that I have a brother called Nat. But
Nat really is Natacha. I have explained your case and that is why he
agreed to come, now hear his story, please," he pleaded.
I saw he had a point. Nobody believes me when I tell them I am a guy.
They all see my small titties and lack of a bulge in my pants. So I
agreed to listen to his story. Nat began "Frank told you about me being
his sister and I was his sister. 2 years ago I was walking home after a
party and got raped. I don't want to go into the details of that but it
resulted in agoraphobia. Staying inside the house all the time meant
that the only contact with the outside world was the internet. I really
wanted to solve my problem because I knew I couldn't live like this my
whole life. So I visited sites of self help groups for raped victims
and all kinds of related sites. One day I saw a link that seemed to
call out for me. It said something like 'click here to get rid of your
agoraphobia and you never have to fear anymore'. It was just a link on
the internet, so I figured what's the worst that can happen? The moment
I clicked the link I got a little blackout and when I came back to my
senses again my surroundings had completely changed. Instead of being
in my old apartment I was now in a house that seemed mine. I didn't get
much time to take everything in as the door opened and 2 little kids
started running inside calling at me 'papa, papa, papa...'. I freaked
out and ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. One look in the
mirror confirmed that I was a guy, a dad. My hands ran over my chest,
but it was flat now and then my hands registered a bulge in my crotch,
where there should be nothing. I wanted to scream, but refrained myself
from doing that. I regained my composure and walked back inside the
room. A woman walked inside and looking at the weeding picture on the
wall and the wedding ring on my finger I didn't take long to realize
that I was her husband. The weirdest thing is that everybody calls me
Natacha, even my wife. I went to my brother Frank for help and stepped
outside the house for the first time in a year and I didn't think twice
about it. Frank recognized me and he remembered me being his sister. I
have been contemplating about telling everybody about me being a woman,
but to tell the truth I feel so confident now and I found a great job
which I never would have qualified for as a woman, that I decided that
I can live with the fact that I now have a penis. How did this happen
to you?," he finally asked.
I thought a moment about his whole story and found it hard to believe.
I remembered Nat as a geeky guy and not as a girl. I thought they were
pulling my leg, but when he told me about the internet link, it
triggered me in remembering how it all started to happen to me. "How
are you holding up with that fine woman's body you've now got," Nat
asked. I tried to answer him but the tears started welling in my eyes
and my voice started to tremble "I look like the girl of my dreams. Bit
boyish and small tits. But I don't want to be a girl. I want my man's
body back. I don't want to be expected to wear skirts and bras. I am on
the rag and that's something I never ever wanted nor expected to
experience. I really hope all changes are going to be reversed and if
that doesn't happen soon I will really consider gender reassignment
surgery to become a man once more. I seem to be taking estrogen en
progesterone blockers for years, so I will continue to do that until I
change back or have surgery," I sniffed. Frank and Nat comforted me and
after some more talking I took a cab home. I now knew that my situation
is not unique and I found a starting point in my search to reverse
this. But until the moment I found a solution I had to try and blend in
and act like the world expects from a girl.
A few days later I talked to Monica about my situation again, but with
less drama. I told her about the internet as a probably cause and of
course she didn't believe a word of what I said. I have searching the
internet for months now to locate a link like the one that caused my
problems, but I never found one. All these months I acted like a normal
girl and enjoyed the best lesbian sex I could imagine. I figured, I am
still doing it with a woman and I even have more orgasms than ever.
One day Monica used my computer to search for the address of a new
dentist, when she got to see a link she had to click on. It said 'click
here if you are sick and tired of hearing your girlfriend complain that
she is actually a man. Let's just see what men are made of'. Not
remembering what I had told her months ago Monica clicked the link and
a short blackout occurred.
I was watching television when a loud cry came from the other room.
"Alex, come here quickly. Something happened to me." With some
difficulty I stood up from the couch and waddled to the other room. I
started to ask "What is it Monica...," when I noticed Monica in clothes
that we much to small. "Monica, are you wearing a bra and falsies? Are
you turning transvestite on me?," I asked. "No, I just turned into a
man. I have been a woman all my life and now my boobs are gone and I
have a bulge in my panties," Monica exclaimed.
I reacted in anger and disbelief "O, no you don't do that to me.
Month's ago I got turned into a chick and you wouldn't believe me.
Instead you fucked my brains out and when I got pregnant of you I even
had to abandon the hormone blockers that kept my body from becoming
feminine. Look at me now! My hips filled out, I got a bun in the oven,
my boobs are lactating thanks to you. Next month I am supposed to
deliver your baby and now you are turning fag on me?," I cried.
"No, I still love you and your body, but you have to believe me. I
really am a woman, I have always been one," Monica started crying as
well and ran to the bathroom to strip all his clothes. Another wail of
cry came from the bathroom. I didn't understand and couldn't believe
that the man who got me knocked up 8 months ago now claims to be a
woman who got turned into a man minutes ago. This time I was the one to
look for photo albums. In all of them Monica was a guy. He has even
been a quarterback. But one picture struck me as odd. It showed Monica
as a quarterback, but I was on it too as a cheerleader. It struck me as
impossible because I was a guy at that age. What a weird situation. We
both claim to be of the other sex and neither of us believes the other.
At my wits end I told Monica about Natacha, Frank's brother who claims
to have been a woman once. And that Frank knows that to be the truth. I
proposed Monica to call Frank and ask him to come over. Frank didn't
answer his phone, so we got voicemail and asked him to call back.
Monica got dressed in his masculine clothes, but continued sobbing over
the loss of his femininity. He kept his hands going over his body. Over
his flat chest as if he tried to pull boobs back out. Over the bulge in
his crotch, willing it away. Monica had to pee and went to the toilet.
It took ages before Monica returned. It must have been taken 30 minutes
before he came back with tears in his eyes "I didn't know how to work
this thing," he said pointing to his crotch. I wanted to tell him to
get a grip, but that was the moment Frank called.
I told him the story of Monica's supposed change and asked him to go
see us. He agreed and would be here after work, 3 hours from now.
While we were waiting I was going on the internet to search for some
more information about pregnancy. As a previous guy didn't know the
first thing about pregnancies, but I had a baby in my tummy, that would
be coming out of my pussy in less than a month. I needed to be prepared
and needed as much info as I could. Then I stumbled on a link that
stated something like "are you about to have a baby and your man is
getting cold feet? Clicking this link will help." I clicked the link
and my view became a bit woozy for a moment. I blinked with my eyes and
was disappointed to get a 404 Page not found message on the screen.
A few hours later the doorbell rang. It was Frank and we welcomed him
in. He told us, "Sorry I wasn't able to get here sooner. I can see the
emergency and panic all this must have caused." Monica and I looked a
bit puzzled at him, while he continued "Alex, buddy, I cannot imagine
what it is like for you becoming 8 months pregnant all over sudden,
while 9 months ago you were still a guy. And Monica, I have always
known you as a proud and one of the prettiest women I have ever known.
Turning into a guy al over sudden must have been quite a shock for you.
I am glad you called me to clarify things."
Puzzled and bewildered I said,"Frank, what on earth are you talking
about? We honestly don't know what you are talking about. Yes, I have
had trouble conceiving because Monica had a low sperm count, but as you
can see I am 1 month away from labor. Me being a guy and Monica being a
girl is a real crazy idea. Where did you come up with that? We'd just
called you to become our best man at our wedding."
"Well, if it all worked out like this, I wish you well delivering the
baby and I would be honored to be the best man at your wedding. Monica,
you are a fine man and I hope you take good care of Alex, the mother of
your child."
END.
Trisha
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