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Breastless ©2011 by Jennifer Morrell. Feel free to repost my story, but acknowledge me as the original author. 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.