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Back in my room after dinner I could hardly stay awake. Deanna had been
in my room cleaning up the aftermath of my transformation. It was just
my old hair and dead skin flakes I hadn't realized I had shed.
"Hey sweetie, you ready for a haircut?"
I nodded and she pulled a stool from next to the exam table over to the
full length mirror. I hopped up on it, and was glad that in the last 14
years since I was last eight years old that bangs for long-haired girls
had gone out of fashion. Losing the hair that covered my tush would be
fine, but I was glad that I wouldn't have to cut the front of my hair.
As Deanna worked, I felt my eyes getting heavy. "Stay with me, Sweetie,"
she said a couple of times. When she finished trimming the back of my
hair to an inch or two above my waistline, and then brushed out my hair,
she had me stand up and look at myself in the mirror. I nodded a sleepy
approval, and then Debbie lead me over to my bed.
"You've had a long day, Miss. Just rest and we'll get you showered up in
the morning after Dr. Sandstrom visits you. Okay?"
I nodded agreement and climbed under the covers. I felt my head hit the
pillow and that's the last thing of consciousness I remember for that
evening.
Never before that night, or any night thereafter, have I dreamed like
that. I replayed the whole transformation process in my head, but
probably something closer to the actual speed at which it occurred.
I remembered so much more detail in my sleep. At real speed, the moments
when I first watched the changes begin with David's hair falling out and
mine blond hair growing in, were actually scarier and more exciting than
I realized at the time. Watching it happen slower, I realized that those
moments I was mesmerized by the hair and eye changes, I had missed other
changes. My feet had started their change then, and I had looked down at
my body to see the missing hair everywhere but failed to notice the
changes in my toes and feet. Also fading then were little moles/beauty
marks/freckles David had on his skin, mostly on his forearms.
As I had turned to make my way to the full length mirror and stumbled, I
had looked down to finally notice that my feet had begun to change, but I
missed all the thoughts that were blazing through my head at that moment:
"I want this, I want this, I want this..." But there was a strong feeling
of terror underneath those words, running up and down my spine along with
the tingling pain of the changes beginning.
Now I saw in my dream that it wasn't just the pain in my feet that made
me fall to my knees, but also there had been a brief flash of pain in my
knees as something shifted and pulled within them for a moment. I
probably could have withstood and stood through the changes in my feet,
but it was my knees and the beginning changes in my leg muscles that
brought me to the floor.
When I had seen my fingers start to change, I hadn't noticed the fringe
of blond hair that was starting to drop in my peripheral. I hadn't felt
the exquisiteness of the pain that came as my feet shrank and missed how
each moment of it meant that I was closer to happiness. I remember being
fascinated by the fingers starting their change, but at that moment I had
missed that there were small moments where I forgot who I was and what
was happening, but they were small moments even in "real-time". Those
moments added to both the excitement and fear of what was happening.
Reliving the moments of pain in real-time when my organs began to
rearrange themselves was horrible. David had gall bladder problems once,
and the pain was just like that except it was throughout my entire torso.
I my dreams I lay there on my side, barely able to keep my eyes open for
what seemed like an hour, only looking occasionally at my hairless body
as things underneath my skin were visibly moving. They moved slowly, but
I could see them because my fat reserves were gone. My legs were
tingling as muscle was eaten away.
When I felt the pull in my groin and rolled onto my back, there was
definitely terror in me. Looking down at the emaciated body, yes I was
excited at watching my genitalia being pulled in. But as I watched it
happen, what raced through my head and made me shudder was the thought
"this is it, this is it, this is it, no turning back, no turning back."
The slow progress of my body's change was made more amazing by what I had
missed during those moments. As I watched my male parts recede, I had
missed that either my hips slightly widened or my thigh muscles decreased
greatly in size, but the space where my receding parts were seemed to get
wider. I knew then that I had to get back up and watch all this in the
mirror. My feet didn't look at all like mine, and they had gone from
David's size ten to what I can only guess to be a size 5 and shrinking as
I watched.
Getting back on my hands and knees took more effort that I had realized.
My arms and legs were shorter, and at those moments there were too small
for the body they were supporting. The pain in my torso was far more
bearable, but the tugging sensation was still going on up into my body.
I was panting "yes, yes, yes, yes" and my voice sounded a bit higher.
That's when the head pain hit. During the transformation process, I was
cognizant of losing complete touch with myself during these moments. But
with the sped up perception of time, I missed how panicked I had become.
I really thought the pains in my head were incredible that only aliens
could cause them, because I momentarily thought I was David and that I
was back in my bedroom in Babylon and aliens were trying to make me look
like them. I felt my brow slowly pushing back into my skull, and
something was pinching my nose to a less formidable stance on my face.
But the feeling and agony of my skull shaping and resizing was surreal.
That's when I lost all track of who I was and what was happening.
I am so thankful that moment seemed to pass quickly during the actual
transformation, because in my dream it was horrible. I was still on my
hands and knees, looking at a floor I didn't recognize, pain ripping all
these different parts of my body, looking underneath myself, I saw a
body that neither seemed male or female, adult or child. I took one
hand, which was painful to do as the muscles were all tense, and reached
down to my crotch to see if I was male or female but found nothing there
but smooth skin. I felt my other arm start to give way, so I put my
searching hand back in place. I knew, or I thought I knew, I was human,
but even my grimaces sounded ambiguous. I began to doubt my humanity,
and became confused. There were no memories. I was here on this floor,
and other than blond hair definitely hanging in my view, there was
nothing to tell me what I was. I began to breath rapidly as my chest
felt constricted and true fear rose in me. Why did I hurt? Am I being
born? Am I being created? My jaw actually popped out of alignment for a
moment as my head compressed and the jaw was behind. As it unhinged, I
felt the psychological terror of becoming mentally unhinged. My world
was this neutral carpeting that I could see, and pain. It was then that
I realized that I knew what carpeting was, and that I knew what parts of
the body were. My jaw and the skin on my face pulled in tighter and
that's when it all started to come back to me. I was becoming, I was
being born, but not in the normal way.
The major pains subsided to somewhat tolerable, and I was able, with
slow, great, effort, to stand after multiple failed attempts. I could
still feel my head swimming and changing. Seeing myself in the mirror
was horrifying for a moment, and then strangely comforting. My mouth was
open, making little cries that were subtly changing pitch. I could see
new, straight teeth in there. My face was probably fifty percent David
and fifty percent me at that point. I was excited, truly, but my torso
was so odd. My arms had shrunk, and they were sitting in shoulders and
rib cage that were too big, but my hips and stomach had decreased in size
so much that it looked like there was a balloon inside my chest. As the
chest began to slowly deflate, that's when I felt the groin tugging
again, and watched the folds of skin begin to form there. I was elated,
but still scared. There really was no going back now and that made me
cry. This was real, and my cries reminded me of a woman's and not a
man's at all.
The realization that I was shorter came from the lines on the side of the
mirror. When I saw that I was 5ft tall, I was exhilarated. I had missed
the height change completely, and that thrill momentarily wiped away the
terror. As I stepped back and watched myself in the mirror, the hair
grew slowly, and the continuing feminization of my features had been odd
to watch. My ribcage still looked puffed out, and felt odd sensations
underneath the pain as my female reproductive organs continued to settle
in. I loved watching the elements of David disappear; it was like I was
watching a nature show about the transformation of a caterpillar to a
butterfly.??My eyes were not yet blue, but some odd shade of blue-green
which I wished I could keep.??My lips were a bit puffier, my nose far
more petite, my forehead and face shape far more feminine.??Watching this
all in my dreams was more breathtaking, as it happened so slowly.??Every
time I looked away from something for a minute, I could see the subtle
differences when I looked back.
I stepped forward check my height again, after what seemed like an
eternity of subtle, slow changes and saw that I was 4ft 8in.??I felt my
terror return.??I was a child again, and that scared me.??What had I
done???Why had I given up being an adult???I would have no freedoms.???I
put up a hand to push some hair behind my shoulder, and when I saw it I
put it out in front of me and then reached out the mirror which I
couldn't touch from there.??My hand was so fragile, so pure, so
vulnerable and that I began to cry and hyperventilate.??My cries sounded
like that of a small boy lost and separate from his parents.??I just felt
my still seemingly too large chest heaving when I heard Dr. Sandstrom's
voice, at normal speed in my dream, say "Say your new name.??Repeat it
over and over again.??Say your new name.??Repeat it over and over again."
I realized there was a tiny speaker over the one-way mirror and that's
where he was probably watching.??
I couldn't remember my name, and there was pain inside my head again.
There was so much muddled in my head, and there was pressure on my skull
again.??I struggled through my names and who wanted what name, and it was
so confusing until I focused on my new name and began repeating it.??I
closed my blue green eyes, and slowly I repeated and repeated my name
which I realized was more like one hundred times as my voice slowly
changed.??The shrinking size of my chest, shoulders and neck was
blissful, but painful.??The bliss came along with the corresponding
changes in my voice.??Sounding like a little boy was one thing, but the
sound of little girl's voice at my command was some kind of final sign to
me.??I could hardly contain myself.
Opening my eyes and seeing I was 4ft 4in was so satisfying.??Seeing
myself at that height would have been orgasmic if I were capable of
having one.??My face had finally settled, my hair was way down my back
and my body was done reshaping.???If the process had stopped there, I
would have been happy.??I loved my face now, I loved my new little body,
and I couldn't wait to dress up.??My laughter and voice were amazing to
me.???
That's when I was woken from my dream by a hand on my shoulder, "Allison?
Allison???Sweetie???It's 7:00am, time to get up."??I recognized Debbie's
voice, and she stood over me smiling.
"Has it been that long alrea-"??I stopped at the sound of my voice and
giggled.??
"Yes, dear, it has.??Let's get you showered and dressed."
Dani
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