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A Man's Place is as a Woman!
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Another thing I began to do was to create a more public profile for
myself and my new identity. Besides getting a new student ID and work
badge, I had also created a new Facebook page as Bethany McCallister,
complete with pics and a new bio.
(I had to close my old FB site down because it was overwhelmed with
snarky hate mail and messages on my wall.)
My cell phone had been blowing up with test messages and voice mails,
most of them hateful and disgusting. I was way overdue for a new one,
and made a note to ask my mom about helping me with this, since I'm on
her account. Another thing I could do was change my identity on my
driver's license, and maybe even get a credit card in my new name. The
credit card would be easy, but not the license. They would probably want
something to document my changes. Maybe Ms. Jennifer could help me with
that.
After writing and saying my new last name on these different forms, it
got me thinking as to why Jennifer changed my last name, too. I mean,
it's not like I'm going to have children to pass my family name along
to, but why did she think a last name change was so important?
By Now I could not stall the doctor any longer from wanting to examine
me to verify my gender. I was told to report to Rhodes Hall tomorrow at
9am sharp, or risk being put on academic suspension. Panicked, I talked
to Jennifer about what I should do, convinced that this doctor was going
to declare me a male and force me to continue to be something I no
longer allowed myself to be.
For her part, Jennifer had a couple of suggestions. One was for me to
wear one of her Victoria's Secret pushup bras. And the other was too
shave any hair off of my testicles and apply an ashen blush to them that
she had kept around from last year's Halloween.
While I wasn't sure what she was getting at with these ideas, I went
along with them because I didn't know what else to do. By now I was used
to shaving my pits and legs, but shaving testicles is not for the faint
of heart!
That next morning as I was getting dressed and squeezing into her tight
push up bra, she spontaneously splashed a little bit of milk from her
cereal onto the pads of that bra. "What in the hell?", I thought. Then
she giggled for some odd reason and left me to finish up. Just what
exactly was she trying to do?
I was crazy nervous entering Rhodes Hall and waiting my turn in the
lobby to see Dr. Weech. I was so hoping for a female doctor, thinking
that she might be nicer to me. But nope, instead it was a distinguished
looking man in his late 40s with pepper shaded hair and a wide smile.
While he looked kind of hot, having a man inspect me was probably
certain doom. Soon I had sweaty palms and was squirming in my seat.
"Ms. McCallister, I presume? I'm Alex Weech, nice to meet you." After I
greeted him with a dainty handshake, he began to ask me questions,
especially about my childhood activities and my family. Dr. Weech had
heard about me around campus and said that he was "sorry for how things
went down". Soon enough it was time for me to disrobe, and I was shaking
and scared to death. Dr. Alex put his hand on my shoulder and said to
me, "don't worry about it Beth, I'll be respectful and just need to take
a quick look." He must've been a doctor for a while and had learned to
avoid doing his own notes because he tape recorded his dictation so it
could be typed out later. I could hear everything he was saying as he
examined me from top to bottom.
"John, a healthy young 20 year old white male, who has been dressing as
a woman at school and taking on a new identity, calling himself Beth."
He then stopped recording and began to inspect and press upon on my
breasts. This felt super awkward to me but also kind of um, different.
"By the looks of the breast tissue, there is a small amount of budding
going on, most likely a result of male to female hormones. The bra cup
is slightly moist, which could be a sign of discharge. Secondary sex
characteristics of a female are evident to a light degree." My eyes got
HUGE when he said there was evidence of breast growth? From hormones?
Excuse me??
Next Dr. Weech wanted to look at my groin, specifically at my penis and
balls. Reluctantly I slid down my panties and exposed myself to him. As
he looked at my penis I could tell he was surprised. He was the second
person in the last few months to say something like this to me, "um, Ms.
McCallister, does your penis function for sexual activity?"
At this question I turned beet red and wanted to run away and hide. "No
doctor, there hasn't been any ejaculations or wet dreams for some time
now." After staring at my dick for what seemed like ages, he then took
at look at my testicles, and didn't hide his wince very well. This was
totally humiliating, and his comments into the microphone didn't help.
"The patient's penis is under developed, most likely at Tanner stage 3.
There is evidence of atrophied and undersized testicles as well. Patient
reports being unable to achieve erection and/or orgasm in the last
several weeks. While male sex organs are clearly present, they in fact
do not appear to be operational. Any sperm that may be collected from
the testicles would be unlikely to be viable for reproduction."
Now I was mortified!! What exactly did he mean that I could no longer
function as a male? I've done NOTHING to change my functioning, no
hormones, no shots, nothing to make me STERILE!!!! I began to softly
whimper, feeling violated and shamed beyond belief. This was Horrible!
Just then the "good" doctor asked me to let him inspect my anus to
assess my prostate gland. At this point there wasn't much reason to care
anymore, so I let him don a glove and slide his finger up into me,
asking me to cough a couple of times as he did so.
"Patient's prostate, while expected to be the size of a walnut, is
barely palpable. Another sex organ that is under developed and
practically non-functioning."
After taking off his glove and washing his hands, Dr. Weech offered me
some tissues, which I gladly took. He then said something about putting
my clothes back on and that he would be back in 10 minutes.
I collected myself, got dressed and checked my face in the mirror. I was
starting to feel okay again, though shamed and also angry that somehow I
was being given hormones! THIS must be what those "Vitamins" have been
that Ms. Jennifer has been so happy to have me swallow twice a day!!
Just as I was thinking of how to confront Jenn, Dr, Weech came back in.
"Beth, as you know it is my job to determine your gender. Yours is a
difficult case. You have the beginnings of female characteristics and
the remnants of male ones as well. Because you have a penis and
testicles, you are categorically a male. But if I looked at you again in
ten months at the rate your feminization is going. Well then things
might be different. Beth, how long have you been transitioning to
becoming a female?"
What in the World am I supposed to say to Dr. Weech? I knew I was living
as a woman, but I had NO IDEA that I was "transitioning".
But what could I say? If I disagreed about becoming a woman, he would
tell everyone I was a man and then this whole life as a woman would come
to a screeching halt! I had to say something. "Well, um, er, I have been
working on this for months now."
"Are you in the care of a doctor, Beth? Someone with experience in male
to female transsexualism? Someone who can refer you to a therapist and a
surgeon for gender reassignment surgery when the time is right?" When he
said this I had nowhere to hide, and I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't EVEN wanna know where you got a hold of that Estrogen. Probably
an Androgen blocker as well to stop the production of testosterone. Your
body is changing and pretty fast. I'm worried about future osteoporosis
and impaired liver function as well." After a long pause while it was
clear he was lost in thought, he finally spoke up.
"Beth, do you want to become a full-fledged woman? Are you willing to
do this right and follow my orders? If not, then I have no choice but to
say that you are a male. But if you agree to my terms, then I will
categorize you as in transition to female, and delay my final judgment
for ten months. In the meantime I will categorize you as a transsexual,
and you will be allowed to continue to live and work as Beth. Being a
full time woman, after all, will be part of your therapy. The University
will, for all intents and purposes, see you as a female and list you as
one in your profile. But it wouldn't be official until Dr. Gensler
completes his report in just under a year's time.
Then, if he agrees that you are now physically a woman, then I will
agree with him and categorize you as a member of the female gender. But
of course, none of this will happen it you don't want it to.
Again Beth, think about this carefully. Do You Want to Become a Woman?
Part 15
When I got home from seeing the doctor, I was upset and wanted to bark
at Ms. Jennifer in the meanest way. But I knew I Had to be careful, and
I was grateful to her for so many things. But why did she deceive me? I
am Her Friend, Not someone she can just play around with!! This is my
life and my gender we are talking about here! Not much else is a serious
or as more important to my identity.
As I lay there with so many conflicted thoughts, I fell asleep on the
couch for a few minutes. Only to be awakened later by the sound of her
heels coming up the stairs. "Hi Bethany. How'd it go with the doctor
today?" I had decided to give her the silent treatment. I shot her a
nasty look, then ran upstairs and closed and locked my bedroom door,
sliding my head under the pillow, hoping she would just go away. I was
feeling like my "friend" had betrayed me.
Then she spoke up through the door, nearly barking at me. "Remember Beth
that tonight I'm having friends over and you agreed to cook that
eggplant parmesan recipe I showed you. They're going to be here in an
hour and a half, so you ought to hop to it!"
All I wanted to do was scream at her and throw the ingredients right in
her face. Some nerve she has after what she's been doing to me! But by
now I had some time to reflect, and realized just what power she had
over me and how lightly I needed to tread. But regardless I was Hurt,
and that was Not going to go away. Tonight we would talk when she tries
to give me those "vitamins" again.
I cleaned up my face and changed into a tan jumper with a red cotton top
and Keds, and went down to make her special meal. Cooking does relax me,
and I helped myself to some of that special Chianti she bought for her
guests as well. And that was really helping me relax.
As her guests came and I welcomed them in and got them drinks, Beth
whispered to me about my outfit. "A jumper Beth? Really? Wouldn't a
cocktail dress have been a little more appropriate?" I just smiled,
knowing that I was dressing how I wanted to and irking her just for
spite. (The thought went through my head, 'this is how girls get back at
each other').
Her guests all loved my eggplant parmesan with cooked baby carrots and
ciabatta bread, lapping it up and enjoying their home cooked meal. Of
course they all loved my chocolate mousse as well. And I admittedly
enjoyed the attention and all of the kudos I was getting. And of course
I acted very demurely while I served them, deferring to Ms. Jennifer any
serious business talk that was thrown in my direction. I did whatever I
could to be the sweet little maid that Ms. Jennifer wanted me to be.
While I had to admit it was kind of fun, my hazel eyes were hiding a
great big wound my "best friend" had inflicted.
It didn't help matters that I was not permitted to eat with our guests,
but instead had to eat my meals in the kitchen in between running to
refill their wine glasses and retrieve dinner plates and set up for
dessert. And what I was allowed to eat was controlled too, as part of
that diet I was on since that trip to Macy's months ago. Jennifer made
sure I ate smaller portions of healthier choices, which usually
contained a lot of soy products, grains, fruits and vegetables, and
almost no carbs like bread. If I wanted to snack between meals, I was
allowed to eat some pine nuts or maybe salted quinoa. I used to be such
a meat eater, but now I had to get my protein from beans, fish or egg
beaters. From my perspective I was happy to have lost weight but meal
times were sort of tedious.
Now I was down to 148 pounds. It seemed weird to me, though, because I
could swear that my hips and butt are bigger than they ever were. Of
course now it dawned on me that Ms. Jennifer may be the reason for that
as well.
Anyway, After all of the guests left and I finished cleaning up, it felt
so good to just lay on the couch for a while. Jenn spotted me relaxing
and came over to hug me and thank me for being the "perfect hostess"
tonight. It was then that I decided to speak some truth to her. "Yes,
I'm turning into your little girl, aren't I?" Tears welled up and ran
down my cheeks as I said to her, "why have you been giving me hormones,
Jenn? WHY??
WHY?"
Jennifer was clearly taken aback by my comments, stood up and started to
pretend that she didn't know what I was talking about. But her face
told me that she knew Exactly what I was talking about. She started to
let out a "whatever gave you that idea?" but I interrupted her and said
that "Dr. Weech could see what was happening to my body today. I am
growing breasts and my penis and balls are shriveling up. And I DIDN'T
EVEN KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING!! A Doctor had to see it and show me how
pathetic my manhood was becoming. It was awful.
WHY HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS TO ME??"
At that point I couldn't stay in the same room, and ran to my bedroom
and shut the door. And I locked it. Again. There would be no hormones
for me tonight. No Way. I realized how immature I was being, like some
kind of bitter teenager. But I didn't care, I needed to hurt her back
somehow and didn't know what else to do. After she stopped knocking and
trying to get me to talk, I fell asleep again, not even taking my jumper
off or cleansing my face.
Somewhere around 1:30am, I got up when I had to go and pee. After I was
done and was shaking off my penis, I decided to start touching it,
rubbing it, and thinking about James back in my geometry class when I
was in junior high. I imagined him smiling at me, and holding me and
starting to touch me all over. As we kissed, I could see his crotch
getting bigger, feel his penis rub up against me as we began to hold
each other and he forced himself down on top of me. I could feel myself
submitting to him, putting up only mild resistance only to make him work
harder to come and get me. He began to whisper, "I want you so bad,
baby". I bit my lip and began to smile, holding him tightly against me
and sensing his body language, his desire to penetrate me with his
throbbing member. Whenever I would have these fantasies or dreams, even
though it was impossibility at this point, I imagined James sliding his
penis into my vagina. Oh my Lord it felt so good, having him inside of
me while I was so wet and shaking with excitement. He was riding me
hard, showing me who's the boss.
All of this talk and imagery, along with gentle rhythmic rubbing and
stroking, would usually get me as hard as I could get. A month or so
ago, though it took some work, I would eventually climax and cum into
the toilet or into a sock or in some panties. But this morning, after
several weeks of hormones and months of living as a woman, all I could
feel from all of this fantasy was a bit of a dull ache in my balls. My
penis was doing next to nothing. It was actually starting to hurt me a
little bit. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but for a boy who
could always count on being able to get pleasure from touching himself,
this was a truly shocking moment. Shocking, even terrifying!
For all intents and purposes, I was insidiously becoming a eunuch.
There I was, at around 2am, wondering what exactly I was going to do
now. Up until this point this whole "Beth" thing was kind of a fun game,
a Really Fun game, actually. But now I could see that fun time was over,
and there was no turning back now. Earlier, under pressure, I had told
Dr. Weech that I would make an appointment to see Dr. Gensler and
progress through the transition to becoming a woman. Is that what I
really wanted? I didn't sleep the rest of the night as I contemplated my
response to Ms. Jennifer's treachery. And my future as well.
End of part 15
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