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I don't get out enough, not to see friends anyway. I live in a New England
city other than Boston, in fact it happens to not be in Massachusetts. It's
large enough that it has public transportation, which is helpful since I
never got a license. Most of my friends don't have their licenses either. I
guess that's why we hang out so rarely. It's the beginning of July, I'm on
vacation from college. I haven't seen this circle of friends since winter
break. We go out drinking only two of my friends have shown up, luckily one
of them is one of the few who has a car. As for me and my other friend, our
luck runs out when he decides to ditch us in the middle of our bar hopping
spree.
Me and my friend Derek found an Irish pub, I don't remember the name but I
do remember that near the name the words, "A drink predates a story," was
written. Me and my friend were starting to feel the effects of alcohol from
the bars we had previously visited. My friend is really timid, he doesn't
really talk to women. I may not have much better luck but at least I try.
In fact I tried talking to a woman at that bar, she gave me her number. She
had a friend too, I tried to get Derek to talk with her but he wouldn't. He
only seems to be able to meet women through the internet.
"Why don't you talk to women in person?" I ask him after we lost track of
the two women I had been talking with.
"I get flustered around women, and I'm not very good at meeting new
people," he admits. I just roll my eyes.
I went back to my parents house where I was staying during my vacation.
They kept out of my business most of the time and were often out. For
better or worse, because I often find myself isolated, especially without a
car.
I try calling this girl a few times in the following days but it's always
busy. I can't text her either. It must be a fake number. This always
happens. I guess you can consider me bitter, or cynical but I don't really
trust women. I've been friend zoned and rejected a lot and I'm sick of it.
Sometimes when I'm bored I go online and troll people. I've never had any
luck with dating sites, Derek actually says the few women he's met have
been through dating sites but that once he meets them in person he becomes
reserved and feels like he's disappointing to them.
He's a loser, only losers who can't talk to women in real life use dating
sites. It's pathetic. I'm searching the internet and find a site that's
supposed to help couples meet, it advertized a matching system and the
start of a new life. I felt like trolling one of these sites so I decided
to make an account. The idea came to me that I should make an account of a
sexy seductive woman to tease and taunt the losers who use that site.
Little did I know that the application process was going to be as long as
it was but I managed to finish it.
It started out simply enough, birth date and user name. I used my real
birth date July 9th. It just so happened to be my birthday when I made the
account. I don't really do birthdays though. The next page asked me tons of
questions, first it asked me my sex, I put female. When it went into body
type it got really specific. Much more than I expected. It was asking for
measurements, of the bust, hips and waist, along with cupsize. It asked for
body type, height and weight. It asked for eye and hair color, when it
asked for ethnicity it specifically wanted percentages based on heritage.
If someone wanted to make a true account on this site they'd have to do a
hell of a lot of research. The next page went into education, occupation,
hometown and zipcode. It was a lot simpler. Finally you had the bio page
for the profile. Tell us a little bit about yourself.
I suppose you're wondering what I put down for physical traits though, not
everything ended up on my profile so I don't remember everything I wrote
since I only saw it once while I was making it up. And I wasn't quite sure
what I was doing either I was sort of doing things on the fly, if I had
known the effects that this would have on me later then I probably would
have been a little more thoughtful, I mean... I probably wouldn't have made
an account their at all! On the other hand the way things turned out maybe
I would have.
Back to my point, I put 36 for bust, 28 for waist and 40 for hips. So my
hips turned out to be a bet wider then the rest of my body. And I only put
a B for my cupsize. They turned out nice enough though. For hair color I
put dark brown, for eye color pale green. It wasn't that different from my
original colorization. I matched my heritage with my my own as well. I
think this went into my facial features and bone structures since I kind of
can see a resemblance to my previous self and my family members in my new
form.
I used a lot of my same educational history, I used the same town I
currently lived in. Who knows what would have happened if I used another
city, or another ethnicity. I suppose that could have been very
interesting. I played around with some things that might have made for a
different me. I considered changing my occupation to something more
interesting, but I only made two major changes. One plus was that I added
that I could drive and owned a car. One thing that I might have regretted
but for some reason hasn't bothered me much... I switched my dietary habits
to vegan. I don't know why I kept that or made that switch. It seemed like
a funny idea at the time.
I finally completed their application process. At the bottom of the screen
right above the "finished" button. I had to agree to the terms of use. Once
I checked that box and clicked the "finished" button I saw a new window. It
said, "Happy Birthday Aaron, you will be able to access your account once
it has been confirmed," I remember being shocked that it knew my name. I
suppose it would have known my birthday from the date, but knowing my name
was too creepy. Immediately turned off my browser, I shut down my computer
and decided to watch some television instead of using the internet for a
little while.
After a while I'm watching a documentary on sea-life, I guess my
transformation would start while I'm learning about the anemone-fish. First
I started to feel a tingling, like my body was falling asleep. And that
tingling turned into full blown numbness. I didn't feel the transformation,
which was probably a blessing because I could hear the bones cracking and
snapping into place. The only feeling that seeped through was a
nauseousness. I couldn't move at all so I didn't see how everything was
shiftng. I thought it all was some sort of sleep paralysis enduced
nightmare. Especially since I felt light headed and dizzy, it was kind of
like being drunk. The only thing I noticed of the transformation was that
my hair grew, more specifically my bangs. Eventually I began to regain
feeling and everything felt off and a little bit sore too, and like I was
going to puke. I got up and my balance was off, I tripped and I could feel
my body jiggling in strange ways. My chest and butt. I fell and braced
myself, my now mostly hairless arm cushioning my fall. I could see my hand
which had once been square shaped was a bit more oval shaped and less
rough. My skin was softer. I could tell that my chest was different. I
reached and was confused to find breasts, I felt them through my t-shirt. I
was going to puke I ran to the bathroom, I only caught the quickest glance
of myself in the mirror, but it wasn't the self I was used to. My hair was
long, my face was shaped differently although my nose still seemed to have
it's original shape even if it was a bit smaller. And my eyes and hair were
the same color. I was wearing the same lose gray t-shirt and now ill
fitting jeans, it wasn't easy to make out my figure in my lose clothing but
I could see plenty of evidence of the change that had happened.
I had other business to deal with. My stomach wanted to purge itself for
whatever reason. I began to throw up anything and everything I had eaten in
the past few hours. Also I had to shit, it was horrible. Both ends wanted
to evacuate everything that they possessed. I didn't want to see what was
between my legs at that moment and I was distracted enough to ignore it.
But there was definitely something missing. My body purged itself for at
least a half hour.
I drank water to get the taste of bile and stomach contents out of my
mouth. My body threw it up within two minutes of it settling. I didn't want
to explore my body, I didn't want to think about the changes. I was tired
and I was still feeling sick. I grabbed a bucket and went to bed. I didn't
throw up anymore that night.
Next morning I woke up. A foul taste in my mouth. I hoped it had all been a
dream but that kind of violent physical reaction, I knew it couldn't have
been. And on top of that ten seconds of exploration with my completely new
hands over my completely new body disposed of all my doubts. I was female
now, and the transformation had not been fun.
I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what this could mean. Who was I
now? What had happened to my identity, my room looked practically the same.
I decided to investigate further. I went through my clothing. I knew more
than my looks had changed lat night when I spotted a pair of panties next
to a bra on the floor in the place a pair of boxers have been. It was
almost a relief, if everyone else knew me as this girl it would save me a
lot of futile explaining. had the same number of pants and shirts, and each
pair and clothing item looked similar at a glance, but they were definitely
a different cut meant to match my new body.
I decide I should wear some cleaner clothing than what I have on now. I'm
feeling pretty gross actually. I go to the bathroom with some clean cloths.
I can see my now female face in the mirror. I make an angry face at it, and
I only manage to look adorable. I take off the gray shirt I was wearing
last night, I'm not wearing a bra and I can see my smallish boobs hanging
from my chest. Given that my bone structure is meeker than it was they
actually fit snugly on my chest. I scowl and shake my head, "You're ugly."
it's something I actually say often to the mirror. I was never an
attractive male and maybe I'm not much more attractive as a female... yet
it just doesn't seem justified. I'm mostly just angry at the inconvenience.
At the same time, nothing seems to be that different.
I take a quick shower and change into a black long sleeve shirt and some
gray jeans. I have the proper women's underwear, it's weird how my clothes
simply mirror what I had. And for every pair of boxers I had I have a pair
of panties with the same design and a matching bra. I guess they decided to
keep things simple. None of my clothing looked exciting or girly, nothing
low cut, no skirts or dresses. I put on a black long sleeve shirt and other
then the cut to fit my body it's just like the black long-sleeve shirt I
owned as a man. The familiarity in my clothes makes me feel more at ease
though. Then I'm broken from my mood when I think about what I've lost. I
had a life, it was more than just my dick. Who am I now and how am I
expected to adjust to this new reality.
It occurs to me though, there might be an easy way to reverse this. I went
online typed in the URL for the site, I was worried it wouldn't come up but
it did! I decided I'd make another account, I couldn't be bothered to make
a fake e-mail this time. So when it asked me for my e-mail I just typed in
my real one. Then it occurred to me, it had never asked for my e-mail last
night. I ignored it and continued on the survey. But when I clicked the
next button I could tell that the survey was a lot shorter than it had been
before. It had nothing about heritage, it just asked for ethnicity. It
didn't ask for exact measurements, just for body type. I new that it was
the same site but everything was different. I decided to sign in with the
account I made last night. I had one message in my inbox. It was from
titled to be from someone named Andrea but the picture was the logo for the
site.
"Congratulations Arielle!
You made your account on your birthday so you get a special surprise. You
should keep in mind though, that a lot has been reset concerning you. It
might feel overwhelming, but you're kind of an open book at this point.
Sorry if that's an inconvenience, but it's just simpler this way.
Good luck, Andrea."
Well, I guess my life has changed, at least until my twenty-third birthday.
I'm going to find men attractive too? That's just peachy. I go to
Faceplace, it instantly logs me in. I can see that a lot of my friends are
gone, only a few of my closest friends and my family members are friends
with me now. So none of my friends even know who I am. So does this mean I
just never spoke with anyone in the past twenty two years of my life!
That's just adding insult to injury. Luckily it still says that I graduated
from high school and that I'm enrolled in my school. Other than that it
looks like I have no pictures and no status updates.
I make one: I'm a girl now, FML.
In a few minutes my older sister responds, she likes the post and adds.
"LMAO! You're weird Arielle," I ignore it. I decide I'm going to go back to
bed, I'm overcome by a wave of depression. But at the same time I'm feeling
starving, my stomach is completely empty since last night. I guess I'm
going to have to make my way downstairs.
I look around and my parents are no where in sight, I make my way to the
kitchen. I find bread to make toast, I opened the refrigerator intending to
take some the eggs and bacon... but the idea of eating those things
suddenly repulsed me. Instead I made the toast and spread some Nutella on
it, I never used to like Nutella, but I knew it was part of my plan to
ensure I had complete proteins in my none meat diet. I finish my breakfast
of toast and sunflower seeds. I put the dish in the dish washer and as I
leave the room only then did I realize what I had had for breakfast and the
reason why.
I began to chuckle, it was just too ridiculous. This whole experience was
too surreal and I look at the reflection of myself in the mirror and it's
this girl. At this point my feelings are so messed up, my life isn't ruined
and it's not over. I'm still me but I'm not myself at all, I'm not Aaron,
I'm Arielle. Arielle is me, she has the same sister mother and father,
beyond that she's a ghost. Do any of my friends remember me? Apparently
they don't know who I am, I go back to my room and sit in my bed trying to
figure things out. I'm afraid to contact anyone. What will they say to me?
I remember one of my closest friends from High School, he's moved out to
the other side of the country today.
His Jules. I search for him on Faceplace, he comes up. I send him a
message:
"Hello, I'm not sure if you remember me at all. We went to school together.
I guess it's weird to get a message from some random person you haven't
seen in years. I hope you don't get the wrong impression but I need to know
a few things about high school. Okay, this will seem weird... but did I
have any friends in high school?"
I checked my account a few times through out the day, it took a while
before I got a response. I'll get to that when we get there because I did
not spend the entire day pressing the refresh button. I have three friends
on my Faceplace account, and I share the same last name with all of them.
I look for my wallet, I find it. It looks the same. I don't have a purse to
put it in. When I look through the wallet, there are a few surprises, one I
have five hundred dollars. Secondly my State I.D. Is now a drivers license,
but there is no way I'm going out looking like this. Where would I go, what
could I possibly do? There's no one for me to see, although I do have
money. What am I expected to do, go out and revamp my wardrobe into
something more ladylike?
Nope, that's not happening. I'm going on the internet, I start surfing the
net, and I'm feeling a little bit lonely. So I go through my bookmarks I
see all the porn sites I have visited but none of them interest me. Of
course if I did masturbate I'd have to have a completely new approach. I
look down at my new body. I know it's only a matter of time before I feel
the need for some sexual release. As a man I'd masturbate at least twice a
day. Sometimes while looking at pictures other times just using my
imagination.
I suppose I might as well, I get out of bed. I pace the room. I'm still not
comfortable with this body, or this reality. I know that everything feels
different, that my skin is softer. I'm a few inches shorter, my hips are
wider and I have a pretty nice behind. And yet when my mind creeps into the
realm of sexual thoughts I'm not thinking of a woman's rounded ass, or her
breasts. It's not soft lips and a gentle caress that I crave anymore. Oh
god, when I made my profile I clicked straight. I'm a straight woman. I
like guys now, I want to be held by a man. My fantasies are completely
different, I find myself becoming aroused at the thought of being touched
by a man. By being held and kissed by a man and even... taken vaginally by
a man's penis. And I've began to touch myself with these thoughts in my
head, when suddenly the phone's ringing. I bulk due to the interruption,
then I dash across the house. I know that the phone cannot possibly be for
me, but it's a welcome distraction to my new set of instincts.
"Hello," I mutter, it's barely above a whisper, it's the fist time I've
spoken since my transformation.
I pick up the phone and quickly understand that it's simply a telemarketer.
"Hello, I'm calling in behalf of Compass, we're a cable company and we'd
like to know if you're happy with you're current cable plan?"
I respond, using my female voice, it sounds higher pitched, "No, not
interested."
"Okay, good day... uh, miss? I'm sorry, it's kind of difficult to tell,
your voice is sort of androgynous," I was kind of confused by that. I
assumed my voice would sound female and it definitely sounded different. I
hung up the phone, I went to my computer and began to record my voice.
I listen back to it and it's kind of androgynous but there was something
about the timbre. I took a number of classes on the properties of sound.
Sound has always been an interest of mine, my voice seemed to be monotone,
I had always had a deep voice but my voice definitely at a much higher
frequency, probably the upper range for a woman 190 or even 200 Hz, but I
still had a masculine way of talking. I decided I'd do some more research
on the differences in male and female speech patterns, it was fairly
interesting. Before I know it I hear that one of my parents has come home.
It's probably my mother. I go downstairs to speak with her, I feel like I
should interact with someone. It feels like I've been isolated for days. I
head down into the main room to find her about to make a phone call.
"Oh, Arielle, you've actually left your room for once. We thought you had
ran off or something. I was going to make pork chops for dinner, but we
have those veggie burgers I know you like in the freezer, so don't worry,"
She explained. "You look a little upset?"
"I don't know where to start or how to explain," I said as I plopped down
in the reclining chair. She puts down the phone and gives me a look of
concern. "It seems like my life's taken a very strange turn. I feel like
I'm not myself," I kind of smile at my own explanation, then I shake my
head. "Never mind. I'll make my own dinner in a little bit," Then I head
back upstairs, leaving her puzzled and confused.
I check my Faceplace, I see a new message from Jules.
"I don't know who you are. Maybe it would help if you had a picture or
something."
Of course, I need a picture. I quickly take a picture with my web cam and
upload it to Faceplace. Finally I get to see my wonderful face instead of
some plastic silhouette. I'm so excited I could spend another night
throwing up. I send him another message, then I go to the kitchen to make
my own meal. I see my father and mother in the main room watching
television. They ignore me. I can smell pork cooking in a kettle pot. I
find the smell to be unappetizing, I take out a veggie burger and fry it in
a pan, put it on a bun and simply munch on that. I try to figure out the
reason Arielle's a vegan. Is it for dietary reasons or ethical. Personally
it's like meat's of no interest to me, which seems unnatural. Maybe once I
decide the reason I wont be disgusted by it, I'm sure it's not important.
I step into the living room and momentary glance at the game show my
parents are watching. My father asks me how this last semester of schools
been. I shrug. "Make any new friends?" smirk and just go back to my room. I
am careful not to slam the door, I'm almost furious. I made friends my
freshmen semester. I had tons of friends in that town, and now none of them
will know who I am. I check my messages, Jules responds.
"Yeah, you look familiar. But I never hung out with anyone you knew. None
of my friends really talked to girls in high school. We were all pretty
awkward outside of our group."
He also sent me a face request. I accept it. Now I have four faces on
Faceplace. I'm becoming one of the popular girls.
I respond, "I really wasn't popular in high school. I've always been a bit
of a loner. Chalk it up to social anxiety I guess," I might as well lie, a
year from now I hope I'll get a second chance to return to normal. I go
back to the dating site. I doubt that Andrea would respond to a message but
I figure I'd give it a shot.
"Is there anyway you can turn me back?"
Amazingly as soon as I hit the refresh button there's a new message from
her.
"Dear Arielle
Sorry hun, but there's no turning back. Even if you waited a year and tried
it on your twenty third birthday it wont work. Everyone only gets one.
Apologies Andrea."
I immediately begin typing my response.
"This is unfair. Being transformed into a girl is one thing. But I've lost
so much more than that. You should really be more clear about this whole
birthday wish crap!" Then I sent it.
Sure enough, as if it was automated there was a new message in my inbox.
"Dear Arielle,
Well you should read the terms of use. It was all there, black and white,
clear as day. You're a girl now, learn to deal with it. As for your loses,
sometimes you have to start over in order to make your life better. You
have an opportunity here to be a new person. You should make the most of
it.
Andrea."
I let out an exasperated sigh. I shoved my computer away from me and
crawled into bed. I couldn't sleep though, it was too early. So I
masturbated, and I thought of men while I did that. The orgasm wasn't the
same as male orgasms but I think that's a little too much detail. After I
had had my fill of self gratification my thoughts turned to other things. I
went over my first day as a woman, considered the changes that it has
brought and wondered if I really could turn this into a good thing. Then I
began to drift off to sleep.
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