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SRU: My Spring Romance free porn video
Here I am, now the complete woman that I was meant to be after the
accident that ended my boyhood. Please, get comfortable if you want to
here about my Spring Romance.
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My name is Carol Jesse Sims. I was born Carroll Jesse Pridmore, I've
been married for 21 years to the most wonderful man I've known since we
were both children, Harold Lester Sims. We have twin girls and are soon
to be grandparents! We were both born in Miami Florida 40 years ago, and
we were BOTH born male. THAT is what makes this story so special, and
its true! This is NOT your typical sex-change surgery story. I was
magically transformed thanks to a spell that granted me my wish. You
don't believe in magic? Well, I didn't believe in the magic of love and
Spring's Magical Transformation Property, nor the Fountain Of Youth, but
now I do.
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Les and I were neighbors and on the same football team at the Desoto
Junior High School. We grew up the best of friends, always there for
each other and always good boys who helped out the girls. Me, I as
always small and quick, like cat. With my red hued curls, I was often
mistaken for a girl, even though I never wore a skirt, or dress. And he
was always a bit bigger and stronger, like a bear, often thought to he
older than he was.
Les was always the more physical of us, he was the one that got me into
playing sports for the community center, but I got him into croquet,
chess, got him into the book club and theater. We completed each other.
Everything was going perfectly until our summer vacation before junior
high. It was July Fourth Weekend, and our family's were out in the back
yard, playing croquet when it happened. Lee accidentally shot the ball
into my groin, crushing my testicles. The pain of the impact sent me to
the ground as I curled into a fetal position. When our parents got to
me, they saw my bloody groin and rushed me to the hospital.
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When I woke up, my parents were there, waiting for me, "How do you feel,
Sport?" whispered Daddy as Momma hugged me.
"I'M SCARED," I declared as I wept.
She hugged me, "It's Okay for you to be scared, because I'm scared too,"
she wept.
Daddy placed his meaty hand on my shoulder, "Sport, I have bad news for
you." he sighed.
"What's wrong!"
"When you got hit with the ball, it crushed everything," he announced.
"SAY WHAT!"
"As of right now, you are a eunuch."
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I was in the hospital for a week as my body recovered from the surgery,
the hormones gave me a 'C' cup, and my waist shrank as my hip swelled
out until I could wear Momma's clothes. I was instructed in the elements
of feminine hygiene and product usage. I was taught everything about
being a girl by Momma and Momma Simms, Les's mother.
As my body grew more feminine, I saw that I was going to look like a
younger version of Momma, which pleased me a lot. Momma had been Miss
Sunshine and was even now, a coach for up and coming young beauty
queens, I knew one thing, I'd be one too. Now that I was a girl, I
joined the Westbury Junior High School Jazz Cats. I found that I liked
being a girl and wondered what it's be like to have periods and be a
Momma, little knowing that my dream would come true.
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I now knew that I would be the girl that I was hiding in me. I was best
friends with Les, now I wanted to be his wife and have his children;
little knowing that was not possible for me. I became every boy's
sweetheart and had to learn how to defend myself from my more energetic
admirers who couldn't, or wouldn't take 'NO' for an answer. If it wasn't
for Les, I'd have been deflowered by them at a Halloween party.
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I had gone as Captain Katherine Janeway of Voyager, except that I wore
the gold female uniform from 'Classic Trek'. Mother had made the one-
piece dress for me from the pattern in the tech manual, and when I'd put
it on, I looked stunning. The suntan hose and black boots simply made
the costume a stand out, and the phaser, communicator and tricorder
props were fun, too. The phaser was actually a combination mace and stun
gun, communicator a cell phone and tricorder, a purse with everything
that a girl would need.
At the party, I was given my favorite smoothie, not knowing that the
football team intended to score on me. Oh, Les was there, but kept busy
by a well meaning, but clueless coach with complaints against him. It
was when the team was suddenly gone and my absence was noticed that the
plan was discovered. It was an unfortunate, but well known open secret
that the team chose a girl to initiate into their club of 'team girls',
and when Les found out, he went atomic on them.
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They'd taken me to the pool house and were about to unzip me when Les
came crashing in and throwing the team around. He had used the martial
arts that he'd learned to take the fight out of them and rescue me. The
outcome from that nightmare was that the team was forced to forfeit all
of their wins that season and lose any scholarships as well as spend
their practice time in community service and attend counseling sessions.
Only Les kept his scholarships, and best of all, the team was used to
renovate the school,
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Westbury Junior High School was an imposing five story edifice that
filled an entire block with its two gyms, auto shop and carpentry shop
in the basement with lunch room and auditorium on the first floor with
the office and choir rooms. Each of the upper floors was devoted to a
different year with seniors on the top floor. Luckily, an elevator had
been installed in the building when it was converted from a warehouse.
But over the years, the paint had started peeling and the natural wear
and tear as well as graffiti had turned the edifice into an ugly
building in need of repairs. In order to save funds on restoration, the
city had chosen to use volunteers to do most of the repairs under the
mentoring of certified experts. Seeing the once vain and overly proud
jocks now doing grunt work, improved the general atmosphere, immensely.
You see, the jocks had been taught by the head coach that they were the
best, and were above all others, but he had died last year from a
coronary, and the new coach took over, teaching them differently. He
taught them about 'fair play' and 'sportsmanship, and a belief in God.
He was a devoted Christian who hated the way that the jocks were taught
to believe themselves to be above the other students, and now he could
carry out his new program.
After that fiasco, Les and I found ourselves to be the subject of
ridicule from the alumni for losing what they felt was a possible chance
at the state championship. They even thought that Les had overreacted
until the coach told them about the other girls that had been date
raped, often after a game and their fear of being raped again. After
that, they stopped arguing, and fired the jocks that now were facing
multiple rape charges.
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After graduation, Les and I went to the archery range to practice with
his new crossbow and arrows. Les loved to hunt deer and preferred a
crossbow over a rifle. We took the set out to an archery field one
morning and spent the entire day shooting at paper targets, and we both
proved to be pretty good at it. But trouble reared its ugly head when
Dwight showed up.
"Hey! If it isn't the fag jock and his girl," he leered.
"Well, if Lester IS a fag, why is he with me, the Head Jazz Cat?"
"Playing possum, I have seen him looking at the other jocks dong,
bitch."
"Dwight, you know that's a lie, and that YOU were caught with Oscar in a
compromising position in the shower more than once."
"Let's drop it, besides, I challenge you two to see who's a better
shot."
"I'm game, are you, Les?"
"Sure, but what are the stakes?"
"Simple, loser forfeits his set."
"HIS set?"
"Their set, if you have one," he sneered.
"Yes, I have a bow and arrows."
We set about our contest, after I'd gone to get my set out of Momma's
Pinto Wagon and were near equal in skills. But Dwight proved to be truly
repugnant, Les had chosen to retrieve the arrows when Dwight brought out
a hidden arrow and shot Les in the side. I heard a sickening sound as it
plunged into his chest and Dwight laugh as Les screamed in pain.
I saw red and nearly killed Dwight, using my martial arts training to
cripple him. Dwight was left a paraplegic from my snapping his neck as I
ran to Les to help him deal with his injury.
Knowing that Dwight's arrows were barbed, I knew better that to remove
it, so I staunched the flow of blood with my cotton blouse, thankful
that I had worn a sports bra, that day. When the paramedics arrived, I
went with Les as Dwight was taken away with a police escort. The entire
horror had been caught on tape, so I cleared of any wrongdoing and
Dwight was sent to prison for life. But when his injury was accessed, he
was sent to a nursing home and his parents had to pay for his upkeep.
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When Les and I got to the hospital, his parents thanked me for saving
him from Dwight, but I was ashamed to receive such praise. You see,
Dwight knew that I'd been a boy before my accident, years ago, and had
been trying to get into my panties, ever since. He, like his father and
grandfather believed that a man had every right to do as they pleased,
no matter what the law said. They were all bullies who had dominated
their wives until they'd broken their spirits, luckily, Dwight was an
only child.
All too often, he'd harass me if he saw me, but he lived in the far side
of town, in the more affluent neighborhood while Les and I lived near
the docks. It was only due to busing that we ever met that bully. Dwight
and a few others from his neighborhood were bussed in due to the law,
and the city had invoked a city wide dress code to stop any problems due
to gangs.
You could wear red, navy, or khaki pants, shorts, skorts, or jumpers
with a white dress shirt, or casual shirt. Socks were to be white, or
skin tone pantyhose, or tights could be worn. There was no exposing of
the belly, nor groin allowed, either. This did help by allowing the
poorer families to recycle clothing, and to purchase uniforms cheaper
from the thrift store, but still didn't stop the bullying of the poorer
by the more affluent. Luckily, this stopped after my ordeal.
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But Les convinced me to accept their praise, so I did. Les was forced to
quit football, due to his injury, the arrow had hit his spine, and
another impact would snap it. As it was, he would forever walk with a
limp, and need a cane. His parents wanted to put him in a special school
at first, but he resisted, and they finally agreed to send him back to
school where he became the school's symbol of success while I became his
girlfriend in everybody's eyes. Not that I minded, but our relationship
would be forever altered.
Whereas before we had been equals, now I had become his protector and
defender as I developed my inner strength. In defending him, I found
that I was stronger than I thought that I was, and being the nurturer
type, I became the defender for the underdog. Our parents were very
proud of me for my stance against bigotry. Even though there was some
signs of equality, there were way too many clubs and fraternities and
sororities opened only to certain people in the school, by the time that
we graduated, all were opened to any student.
As for Les, he could no longer do his martial arts practice, so I stood
between him and trouble. He would march into school bravely, leaning on
his cane and smiled whenever somebody would crack a joke about his cane.
But he was crying inside, too. Les was always one of the most popular
boys in the class. Girls had crushes on him, and boys respected him, but
now that had changed because of me and Dwight. Les was used to being a
leader. But the teasing was too much, even by a few teachers.
I stuck by his side, out of friendship, and was able to force those who
were teasing him to stop by using the anti-bullying rules. And those
rare times when he felt depressed, he'd thank me for being his friend
with a brotherly kiss, but like me, there was an unrequited love
simmering, waiting to be satisfied.
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Well, in time, Les adapted to life using a cane, and even learned how to
use it like a sword. He acquired several different canes for different
occasions and even went to therapy to strengthen his torn muscles enough
that by graduation, he did not need a cane every day, but he still
needed them for long spells when he'd be standing, or walking.
Les proved to be quite popular in college, where our past was left
behind. He went into teaching to become a coach while I made political
sciences my major as I'd found that I enjoyed being on the student
council and debating. In college, Les and I were dating others, but
shared an apartment to share expenses. Our parents knew that as adults,
that we'd be exploring sex, and knew that we'd wonder about each other.
We did, but we didn't want to spoil our friendship with sex before we
were ready.
We both stayed virgins through college, and it was spring break of our
senior year that our love finally blossomed. We'd returned home and were
simply walking on the old amusement park pier where we'd gone swimming
and boating in the past. Les was wearing a polo shirt and shorts, while
I was wearing a swimdress and hose because I had yet to get a tan, and
used the hose to prevent sunburn.
We were two childhood friends just hanging out. But all too soon I
sensed that Les was sad and wondered what it could be. He'd long since
come to terms with his limitations, and was president of his fraternity,
while I was Queen of my sorority. In fact, they were matched together as
the best on campus. As such, we were both dating pretty steadily.
For me, the dating was simply a duty as I only really enjoyed it
whenever Les and I dated. We'd given up the apartment after being
accepted after our freshman year, now I wondered if we should have
refrained from pledging.
"Les, what's wrong? I know something is troubling you. Tell me, so that
I can help."
He looked at me, then sighed, "Carol, I ... I don't think I'm ever going
to find true love."
I was taken aback. "What do you mean? I thought you'd been dating a lot,
and that it might be getting serious once or twice."
After another long, painful quiet period, he finally spoke again. "It's
one thing to date, quite another to look at a lifetime commitment. When
I ask a girl out, and we go out a few times, I can tell what's in her
heart. Some of us like the idea of dating the frat prez, and other want
sex, but it's never, ever love!"
"Les, 'I' love you, but am afraid to commit to a sexual relationship
with you because I can never give you a family," I wept.
He smiled, Why not make a wish at the Wishing Well?"
I looked at him with wonder, Are you sure?"
"Why not? Couldn't hurt."
So we went towards the Wishing Well, but along the way, we came upon a
string of shops including a magic shop.
"Les, Spells "R" Us is new, want to check it out?"
"Sure, I could use a few new tricks to amuse the kids in summer camp."
As we entered, a bell jingled, "Les, my tricks are not really meant for
amusing children," said an elderly man in a blue bathrobe.
"How did you know what I said? Are you using a spy cam?"
"Hardly, I am the Wizard, and know everything about you and Carol."
"Prove it!"
"Carol was born a boy, but due to an accident, became a girl. You love
each other, but she wants to be a genetic girl and wishes that your
injury was healed."
"Wizard, can you help us?"
"Carol, do you believe that I can?"
"Yes."
"What about you, Les?"
"Yes."
"Then you do not need my help, young lovers. Simply cast a gold coin
into the Wishing Well."
"But I don't have one," sighed Les.
The Wizard placed a gold dollar on the counter, "Then I will trade you a
paper dollar for this gold dollar, but for the wish to work, you both
must be pure in heart."
"Wizard, I have dated others, but I only love Les."
"And I want to marry Carol."
"Then propose to her."
He got on his knee, "Carol, will you marry me?"
"Yes."
Then I felt a strange glow envelope me and Les began to glow, "My
wedding gift to you two. Now your wishes are granted."
"You mean that I'm now a girl?"
"Yes, your reality has been altered so that you were born a girl and the
arrow that Dwight shot at Les, missed because it never happened."
"What about Dwight?"
"He was bullying you because he wanted to be a girl, but was afraid to
do anything about it. Now, Dwight is Dee, your best friend and Head
Cheerleader, and is due to become happily married, living next to you
two."
"Does Carol still become the same activist?"
"Yes Les. But this time, instead she leads the cause for Dee to become a
cheerleader since she is oriental, as for your other tormentors, they
still bully, but now it's Dee, and you two and her future husband defend
her."
"WHO?" we exclaim.
"Your twin brother Max, Les."
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We had a double wedding with Dee and Max that spring and Max turned out
to be a techno geek instead of an athlete like Les. Les and I married
and had a family full of love and hope. And when my youngest son told us
that he wanted to be a girl, we were ready, but that's another story.
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THE END
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