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"Here try this one."
"But mum, it's the same one as that one I already tried," I replied
motioning towards a set of pants on one of the piles of clothes in front
of my mum.
"Try it anyway. It might fit," she responded.
I huffed but did as I was told.
"See? It's too short," I grumbled a while later "Same as the other one."
Mum looked at the very small pile of winter clothes that fit and the
much larger pile that didn't and sighed. Being a single parent meant
that while we were not poor, we were never flush with cash either. One
of the stratagems mum used to make our money last longer was to buy
clothes for next year during the clearance sales at the end of the
season. Only this time it had backfired. I had a unexpected growth spurt
during the summer. Fortunately I had always been thin so I could still
wear the shorts I had, even if they were shorter than intended, and I
could supplement the few larger t-shirts that fit me with plain
undershirts from the "winter stock". Still summer wasn't even over yet
and I had already outgrown most of the completely new winter clothes.
"So," said mum giving me a level look. "Do you want to be a girl?"
"Wha-what?" I stuttered taken by surprise and turning bright red.
I knew what she was referring to.
Thirty years ago gene therapy was invented. That is were an engineered
virus can be used to change genes and even whole chromosomes . By the
time I was born gene therapy had replaced standard vaccines, was used to
cure cancers and erradicate hereditary diseases.
Then body engineering was developed. Nano bots could be used to make
changes on grown bodies, regenerate body parts or make the body comform
to new DNA from gene therapy.
These technologies changed humanity and as they became cheaper and safer
began to appear outside of the medical field.
For example most beauty salons had signs with deals like "HS + FR + BT -
$299.99", i.e you could get Hair Styling, Fat Removal and Body Toning
for less than three hundred dollars.
One of the treatments that had always captivated me was gender
replacement, the ability to transform girls into a boys, or boys, like
me, into girls.
I first heard about gender replacement five years ago when I was eight.
At that time most restrictions on the procedure were being removed.
After all it was reversible, so there was no reason to prevent anyone
who wanted a go at the other gender from trying it. At first there was
an age restriction of sixteen, but even that had been dropped to ten.
I had always fantasised about being a girl, and the notion of being
turned into one excited me. Gender replacement featured in many of my
masturbatory fantasies. Always after masturbating I felt deeply ashamed
about it, so I wondered whether I really wanted to become a girl or
whether I was just aroused by the thought of being turned into one.
Besides, gender replacement was way too expensive so I never mentioned
it.
That is, until a week ago.
Over time gender treatment had dropped in price and became more readily
available. The price dropped from over ten thousand dollars, down to a
few thousand and less.
That day I was browsing through the deals on the mall near home; hoping
for one that would make any of the many toys and games I lusted after
affordable with the meager savings I had from my allowance.
Then I saw it, an offer at the salon my mum used and where I got my
haircuts:
Gender replacement, height adjustment and body sculpting.
Male to Female - $550
Female to Male - $650 (up to 20Kg bulk up included)
Under 14 both genders - $200
I was amazed. Only two hundred dollars! Mum would sometimes pay more
than that on groceries. It was low enough that if I saved my allowance a
few more months I could pay for it myself.
In my excitement I forgot myself.
"Look mum!" I said pointing at the ad "'Haircuts and More' has gender
replacement for only two hundred dollars."
"Oh," she said with some surprise, "I didn't know you wanted to be a
girl."
"I... I was just surprised it was so cheap, it used to cost thousands of
dollars," I replied letting my voice trail away. My mum looked at me for
a long time, but dropped the subject.
"I said, do - you - want - to be - a girl?" My mum now repeated
emphasising each word.
, "when you told me about gender replacement last week, it got me
thinking, and many things about you became clear. I think you've wanted
this for a long time. Am I right?"
"Yes," I conceded.
"Well then, I need to buy you new clothes anyway. Should we also buy you
some dresses?"
"Ok," I said very quietly.
"No, no, no," said my mum. "Don't do me any favors. If you want this you
have to say it. Do you want to be a girl?"
"Yes," I said louder and not without effort, "I'd like that. I want to
be a girl."
"Good," said my mum smiling. "OK then. Get your shoes and go to the car.
I'll take these clothes with me; maybe we can still get a refund."
"Now?" I asked, with a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Yes now," mum replied. "Go!"
"We need to go through some things," mum said later in the car. "First
of all no peeing standing up. I don't care how cool you think that girl
is for doing it."
"What?" I said truly bewildered. "What... who are you talking about?"
"That girl, what was her name? She went with you to the boys' toilet and
you told me she could pee standing up on the urinal. You wanted to know
why I never did that. Debbie... Jenny..."
"You're talking about Chenn?! That was ages ago! We were in what, first
or second grade; on fourth grade she made me swear I wouldn't mention it
ever. We're not even in the same class anymore!"
"Whatever," mum continued. "No standing up, I've cleaned enough splashes
to date with you being a boy."
"OK, sure," I replied carefully.
"And you need to wipe front to back."
"Mum."
"Oh and we'll need to get you period pills."
"Mum!"
"You don't know how lucky you are girls do not to have to deal with
periods any more. Still you'll need to deal with a few of them when you
want to have kids."
"MUM!"
"Yes, well I guess we have time for that," she said, and then her face
split in a huge grin "It's going to be so fun having a daughter. I can
braid your hair, show you how to apply makeup... we can paint our
fingernails... We can go shopping..."
"No chance," I said seriously, "I hate shopping. That's not going to
change."
"We'll see," she replied with a knowing smile.
When we got to the mall we did not get directly to the salon. Instead we
stopped at the department store where mum bought my clothes. She was
relieved the items were still being sold on clearance and we got a
refund.
She then went to the girls section and grabbed a packet of plain panties
for a girl my age. A stretchy strapless undershirt 'in case I had
sensitive breasts'; a pair of white sandals which would fit me as long
as I didn't lose more than one shoe size; and a simple yellow summer
dress with floral designs.
The dress was little more than a slightly flaring tube of fabric with
wide straps, but by virtue of its simplicity it would fit a wide range
of heights.
"We'll buy the rest 'After'," said mum and we headed to the salon.
Before we got inside mum caught me by the shoulders and looked into my
eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," I said seriously.
"You don't need more time to think about it?" she asked.
"What I need is new clothes," I said jokingly hocking a finger on the
neck of my too tight t-shirt.
Mum held me a bit longer and when I didn't say anything more we went
inside.
Inside one of the girls took me to the back rooms.
"Hi I'm Gwen. There's a toilet over there," she said pointing to a door
"The procedure takes about an hour and a half so you should use it now.
"I'll wait for you over there," she said pointing to a different door
"Take your time."
I went to the toilet fully intending to pee standing up one last time,
but the erection I'd been sporting since leaving home would not make
that possible. I tried breathing slowly to relax, but my penis would
have none of it. I would have to deal with this in a different way. I
then realised this was probably what Gwen meant when she said take your
time.
I started to masturbate and it didn't take any time at all for me to
climax. After finishing I immediately felt the familiar shame and was
almost overcome with panic.
I couldn't go through with this! I had to stop it!
I almost stormed out; almost. I sat on the toilet to think. Despite the
shame I now felt I knew if I didn't go through with it now, I'd regret
it. It would be a long time until I got another opportunity. Worst case
scenario I would spend a season as a girl and would change back when I
needed new clothes, I thought. It was time to find out which gender I
was meant to be.
I stood up to pee as I had intended and went to meet Gwen.
It was really happening. I had walked in as a boy wearing ill-fitting
clothes, but would leave as a girl, probably wearing ill-fitting
clothes.
"All set?" asked Gwen when I entered the room "I'm going to have to ask
you to remove your shorts and undies. Would you prefer I call your mum
in?"
"No. It's ok," I replied striping down as instructed.
Gwen then proceeded to spray my privates with some kind of aerosol.
"This is just a disinfectant" she said "There are some inside bits that
are exposed during the transformation," she said "It's better if you
don't think about it."
She then handed me a sealed bag.
"Put these on," she said.
I tore the bag and found sterile underwear inside, which I proceeded to
wear. They were made of some thin elastic material which hugged my body
without feeling tight.
"You can put on your shorts now," she said and then asked for my left
hand.
She placed a wide metal bracelet on my forearm which tightened
automatically and then inserted a thin metal canister into an opening at
the top of it.
I knew the canister contained the cocktail of viruses and nano-bots used
for the gender replacement. A red light on the bracelet started to pulse
slowly.
"That's it," she said. "You can wait here for the treatment to complete
or you can sit outside. I think your mum is waiting for you."
I went outside and sat beside my mum.
"How was it?" she asked.
"OK," I said and showed her the bracelet. "I did not feel anything."
"Oh!" I exclaimed suddenly thinking of something. "I need a new name and
I haven't thought about any.
"Daniel is not a girl's name, and I don't want to be called Danielle."
"You're going to be called Amber," said mum. "That's what we would have
named you if had been born a girl.
"You didn't get to choose your name then, and you don't get to choose it
now; parents' privilege."
"Amber," I said. "I like it."
"Have you thought how you're going to tell your friends?" she asked.
"No," I said, "I think I'll just go to class when school starts and see
how long it takes for them to figure it out.
"Leon will find out next time he comes over," I said thinking about my
best friend who lived close by. "That's going to be weird."
"Oh right," said mum. "Leon. He's nice."
Then in a weird segue mum smoothed my hair and continued, "We need to do
something about your hair. It's a mess."
Gwen must have heard because she came over.
"I can style your hair. Sit here," she said motioning to one of the
empty salon chairs.
She then proceeded to brush and cut with deft strokes.
When she finished my hair was cut in a short but definitely feminine
style. I looked at the girl staring back from the mirror and then
noticed the changes other than my hair. My eyes were bigger, my eye
lashes longer and my nose was smaller. My whole face, while still my
own, looked softer, more delicate, more... feminine.
I looked at bracelet in my forearm. The pulsing red light had been
replaced by a steady green light.
Gwen leaned over and pressed a button on the bracelet which snapped open
with a click.
"We're done," she said taking the bracelet and brushing hair clippings
from my back and shoulders.
"You can dress up over there," she continued pointing. "There's a mirror
on the back of the door," she said and winked.
I took the bag with the clothes mum had bought earlier and carefully
headed to the dressing room acutely conscious of the different way my
body now felt and moved.
My now daintier feet slipped right out of my shoes. I then removed my
shorts and confirmed what I knew already. The weird underwear covered a
groin that was now completely flat, with no familiar bulge to tent or
crease the fabric.
I removed the rest of my clothes and looked at the mirror mesmerized. I
was really a girl! Where my penis used to be there was now only a slight
mound with a slit running down the middle. I brought my hands to my
chest and could feel the ache of my budding breasts just under my skin.
I could have stayed like that forever, but was aware of my mum waiting
for me outside, and was suddenly curious how the girl clothes would look
on me.
I quickly dressed up and stood once again in front of the mirror. The
sandals where a bit big, but dress fit perfectly. It was shorter than I
had thought coming to just mid tight. The light fabric of the dress
hugged my body in a pleasing manner. I tried a half twirl in the
confines of the changing room and was just a bit disappointed the skirt
of the dress was not wide enough to billow further. I looked nice...
better than nice. I looked beautiful, and I felt good.
I smiled and went to meet my mum excited for once about the shopping
ahead.
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