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My Mother Wanted A Girl
By Sara
The small group of twenty turned their chairs as the young woman stepped
next to the television screen. Normally they talked in a circle like any
group, but today she wanted to show them a video. She was like any in
the group though the girls envied her perfect skin and her tightly
smoothed groin. She was five foot two petite, and shapely another point
to envy. She wore very little makeup and a few wanted to ask her how she
did it or where she had surgery. Her brown hair traveled down to her
knees and half of them wondered if it was fake, or that she was wearing
some type of fall. Other searched for any sign that she wasn't as
feminine as she presented. You see this was a transgendered group.
Fifteen males trying to be girls, three female trying to be boys, and two
that just didn't really fit as they were happy being shemales. Thought
each were brought here by their feelings and the need to be around their
kind like all social animals. They were looking for support, advice, and
a place they could relax and be themselves without being judged, yet here
they were judging this small girl who to them looked perfect. She saw
this on their faces and their body language. They knew she didn't
belong. However she did belong, but how would shock them all.
"Hello I am Marion Tracy Farr. I think a few of you instantly figured
out that my initials are MTF." A few of them chuckled, but the rest
refrained fro how serious she looked. "That is just the beginning of the
oddities that comprise my life. My mother picked my names and they are
used both by men and women fairly unisex. When I was born the doctors
label me as a boy. Genetic testing revealed the same thing, XY, boy.
However my mother had a different plan for me. My father didn't know I
was a boy." A few gasped though most didn't believe her claim of being a
male. "My mother from day one dressed me as a girl. Everything I wore
was pink or purple. As I grew up my toys were feminine in all forms. My
mother shouldn't have been this way. She had a boy and a girl before.
My brother and sister were the perfect stereotypical children. My
brother was a football star and my sister a cheerleader. I was born five
years after my sister. From early on I was shy, and as I grew up this
shyness pushed me into books and other activities that I could do myself.
I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. I always wore skirts
and dresses. You may not believe it, but this is the first pair of jeans
I have ever owned. Today is the first day I have worn them in public."
The group murmured with each other wondering where she was going with all
this. She turned on the TV and worked with her laptop.
"These are pictures of my life. My mother took pictures all the time of
me all throughout my life. I can say that I have had a happy life. That
I wanted for nothing. Though these pictures only tell part of the story.
I was home schooled unlike my siblings who went to public and private
schools. They had friends and activities away from mother and father. I
yearned to go to school. I yearned to have friends and go to sleep overs
and birthday parties, but again I couldn't because my mother had
something to fear. It would only take an accident and I would have been
found out. That I wasn't a girl even with the long hair and soft
features, or the breasts that developed like any girl. Down here I was
different."
"When I was eight my mother made me take pills. At first they were
vitamins and later they were pills to prevent me from getting sick. Any
excuse to get me to continue to take them. My mother was a doctor, so it
was easy for her to get the drugs she wanted me to take. My development
was now locked in to being a female. As the next set of pictures will
show you the darker side. From an early age each day I had to stand in
front of this board and get my picture taken, with and with clothing."
They all were transfixed as the pictures of her slowly grew up. It was
something that very few ever witnessed. The poses were all the same, and
the girl at the podium stood nearly the same way as the slideshow
progressed and then stopped at about the age of twelve.
"That is the first part of my life. One that I wish never happened, but
the next part will shock you or make you wish this had been you. My
mother had gained enough influence or favors I am not really sure. I
went through surgery to make me into the girl you see now. From this
last picture you can see my penis is still about the same size as it was
when I was eight, but the hormones I took every day made it smaller. I
went into surgery like this and came out like this. This is a picture of
me a month after the surgery. I was physically a girl now. A few months
later I had another surgery that corrected a few mistakes. As the
slideshow continues I see your questions are rising, but I am long from
done. I still continued to take my pills now I still didn't know what
they were, but I took them by myself with no urging from my mother."
"After the surgery I was finally able to go to school. It was a small
private school that you would send your children to to make them perfect
princesses. Model girls ready to be the perfect wives of rich men.
Still I was very shy and it took a long time for me to be assertive
enough to even talk to another of the girls. You see I was attracted to
them and I didn't understand why. I hadn't had the contact with girls or
boys to learn about how girls are attracted to boys and boys are
attracted to girls, and some to each other. I did hide this attraction.
Though as time went on and girls practice being with boys, so I kissed my
first person other than my parents at thirteen. In fact I kissed most of
the girls at the school. This was enough to get me out of my shell of
shyness and I became the best kisser." The group laughed a bit. "With
some of the girls I soon figured out that they were lesbians. That they
too were attracted to girls like I was. At fifteen one of the bolder
girls cornered me and I had my first orgasm. She worked hard to get me
to cum, and she was the first person to find out about my pills. She was
also the person to find out the pills I were taking were not birth
control, but ones used by transgendered to become female. She decided
when I was sixteen to tell the teachers that I took those drugs. It hurt
me as I was in love with her. It was the first time I knew that I was
not a girl. Though the surgery was perfect and a certain part of me made
it more so. However my mother pulled me from that school and nearly sued
it under just to keep them quiet. As I restart the pictures you will see
that they change a bit faster. This is because my mother only saw me on
the weekends, but once I was pulled from school the daily pictures
returned, but I was now questioning her more. Her shy little mouse had
learned about freedom and learned how to act not just like a lady, but as
any child or teen should act. I found out what the drugs were and what
they did for me. What they did to a boy. I still took them. I was a
girl and I didn't want to start looking like a boy. I had no idea my
gonads were useless."
"They had been pulled back inside my body and later ultrasounds put them
in the spots you would find ovaries. They don't do much of any hormone
production. My mother wanted them gone, but the surgeries didn't find
them. As long as I took my hormones I would continue to look like I do.
I was enrolled in another private school one more like a public school.
The boys and girls were still schooled separately. I was labeled a Prima
Donna from day one with my dresses, and frilly gloves, and my patient
leather shoes. I slowly was able to wear less fancy dress as I started
wearing skirts, but the attitude of superiority over the rest of my
classmates set me apart from them. I was no longer shy, but just as
alone as I had always been. I had friends now as I lead the perfect
clique. We were the girls every other girl wanted to be or hated us. We
were the girls that all the boys wanted to date or have sex with. The
other girls had sex with the boys, yet I wanted a girlfriend and not a
boyfriend. Each claimed to have gone all the way with me, but the most
they got was a good blow job. I feared having sex with them. They were
boys and their penises were scary and big. One boy came real close, but
my mother caught us in time to save my virginity. So this is my story
and I may not look like you, but I could have been. I wish my mother had
not been like she was, but I have no idea what would have happened. What
I would have chosen to be. Now I am a girl. A girl that could have been
a boy. My genetic code says I should be a boy, but through my mother's
direction I have been guided as a girl. That my body developed both
parts is a blessing and a curse. I have a womb and a vagina that is
natural, yet cursed never to have my own children as I had a penis and
testicles." This last bit made them gasp or chuckle nervously.
"So even though I am comfortable in my body. That I don't want to be a
boy or that no one would ever believe I wasn't a girl. Like you I wish I
had a choice. I wish I could have been given the life you have or a
normal one like any other boy. I am a female now. Some of you will be
jealous that I am physically enough like a girl that I bleed once a
month, but that is just because my mother was that involved in my body.
That by a twist of her will or fate that I developed as intersex enough
to have both sex organs. It will be something I will struggle with the
rest of my life." Marion was finished with her story and she turned the
television off and the silence was a final as the darkened room. The
lights came on and she saw acceptance mixed with confusion. One boy who
looked like her when she was younger raised her hand.
"If your mother is so controlling how is it you are here?" She wondered.
It was a question Marion wasn't prepared to answer. They saw her grip
the podium tightly. The tears started to fall as she lost the control
she had so successfully used. They gave her time to recover. Finally
after many minutes she looked straight at the girl, and then at each of
them.
"My mother is dead. She no longer can prevent me from living my life.
She died in a car accident and while cleaning out her rooms I discovered
not only the pictures I discovered her journals. I wasn't her daughter.
I wasn't her son. I was an experiment she had planned well before I was
conceived. She planned for me to be this way. She made me a girl. My
father was appalled at what she had done. He left because my mother had
changed that she was so obsessed with me. She drove my sister and
brother away. I was the only one at her funeral. If I had known what she
did to me before this. Had I understood I wouldn't of even had a service
for her. Distant relatives came, but not even her sisters and brother
came. My grandparents came at the end only to see that she was gone."
Marion explained. "They didn't even say hello. They saw me as a thing to
shun. I have written a letter to each of my family and I wait for just
one of them to see that I am a victim, but I fear them thinking that way.
I can not know your pain, but neither can you understand mine, yet they
are very similar."
"Marion I thank you for your courage in coming here." A man stood and she
jumped not seeing him before. "I can say that we are not family, but we
can be your family. You like us know you should have been someone else."
"Thank you, but I think I will not return. I just wanted to tell my
story and make you understand that there is another side to being not who
you were meant to be. That no matter how much I look, act, feel like a
girl I can not be a normal girl. I wish I could forget even that. That
even I didn't know I should have been a boy. Then maybe I could live a
normal life," Marion replied.
"You live your life how you want to. You are who you are inside and let
no one tell you different. I am a girl with boy parts so what! I am
still a girl because I want to be," an older girl declared. "You are a
girl if you want to be. You can be a boy too. I wish I was like you. I
wish I didn't get bullied. I wish my father didn't know I was a boy for
my whole life. That he never forced me to be someone I wasn't."
"It doesn't change the fact that my family abandoned me just the same.
My mother was my world, yet I craved my siblings and my father. I craved
my grandparents acceptance. Maybe in time they will accept me, but I am
my mother's experiment. I am much like her. I look just like her. I
sound like her. I will remind them everyday that she made me." Marion
replied. She took a deep breath and then let it out. "I want to hide,
but maybe somewhere there is another just like me. Being forced to be
something they are not. That is my link to you. You are or have been
forced to be something you are not."
"Then stay with us. You belong here as much as the rest of us. They
didn't think a shemale could be like them, but we are like them in how we
are treated. More so than anything you don't have to be alone." The
deep voice of the woman vibrated the air. Marion grabbed the chair she
stood by. The two closest to her helped her sit down. This helped calm
her as her mind lost the battle over her loneliness. She felt for the
first time in all her life that she belonged.
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