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When we got home I was still pretty sore from the surgery and I never
thought I'd say this, but I couldn't wait to take my dress and heels
off.
When I got in my room, I stepped out of my heels, took my dress, nylons
and slip off. I was curious to see what I looked like down there after
the surgery. I walked into my bathroom, still in my panties and bra,
pulled my panties down, smiling at the maxi pad in my panties and stood
in front of the mirror looking at and feeling my now empty ball sac.
I doubt there are many fourteen year old boys that would feel as happy
as I did that I no longer had a set of balls, but I just smiled. I
tenderly felt my empty sac as it was still a little numb and sore. There
was nothing, the part of me that could have changed me from a boy into a
man was gone.
Not that I don't love my Dad and Mike, I do, but the thought of going
through puberty as a boy and becoming a testosterone filled, hairy,
muscle bound alpha guy like them, scared me.
That's the whole reason I took the chance and bought the hormones and
the blockers on mom's card. I wasn't ready to come out that I wanted to
be a girl, not realizing, but really I did in the back of my head, that
once the hormones began changing me and the blockers stopped me from
becoming a boy, I would have to come out. It's always easier to kick the
can down the road isn't it? I slid my panties all the way off and took
my bra off.
I stood there looking at my body. It definitely wasn't the body of a
fourteen year old boy. I hoped it was and would continue to become, the
body of a girl entering her puberty as a female, that would blossom into
a beautiful woman. I had actual breasts now, I jumped a little to see if
they bounced like I'd seen girls do and to my enjoyment they did have a
little bounce to them. I hoped they'd grow full and beautiful like
Emma's or my Mom's. I dreamed that my little pokies, as I liked to call
them, would grow to maybe a C-cup or even a D-cup.
Being skinny had caused my hips and butt to look a little more round,
even my thighs were rounding out like a girl's. Standing there looking
at myself I was kind of proud I even had a little thigh gap. Yes, I'm a
fourteen year old boy that knows what a thigh gap is.
Although I was still wearing makeup and my hair was back in the cute
ponytail mom had done up for me, my face was more feminine than it used
to be.
I had been hiding all these changes for months and now that I had come
out and my family was supporting me, I felt free to set free the girl I
was becoming and I was happy with her.
As I was lost in my thoughts admiring how much I had changed my body
from boy to girl, mom walked in. I looked back at her in the mirror as I
covered my groin and put my other hand over my chest.
"Ashley, I'm your mother. It's ok. We're both girls right? It's nothing
I haven't seen before. There's nothing wrong with looking at yourself
either. I figured you would want to see how your surgery went. Well what
do you think?".
I put my hands down and slid my panties back on. Then I grabbed my bra
and put it on, it only took me two tries to snap it in the back. Mom
smiled. "Looks like you're getting the hang of putting your bra on. It
takes most girls a while. You know your bra seems a little tight, I know
I got you a 32-AA bra, but I think you're probably closer to an A-cup.
I'll order some A-cup bras to see how they fit, either way I imagine
you'll be one soon.
So how do you feel now that you've had the surgery?"
I looked down and she was right, my bra was a little tight, "Well, I
think you're right about me needing a bigger bra, it does feel a little
tight. I've read that most girls wear the wrong bra size, because they
don't measure right. Maybe I do need a bigger bra.
As far as having my testicles removed, I've been thinking about that.
I'm sure Dad and Mike and really any other guy would cringe at the
thought of losing their balls. I look at it like this.
You and Dad have accepted me being transgender and allowed me to start
living as Ashley, yes you're mad that i've been taking the hormones and
blockers behind your back and i'm sorry for that.
As I stand here right now, I have breasts, real girl breasts, I think my
hips and butt are rounding out nicely, my face is becoming pretty, I
love my hair and for the past few days you've let me become the girl
I've felt like my entire life. Well I'm happy, I want to become a girl
and a daughter you and dad can be proud of. While I'm sorry for doing it
behind your back, I'm not sorry for the changes the hormones have made
to my body.
Mom, I regret that I didn't come out to you and Dad when I was younger,
I wish I had. And I'm sorry for taking the hormones and blockers behind
your back. It's just i always felt pressured that i should want to be
like Mike and Dad, to be one of the boys, that me wanting to be a girl
wasn't normal.
As far as having my balls removed? I am sore down there, but that will
pass, I'm just so happy to have them gone. In my mind it's one less part
of being a boy that's finally gone. I love Mike and Dad, but I've never
wanted to be like them, I've always wanted to be like you.
I know the doctors will make me go through the testing and analysis to
prove i'm transgender, that I really do want to become female so that i
can continue my transition. You and Dad have always told us if we tell
the truth we won't have to remember anything. Well my truth is that i am
transgender and i do want and need to become female.
I've seen many transgender girls online who've had to transition later
in life, after their male puberty has happened to them and transformed
them from boys into men. Many, if not most need surgeries, electrolysis,
implants and other procedures to feminize themselves to allow them to
become passable as females. I was scared that would happen to me. I knew
if i could stop my body from going through puberty as a boy and change
my body to go through a girl's puberty i would become the best female
version of me.
That's really the main reason I took the hormones and blockers, I was
scared of what my male puberty would do to me."
Mom walked over and gave me a hug. "Ashley, you're a special girl. I'm
glad that you feel free now to tell me your thoughts and feelings. I've
always wanted a daughter to be close with, and while I never thought it
would be my son, I'm happy that it's you and we can become close as
mother and daughter."
I hugged her for what seemed like forever. I felt like it was making up
for all the hugs I never gave her as Andy, because boys didn't really
give hugs. Now that I was Ashley, and of course how the female hormones
had made me more in touch with my female emotions, I felt free to give a
hug and let someone know I loved them. Hugging someone felt nice, it
must be a girl thing.
When we were done, Mom stepped back and said "You know I've been
thinking. Next Saturday I'm going to a wedding for my sorority sister
Kaitlyn down in Roseville. I'm going to stop in Woodland to pick up
Emily, I'm sure you remember her, Mrs. Erickson, she's been over to the
house a few times. Very pretty, with long red hair. She's one of my
other sorority sister's and we're going to drive down to the wedding
together.
I talked to Emily and explained our situation. She's always been such a
close friend, as we sorority sisters are and is completely accepting of
transgender girls and felt you should come with us.
It'll be a chance for you to be out in public as Ashley. We'll find you
a pretty dress and heels, we'll do your hair and makeup and you'll get
to experience a wedding. I mean what girl doesn't love a wedding. I know
when I was a little girl I dreamed about being the bride. So what do you
think?"
I thought about it. I'd get to wear a pretty dress and heels, have my
hair and makeup done up. I'd be able to be Ashley around people that had
no idea I was really a boy.
I smiled. "I'd loved that Mom, I mean being a bride is like the epitome
of femininity. Right up there with being a cheerleader or a pageant
queen in my book. My book isn't the same book as most fourteen year old
boys read from as you know. It's something I've always dreamed about.
When I was younger and you and dad would take us to weddings, I always
wished I could be one of the flower girls wearing those pretty dresses.
When we went to Aunt Heidi's wedding last year I sat there wishing and
dreaming that someday I could be a beautiful bride like her, Dad walking
me down the aisle in a pretty white dress and veil to my awaiting
husband."
Mom smiled. "So I'll take that as a yes then. It'll just be us girls.
It'll be fun.
Also I've been thinking that i want you to start exercising more. Your
dad, brother and I are downstairs in the workout room almost everyday.
These curves of mine don't just happen. My personal trainer Kelly, who
comes over once a week, has me on a workout schedule to help me keep
this curvous body. I'll have her put you on a workout to make you more
flexible, which if you really want to be a cheerleader next year you'll
need more flexibility, she'll also have you doing exercises that will
give your butt, hips and thighs more curves.
You can also start going to the country club with me and we can play
tennis together. It'll be nice to have a regular partner, plus you get
to wear a cute tennis outfit."
I looked down at my body, standing there in my bra and panties. "Ok mom,
I do want to have a nice body and more girl curves and I really want to
be a cheerleader next year. Plus I have always loved those girls tennis
outfits, I just love those cute skirts, it'll be fun to do it with you.
I never worked out with Mike and Dad because I didn't want to end up
looking like them."
"Sounds good, we'll have to get you some workout clothes and a few
tennis skirts and outfits. Now here are your pain pills, they'll
probably knock you out for a while. So I want you to do your online
school work first. Also, here's my card. I want you to find a dress and
heels to wear to the wedding, remember no white, only the bride wears
white at a wedding, you don't want to be that girl. You can also buy a
few workout and tennis outfits," she said as she handed me the card.
"Ok thanks mom, I'm really looking forward to going to the wedding. I'll
make sure to pick out a dress that is pretty, getting to have and wear
pretty clothes is one of my favorite parts of getting to be a girl. I'm
going to have to start getting rid of all my boys' clothes, to make room
for the clothes we've bought and the haul Emma gave me."
Mom smiled "It sure is and yes you'll need to start reorganizing your
closet. We can donate your boys' clothes to the goodwill, unless of
course you'd like to keep them just in case you change your mind?"
I knew she was testing me. "Nope, if i could wear a dress or a skirt and
blouse everyday for the rest of my life i'd be happy, we can give them
away to a boy that can use them."
"I figured that's what you'd say. Now I have to go call Dr. Sanders and
Dr. Mathews to schedule appointments for you. Also I want you to put
something else on, I don't want you walking around in your panties and
bra. Try on some of those pajamas I got for you yesterday, you don't
want your father or Mike walking in here seeing you with just your
panties and bra on. You're a young lady now.
They've been supportive of you, but you know how guys can be, while
they'll never admit it. I'm sure it'll take them a little while before
they're completely comfortable with you becoming a girl."
I smiled. "Ok Mom, I understand."
I got in my drawer and picked out a white camisole and a pair of pink
pajama bottoms. While I loved how lacey and silky the lingerie felt and
how pretty they made me feel, I had to admit the pajamas felt more
comfortable. I was happy that the camisole, with my bra strap showing
under it, wasn't showing my boobs or cleavage, but definitely pushed my
bumps noticeably out. Looking at myself in the mirror, my cute ponytail
bouncing back and forth, my makeup was still on point, I just looked
like a girl being happy and comfortable at home, which I was.
I sat down at the computer and logged into the school website. It took
me a few hours but I finished all my courses for the day.
I washed my makeup off, took my hair out the ponytail and began brushing
my hair out. I had read that one hundred brushes a day to each side will
keep a girl's hair healthy and pretty, I of course wanted both.
I got back on the computer and began browsing "wedding guest dress",
there were hundreds of dresses to pick from. I know mom said no white
and I didn't want to look like a little girl, I wanted a dress that said
I was a girl becoming a woman. I know it's a little hard for a fourteen
year old boy who's becoming a girl, but with how feminine my body has
become, I felt with the right dress and heels, my curves and my now long
hair, I could pass as Ashley easily at the wedding.
I found a pretty lush green dress on Nordstrom, it came to just the mid
thigh where it had a frilly hem. It had short sleeves and a cute frilly
bow on the left side of the neck that went down to the waist. It was
super cute and I loved it. I bought a pair of tan four inch closed toe
heels to go with it, hoping I'd be able to practice all week and manage
heels that high.
I would have to find some earrings and jewelry to go with it, and I
think with my makeup just right and wearing my hair down maybe in some
wavy curls I would look really pretty. Maybe a boy would even ask me to
dance at the reception.
I clicked buy and it felt so good. Mom and dad had always let Mike and I
buy our clothes online, but this was the first time I'd bought girls
clothes for myself and it felt nice. This is what I wanted to wear and
how I wanted to look. Lucky for me, my parents had money because the
total was over three hundred dollars. Just for a dress and heels,
shopping as a girl can be expensive.
Then I started browsing and bought three pairs of yoga pants and tops to
workout in. I bought two tennis skirts, one in pink, one white and three
tops to go with them. I of course needed some white girls tennis shoes
and short tennis socks to match.
When I was done there was a knock on my door. It was Mike as he just
walked in. I looked at him "Hey i'm a girl now, you need to make sure
it's ok first before you just walk in my room. What if I had my bra off
or I was naked?"
He just stood there "I'm sorry, I guess this is going to take some
getting used to. Trust me, the last thing I want to see is my little
brother's tits. Nope...sorry I shouldn't have said that.
I will say though now that you aren't hiding all those changes you've
been going through, your body actually does look like a girl's. I mean
your butt is a little rounder and you have like real girls boobs," as he
looked down at my camisole and saw my boobs pushing out.
I just looked at him. "Ok Mike, so why did you come in here?".
He took his eyes off my boobs, I'm guessing that's a guy thing, even if
it's your brother that's becoming your sister, they can't help but look
at boobs. I only looked at them because I wanted a pair of my own.
"Sorry, Mom told me you had some surgery this morning? I just wanted to
come in and make sure you were all right."
I realized either he didn't want to talk about it or he didn't know.
"Yeah Dr. Price removed my balls. He found a lump on each testicle and
felt it was best to remove them both to avoid any chance of them
becoming cancerous."
Mike just stood there frozen, I know in his head, as with most guys, the
thought of having their balls removed would make them squeamish. "Oh my
God, seriously, you had your balls cut off?"
I pushed it a little farther. "Yeah, now I'm a little closer to being
your sister than your brother. I have them in a jar over here if you
want to see them?"
His eyes went wide. "What the fuck, seriously you have your balls in a
jar?"
I laughed seeing how uncomfortable it made him "No i'm just kidding. I
do appreciate you coming in to check on me. I'm pretty sore down there
and I know it's hard for you to understand but I'm happy I had them
removed. I don't expect you to be totally accepting or comfortable with
me being your transgender sister now, just know that i love you Mike and
your the best big brother i could ask for.
I know it's gonna take you and dad some time to see me as Ashley and not
Andy. Just know that I'm happy being Ashley and I've felt like a girl
since I was probably two or three years old, I just hid it from
everybody."
Mike, as most guys, wasn't much for hugs, so I got up and gave him one.
I made sure to press my boobs against him just to make him feel a little
more uncomfortable. He reluctantly hugged me back. "I love you Mike and
I'm sure next year in school I'll probably need you to support me."
He smiled. "Hey, you're my little sister now and if anybody messes with
my little sister they'll have to answer to me."
I just smiled. "Thanks big bro." As he turned and walked out of what I'm
sure was an uncomfortable situation for him.
When I was done I reached over and took the pain pills mom had left as
my groin was still pretty sore. I downed them with some water and lay
back on the bed. My long hair flowing behind my head, down onto my
shoulders and onto my pillow. I looked down at my breasts in the cups of
my bra under my camisole, so happy at the sight of them. I put my hand
down my panties and felt my empty ball sac again. Yep it was still
empty, my balls were gone.
I wondered what it would feel like to reach down there after i had my
sex change and feel a vagina. How wonderful that would be. To finally be
a girl all the way, to be rid of my penis and have two wonderful lips
down there where I could let a boy enter me and make love to me as a
girl. I knew I was a long way from that happening but I was so looking
forward to that day.
I was still a little nauseous from the surgery and whatever was in those
pain pills I got sleepy really quick.
I slowly drifted off to sleep and found myself dreaming again.... I was
sitting in a room and my Mom was spraying my hair with hair spray. I
looked around and there were probably fifteen other girls sitting at
makeup tables while women were fussing with their hair and makeup.
I looked down and I was wearing a light pink, knee length skirt with a
white blouse tucked into it. My breasts, while not huge, were bigger
than I remember and pushed out my blouse nicely.
I could feel my slip under my skirt rubbing against my nylons, looking
down I could see I was wearing a pair of close toe white heels that
looked to be about four inch.
When I looked up there was a mirror in front of me as Mom fussed with my
hair and touched up my makeup.
I smiled at the girl in the mirror and she was me. My hair was parted on
the left side and swept over my head, down over my left shoulder in soft
waves ending in big curls on my chest.
I had two inch long, silver earrings on and my makeup was perfect and
looked as good as I'd ever seen.
I had been to enough beauty pageants with my Mom to know I was wearing a
pageant interview outfit and was getting ready for a pageant interview.
When I stood up Mom grabbed a light pink jacket that matched my skirt
and helped me into it with just a hint of my blouse showing as she
buttoned it up the front.
I stood looking at myself in the full length mirror and couldn't believe
it was really me. I looked so pretty and as I looked around the room at
the other girls, I realized they had no idea that I was really a boy, I
was just another pageant girl.
As my Mom fussed with my hair and straightened out my skirt and jacket
she said to me "Just remember to smile and be happy, to answer the
questions honestly. To walk one heel in front of the other like you have
the book on your head, to be your feminine best, like we've been working
on."
I smiled still not believing the pretty pageant girl I was looking at
was really me. "I will Mom, I really feel pretty today."
She smiled. "You are pretty Ashley, now remember you're just as much of
a girl as any of these other girls. Now are you ready, you're up next".
As we walked toward the stage I overheard a girl whisper to her mom, "I
can't believe they let a boy compete as a girl". Her mom replied "It's
ok, he may look and act like a girl, but he's just a boy in a skirt."
We walked to the edge of the stage when I heard the pageant host
announce, "Our next contestant is Andy Smith".
I turned to look at Mom hearing him call me Andy and she said, "It's ok,
just go."
I walked out on the stage easily managing my heels, enjoying the feeling
of my slip and skirt as they swayed back and forth over my nylons, my
long pretty curls laying down over my breasts. I felt pretty and
feminine as I walked up to the microphone. "Hello, my name is Ashley
Smith, I'm fourteen years old and I'm from Sunnyvalley, California."
When I looked out at the three judges though I saw it was Principal
Hopkins, Matt Davis and Ben.
Matt was the first to speak "Ashley huh, is that what you changed your
name to Andy? I've always known what a sissy faggot you were, my
question to you is that now that you've accepted what a sissy you've
always been and got your balls cut off, are you going to go all the way
and get a pussy, since we all know what a pussy you've alway been."
What was going on? I felt frozen in my heels, not sure what to say.
That's when Principal Hopkins spoke "Yes Andy, or Ashley as it were. Now
that you've decided to forfeit your life as a male to prance around in
high heels and skirts, to grow breasts and change your body to that of a
female, are you ready to submit to the life of what a girl and woman
should be?
To be submissive and allow real men like you could never be, to make
your decisions for you, to know that your role now is to make yourself
pretty for boys and men to enjoy? Are you prepared for that life?"
I looked out and saw there was no one in the audience, I turned and saw
my Mom wasn't there anymore either. It was just me and the three of them
sitting there looking at me.
That's when Ben spoke. "All these years we've been friends, bros even
and the whole time you just wanted to prance around in a dress and heels
and be some sissy girl? You've probably wanted to kiss me or be my
girlfriend or something sick like that too didn't you?
You do know that no matter how long you grow your hair, how big you grow
those tits of yours or even when you get your dick cut off and get a
pussy, you'll never be a real girl right?
You'll always be a tranny freak, isn't that right Andy?"
I stood there nervously looking down at myself, i could feel tears begin
to fall down my cheeks, that's when Matt said "Look he's even crying
like a chick, what a sissy" Mr. Hopkins replied "Yes he is, a boy like
that has no place being male, his rightful place is as a girl. It's our
job to let her know her place."
Ben just looked at me with disgust in his eyes "They're both right, you
were never cut out to be a boy. Look at you, crying like some little
girl, what a fucking sissy, maybe we should come up there and cut the
rest of your dick off now you ball less freak.".....
....I woke up in my bed, brushing my hair away from my face, sweating
from the nightmare I'd just had. That was way too real. I sat up on the
edge of my bed trying to bring myself back to reality.
It was dark outside, I must have slept for a while. On my dresser was a
vase of flowers, a big pink teddy bear with a get well card.
"Didn't want to wake you, I know you girls need your beauty sleep. Hope
you're feeling better.
Love Dad."
I smiled, smelling the pretty flowers while trying to brush the bad
dream away from my mind. I took the teddy bear and hugged it close to me
as I lay back down to sleep, knowing that the dream wasn't real, but the
dream of getting to become a girl was.
I was becoming Ashley and that dream was very real and becoming more
true by the day, as I smiled trying to forget the bad dream and slowly
drifted off to sleep as the girl I was becoming.
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