He Wasn't Even A Boy! - Chapter 15

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I was embarrassed at having my girlhood so explicitly placed on display for his gratification. The physical proof of my fragility. I felt wet and vulnerable and open.  My hips continued to make the tiniest bucking movements, still seeking... penetration. 

My feminine sculpted in the sheerest of silk. God, what a sight! Breathing deeply, I realized to my shame and delight that I was only a few moments away from yet another orgasm.  

He must have known it too. He continued. "After all, Stephanie, what is a woman but a creature of her feelings? Her emotions drive who and what she is. Consider your current position. You'd do anything to achieve... satisfaction right now, would you not?"  

"Ye... yes. Oh, yes," I gasped huskily. 

I was beyond reason at this point.  

"So you can see, Stephanie, what you are. Females such as yourself are ruled by their bodies. You are now subject to womanly passions that demonstrate how inappropriate manhood would have been for you. It really is for the best, young lady. Don't you agree?"  

"Ye... yes"  

"So you admit you were not worthy of boyhood. You were meant to be a girl."  

"Yes," I was gasping, my orgasm drawing closer.  "Say it." 

 "I... I was meant to be a girl."  

"You never should have been a boy." His hand hovered tantalizingly close to my utterly feminine crotch, promising the relief I so desperately needed.  "No... I never should have been a boy."  "And you submit to your fate as a female." 

 "Yes... I oh!" I cried out as my thighs tingled in anticipation.  "Finish it, Stephanie."  

"Yes... I... I accept my fate... I'm a, I'm a girl." Almost there! 

Oh please...  "And you've done a fine job of demonstrating that. After all, only someone who was a true girly-girl would wear panties so pretty. Let's have a touch, shall we?"  

With that, he took my hand, moved it to my hips, and dragged my forefinger against the wet crotch of my women's underpants just a single stroke. The barest caress of my vagina. He was very careful not to touch me himself.  

That was all it took. Yet another orgasm more intense yet. He actually had to muffle my mouth with his hand as I writhed on his lap, moaning and gasping, my vagina contracting over and over as I came with a power I couldn't have imagined as a boy. 

Oh yess,  Finally, it was over, the last quiverings of my new sex faded. I slowly rejoined reality, completely drained. In more ways than one, for my underwear was drenched with yet another round of... girl juice. 

I stood unsteadily and made my way to the front of his desk. I felt an amazing mixture of shame and... satisfaction. What I had just done filled me with embarrassment, but mitigated by the sheer pleasure of the sexual delight.  

To give you an image of what I looked like at that moment, standing in a daze before him, think back to the movie 'Ace Ventura: Pet Detective'. At the climax, Ace battles Lieutenant Einhorn, nearly knocking her out. Stunned and disoriented, she staggers about while Ace strips her down to her underwear to prove she's really a man. 

Now imagine an 18-year-old girl in Sean Young's place, and you get the picture.  By the way, I'm appreciating transgender people a lot more these days.  

Mr. Grogan looked at me with a mixture of ardor and power. 

He spoke. "Well, Miss Lind, I believe discipline has been restored. You do appreciate the importance of following proper procedure when leaving class?"  "Yes, sir."  "So, do you promise to be a good little girl?"  

"Yes, sir."  

"Say it," he said forcefully.  

"I'll be a good little girl, sir." I felt still more shame at acknowledging my female condition.  "Then I trust there will be no repetition of this incident."  

God, I hope not! "No, sir."  

"And I believe you also have a better understanding of a woman's place in comparison to a man's. Since you are now a girl and will someday become a woman yourself, you should know your new status."  

He didn't have to spell out what he thought my new 'status' was; I'd just proved it to both of us. I reluctantly nodded, not so much in agreement, but just to get this over with.  

"Very well, Stephanie. You're excused."  He handed me a hall pass for the nurse. 

I barely had the presence of mind to put on my skirt before I left his office. I walked slowly to the infirmary, trying to make some sense of what had happened. I was very confident that I was the first girl Mr. Grogan had tried such a stunt with. 

A public high school is not the Catholic Church; administrators are too terrified of lawsuits to tolerate serial molesters.  So Mr. Grogan had singled me out because of my unique status as a GB female. I'd read enough Penthouse letters to have an idea of what he was about. 

I knew S/M existed, and that it was based on the dominant/submissive relationship. He apparently got off on being a dominant. And it was pretty obvious I'd just played the submissive role all too easily. Somehow, the fact that I used to be a boy made my surrender to him still more intense for both of us.  S/M games (from what I'd read) place great stock on humiliation and control. 

Mr. Grogan's interest in me was undoubtedly piqued by my new and very feminine condition. He perceived my change as humiliating in and of itself, which made toying with me all the more satisfying to him. After all, a boy who's been turned into a girl against his will has already been degraded at least in the eyes of some. 

That makes the dominant's control all the more delicious. The submissive has lost power over his very gender, betrayed by his/her own body, into an inferior state. Stripped of his masculinity, forced to be a helpless girl. The power of the penis transformed into the vulnerability of the vagina, a female ready to be mastered by a man.  

Worse yet was the undeniable realization that I'd actually... enjoyed it myself. Was this the true core of femininity? I couldn't credit it because it didn't connect with what I knew of the women and girls in my life. 

Mom, Sue, Becky, these people were completely womanly, and yet they were no wallflowers. Each of them was strong and would not accept being treated condescendingly.  

Yet I had. Yes, Mr. Grogan had blackmailed me with the detention threat. But I knew if I'd pushed back, I could have escaped. Coach Bradford would have persuaded the principal to reinstate me. 

I didn't have to do what I did. To be sure, I was still off-balance by my body's... sexual spasms. And Mr. Grogan had certainly taken advantage of that.  But I'd read that submissives have power, too. 

They can set limits to the extent of their surrender. If they choose not to, well... it's their call. I also knew from my readings that S/M roles are not gender specific. 

Men can (and often do) take on the compliant character, and women play aggressors. So being a girl, in and of itself, did not mean I had to be sexually humiliated as a matter of course.  Which meant, deep inside me, some core liked to surrender control. 

Maybe it had always been there, but becoming female had 'outed' me. What was more bizarre was how that contrasted with my attitude on the track. When pitted against opponents in a race, I wanted to RULE them, to demonstrate my power over them. My newfound femininity had not altered that one whit. 

 So to have this other part of me desire the opposite to let myself be at the mercy of another was truly a shock to discover. It made no sense, unless my personality was seeking some kind of balance between extremes.  People are weird, you know?  I convinced the nurse I needed attention from the town clinic without having to give him any gory details.

 So a short time later, I found myself outside Dr. Wilson's office. I stared at the OB-GYN plate on her door, reflecting on how my life had changed. I now had to visit the 'gynie'.  Dr. Wilson opened the door and invited me in. This was the first time we'd met since GB, and she studied me closely.  

"I understand you're Stephanie, now."  I nodded yes.  "Well, Stephanie, I see you've completed the physical transition. How are you feeling?"  

"I was hanging in there for a while, Doctor, but something strange has been going on for the last day or so."  

"What seems to be the problem?" she asked in the classic physician's manner.  I took a deep breath. This was going to be embarrassing. On the other hand, I was getting used to embarrassment. "Doctor, I keep having these tremendous, overwhelming... orgasms."  She looked at me nonplussed. "Most girls wouldn't see that as a problem."  

"But I'm not stimulating myself. They just happen! I was sitting in class, then all of a sudden, my body went out of control. I barely got out of sight. While it's hitting me, I can't even keep my legs together. I know I've got some adjusting to do as a girl, but this can't possibly be normal."  

"How many times has this taken place?"  I counted back. "Three in the last day. They're getting more intense, too. It's almost like an attack except for how good it feels."  

"And there's no intimate contact beforehand?"  

"No." I wasn't going to explain my 'encounter' with Principal Grogan.  "You're right, Stephanie. It's not normal. But it's also not unprecedented. I think I'd better have a look at things." 

 And so I endured my second gynecological exam. Once again, I assumed the position naked below the waist, legs splayed wide, while Doctor Wilson poked and prodded my most personal body parts. This could be the worst thing about being a girl so far. I loathed the complete loss of dignity; at least the doctor was a woman. 

I couldn't imagine a male physician this way. During the inspection, I heard her remark 'incredible' under her breath.  

"Is something wrong?"  "I'm sorry, Stephanie, that was unprofessional of me. It's just so amazing to see the effect of GB on a boy. I've been an OB/GYN for 15 years. I've examined hundreds of women and girls, and there's nothing to indicate you weren't born this way. 

I'm astonished at how completely female GB has made you."  

"Not as astonished as I am."  She chuckled. "No, I suppose not. You can get dressed now." Gratefully, I pulled on my panties and skirt while she removed her gloves and made some notes.  

"By the way, Stephanie, that's a very cute outfit. I'm glad to see you in such feminine clothes. You seem to be adjusting well. Now, as for the results, there are no abnormalities at all. 

Your vulva, vagina, and cervix are healthy and well within the parameters I'd expect to find for a teenage girl."  

"So what's causing this?"  "I'll want to do some more readings before I commit to this, but your phenomenon is not unique. Spontaneous orgasms can occur, particularly for women. Other GB girls have reported it before you."  

"Why?"  

"It works like this, Stephanie. You are on a hormonal rollercoaster right now. To help the transition from boy to girl, GB flooded your body with an excess of female hormones, including those that affect sexual arousal. 

Eventually, you'll settle into a more normal range,e but for the moment, you've got elevated levels of the chemicals that drive your libido."  She paused to think, then she asked me point-blank. 

"Have you masturbated since becoming a girl?" 

 "No!" I said, my face reddening. "I haven't even explored... down below." 

 "Well, I suggest you start, Stephanie. To put it colloquially, your vagina is trying to get your attention. And she can be a stubborn little thing. If you ignore her, she'll make her needs known one way or another." 

 I was amused to hear Doctor Wilson assign my vagina a personality and pronoun. I'd done the same thing with my penis as a boy.  

"Simply put, Stephanie, I think you should get to know your body better. Give yourself a little TLC, and I expect your accidental orgasms will... come... to an end," she laughed.  

"But how?"  

"I'm no Jocelyn Elders, I'm not going to give you step-by-step instructions. But speaking as a woman, foreplay is a must to get in the mood. Find a nice, relaxing environment and start slowly and gently. If you're like most girls, the clitoris will be the focus, but take your time getting there. Your breasts can be a great help." 

 God, this was so surreal having a woman physician give me pointers on how to 'flick my clit!' I got up to leave, but Dr. Wilson stopped me.  

"Stephanie, I have one off-the-record question. How do male and female orgasms compare?"  I thought about it. 

"They don't, really. I mean, the sensation is so different. As a guy, I felt like I was exploding from a single point. As a girl, it feels as if my whole body is overwhelmed by this... this wave of electricity."  

"Is one more intense than the other?" She seemed very curious.  

"I think it's going to be a lot more intense as a girl, once I figure it all out."  "Well then, you should start practicing. Thanks for indulging me, Stephanie. I've read a lot about GB girls comparing their before-and-after sexuality, but I'm still fascinated by what it would be like to experience arousal from both genders' perspective."  

I got the feeling she was hoping the female side of things had the edge. I still wasn't convinced one way or the other, but... "Doctor, as far as... orgasms go, I think as girls we've got the better end of the deal. Of course, I'm not telling any of the guys that. 

I don't want them to get jealous." She smiled and invited me to call her if I had any more problems.  Back at school, I attempted to get on a more even keel. I figured two mind-bending orgasms would be enough to keep my body calm for the rest of the day. 

I ran into my circle from time to time, carefully avoiding a direct response to Hal's 'How was your morning?' I could just imagine the look on his face if I answered, "Not bad. The principal stripped me half-naked and spanked me, after which I came all over his lap. But enough about me, how are you?"  

No, I wasn't going to go there. Especially with the tingly feeling I got while talking to the guy. I gave a noncommittal response and quickly said goodbye to Hal. 

I could tell he was hurt, but how could I get him to understand the reason I was distancing myself from him was not because I didn't want to be with him, but rather because I wanted to be with him a little too much? 

I couldn't take any chances on my body spinning out of control again.  I did get one nice surprise from Sue, though.  "Stephanie, would you be willing to come to a gathering at my house this Saturday?"  

"Of course. What did you have in mind?"  

"Actually, I was thinking of a twofer. We'd start with a co-ed pool bash and then have girls-only for the rest of the night."  

"You... you're inviting me to a slumber party?"  She laughed. 

"Well, we usually don't call it that these days, but yeah..."  I was a bit uncertain. Hmmm. "Okay, I guess."  

"Don't worry, Stephanie, we aren't going to have any Wiccan rituals. It's just that this may be the last chance for many of us to get together before we graduate. It'll be fun and it's good practice for you." 

 "Practice?"  "You know, all that secret girl stuff boys wonder about," she stage-whispered conspiratorially.  

"All right, I'm in."  "Great. I can't wait to take you bikini-shopping!"  "Hold on, Sue, bikini?" I said disbelievingly. 

 "Well, of course, silly, it's a pool party, too. We've got to look cool for the guys. Hal's going to be there as well. Bye!" She smiled winningly and swirled away.  I just stood there in disbelief. I was going to have to wear a bikini? In front of boys? In front of Hal?  

Now that really made me uneasy. I'd been to a few pool parties in the past, and like all guys, I'd delighted in the vision of my female classmates wearing skimpy bathing suits. 

So I knew exactly what the boys would be thinking as I paraded around in front of them clad in a costume more revealing than my underwear.  Yet the thought of guys drooling over me was not quite as repulsive as it was a few days ago. 

My encounter with Arleen made it evident that a romance with another girl would not get the job done for me. 

That meant boys, and like it or not... oh, hell... I just liked it. There's something gratifying to the ego about being an attractive female. 

Even if a girl doesn't want a particular guy at a particular moment, just knowing that she's desirable to them is still a thrill.  So I knew I'd be at Sue's party...dressed appropriately.