He Wasn't Even A Boy! - Chapter 5

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When I completed the transition and saw myself as female for the first time, I couldn't imagine how I would cope. 

But I had a lot of help from my family and friends. During the initial seven days or so, I slowly got to know my body, and I found the more time I spent as a girl, the more natural it felt. 

Yes, it seemed bizarre at first to have breasts, but a week or two later, it felt somehow... right... to have them. Same thing with the rest of me. 

There's an analogy I can try here. If you've known someone who had a nose job, there comes a time when they feel as though they've always looked that way. They actually forget what they looked like before. The mind is very adaptable."  We all started to ask questions.  

"What was it like going back to school?"  

"The first couple of days were very strange, of course, especially using girls' bathrooms and so on. And yeah, I was teased a bit. But then something very interesting happened. 

If you look like a girl, dress like a girl, and act like a girl, most people will see you as a girl and only a girl. After a week, it seemed as though most folks barely remembered me as a boy."  

"So you dressed up all frilly at first?"  

"Not too much, I did wear a skirt the first few days. And let me tell you, nothing communicates femininity to yourself and to those around you like wearing skirts and dresses. It's a very female feeling. But I didn't go for some extreme girly-girl look. No pantyhose or crinolines. I just tried to appear as a normal teenager."  

"Yeah, I saw you kept your hair."  

"That's a big one. If you're like me, you'll feel as though the first thing you want to do is cut it all off. My advice: hold onto it for a while; you can always shorten it later. But having long hair, like the skirts, gets the point of your new gender across to everyone, including yourself."  

"But what if I don't want to 'get the point across'?" 

 "I'd recommend making the attempt anyway; the one thing you can't do is be a boy. You don't want to be in some sexually ambiguous state. You'll suffer a lot more ridicule, and you won't change a thing in any case. Wear a skirt, keep your hair, and so on, just for a few days. 

You'll fit in a lot faster, and you'll start to feel more feminine as well. After you get settled in, if you want to switch to jeans and pixie cuts, go for it." 

 "What about friends?"  

"Expect a lot of differences. With the girls, I found myself growing very close to them, and I could see things from their perspective. And I found out something else. Girlfriends communicate a whole lot better than guys do. I mean, when I was a boy, I had great friendships with other guys, but the feelings were always assumed we rarely spoke of them. 

Girls are much more direct with their support and affection for each other. I really like my circle of female friends, they're one of the big reasons I'd be reluctant to change back."  

"What about guys?"  

"I still have very good friendships with boys. But, time to be honest here. You've been male all your life, and you've had female friends. If she happens to be good-looking, then in the back of your mind, you'll have a desire for her. 

Doesn't mean you ever expect anything to come of it, any subliminal attraction you may have won't get in the way of your friendship with her. But that feeling's always in the background. 

Most girls aren't aware of this, but since I was a boy for so long, I know how boys think. So, once you are a girl, it does change how you interact with the guys."  

I thought of Sue. I'd always enjoyed my friendship with her, even in our platonic phase. But I'd had my share of fantasies then, too, I mean, she was so beautiful. If I became a pretty girl, then guys were going to have similar fantasies about me. Oy, vey!  "Same question, different topic. 

What about guys?" Another person was speaking up. 

"I can't even imagine kissing a boy, let alone having..."  

"Been there, done that, got the T-shirt." Erin smiled. "When I first changed, I didn't want sex with anyone. I figured at best I'd be a lesbian. But GB seems to produce an interesting effect; you keep your orientation. 

That is, if you were hetero as a guy, you'll be hetero as a girl. If you were gay, you'll stay that way."  

"That's so weird, I'd of thought it would be the opposite. I mean, wouldn't a gay guy love the chance to be with other guys, once he was a girl?"  

"That would seem to make sense, but it doesn't play out that way. Sexual orientation appears to be fixed, not malleable. 

Gays hit by GB still prefer to be with their own sex, which means other girls. And, as I can tell you, straights love the opposite. Once the hormones kick in, you'd be amazed how fast you'll change. It sure did for me."  

"Maybe you were really gay yourself. Not that there's anything wrong with that."  Erin laughed. 

"Nope, I was always into girls. Literally. I'd had four girlfriends since the seventh grade, and I was no virgin as a guy. But after I spent a few weeks in a girl's body, things seemed to take over."  

"I can't believe it."  Erin stood up. 

"Time for another demonstration." She walked over to the boy who'd made the comment, then she took him by the hand they stood together at the front of the class. 

I noticed the boy had not yet been changed that much by GB. She reached out her hands, cupped his face, and began to kiss him.  Automatically, his arms went around her. 

The kiss deepened, and she was clearly setting the pace. After a few moments, they were outright necking, with heavy breathing and wandering caresses. One of her hands moved toward his crotch, not quite touching. Emboldened, he reached down to the hem of her short skirt and began to lift it upwards.  

All of us were in a state of arousal, watching this scene. Erin gave a soft, feminine gasp as her skirt was raised all the way to her waist, fully revealing the pretty panties she'd teased us with earlier. I noticed the fabric of her very girly underwear was patterned with little blue roses over the white background.  

Both of them began to push their groins against each other as their passion grew. She made no move to cover up as the boy rubbed her curvy butt through her silky undies. Just when it seemed they were in danger of stripping completely, she broke away from him, panting heavily.  

He was still focused on her and with good reason. She took a few moments to collect herself, then she led him back to his chair. It occurred to me that this was probably the last time he would ever kiss a girl as a boy.  

This was mind-blowing to consider. The lovely girl in front of me - who'd just proven her orientation in a big way (I could see her erect nipples poking against her blouse) had once been a guy, over six feet tall. He'd played sports, hung out with the boys, even made love to a girl. 

But now just look at him. her!  Still a little breathless, she turned to the class. "The biggest challenge you're going to face when it comes to your sexuality as girls is not how to be attracted to boys, but rather, how to stop in time. 

As a girl, it will take a bit longer for you to become aroused, but once you do, it's very hard to resist. A female body can be very demanding; it's all too easy for a girl to just get carried away. If I'd gone that far with him in the back seat of my car, well..."  The boy asked, "Are you a virgin as a girl?"  

Erin smiled. "Yes. But I'm becoming more interested in taking the final step every day. The point I'm making here is that I was a normal guy with normal desires.

 Now, I'm a normal girl, still with normal desires. After you get a taste, most of you will be the same. And there's one other thing to consider."  

"What's that?" Todd asked.  "Wait until you get over the initial shock of transition, then I'd suggest a little personal time in a bath or bed. Just let your fingers do the walking."  She blushed prettily.  

"Are you saying?"

Yes. Oh, my yes. Once you discover ALL the pleasures of your body, being a girl will seem a lot more tolerable. It's much more intense than what I experienced as a guy. And, it helps you get into the proper frame of mind for romance. Two words: shower nozzle."  

I had to admit I was intrigued by that. What would a female orgasm feel like? 

It was difficult to envision, of course, since I couldn't even imagine having a vagina and yet, I was going to find out. Interesting...  

At that point, we took a break. We were paired up, Todd became my partner, and we led to a dormitory area. Dr. Turley explained we would need to rest as much as possible. For obvious reasons, we were a little reluctant, knowing that we could fall asleep as boys...  

And wake up as girls!  But I did feel tired, so I made no protest as Todd and I closed the door on our semi-private room, with two hotel-style beds. There was a fair amount of literature on the nightstands, including a schedule of classes. 

I noticed the aforementioned courses on hairstyling and make-up, and also saw there was a one-hour class on underwear. A whole hour? For just underwear?  Todd spoke. "So what do you think?"  

"Well, they are trying to be helpful. Knowing we're not alone makes it a lot easier to cope."  

"You said it," Todd replied. 

"Can you imagine what it was like for those first boys  turning into girls without any explanation or support?"  

"It's scary enough as it is. What did you think of Erin?" 

 "God, she's hot. I couldn't believe it when she made out with that guy."  

"I couldn't believe she flashed us. It was straight out of 'Basic Instinct'. She's definitely all girl. She seems to be pretty content, though I mean, she even likes to wear frilly panties. 

She's not the least bit butch."  Todd spoke again. "Maybe... maybe there's something to what she's saying that if we give it a chance, we might actually like it."  

"My mom said the same thing, but she's never been male, so how could she know? But I gotta admit, hearing it from Erin makes me feel better. If a jock like he must have been can enjoy it maybe we can too."  

"Let's hope so," Todd responded. 

"Because we don't seem to have a choice." He pulled off his shirt and stripped to his briefs. 

My eyes traveled to his chest, where I saw nipples even larger than mine atop two swellings that were well on their way to becoming... breasts.  

I sighed, stripped to my underwear as well, and got into bed. Despite the strange surroundings, I zonked out rather quickly.  When I woke up, there was a topless girl asleep on Todd's bed.  

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her. She was stretched out above the covers, wearing only boy's briefs, which seemed tight around her flared hips and all too loose in the crotch. She had long blonde hair cascading luxuriously over the pillow and a very cute face. 

But my eyes were riveted to her chest, where a pair of lovely breasts graced by full nipples pointed skyward. I'd never seen a girl topless in person before, and to see her chest, rising and falling with her breath, was almost inhumanly sexy to me.  

Of course, I knew it was Todd. GB was obviously finished with him... her. And as she lay there, she seemed to be having some kind of erotic dream. 

Her small hands were gently rubbing her belly as she smiled to herself, eyes still closed. A soft moan escaped from her wide lips as her hand reached still lower – into the boy's briefs that were completely unsuited for her changed body. 

I could see her hand moving about in the crotch of her underwear searching... searching.  For what she would never find again, except between the legs of a man. 

Her eyes snapped open, and a look of shock appeared. She sat up all at once, and her hands immediately reached to cup her breasts, confirming the femininity that had been inflicted on her. Ignoring me completely, she rose and stepped unsteadily to the mirror, where she saw the girl she had become.  

I found myself using the pronouns of 'her' and 'she' because that's how I saw her. Yeah, I knew that inside that pretty body was the mind of a normal boy, but there was no way I could make the connection to what my eyes saw on the outside. Todd was a girl, and if even I couldn't see the male he'd once been, then it was certain the rest of the world would not.  Todd just stood there, trying to take in the female body that was now hers. 

I saw a wide range of emotions on her face as she attempted to absorb the image in the mirror. I stepped up to help her.  

"Are you all right?" I asked possibly the most inane thing I could have said.  

"Oh God," she gasped. "It really happened to me. Somehow I thought I would just wake up and still be a boy... but I'm a g... gir... girl!"  I said nothing, reaching out to touch her, when suddenly I felt a ferocious itching in my nipples. 

A great lassitude seemed to come over me, and I staggered. Todd caught me just as I fell, and she helped me back to my bed. I lay down, struggling to stay awake.  Todd spoke. "I think it's your turn now, Jack," she said sadly.  

I knew she was right, but I tried to fight it. 

I was finally at the moment of truth, and despite my attempts to steel myself for what was about to happen, I felt pure panic. I couldn't even talk; all I could do was mentally plead for help, useless, of course. 

Oh, please stop this! I don't want to be a girl! I don't want to wear bras, I don't want to have a...a pussy! Please let me stay a boy! 

I want to grow up to be a man, not a woman! Please...  But I might as well have been talking to the Borg. Resistance was futile.  

I could actually feel myself changing with every second, could feel the new vagina delving deep between my legs. GB was winning its final victory, transforming me into the young woman I was doomed to be. 

It was like a near-death experience as I felt more and more distant from my body. After a few minutes, I simply passed out.  

When I awoke, I knew. I didn't have to touch my chest or reach down below; I could sense it through every inch of my form.  I was no longer a boy.  

I was now a girl.  This wasn't some gradual realization; it was instantaneous. If I had to pick one feeling above all others, it would be my chest. Lying on my back, I had to look UP to see my huge nipples, which tingled a bit from the cool air. And the breasts? 

They were enormous! Horrified, I sat up, my tiny hands reached to cup my new chest, my nipples instantly hardened against my palms.  

My god, my breasts were so heavy! I felt their weight tugging firmly against my torso as I leaned forward. An hour ago, my chest was that of an 11-year-old. Now, I had the body of a woman!  

But I was distracted by the cape of hair sweeping across my shoulders and down my back. I could actually sense the pressure of the long hair pulling against my scalp. I stood up unsteadily. 

Between the heaviness of my gigantic breasts and lengthy tresses, it was a wonder I didn't fall over.  I took my first tottering steps, which felt so different, so wrong. 

My legs seemed to be incorrectly attached to my hips, hips that were as wide as my shoulders. Jesus, I'm a freak! I've been turned into some hyper-voluptuous Playboy centerfold! My... tits are bouncing around like Anna Nicole Smith! I must look like a stripper! 

 I pulled my boys' briefs down silky smooth legs and lurched over to the mirror.  And amazingly, I felt relieved. My reflection was not that of an overdeveloped bimbo from a late-night Cinemax movie.  What I saw in the mirror was normal.  For a girl, that is.  A naked teenage girl.  

This was the first time in my life I'd ever actually seen a naked girl. I'd dreamed of the first moment when the mystery of a woman's body would finally be revealed to me. I just never expected the body to be mine! To be sure, Hal and I had pored over Penthouse just like most adolescent boys. 

So I had some idea of the appearance of the nude female form. And despite our youth and inexperience, we were aware enough to know that 'real' girls wouldn't look so over-the-top anyway.  But to see an unclad young woman in person... well! 

The mirror revealed her in all her feminine glory. She had a very cute face, full lips, and absolutely huge blue eyes. Her fine, light brown hair was very long, very straight, and fell all the way down to the small of her back. Her shoulders and arms were quite slim, but not emaciated. 

Her breasts were indeed large, but hardly centerfold quality. I couldn't guess their size; her small frame made perspective difficult. 

They seemed very rounded, though, not pointy at all. Her rib cage tapered down to a narrow waist, flaring back out to hips that were wide, but somehow seemed a bit smaller than what many girls her age might have. Her legs may have been her best feature, very smooth and elegant.  Overall, her body was extremely athletic for a girl. 

And of course, my eyes were drawn to the place between her legs rising all at once from the base of her belly the thin delta of dark brown hair that looked like an arrow, pointing to her... vagina. Her crotch was clearly female, the pinkish lips just visible beneath the downy curls. 

I stared, mesmerized. She was very pretty, almost beautiful. Her body was wonderfully proportioned for a young woman who exercised regularly.  This is what I've become?