My Life as a Girl Begins
The next morning I woke up and immediately realized that something
was different. Of course it was the feeling of my breasts and the sleep
bra of my nightie. My hands went down and I felt my pad and knew that I
was sort of a girl and had been that way all night.
I got up and went into the bathroom to pee. Even though I didn’t have
to, I sat on the toilet like a girl. I removed my nightgown and panties.
I disposed of my pad in the wastebasket. It was kind of damp. Before I
went to bed my aunt had told me to shave my legs and the other areas I
had shaved the day before. I did that even more carefully than the day
before. I didn’t mind as much since I liked being smooth. I took a
scented bath. After I dried myself I looked in the full length mirror. I
had a girl’s body except in one respect. I saw my polished toenails,
long polished fingernails, my four gold studs, and my breasts. With my
girl’s hairstyle I looked like a girl even without makeup. The only
problem was what hung between my legs. I wondered what I would look like
with a vagina and a perfectly smooth contour between my legs. The idea
didn’t seem that bad.
I put on my pink robe. When I went into the bedroom I found a new set
of clothing on the bed. There was a clean bra, panties, pantyhose and a
skirt and top. I got a fresh pad and put on my panties. As I put on my
bra I actually felt good about it. I now liked the way my bra supported
and enhanced my breasts. I got through the day before wearing a bra and
I knew it wouldn’t be bad at all. I even liked the feeling of the bra
band and the underwire cups lifting my breasts up. The constant reminder
I had breasts that my bra provided made me feel quite feminine. I
carefully put on my pantyhose. I really liked the feel the pantyhose
gave my shaved legs. I still had a little trouble with the pantyhose,
but managed. I took a look in the mirror and even without makeup I
looked like a girl. I twisted my four gold studs. I put my skirt, top
and a pair of hells on. I wondered how I could live this way every day.
I was still not sure I wanted to be a girl. I felt I looked pretty good
though. Feeling feminine wasn’t so bad. I knew that guys had no idea how
it feels for girls to wear bras and pantyhose.
My aunt spent an hour teaching me how to put on my makeup. A second
set of the makeup she had purchased was in one of the drawers of my
vanity. She had also purchased a makeup mirror. It was strange to be
putting on the foundation, powder and blush. I did a pretty good job
with the lip liner and lipstick. The hardest part was doing my eyes. I
knew girls did this every day, but it was so much work putting on the
eye liner, eyebrow pencil, shadow and mascara. After I was finished I
did have to say that the makeup made me look a lot more attractive. My
aunt showed me how to brush my hair and put on some jewelry. I was a
girl for the day.
I spent the morning sitting on my bed reading some magazines aimed at
teenage girls. My aunt had bought them for me. I don’t know why, but I
got interested. As I looked over the ads for makeup, lingerie and
clothing I started to wonder how I would look in them. There were ads
for bathing suits. I knew that I would have a lot of trouble passing in
a revealing bikini. I knew that the fact that I wouldn’t be able to
adequate conceal my privates would be a giveaway in spite of how
feminine my face was. My breasts were adequate for a bikini top though.
When I was looking at an ad for bras I was considering asking my aunt to
buy me that brand and style. I immediately realized that something
different was happening to me. As a boy I would ogle a bra ad and get
turned on. Now I was viewing it as a girl would and considering getting
one to actually wear. I knew I would be in a bra from now on and I guess
I had started to regard bras as essential underwear. If my aunt’s plans
were carried out I would become physically female and I would live the
rest of my life as a woman. I would always be wearing a bra and have
shaved legs and underarms. I felt a kind of femininity start to take
hold of me.
Over the next couple of week I just kind of stayed in my room or
watched TV except when my aunt took me out shopping or to eat. I did not
dare contact any of my friends and when they called my aunt told them I
was staying with my cousin for the summer. Every day it got a little
easier. I really started to like my skirts and tops and especially
having breasts and wearing a bra. I was getting used to the bra and
barely knew I had one on. I guess girls got used to their bras in the
same way. When I walked in my high heels it made me feel really sexy.
There was always that feeling of my nylon covered legs rubbing together.
Each time I went out it got easier. I now realized that I did not
have anything to worry about. I would not be suspected of being a boy.
On one outing I did not wear pantyhose. I had bare legs. I wore the firm
control brief to keep things in place. I wore nice open toed sandals
with four inch heels. I loved the way my polished toenails were exposed.
Shopping for girl’s things was starting to be very enjoyable. Another
thing that I started to like was to sit in the mall with my legs crossed
and watch the boys check me out. I knew they couldn’t help being turned
on. I even got used to the women’s fitting rooms and going into the
ladies room. I liked touching up my makeup. When in public I enjoyed
being as feminine as I could. I guess I liked to show off my femininity,
especially to boys. I was starting to look at them differently. That
applied to girls as well. Girls were more to check out for their
clothing, makeup, and the way the acted. Boys, on the other hand, got me
pretty aroused. It brought my femininity to the surface.
I started to spend a lot of my spare time reading the magazines and
even a couple of romance novels. I identified with the female
characters. I was starting to get obsessed with my feminine appearance.
Even the painful task of plucking my eyebrows was something I liked to
do. I experimented with my makeup much to my aunt’s delight. I now loved
to shop for new makeup in different colors. My nails were growing out
and it wouldn’t be long before my nails were all mine and the tips were
On My Own at the Mall
My aunt let me go shopping at the mall by myself. She gave me a
credit card and said I could buy whatever I wanted. The only
requirements were that my skirts had to be no longer than mid-thigh, my
tops sleeveless, and my shoes were to have heels at least four inches
long. I loved shopping for girl’s clothing by myself. I liked being with
other girls. It made me feel that I was just like them. I started to
chat with them. My aunt had bought me some CDs that were aimed at
teaching transsexuals how to speak as females. I worked on my voice a
lot in private and none of the girls I spoke to seemed to find my voice
strange. I especially liked the lingerie department where I could spend
as much time as I wanted looking at bras and panties. I couldn’t imagine
not wearing a bra now. I loved showing off my breasts. The only thing I
did not like about my new body was the thing between my legs. I really
didn’t want a penis any longer. I wanted to have a totally smooth
crotch. I knew that was the only thing left that prevented me from being
a girl in every way. I bought some nice jewelry and added to my
collection of makeup. I had quite a few different shades of nail polish
and loved the way my fingernails looked.
An Interesting Incident in the Ladies Room
I loved everything feminine now. I had all sorts of girls stuff in my
purse. I also liked to try different perfumes and I always smelled nice.
I chatted with other girls in ladies room as I touched up my makeup. One
really interesting exchange took place when a girl my age tried to get a
pad out of the dispenser. It was empty.
“Damn, I need a pad,” she said to herself.
“I have a spare,” I said as I took out one of my Kotex pads and gave
it to her.
“Oh thank you so much. Periods are so damn annoying,” she replied.
“Tell me about it,” I said laughing. What would she say if she knew I
wore a pad 24 hours a day every day and I never had or would have a
She went into the stall and changed her pad. After she came out she
introduced herself as Cathy. She was alone and she asked if I wanted to
shop with her. I said I would and we spent several hours shopping and
commenting about boys. I had to make a few things up, but the incredibly
feminine experience of being with her as another girl was wonderful. We
even helped each other try on some bras. She had larger breasts than I
did, but my breasts were large enough so she never suspected I wasn’t a
girl. Even the sight of her bare breasts didn’t arouse me like it would
a boy. After all, I had breasts too and I was wearing a bra.
We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to get together at the mall
again. I knew I would like to shop with her again and get more insight
into how girls acted with each other without the presence of boys. After
being with a girl in intimate settings I knew that I could pass for a
girl under all but a situation where I was totally naked.
It was finally time for me to be able to wear regular earrings. My
aunt let me go by myself to buy them. I was so excited. I selected
several pairs of hoops in various sizes, some new studs with larger
balls than my starter studs, and numerous styles with ear wires. After I
got home I removed my four studs and tried on the earrings I had
purchased. I loved the way I looked. My favorite combination was a pair
of hoops in each ear. I used a really large size in my lower pierces and
a smaller size in my upper pierces. I still needed to have something in
my pierces 24 hours a day and after I got new earrings I still put my
four studs back in at night. Eventually I could go without my studs at
night, but I wanted to wait several months for my four holes to heal
After the weeks I had spent living full time as a girl I knew I
wanted to be a girl forever and be completely female. I wanted a vagina
more than anything in the world. I told my aunt that I now wanted to
become a girl in every way and as soon as possible. She was delighted
and suggested I get my breast implants as the next step along with
permanent laser electrolysis for any facial hair I had. I wouldn’t need
to use any depilatory creams as I had done for the little fuzz on my
My doctor had increased my female hormones to the pre-op transsexual
dose and this would speed up the feminization of my body. I couldn’t
wait to get implants that would increase my breasts to a D cup. The boys
would go nuts looking at my boobs. Being a girl was so much more
exciting than being a boy. My aunt said she would make arrangements for
the breast implants I now wanted so badly.