Crossdressing fiction one of the t-girls

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Inst a pill. inst a pill and then I’ll be a woman? I never knew it could be that easy. Should it be that
easy? Should it be that easy to change your entire person, your entire life. in a matter of seconds?
The pills themselves were a work in progress. and the company marketing them had a contract as
thick as a phone book for me to sign. and the litany of risks that catne with any procedure like that
was enough to make tny head spin. I wasn’t even sure if that was what I wanted. or if I was maybe
going too far looking for somewhere to belong. I still hadn’t tried chess club yet, leaping into anoth-
er body. potentially dangerously, definitely permanently. was a huge decision for an eighteen year
old to make. That was what tnade it so surprising when I felt the slight resistance of pen on paper,
and then the flourish of a signature. My life. signed away. but my soul. hopefully free.

I’d been told the transformation was often rather severe in terms of discomfort, so I was happy that I
managed to remain unconscious throughout. Succumbing to the anaesthetic. I felt my body fade and
my mind separate from space and time, stretching ever upward. kissing the stars and twirling ever
onward. I felt as if I’d died. and there was no evidence to the contrary. not until the unholy brighb
ness flickered through an absentminded gap in my eyelids. filled the front of my brain with a numb.
dull. pain. and woke me into the life of a woman.

The first thing I remember is being heavy. No. Not so much heavy as my weight being distributed
strangely. It was my chest. which had budded and then some into quite the generous endowment.
Sitting up was a struggle with them inst iutting out into the air. I’d never considered how it might
feel. I’d only sort of had the picture in my head of what it might be like. There was blonde hair rest-
ing on my shoulders. there was a beautiful woman in the mirror across from me. and to my complete
astonishment. she had a smile on her face.

I was given six weeks of further treatment at the facility. wherein my vitals were maintained and an
ongoing psychiatric evaluation had been booked. I didn’t think I needed one, but on the recommen-
dation of my doctor. I finally caved and agreed to see the shrink. They’d set me up with a new ward-
robe. and my apartment had been scrubbed of any signals of my previous life. This wasn’t a callous
or overreaching measure. just a natural one. I needed to move on as there was no way to reverse the Y
chromosome removal. and living in the shadow of a lost life was no way to continue.

With the all clear. I was able to leave the hospital. but not without some considerable steeling of my
nerves. Wearing the body of a woman… No… Living as a woman, was going to be the greatest chal-
lenge I’d ever encountered. and staying inside for a little while longer was so tnuch easier than
having to admit what I’d done to myself. While feeling very naked. alone and frightened. I walked
through the automatic doors at the head of the facility, and took my first step into the real world. It
smelled different. slightly bland compared to the chemicals of the hospital. I took a mental picture
to remember the tnoment, because from then on I wasn’t coming back.

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Sissy fiction i guess i love ladyboys

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So a few hours later I was in a very interesting position. Hopefully the only interesting position I
would be in that night. Not only had I transformed into a woman a few months earlier, not only
was I now going on a date with a man, not only was I very excited about going on a date with a
man, but I was going on a date with my worst enemy. The thought of it was so ugly and repellent,
and yet I couldn’t wipe the fucking smile off my face. What was I doing to myself? Was it some-
thing to do with my new body? There was this strange excitement running through me that I
couldn’t control. He’d been there, and then we were talking, and then he left with my phone
number.

The old me fought well and hard, he didn’t want me to go, he begged me to stay in my chair, or
lie on my bed and play video games. But he’d been a bitter guy, angry and hate filled. I couldn’t
feel anything but excitement. I couldn’t feel anything but the promise that I was going to have a
good time. I dressed as well as I could, surfacing a dress that had been bought for me mostly as a
joke, finding some heels and prepping my makeup as carefully as possible. This was the first time
you could say I’d ever dressed like a girl.

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My parents were over the moon when they found out I had a date, though they had naturally as-
sumed it was with a girl, as that had been my preference once. I didn’t know if that was still the
case in that moment. When I mentioned it was a man they were a little taken aback, but gave me
their support anyway. I had been kind of hoping for a little push back, a part of me had been
anyway, so I’d have a reason to blow him off. Now it was looking like I had no choice but to blow
him.

Jokes. But still, thoughts like that were very prevalent in my head. Thoughts like that gripped me
with fear and adrenaline and sweet arousal. I was doing something I’d never done before, with no
knowledge of how it was going to turn out. I’d been turned into a woman, but I’d never acted like
one before, never dressed like one, never loved like one. I was hoping for things to go slow no
matter what happened. I hadn’t made my mind up about what I thought about such a strange situa-
tion.

He picked me up in his Porsche, which I had not been expecting. He was wearing the fanciest suit
I’d ever seen, and kissed me lightly on the cheek when he received me. I felt so exposed in that
dress, but he made me feel calm. I got in the passenger seat, and saw a girl in the mirror. She
looked so beautiful and content Butterflies. Butterflies everywhere.

We rolled up at the most expensive restaurant in town, and were escorted to our own private
dining room. I knew he was rich, but I never knew how much. As it turned out, he’d been very suc-
cessful in professional boxing, something i’d never been interested in before. He’d stopped me in
the street because he’d never seen someone quite so lovely as me. I blushed, but he pressed on.
Serious. He had never seen someone who so piqued his interest before. He asked me what I wanted
in life, and for a second I stumbled, not knowing what to say.

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Kylie had to really feel them to know that what see was seeing was real and that she was not dreaming. After knowing that what she saw was real she needed a minute to adjust to the new situation. Because when last night started she was Kyle. He remembers that he took a girl home but after that everything is one big
blur.

Now 5 e is aving eminine curves, wearing gir s on . erwear an . aving ong air
and a soft girlish skin. But Kylie has to admit that she is very pleased with the
change.

What has happened was not important for her. But how she could explore the new
possibilities in the best manner was now running through her mind because she had
to adapt to new fashion, new behaviors, new feelings and even to new relations.

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