Bitterness

by Alex MacLeod

  

Often in TG stories you have happy endings. The main character, a boy who has been irreversibly feminised by either his family, friends or some random person, accepts his new femininity and blossoms into the woman he was always supposed to be. My story doesn't have a happy ending though. I didn't accept my new femininity and forgive my parents for what they did. They ruined my life. Because of them I am now a man trapped in a woman's body. Now I am no longer able to hang out with my mates or chase girls or play manly sports, instead I'm supposed to do feminine things like knitting and other pointless activities that just frustrate and annoy the unfortunate person who has to endure them. Because of them, because of my parents, because of what they did to me I hate myself.

It started when I was fifteen. I was a regular teenage tearaway, always getting into fights, drinking, taking drugs, chasing girls and occasionally getting arrested. I hung out with a group of lads about my age. There were six of us and we thought we were the hardest people on the planet. If anyone messed with us they messed with the gang. If a girl dumped someone in the gang we'd all throw eggs at that girls house and terrorise the girls parents by phoning their house and hanging up before they could answer the phone. Noone messed with us. Which is what led to the incident involving Kelly.

Kelly Whitmore was a new girl to our school and she was the 'bomb'. She had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, a cute button nose and most importantly huge tits. She was fine and was going to be ours. We drew straws to see who would be going out with her and Archie won. So we invited her to a party at Phil's house where Archie asked her out and got rejected. We told her that you don't reject someone in our gang but she still refused to go out with him and told us she was leaving.

We followed her home that night and raped her.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) in England (where we all lived) you have to be sixteen to be given a prison sentence. I was the youngest in the gang and hadn't quite turned sixteen so unlike the others I didn't get any jail time. However I was punished. A few weeks earlier a bill was past that enabled, in certain circumstances, the victim to decide the fate of the person who committed the crime against them. The judge on my case liked this new bill and asked the traumatised girl how she wanted me to be punished. I was not told what she wanted but was told that my punishment would occur when I turned sixteen. Until then I would have to take special pills to 'calm me down'.

Of course those 'special pills' were oestrogen pills and caused my body to abort my male puberty and instead start developing like into the body of a teenage girl. My hips got bigger, my body hair thinned, my head hair grew longer and I started to develop breasts. This worried me obviously and I told my parents who took me to a doctor who told me this was common problem that many teenage boys had and that my small breasts would soon disappear and I would grow up to be a normal boy. Yer right.

My body became more and more feminine as I approached my Sixteenth birthday and I was taken to my doctor again who told me that I had a severe case of Gyncholia and that an operation would have to be performed on me to correct this, but I could only have the operation if I signed a form that indicated that this was what I wanted. In short he told me if I didn't sign the form I would never grow up to be a 'real' boy. Obviously I signed the form.

However the only day that they could conduct the surgery was my birthday. So on my birthday I went into hospital expecting to emerge as a strong, masculine man. Instead, when I awoke, I had a vagina.

I was not given much time to dwell on the matter however as moments after I awoke a group of policemen burst into my hospital room and arrested me. I was thrown into jail. As according to all of my details I was still a male I was thrown into a men's jail. I was placed in a cell containing my five former friends and gang members. They raped me.

I was released from jail the next day. The first person I saw when I was released was Kelly Whitmore. She told me what she'd said to the judge my punishment should be. She told her 'I should be treated how she had been.'

Being no longer male I was sent to a girl's school after that. I ran away after five days. Now I live on the streets of London having to 'earn' money to survive. Now I'm a prostitute.

It's been three years since I was turned into a girl. I've hated every minute of my new life. In fact until yesterday I had been depressed every day since the change. Yesterday I was happy though. Yesterday I was very happy. Yesterday I learnt that Kelly Whitmore had been in a car crash. She'd been badly injured. Very badly injured. So badly in fact that the doctors said she'd never be able to have kids. Just like me.

  

  

  

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