Boy to Princess

by Jennifer Allison

part 5 - First Meeting

 

It has been two weeks since I found out I was heir to the throne of my country - and to the curse that went with it. I call it a curse. But it was just Mother Nature's way of selecting a new ruler to my country.

I change sex every twenty-four hours.

One day I am Dean, the next I am Jennifer.

Since I am still sixteen, I still have to attend High school; I do so in both forms.

Also, since we don't want the world to know of my said curse, only Mr. Cervantes the school's principal knows my secret.

So today, I had to take the same test I had took the day before in Ancient History. The instructor did changes a few questions, but not many. So to make sure nothing looked out the ordinary, I missed a couple questions on purpose. It wasn't that hard. The day before I guessed on these same questions. All I did was make another guess.

 

Today I am making my first trip out of the country.

Within 24 hours of finding out who I was and what the curse entailed. , I realized I would need professional help. Especially in the Sexual Identity field. So one of my first orders to the Prime Minister, who I will refer to as the PM, . "Find someone to help me."

As with most politicians, he assigned the job to someone else. Dr. Withers 'Noted historian who found out how Mother Nature would select the new ruler when to the old blood line ran out.' was given the job.

Today, the two of us are going to meet with this Dr. Abrams.

Dr. Withers explained to me why I had to travel all the way to the USA, to see this Dr. Abrams.

"Dr. Abrams is under house arrest and they had pulled her passport. She has been court ordered to reveal a patient/doctor confidence. And she has refused to. For her troubles, she has spent a week in jail on a contempt of court charge. Her lawyers had her released on house arrest until the US Supreme Court decides her case."

"Will she be able to see me?" I asked.

"Yes, she sees patients during the wait," replied the Dr.

"What about Security, someone might be bugging her house to get information on that other case. If they hear about me, they will feel like they found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

"Not with this little gizmo," answered Dr. Withers holding out something. "This will cause so much inference that anyone listening will have an ear ache for a week. It will also erase anything on the tape."

When I found out what US city I would be going to: New York City. I started making other plans.

Shopping!

That was one of the many things I find that I feel different about when I am in my feminine form. If I had been Dean, I would have to wanted to see either a baseball, football or basketball game which ever one was in season.

Since I was Jennifer at the time I was told, the first word came to mind was SHOPPING!

We left Saturday morning, Dr. Withers and myself.

I asked, "What about my passport? won't I need one?"

Dr. Withers then handed me one. To my surprise, when I opened it, it read. "Diplomat Immunity".

"There has to be a mistake here," I announced. "I am no diplomat."

"No you are not. You are heir to our throne. That gives you the right to that passport."

With a smile, he asked,. "I wonder what your answer to the custom agent will be when they search your luggage and find both your male and female clothing in them."

I jokingly replied. "They would have figured that I would fit right in."

The flight was long and tiresome. We did have to sit in the customs office while my immunity was checked out. I could see why, from the strange look on the agents face when a sixteen year-old has a diplomatic immunity passport shows up.

I had another question for Dr. Withers when he had the taxi driver drop us off at the Waldorf Astoria. "Don't you think this will raise some eyebrows, with me spending all this money.?"

"We are staying here cause of me not you," was his reply. He then explained why, "Ten years or so back I helped clear the family history of the present owner. As a reward, once a year for the rest of my life, I can use the hotel for free for as long as I want. Since I haven't used this reward for three years, I asked if I could bring a friend."

"When is my appointment with Dr. Abrams?" I asked.

"Monday. That means tomorrow we can go shopping," was his reply.

"We???" I asked

"Yes! we."

I was sorely disappointed with the word "we".

I knew it was for my own good. You can figure. How much trouble a sixteen year-old girl could get into with an unlimited credit card in New York City.

As a joke, I asked. "I wonder how much will it cost for me to buy Bloomingdale's."

I just got a glare in return.

"I was just kidding," I told him. "I'm looking for just one outfit."

 

Let's say that shopping the next day was a blast. Bloomingdale's was fun, but there was just one slight problem. After trying on at least fifteen outfits. I decided they just didn't have the one I wanted.

By this time, Dr. Withers patience had grown almost non existent. When he asked, "Jennifer have you found the right dress yet?"

I can't describe the look on his face, when I announced. "No, we have to go some place else."

I had read about another place on the internet. "I want to go there." I told him.

All he did was rolled his eyes up in his head and say to himself, "WHY ME!"

At the next place, I found the exact dress I wanted. This made Dr. Withers happy. But I soon turned this happiness into sour grapes when I told him, "we need to go back to Bloomingdale's, I need just the right shoes and I saw them at Bloomingdale's."

I could tell he hadn't done much shopping with a woman, when he asked. "Couldn't you have brought the shoes while we were there?"

I answered him. "I couldn't pick out the shoes until I knew the color of my dress."

When we arrived back at our rooms, Dr. Withers announced. "I am going to bed; you are on your own. You can call room service for supper, but I don't want you to leave your room."

 

The next morning, we arrived at Dr. Abrams' apartment, which she was using as her office.

After the introductions, Dr. Abrams asked, "Dean, why did you go to all this trouble to see me? There are at least twenty doctors living in your area of Europe I could have recommended."

"I wanted to see the best, and you are one of the top three in the world," I told her.

"I was in the top three. That is what this court case has done to me. At least seventy percent of my patients have changed doctors."

"It is because of your court case that I decided to come and see you," I told her. "I want a doctor who would rather go to jail than reveal what I tell them."

"I guess I am that person," said Dr. Abrams, who then asked. "How can I help you?"

"I will need your help with my sexual identity for the next five years," I told her.

Shaking her head Dr. Abrams had to ask, "why just five years?" She also remember to ask, "why all secrecy?"

"In five years, I will have to decide to be a man or a woman. To answer your other question, it's because of who I am."

Dr. Abrams then bent down and whispered into my ear. "If someone is forcing you to become a woman, please tell me and I can help you get away."

"It's nothing like that," I told her.

"Please tell me what your problem is?" she asked.

"It is kind a hard to say," I tried to say more.

"Don't worry about me hearing it. I have heard them all," She told me.

"I bet you haven't heard this one." I pause for a moment. "I change sex every night at midnight. To answer your next question, it has been going on for the last sixteen days."

She sat there open mouthed trying to comprehend what I had just said. Then she started to shake her head no.

Finally finding her voice, she asked, "You have to be kidding. I have never heard of such a thing."

"Then I guess I am the first," I told her.

"Who told you that you switch sexes?" she asked.

"I wasn't told, until it happened. It happened the night of my sixteenth birthday and every day since."

"If you are telling the truth, your case is the first in recorded history," she told me.

"You aren't up on your history. It also happen over a thousand years ago," I told her.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"It happened to an ancestor of mine," I replied. "It's Mother's Nature way of making the choice."

"Please explain this; you said something about Mother Nature making a choice?" she asked.

 

"You know where I am from?" After she nodded her head, I continued. "Mother Nature has selected me to be the next ruler of my country."

All Dr. Abrams could do was stare with a big question mark on her face; so I continued. "Dr. Withers - the leading historian in my country - found, buried deep in the archives,

how Mother Nature supplies the new ruler, when the ruling bloodline runs out. A month after the death of the bloodline, a person will change sex on their sixteenth birthday, and then continue to change sex every day afterwards. I was that sixteen-year-old."

Finally finding her voice, "I remember a Press conference two weeks ago by your PM announcing the finding of an heir."

"Cause of the sex changing, it was decided to keep my identity a secret," I told her. "Right now, I don't think there are twenty people who know the truth."

I could still see the look of disbelief in her eyes, so I asked, "would you like to meet Jennifer?"

"Jennifer, is that what you call your feminine side?" she asked. "Yes I would."

"Yes it is." I replied. "Do you have a room where is only one way out of and where there is enough for me to lay down in?"

Thinking it over a moment, she then said. "I have a walk in closet that will meet your needs."

 

As I got ready to leave, Dr Abram asked. "What are you doing? Going to setup this charade?"

"This isn't a charade or a bad joke someone is trying to pull on you. I didn't plan on being here at midnight, I will need Jennifer's clothes," I then told her, "to help you make up your mind. I will submit to an physical exam upon my return."

As I walked out the door, I reminded her. "Remove everything out of the closet. I want nothing in there that you might think could help me."

 

At eleven that night, Dr. Withers and I arrived back at Dr. Abrams.

After the introductions, I was asked, "Are you ready for the exam?"

I then went into an examination room, where I disrobed.

Dr. Abrams proceeded to give me physical, including the part, turn your head and cough. The last thing she asked me to do, was little bit out of the ordinary.

"Dean, I want you to get a hard-on," she told me. She then told me why. "This is the one thing that can't be faked."

As I finished the last required item of the exam an alarm clock went off.

Dr. Abrams then announced that it was fifteen minutes to midnight.

 

I found the doctor had made it as difficult as possible. When we arrived at her walk in closet, the area I was supposed to lay in was just barely large enough for me to lay down and inch myself into it.

I then told her. "Lock the door so that I can't get out."

So there I waited.

As the Dr. Abrams' grandfather clock chimed midnight o'clock,. I felt the itching start. Ten minutes or so later, the itching stopped.

I then told Dr. Abrams to let me out.

Dr. Abrams stood there open mouthed for at least three minutes after I exited the closet.

Finding her voice, "Dean, is that you?"

"I am Jennifer, Dean is my male side," I told her. Then I reminded her. "Now I want you to give this body a physical exam."

Dr. Abrams soon found out that I didn't just change sexes, I also made other changes.

Dean stands six foot two at one hundred and seventy-five pounds, whereas Jennifer is five foot eight and one hundred and twenty-five pounds.

This time the exam included a pelvic exam.

At the end of the exam, I asked Dr. Abrams. "Is there any question in your mind that I can do what I said I could do?"

Looking at the charts, all Dr. Abrams could say was, "no question."

I then asked the sixty-four dollar question. "Will you help me?"

"I will help you," was her reply. Seeing that my jetlag was catching up with me, Dr. Abrams offered. "Jennifer, won't you spend the night? I have no one coming in tomorrow, so we can all day together. I have room for both of you."

 

end of part 5

  

  

  

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