Gemma

by Chloe D

 

" OMG I cnt belive wot yr sayin. Andrew, U cnt be. Mt me at 2 at mine. Lv. Stacy xoxoxox"

I read the text again. The cell phone shaking in my hands. I had to tell someone about what I thought was happening to me. Stacy was my best friend. I know she's a girl, but for about a year we'd spent most of our time together, in and out of school. My parents were worried about me spending more and more time with the girls, but I liked them more. I loved chatting with them rather than playing football and shouting at each other, with the boys.

My fears began about two weeks ago. Being a sixteen-year-old boy I have measured my penis every week since I was 14. It's been just under 6" from when I was about 15. The thing is, two weeks ago I noticed it was getting smaller. I mean not just a little bit. I mean in two weeks it's gone from 6 inches to 4. I'm so frightened. This isn't the only thing that's been happening to me. I've been noticing boys. I was watching MTV the other day and couldn't help thinking how sexy some of the boy band boys were. I found my self reading my sisters cosmopolitan the other day and flicking through the catalogue admiring the girl's clothes – not the girls!!! I suppose the scariest thing that's happened is the swellings on my chest. They definitely look like the beginnings of breasts.

As I walked to Stacy's, I felt more and more strange. Was I walking in a funny way? Was I walking like a girl? No! God I hope not. I don't want to be a girl!!! My fringe flopped across my vision. How fast was my hair growing?

I was sat on Stacy's bed crying. I'd told her everything. She was laughing at first but then looking at me; with her head tilted she began to see things differently.

" Oh my god Andrew. What's happened to your face? It's girlier. And your hair!"

"Well look at this"

At that point I lifted up my t-shirt.

" Andrew, they look like mine when I was a thirteen year old girl"

" I am turning into a girl. Aren't I"? I wept.

" I don't know what's happing to you, but I think we'd better go to the doctors"

We were sat together in the waiting room. Stacy nudged me, giving me a concerned look. I was reading glamour magazine. An article on the best way to apply foundation and concealer. I gave her a sheepish smile, but kept reading. After all this could come in handy one day. By the time I'd got onto the rather interesting article about tights my name was called…

"Mr Stevens. This is very strange. I've seen nothing like this in my whole career. It really does seem like your turning into a girl"

"No please Dr. Dawson. I don't want to be a girl" I squeaked

 

" Well young man, it certainly looks like you'll have to get used to it. I'm referring you to a gender consultant. You can see him tomorrow. You'd better go with your parents. I'll call them now and tell them what's what"

 

Stacy walked home with me. I cried a bit more. Oh my god. I'm going to be girl.

"Andrew"

"What"?

"I think you'll make a lovely girl"

"Do you" there was something about what she was saying made me feel all warm inside. Maybe I would make a nice girl. It wouldn't be so bad living the rest of my life as woman would it?

At home my parents were waiting for me. My Mum had been crying and my dad looked weird. We talked for hrs about what was happening to me and what we would do, but we had to see the specialist first.

After 10hrs of tests the results were ready. The doctor looked at us through his steal rimmed glasses.

"Mr Stevens, or should I say Ms Stevens, you are genetically female. We cant explain how this has happened but since you got here your penis is half an inch smaller, your hair is 2 inches longer, your breasts have grown as have your hips" " We estimate you will be fully female in 5 days"

"Oh Andrew" My mum said, " What are we going to do with you"

"Mum I cant help it. I'm becoming a girl."

"This is so hard to believe Andrew, but we've got to just accept it son, you'll be a girl in 5 days"

"But mum I want to stay a boy"

"It can't be helped" "We'll go to London for the next week. Just you, Stacy and me. We've got a lot of shopping to do. When you get home get your bags together and call Stacy"

By the time I got home my silky brown hair was down to my shoulders. As I looked in the mirror, I was hardly recognisable. A teenage girl was staring back at me. All be it a little boyish. I could still see my characteristics in her. I was so changing fast. My heart sped up. All of a sudden I was quite exited at the prospect. I looked it the mirror again thinking about how beautiful I looked. I took my jeans off and stood there in my boxer shorts. My soft round ass and shapely hips almost winking back at me. I was undoubtedly a girl in boy's underwear. This was happening all too fast. I took the boxers off. My penis was tinny.

This was the plan; we would go down to London for 6 days living in a hotel. There I would leave the boy in me behind. The doctors in the gender clinic had arranged for my birth certificate to be changed. I would be enrolled in the local girls school for my final 2 years.

"What do you want to be called? We can't call you Andrew. If you'd been born a girl we'd have called you Gemma. How does that sound"?

"Mum. That sounds fine" We were all sat on the train on our way to London. I was wearing my baggy jeans and a tee shirt but my breasts were showing through my top.

"Gemma, your boobs are bigger than mine" Stacy said with an envious glare.

This was too wired. I was changing so fast now. The bone structure of my face was changing. I could feel things rearranging inside me. My skin was softer and my voice higher. I went to the toilet. My penis was under and inch long. I went back to my seat and told them. They spent the rest of the journey telling me about being female. About making my self look and smell nice. I wasn't shure I could be bothered to put on make up and spend all that time getting my self ready everyday, but something inside wanted to look pretty.

In the taxi on the way to the hotel, I started to feel faint. There was a really funny sensation between my legs. It felt like I was having a kind of orgasm. I suddenly felt wet down there. " Mum. Stacy. I think I'm all girl now". I said in a girlie voice.

I was feeling so dizzy. I remember something about a hotel receptionist asking us about our girls' weekend away together, and then woke in bed. I was alone. My first instinct was to check between my legs. There it was. My moist slit. My vagina. My pussy. Oh no. That's it I'm a girl.

"Your awake. You've been sleeping for two days honey". It was my mother. " Stand up. There's a good girl." She walked me to the full-length mirror. That was me. " Gemma, your beautiful. I'm proud to have you as a daughter"

"But Mum, look at me. I can believe it. I'm a sexy teenage girl"

"Its time to shop" Stacy shouted excitedly. " First we have to get you some bras and panties"

I looked at my self again. I was the perfect image of a teenage girl. Long straight brown hair, little upturned nose, well-developed breasts and a shapely pair of legs. I had images flashing through my mind. I would be a woman for the rest of my life. I'd have a draw full of panties and bras. One below that for tights and stockings. I'd wear flowing evening dresses with nylons and heals. Would I wear a wedding dress one day? Oh my god. I'd wear a bikini on the beach.

We were in the lingerie section of a big department store. I was being fitted for a bra. The lady commented on how beautiful I was, and mentioned how well developed I was for such a young woman. Apparently I'm a C cup. I bought 10 bras. Some were comfortable, some lacy and some darn right sexy, and too many pairs of flimsy panties to count. We paid for them and moved on to Miss Sixty. Stacy said that every girl needs some good jeans. I got a tight pair that really showed off my figure and picked up a little denim mini skirt too. I was in the changing room. I could see other women in underwear trying things on. One smiled at me. I felt so shy. I was one of them now. I closed the curtain and looked at my self again. I couldn't stop looking at my self. Off came the hooded top and baggy jeans, then the boxer shorts. I got a black lacy matching bra and panty set out. After a bit of fumbling I got the bra on and pulled the delicate panties on. They felt so nice against my soft skin. On came the tight jeans and a satrapy pink top Stacy had picked out for me. I felt a pang of satisfaction looking at my self. It was feminine pride. As I walked out my mum stood there with here mouth wide open. " Gemma, you could be a model" she said awe struck.

"Mum, I'm so happy" and I genuinely was. Next we picked up some heels, knee boots, uggs and strapy sandals. Skirts, flimsy dresses, tiny tops and a bikini. All the time I was being lectured on girls' stuff. We bought an array of hosiery. Black opaque

tights, barely there tanned nylons and so many stockings. I felt like a princes.

I spent two hours in the salon. My hair was styled and my makeup done, then it was back to the hotel to prepare for a meal at the hotel restaurant. I was beginning to enjoy this. I took me ages to decide what to wear. In the end I opted for a simple black shift dress, black tights and my beautiful new knee-high boots. I put on a little perfume and smiled. As I walked my dress swirled against my nylons. I felt so pretty.

Halfway through the dinner as my Mum was warning me about periods, a woman came up and introduced her self.

" Sorry to interrupt girls, but I couldn't help notice beautiful you are" She was looking at me. " Here's my card. I'm the scout for la Pristina modelling agency, and with a body like yours honey, you'd be the best underwear model we have".

I took it blushing. It was a whirlwind of events after that. We got home and I started at the all girls' school. Sitting in class wearing my little skirt with my boobs tightly encased in my blouse, I started thinking about boys. I'd been experimenting with my self too. Mum had bought me a vibrator and I'd came as a girl for the first time. It was amazing, so much better than having an orgasm as a boy. After a couple of months I got a boyfriend. He was soooooooooooooo handsome. He was older than me but knew how to treat me right. I called the agency too, and you can see me as the new face (or should I say body) of La Sensa lingerie. I've been offered work with Victoria's Secret too. I'm jetting of to Paris for a shoot with them next week. It's hard to believe that 6 months ago I was a shy teenage boy. Hugs and kisses. Gemma xxx

  

  

  

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