Interview With The Vagina

by Jennifer White

 

I woke up, and something just didn't feel right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was wrong. I stretched out, and there it was again. A *feeling*.

I reached down to scratch my balls, as I did every morning. I always had 'morning wood', and I'd always scratch myself down there, for whatever reason.

As soon as I touched myself, I felt it. Not only did I *not* have morning wood today, I didn't have *anything*. And I mean anything! There was nothing there!

I pulled back the blanket, I pulled down my boxers, and I stared at myself. My dick was gone. My balls were gone. All of it! What I had down there looked like it belonged to a chick.

"Yes Eugene, you've got a vagina now" said a voice I could hear in my head. It was a woman's voice, soft and melodic. But I was the only person there. I must be dreaming.

 

I got up, and went to go pee. You always have to do that in your dreams, but you never feel empty. I'd do this, and prove it was all a dream.

Well, first of all, when you've got a pussy between your legs, you've got to sit down, which really sucked. I sat down, and tried to go. It came gushing out, like in a much wider stream than I was used to. And a few seconds later, I didn't have to go anymore. That was bad. No! This *couldn't* be real, could it? It had to be a dream.

I went to the counter by the sink, and picked up my hair brush. You can't feel pain in dreams, right? So I took the brush and gave myself a whack on the arm.

Ow! It hurt! That was stupid of me to do. I hit myself, and it hurt! That really sucked though, because it was more proof that I wasn't dreaming. It was starting to look like I *did* have a pussy.

Well, what about holding my breath? In a dream, you can go without breathing, if you're underwater or something. I took a deep breath, and just stood there.

Well, before too long, I was gasping for air, and I had to breathe in deeply. Dang it! This wasn't a dream! It was reality. It and totally sucked. How could I have this *thing* between my legs? What kind of a freak was I now? I was like a chick or something. No! This was the worst thing in the world that could possibly have happened to me!

 

I looked at the time, and I realized that I was going to be late for work if I didn't speed things up. I ran through the shower (hardly touching that terrifying thing between my legs), pulled on my clothes, grabbed a quick bite, and at it as I drove to work.

I was so afraid that everyone in all the other cars was staring at me, and that somehow they all knew that I was like a woman now, between my legs. I would arrive at work. I would get busy, take my mind off of this thing, and hope that nobody would notice. I was *so* afraid that they would find out. What would they think of me, a guy with a pussy?

As I pulled off the freeway, and onto the street leading up to the building where I worked, I noticed something in the air. An odor. A smell. It was coming from me.

I had been with enough chicks to know what they smelled like between *their* legs. It was faint, there was just the tiniest bit of it, but it was there. Coming from *me*! What if someone smelled it on me? Oh this was just terrible! One awful thing after the next!

 

I got to my desk, and dove into work, keeping my concentration on my job, hoping this would all go away. But it didn't. It was so hard to see a hot babe walk by in a tight skirt, and to feel myself squirm, because between the legs, I was the same as her now. Or even worse, to see a guy, and know that I now had the wrong equipment, and that he could do me if he wanted to. Ew! That was the sickest thought! I would *never* do it with a guy. Never!

 

It was lunchtime when Andrea came by. I had been after her for months. We were having lunch together a couple of times a week now, and I think she was about to let me ask her out.

"Hey Eugene" she said. "Want to go grab a bite?"

"Sure" I said. "I can finish this report later. Do you want to hit the cafeteria, or go out?"

"Oh, lets eat in. It's kind of rainy today, and I don't want to mess up my hair."

"Sure" I said.

 

And so, there I was, eating lunch with this absolutely hot little number who I had been after for months. But all I could think about was how I now had the same plumbing as her now. What if she wanted to do it with me, right then and there? I had nothing for her to do. I was like her, and that sent a chill up and down my spine. She was a babe, and I was just like her now.

But as badly as I felt inside, we had a wonderful conversation, and she was really starting to open up to me. At least that was good. Get the chicks talking, and they'll like you more and more. Plus, she seemed interested in what I had to say. I don't know what I did, but somehow we moved forward a step, just having that lunch together.

Now only if I could complete the deal! But I couldn't. I didn't feel like a man anymore. Well, mostly because I wasn't. The very thing that made me a man was gone. And so I was too afraid to ask her out.

"This was a lot of fun" she said. "Lets to this again soon."

"Sounds good to me" I replied.

* * *

 

At home that night, after dinner, I was wondering what in the h*ll I was going to do now. Go to a doctor? What would they say? They'd call me crazy.

Or if he believed me, he'd want to do a million tests on me, make a special case out of me, and show me to everyone as an example. No, that wasn't a good thing for me either. So I couldn't go to tell anyone. I wondered what was I going to do about it.

And that's when *she* spoke to me again.

"How did you like your first day with a vagina?" she said in her sweet lilting voice.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"It's me! Your vagina!" she responded.

"I'm going crazy" I said out loud.

"No you're not. This is real. Your vagina is real."

"Shut up. Don't talk to me. I don't need this" I said. "It's bad enough having this *thing* on me, but I don't need some broad talking in my head too. Just shut your trap, and leave me alone."

"First of all, I'm not a *thing*. I'm not a 'pussy'. I'm a vagina. Come on now, you can say it. It won't hurt. Tell me that you have a vagina."

"Okay, I have a vagina. There, are you satisfied? Now will you shut up?"

"Because you do have a vagina now Eugene. You really do. Down between your legs, you'll find me."

"I get it!!" I said to her.

"Don't you realize" she said, "I'm not just a part of you. I *own* you. In time, I will make you do what *I* want. And you will learn to please me. You will learn to *serve* me. From now on, your life will revolve around me."

"No" I said. "No! I'm not going to *please* you. I'm not going to *serve* you. You're just a figment of my imagination."

"Oh no" she said. "I am very real. Just reach down and touch me if you don't believe what I say. You need to learn how to face the facts Eugene. You have a vagina now."

"No, no, no!!!" I said.

"You see" she continued, ignoring me, "men have one particular problem. They think with their little head between their legs a lot of the time, instead of their other head. But you don't have one of those anymore, do you Eugene? No, you have a vagina now instead. So you can't think with that anymore. *I* will do the thinking for you now instead."

"That's it. I need a drink" he said. "I can't take all this nagging. You really are a chick. Nag, nag, nag. If I can't shut you up, I'll just drown you out."

I went to the fridge, but I was out of beer. I went to the cupboard, but I had drank the last of my whisky. So there was only one choice: go to the bar.

"You're not going out dressed like that, are you?" she said.

I ignored her, got in the car, and started to drive to Mike's Sports Bar and Pub, a favorite hangout of mine.

"Take 12th street. It's much faster" she said to me.

"Great. A back seat driver too."

"Slow down! You're going too fast."

"Nag, nag, nag" I said.

See? That was why I had broken up with my last girlfriend. She had been all nice at first, but once she gave me some pussy, and we started to sleep together, she started to nag me all the time. She *always* had to be right. She argued about everything. She told me how bad I drove, how I always got lost, how badly I was dressed.

And now my new vagina was doing the same thing to me. I had to hear her in my mind. Great. So I'd do like I did with my last girlfriend: get drunk.

 

I was watching the ball game on TV, sipping my third beer (after doing two quick shots of whisky), and I was starting to feel pretty good. The waitress was this cute little thing dressed in a tight shirt and a short skirt. She came up to me and smiled.

"Doing okay? Need anything honey?"

"I'm fine. But come back and see me again soon."

"Sure thing" she said, giving me a wink as she sauntered off to the next table. Wow, what a babe.

"I wish I had boobs like her" said the female voice in my head. "She's stacked! Tell me Eugene. Tell me that you want boobs like that."

"I won't, because I don't" I thought back to her.

"Yes you do. You just won't admit it. Yet."

"No. I don't want boobs. End of story. End of discussion. Why aren't you quiet yet? I'm getting drunk. I shouldn't hear you anymore."

"You know us girls. Get a few drinks in us, and we start to talk up a storm. Wheee!!!" she said.

Great. I was trying to quiet her, and I had just shown her a good time. I decided to pack it in. I went home, brushed my teeth, and went right to bed. I'd sleep it off, and hopefully I'd be fine tomorrow.

"I'm chilly" she said. "Can't you turn up the heat in here?"

"Shut up" I said, as I turned off the lights.

* * *

 

In the morning, I had a headache. I had a hangover. And I still have a vagina. Not what you want to wake up with, if you're me! I was batting 0 for 3.

I dragged into work again late, and it took until almost lunch time for my headache to dissipate. I went to the cafeteria, grabbed a lunch, and looked for an open seat.

"Eugene, over here!" said Andrea. I smiled, and sat down at her table. There were four other women there, who I recognized from around the office. Her friend Melissa was the hottest of them, almost in the same class of babe as Andrea herself. The others were more average, but they all dressed nicely. They smelled nice too, from their perfumes.

I sat down, and we all started talking. I had only eaten half my food when it was time to go. I had talked to the lovely ladies so much I had forgotten to eat. Oh well, what a way to kill an hour! It was like a privilege to sit at a table with all of them. I think Andrea was showing me off in front of her friends, to test me, and see if I was date material. I hoped I passed the test.

There was just this one little problem: my vagina. All during the day, she continued to talk to me. She suggested things to say to the girls as I ate lunch with them. I usually ignored her, but once I tried her suggestion in the conversation, and the girls all lit up.

From then on, I decided to listen to her a bit more when I was with a woman. She was giving me good advice actually. I wasn't always the smoothest talker, and if she could show me how to please the ladies when we talked, well, I was glad to have that help.

 

I got through the day, but I was still scared stiff that someone was going to notice my secret. I felt like they were all staring at me. So being alone in my house was quite a relief.

But now there was less to distract *her*, which meant that I got nagged a lot. Vacuum the rug. Do the dishes. Geez, she just wouldn't shut up! It was just like living with a real woman in hour house. I hated every minute of it.

I did some housework to shut her up. That did work for a while, and she was quiet. But when I crawled under the covers to try and get some rest, she started at me again. But now she used a soft sultry voice. She sounded sexy, which scared me.

"Don't you want to try me out?" she said. "Go on. Touch me. Don't you want to see how it feels to have an orgasm with me? Aren't you interested? You've thought about girls for all your life. Don't you want to touch one like you've never been allowed to before?"

"I'm not interested" I said defiantly.

"Come on baby, just a little touch. I feel so hot and steamy today baby. I want you! Please sugar, make me happy. Use your finger on me. You'll really like how it feels...."

I felt a strange tingle between my legs, and I do have to admit that I did have *some* curiosity. I had seen the faces of my former girlfriends as I had made love to them. They had seemed to have felt an overwhelming pleasure. Now I could experience what they felt, and see what it was like for them. This certainly was a unique opportunity. If I changed back, I might regret it if I never took this chance. So I gave in. I took the finger on my right hand, and slid it to the top of the slit between my legs.

"That's it" she purred. "Relax. Be gentle now! Don't be rough. Just use a light pressure. Yes, that's it. Rub the inside of your thighs. Rub your nipples. Ah, good. Now let your hands move further south. There. Now trace the folds of your inner labia. It's so sensitive! Doesn't that feel good?"

I felt a tingle go up and down my spine. The blood was rushing to my groin, as my heart pounded harder, and my breathing picked up. I was feeling a strange forbidden pleasure. I was touching myself between the legs. Wow, this was good!

"See? I told you it was worth it" she cooed. "Now gently tap your clitoris with your finger."

"Mmmm" I said, feeling the thrill of this female style pleasure.

"Ooh, that feels good. See? I told you this was going to be fun. Now speed up your finger! See how you feel all warm and flush between your legs? Can you feel yourself lubricating and getting all wet inside? Go on now. Get more intense. Manipulate yourself harder. Ah, that's good."

I was so full of excitement! My feelings kept building, an inner tension that was growing, begging for resolve. I felt a need now to see this through to conclusion. I waited for my vagina to tell me what to do next.

"Now put your finger inside of me all the way, and you'll feel the *real* pleasure. This is nothing so far. Wait until you climax."

I moved my finger further down my slit, and found my opening. I tried to pry it open, but the flesh was very soft, and not receptive.

"I'm not wet enough" she said. "A woman needs to be aroused in her mind, not just her body. Think of someone sexy."

I thought about the waitress at the bar, but that didn't help at all. I was starting to feel frustrated. I could sense that if I could get my finger inside gently, I could *really* come hard. But I was still too dry, and it wasn't easy to slide it in.

"You need to think of a *man* to excite me, and get me wet" she said.

"I can't do that!" I replied.

"Then you'll have to stop now" she said.

But I wanted to keep exploring. I wanted to feel a full-on female orgasm. So I sighed, and gave in to her demands. I thought about the guy behind the bar, who was tall dark and handsome. He had big muscles, a chiseled jaw line, and tight flat stomach.

As I thought of him, I felt myself melting inside. Suddenly, it was very easy to slide my finger in. She guided me to a very special spot inside. It felt like I was touching a bumpy surface, sort of like a walnut, with the tips of my finger. And there, on the front wall of my vagina, she led me to my G-spot. And all I can say is wow!

I put my thumb back on my clit, so that it got stimulation too. I pulled my finger in and out of my warm wet slit, and stimulated my G-spot some more. She told me to keep thinking of him, and to imagine him with his shirt off. I did as she asked.

I came. And I came. And I came. Three times! I just can't describe how it felt! It was so over the top, you just could not believe it. But then suddenly I felt really tender, and I had to pull my hand out. Oh my god. What a feeling. I laughed out loud. It was just so...ooh! Oh yes. Oh yes.

 

"Wow, that was so awesome!" I said to her. I was on the edge of sleep, about to fall out any moment. I was so relaxed now in the afterglow.

"See? I told you. But really, that was nothing."

"No way" I said, as I prepared to drift off to dreamland. "Better than that?"

"Oh yes. It will get a lot better. Wait until you hook up with a guy for real, and you feel his warmth inside you, you'll really feel it."

"I'm never doing that! You're crazy if you think I would even think of that!"

"You already thought of it, the first day, remember?" she said. "And don't say 'never' to me. You still don't want to admit it, but *I* run your life now."

"No you don't" I said, not believing it, that even after having just done what she wanted, giving her pleasure, I was already fighting with her again.

"Yes Eugene, I do. Realize it or not, admit it or not, your life revolves around *me* now."

"Yeah, right" I said sarcastically.

She laughed.

"You'll see" she said. "You'll see."

* * *

 

"You don't own me, you don't make me do anything I don't want to, and my life does *not* revolve around you" I said the next morning as I drove to work, and she started to nag me again. 'She', being my vagina between my legs. I couldn't believe was arguing with her again.

"Listen to me Eugene" she said. "*I* run your life now."

"No you don't" I said.

"Yes I do. I'll have a period soon Eugene. *You* are going to have a period. I'm going to make you feel really grumpy and bitchy. I'll make you feel bloated. I'm going to bleed. Your life revolves around me. I control your world. I'm not just a part of you; you are defined by *me*."

"No!!" I said. "That's sick! I'm not going to have a period."

"You've got a vagina now honey" she said. "And that's what we do every thirty days or so."

"I'm not listening to you" I said angrily, as I continued to drive to work. I wasn't going to have a period. Not me!

 

I got through the day, but it was hard. My vagina was getting more and more demanding, and just wouldn't shut up. It was becoming very difficult to concentrate anymore, with her constantly whining. I want this. I want that. You should do this. You should do that. Look at this guy over here. You should dress like her. It was getting to be out of control!

Lunch with Andrea and Melissa was a nice reprieve. Around the girls, my vagina was very well behaved, and was actually helpful to me again, suggesting what to say. I said all the right things, and I got invited to Andrea's party on Friday night! That was cool!

 

But was I walked back to my desk, she started in again, right away.

"What did you think about Melissa's skirt?" she said.

"It looked hot" I replied. "It was really tight, and short."

"You would look pretty in a skirt like that" she said. "You should buy one like that to wear."

"No way" I replied.

"Please, can you get one? Don't you want to start wearing skirts? I'm tired of living in pants. I want a skirt!"
"No. Not negotiable. No, no, no!"

 

When I was at the copy machine later that afternoon, I was scoping out this little hottie college co-op who was working as an intern. She was making copies too, and I was checking out her tight little butt.

"I'll bet she has really sexy panties on underneath that" said my vagina to me, in my head.

"Yup" I said, in agreement. I imagined what she looked like without her skirt.

"I'd love to feel myself wrapped up in panties instead of these icky boxers" she said. "I want to feel myself enveloped in silk and lace. Please, can you get me some? Please Eugene, just one pair of panties for me? Please?"

"No!" I said. "I'm not buying panties to wear over you!"

"Have it you way" she sighed, and I thought I had won. But how wrong I was. A guy was standing at his mailbox, looking at a memo he had received. I just saw a glance of him, but *she* locked onto him, and started getting really disgusting. My eyes locked on him, and didn't move off.

"Did you check out that bulge in his pants?" she said. "I bet he has a really big dick. Don't you just want to pop his cork? Don't you really want to rock his world? Come on, flirt with him so we can hook up."

"No! Shut up!" I said, really upset that she would think such a thought. I didn't want things like that in my head, at all! Ever!

"But first, you want to make out with him, and get him all aroused, don't you? You should jump his bones, because I want to feel him up inside of me! You're not going to be greedy, and make him come in your mouth, are you?"

"SHUT UP!!!!" I thought in my mind. I yelled in frustration, which earned me a terrified look from the co-op,and a strange look from the guy.

"I can keep this up all day" said my vagina. "I can keep telling you how he's pushing my hot button."

"Please stop" I pled.

"Then how about those panties...."

"Okay" I said, relenting. "I'll go buy some after work. Please, oh please, don't think those thoughts! That makes me feel sick! I want to be with a woman. I could never be with a guy. You just disgust me, and I can't take hearing that."

"So you'll get the panties, right?" she said.

"Yes, I'll get the panties!" I replied.

"And you'll wear them all the time?"

"Yes" I said.

She didn't reply. She was silent. For the first time in days, she was quiet! For the first time in days, I could concentrate. This was a great development. I kept my word, and after work, I went to the mall and bought ten pairs of panties.

"They're for my girlfriend" I told the girl behind the counter.

She just smiled and nodded. I blushed bright red.

 

I went home, put the panties into my dresser drawer, and put on the white ones. They actually didn't feel too bad. There were very soft and silky. I stared in the mirror, seeing how they fit so tight on me, laying so flat across the front. Just like I imagined the girl today would look without her skirt on.

I shuddered when I thought about the fact that it was *me* I was seeing in the mirror. And from then on, every day, I only wore panties.

* * *

 

She was actually quiet for most of the next day too, and I thought that she might finally be at peace, and let me be. But that was not the case. Because in the afternoon at work, I was scoping out this one little hottie who was in line to get a coffee before the cafeteria closed. She was short, but she had these really lovely breasts. I loved their shape, the way they pushed out from under her tight shirt, and everything. I wanted to feel them with my hands, to kiss them, and to have her pressing them into me.

"She must have quite a bra on to give her support like that" said the familiar voice inside my head. It was my vagina, piping in again.

"Shhh!" I said. "I'm busy looking here!"

"You should wear a bra too. One that matches these wonderful panties. Don't they feel good to wear?"

"Excuse me, I don't need a bra" I said to her.

"Yes, but you should start getting used to wearing one. It's really important."

"And why is that?" I asked, exasperated, as I paid the cashier for my coffee.

"Well you see, ever since I've been here, my sisters up inside of you, your new ovaries, have been hard at work. We're slaving away, producing as many female hormones as we can, and putting them into your bloodsream. You don't need a bra now, but you will soon, when your boobs start to grow."

 

I almost spilled my coffee all over me.

"What?" I said.

"You heard me sister. You're going to have tits of your very own soon. So I think you should start wearing a bra now, so it will be an easier transition for you."

"No" I said. "You're lying."

She laughed.

"I'm trying to *help* you here, girlfriend" she said.

"You're not helping, and I am *not* your girlfriend. I am not your sister. Cut that crap out!"

"Oh come one babe. You need an attitude adjustment. Have you looked at yourself lately in the mirror when you're naked? You are not a man anymore. You've got a vagina. You've got a uterus. You've got ovaries. Now what does that make you?"

"I don't know!" I said. "But I am *not* a chick."

"Not yet" she replied. "Now about that bra...."

"No!" I said.

"If you don't go out to the store right this minute, I am going to start my period. You'll have ooze all over, and it will show through your khaki pants. You'll just love the smell, I'm sure. But you can avoid that if you want. Go get me a bra. Now."

"You're bluffing. You can't just make a period start."

"Oh girls, give him a taste of it" she said, gloating.

I was suddenly hit by a *cramp*. It was awful. It went all the way through me. And I felt something, like a drop of liquid was starting to ooze through my new pussy. It was the worst feeling I had yet.

"There's more where that came from. Do as I say, or you'll find yourself having a full-out period. Now tell your boss you feel sick, go to your car, and drive me to the mall. Now!"

 

And so it was that I found myself looking at the bras in the lingerie store. *She* told me which ones to pick out, what size, and all of that. I had to buy six of them, in various colors, and various types. It was a truly awful experience. I blushed again when I checked out. The girl gave me a funny look. I wondered if she knew somehow what kind of a freak I had become. Or did she just think I was some perv who liked women's underthings? That would almost be easier to take, believe it or not.

I got home, and she made me put it on. She told me how to do it, and I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing the white bra with the lacy cups, which hung there limp and empty.

"Don't feel sad" she said in a nice voice. "Soon enough you'll fill out your bra. Your cups will be full, your boobs will be nice, firm and tight. You'll look so much better in a blouse once you've got big breasts."

"Gee, thanks" I said glumly.

"Don't mention it" she replied. "Now make sure you wear a bra every day from now on. Tell me that you will."

I sighed.

"Okay....I'll wear a bra every day."

"Good girl" she said, and then just like that, she was silent. And for the next two days, she didn't say a word.

* * *

 

Now two days of silence on the part of my vagina was a good thing. However, what if the things she had told me were true? What if I really was going to grow boobs? What if I really was being pumped full of female hormones? This was terrible!

And on Friday night, here I was at Andrea's house, at a party with all girls. Yet I couldn't make a move one them, I couldn't touch them. If one got hot for me, and gave me a hug, she might feel that I was wearing a bra. If we got undressed, she'd see me in a bra and panties, and she'd think I was really twisted.

So I just talked to the girls. In fact, I was the only guy there at the party, which I thought was really strange. Andrea came over to me at one point, and asked how I was enjoying the party.

"This is a lot of fun!" I said. "But it seems funny. I'm the only guy here."

"We invited you because you are a lot of fun to be with, and you're a good friend. But we knew that you wouldn't go around hitting on all the girls. You're very safe to be with, and very welcomed to hang out with us, whenever you want."

"Thanks" I said, kind of upset at myself for how cheerful it sounded when it came out. Great. They thought of me as 'one of the girls' already, and I didn't even have tits yet.

 

I did have a great time with them though, and I wanted to hang out with the girls as much as I could. I preferred female company, because I was afraid to even talk to a guy now, in case *she* started to get ideas, and started telling me how she wanted to do him again. I couldn't take that.

I went home, and I felt like crying. Andrea thought of me almost as a girlfriend already. She all but said so. She would never want me now, not like this. I wasn't one to cry, but a felt a teardrop well up in my eyes as I fell asleep that night.

* * *

 

On Saturday, I was taking my dress shirts from work to the cleaners, and doing the grocery shopping. I walked down one aisle, and for the first time in a while, I heard *her* talk to me.

"Stop" she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"You need to buy some tampons" she replied.

"Huh?" I said.

"I can't hold it back forever honey. It is almost time. Your uterus is ready to shed her inner lining. You are about to have your first period."

I felt really grumpy, and I snapped at her. She caught me right away, and reminded me that she had warned me about PMS. Now I was suffering from it. No wonder I felt all bloated today.

She told me which brand and size to buy, and I put the box of tampons in with my groceries. Great. Now I was buying tampons, while wearing a bra and panties under my clothes. Just great.

I also did a foolish thing: as I walked down one aisle, there were several types of cosmetics on sale. I didn't know why, but I picked up some of them and threw them in my cart too, along with a pair of control top pantyhose from another aisle.

I didn't really even think about what I had done until I got home, and unpacked.

"I bought pantyhose?" I said, puzzled.

"Yes" she said. "So your legs will look good in a skirt. After you shave them that is."

"I just kind of grabbed them" I said. "I didn't really think about it. Why did I do that?"

"It was kind of automatic, wasn't it?" she said, gloating. "Your inner woman is awakening. She knew what you needed, and didn't even have to think about it consciously. Congratulations Eugene. You're becoming a female on the inside now. Way to go, girl!"

I didn't even dignify that with an answer. I knew it was her that did it, not some womanly presence inside of *me*.

"And why did you have me buy makeup?" I asked.

"To show you that I don't have to be nice, and let you make the decisions. I can *make* you do anything I want, and you won't even notice it. As I've told you before, I own you. Your life really does revolve around me now, and I was just proving to you that it really is *me* that is in charge."

I was upset now. Was she growing in power? Surely she would have made me do things before if she could have. That was upsetting to think of. And of course, I could not hide any of my thoughts from her, so right away she knew how I felt.

"See, you realize that I own you now" she said, taunting me again, as I finished putting away the groceries. "Now prove to me that you understand your place. Tell me that you wish your boobs filled out your bra."

"No!" I said. "Never!"

"If you don't," she said coldly, "then every morning when you put your bra on, I will make you stuff it full, and you won't even notice. You'll be in the office, unable to hide that you're wearing a bra, because it is stuffed full, and it will look like you have big tits already."

"You can't do that" I said. "I would notice."

"Really?" she said. "Then look down at yourself, 'Miss know it all'. Tell me what you see."

I looked down. Damn! My chest had puffed out full! I had boobs! The cups of my bra were full! I reached down to feel them, and only then did I realize that they weren't boobs at all, but something stuffed into my bra. I pulled my shirt up, and looked inside. It was paper towels, which I had just put away in the pantry. In fact, I hadn't put them away; I had used them to stuff my bra full, and I hadn't even noticed. Or had they been there for a longer time? I couldn't tell. She had made me do it, and my mind never had a clue.

"See?" she said in her gloating voice. "You don't even notice, unless *I* want you to. I can do that to you any time I want. Now go look in the mirror, and see how you look with boobs."

I went to the bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror. It looked like I had large breasts filling out my bra under my shirt. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Now tell me you wish they were real, or you'll end up with your legs shaved, wearing makeup, sitting in the bar tonight" she said.

"I wish these were real boobs" I said to her in my mind, but my voice inside was a only faint whisper.

"Now out loud."

"I wish these were real boobs" I whispered.

"Louder. Like you mean it."

"I wish these were real boobs" I said.

"Don't worry babe" she said in a mock-comforting tone of voice. "Soon they will be. Your wish is going to come true, very soon."

* * *

 

That night I felt really grumpy. I felt bloated. She had told me that I had to keep my bra stuffed all day, if she was to be quiet. As much as I hated seeing what looked like breasts on my chest, having her taunting and nagging me all day was worse, so to buy the silence, I kept my bra stuffed full.

But now came something worse. I was going pee, sitting down like I had to do now, and I wiped myself when I was done. There were a couple of spots on the tissue. My period was starting.

"Oh god. No!!" I said. "What do I do?"

She was silent.

"Help me! Please, tell me what I'm supposed to do!!!"

Still, no reply.

"Okay, you win! You can talk. Just tell me what I'm supposed to do! I'm having a period here, and I'm not in any mood for stupid games!!!"

"Ow, someone is really on the rag" said the female voice in my head. "Hold your horses girl. Calm down, and take a deep breath."

I gritted my teeth. I would have strangled her, if I could have.

"All you need" she said, "is a tampon. You put the box right there in the drawer. Take one out, and sit back down here."

I did as she asked. I removed the sanitary wrapper, and stared at the thing in my hand.

"Now just insert it, and leave the string there, so you can pull it out later, and change it."

I did as she asked, and it felt *so* different, *so* foreign, and oh so strange to be putting something other than my own finger up there inside of me. It wasn't erotic or arousing, it was gross. I hated the smell coming from my pussy. I hated that I was having a period. I hated that I had to ask *her* what to do. I cried. I washed up, then I cried again.

I took some aspirin, and laid on the couch, as the cramps came and went in waves. Periods were terrible things to have happen to you! For the first time, I felt some sympathy for one of my ex-girlfriends who used to complain about hers. I had dismissed it as whining, but never again. I had started to flow, and it was *not* a good thing.

* * *

 

Damn it, periods don't just last one day! Arrrrgh! Who ever thought of this mess? First I had the PMS before it, and now it's going on for more than one day? It ruined my whole weekend. I *really* hated my period now. Ha! My period. I was acting like I was accepting it already or something.

And when it finally tapered off and stopped, what was my reward? I get told something bone-curdling and crushing.

"Now you are officially a woman" said my vagina. "You had your first period! You're not just a girl anymore. You are a woman."

Not what I wanted to hear. But how could I argue? Weren't we all taught in school that after a girl has her first period, she is a woman? I just had a period. So by the very definition of it, *I* was now a woman. I cried again.

"Now that you're a woman" said my vagina to me, "it is time."

"Time for what?" I replied, not really wanting to know.

"Time for you to go find a guy. I'm going to make you start to feel all sorts of urges. Notice how you don't get aroused looking at Andrea anymore? That's because you're a woman, just like her. And if the girls don't arouse you...."

"No!" I said.

"Yes dear. You won't be able to deny it much longer. You are a woman now, and women feel attracted to *men*. And soon, you're going to want a man for yourself. Oh, how I want to do the deed with a cute guy! I just need a roll in the hay. Soon, *you* are going to understand and fell the same urge. You're going to look at men in a whole new way. You are going to *want* them, just as I do."

"Please, stop!" I said.

"You don't want me to talk about how you want to be with a man? What's wrong with you girl?"

"Please! You're killing me! I can't think those thoughts! Please stop!"

"All right dear. I'll be quiet....if you do what I ask."

"And what is that?" I said, exasperated again.

"Go to the mall right now. Buy yourself something pretty to wear. I'm tired of being stuck inside men's pants. I want to feel a skirt flowing around me. And I don't want to be stuck on a body with some top that doesn't match either. You go to the store, right now, and buy yourself a pretty outfit. Then come home, and put it on. Then I'll be quiet."

"And if I don't?"

"Oh, then I'll go on and on about wanting a man."

"You win!" I said. "I'll go shopping."

 

And so, I was there at the mall, buying a skirt for myself, and a silky blouse. She made me buy three outfits, two of which I would call extremely feminine, and one that wasn't quite so bad. But of course, she made me put on the frilliest most girly outfit I had bought, and wear it around the house. Oh, and she whined about how my shoes wouldn't match the outfit either, so I had been forced to go in and buy a couple of pairs of women's shoes, at the outrageous prices they charge!

Now here I was at home, wearing a skirt and a blouse, with high heel shoes on my feet, along with my usual bra and panties. But she was quiet, and at last I had some peace.

* * *

 

After two days of a truce, it was time for my vagina to start in on me again, with her constant nagging. I was getting dressed for work, about to put on my white dress shirt, when she started.

"You're not going to wear *that*, are you?" she said.

"Yes, I am" I replied. "I wear a shirt like this every day."

"Don't you want to wear a blouse? How about that white one you bought? It would look *so* much better."

"No. I'm not wearing a blouse to work! It's bad enough that I've got a bra on and panties. I'm not wearing a blouse too."

"You will, if you know what's good for you" she said.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I replied.

"Remember how I made you stuff your bra, and you didn't even notice? Well, if you don't put on the blouse right now, then you'll find yourself at work, with your bra stuffed full, and makeup on your face. And I'll make you flirt with the guys. You won't even know you're doing it."

It was blackmail, pure and simple. And I had no choice. Reluctantly, I put on the blouse. It was the one that was the least feminine looking of the three I had bought. It was almost gender neutral, and once I had it on, I realized that nobody would really pay it any attention, since I'd have my jacket on over the top of it. Yet *I* knew I had a blouse on, and it made me blush whenever anyone looked at me, all day.

As I ate lunch with Andrea and Melissa, I couldn't help but think how I had become more and more like them. I had a bra on, like they did. Just like them, I was wearing panties. And I had a blouse on, as they did. We all had periods. We all had the same things between our legs. I wondered if their girl parts talked to them, as mine did to me. I wondered if they realized I was wearing a blouse.

After work, *she* made me go to the mall, and buy some more outfits. A couple had pants, but mostly I bought skirts. I also got some sexier things, camis, nylons, lingerie, and a nightie.

"From now on, you will wear at least one piece of female clothes on the outside, even at work" she said.

I didn't even argue anymore. It wasn't worth it.

 

Nobody noticed that I was wearing *women's* pants, as I sat there with the girls eating lunch. My bra felt uncomfortable on me today. My nipples itched, and felt a little sore. I tried not to touch them when people were looking, so I didn't seem so strange.

Being with the girls was the best part of my day, because this was the only time that my vagina was actually nice, kind, and supportive to me. I loved talking with Andrea, even if I couldn't hit on her, due to my condition. But I felt like we were becoming friends.

"Eugene, I'm having a few girls come over tonight for a little get-together. We'd love it if you'd come too."

"Oh, I don't know" I said, not wanting to intrude on an all-girl get-together.

"Come on, it would be fun to have you there" said Melissa.

"Yeah, you're a friend, and we'd love to have you party with us" added Janet, another of the regulars at the lunch table.

"Okay" I said. "I'll stop by."

"Great. We'll start at 7:30. Wear something nice, okay?"

"Sure" I said, as I got up to go back to my cubicle to resume working.

 

"That went rather well" said my vagina, as I got back to my desk.

"Yes" I replied.

"You know, you should really pull out all the stops tonight, and dress very nicely for them."

"I agree" I said, picturing my good slacks, my brown shoes, and my navy blue sweater. I'd worn outfits like that to lots of parties, where dressing 'nice casual' was optimal.

But when I got home, I found out that *she* had a completely different outfit in mind to wear to the party.

"I'm thinking the pink skirt with the white cami top" she said. "Or maybe the brown skirt with the tan sleeveless blouse."

"For what?" I said.

"For tonight dear" she replied. "The girls want you to dress up in something nice."

"I'm not going over there in a skirt!" I protested.

"You're right. You should wear a dress. That little black party dress you bought the other day is just the perfect thing! See, you're thinking like a girl already."

"No!" I said. "That's not what I mean, and there is no way that I'm not going out like that!"

"Now dear, we've been through this all before. You don't have any say in the matter. I run your life now, and *I* will decide how you will dress up."

"Yeah, and if I don't do as you say, you'll make me want to go f*&k some guy."

"Yes!" she said. "Mmmm, that would be just divine."

"Well that isn't going to happen" I replied defiantly.

"Not for a little while anyway. You don't have big enough boobs yet to attract anyone cute. But your black dress will show off your nice smooth legs."

"What do you mean?" I said, thinking about my hairy legs.

"Don't you remember shaving them this morning when you took your shower?" she asked.

I felt a chill up and down my spine. No! She didn't! She didn't make me do that! I dropped my pants off of me in a panic, and stared at my legs. They were smooth and hairless. No! She had made me shave my legs, and I hadn't even noticed!

"What have you done?" I said.

"Just some basic feminine hygiene. I also shaved your chest, since that hair looks ugly. But it won't be growing back, since you're a chick now. Oh, and I shaved under your arms too, so you'll look good in something sleeveless."

"No!" I said. "How could you do this to me?"

She just laughed, and I knew I was in deeper and deeper trouble. She was going to *make* me dress up in that little black dress, whether I wanted to or not. I took off the rest of my clothes, and looked at my hairless body.

"Those white panties and bra just won't do" she said. "Don't you want to wear the black ones, so you match?"

"Its under my clothes" I replied. "Who cares?"

"You do" she said, "because you're a woman. Now lets get going. We don't have time to waste."

I put the black panties on, and then took out my black bra. I looked at my nipples as I prepared to put it on, and noticed for the first time how they were larger, and the ring of color around them had expanded. My breast growth had begun. I shuddered as I put on my bra, thinking how it would start to fill out soon.

"Get the box out from under the bed" she said to me next.

"What box?"

"The one you got in the mail the other day."

I didn't remember getting a package in the mail. I didn't remember ordering anything. But as she had proven to me with shaving my legs, I wasn't always able to remember what I had done. She must have taken control away from me at some point, and ordered something. Whatever it was, I was sure that I wasn't going to like it.

I opened up the box, and felt a revulsion when I saw what it was: a pair of breast forms. They looked like real women's breasts. And she was going to make me put them into my bra.

"I can't wear these!" I said.

"Yes you can dear. Now put them in, or I will do it for you."

As much as I didn't want to wear them, the thought of her taking control away from me, and *making* me do it was worse. Who knew what else she would do if she took over? I relented, opening the box, removing the breast forms, and putting them into my bra. I stared at myself in the mirror.

"Those are just B cups" she said. "You'll be wearing them from now on, to get used to having boobs. I think I'll make you a C cup, or maybe a D, so you'll be much bigger when your natural breasts are done filling out."

I ignored her, as I put on the dark nylons I had bought the other day. They were control tops, and they felt really strange to wear. I pulled on the tight black party dress, and looked at myself in the mirror.

I hadn't noticed how my hips had gotten a little wider, and how my butt had become just a little rounder. The breast forms made it look like I had boobs. The control tops held my tummy back, making it look like I had curves.

I was in a daze, and didn't know what to do.

"Now for your makeup" she said. "We're running late, so I'm going to have to help you with this."

I felt like I was watching a movie, as she took over. This time, I could see what was going on, feel what was happening, but I could do nothing about it. She expertly applied makeup to my face, making me look pretty. She did my hair, making it look bigger, with a very feminine style.

"Please, don't do this" I said to her in my thoughts.

"How are you going to find a man, if you're not pretty?" she said. "And pay attention. This is something that you are going to need to do every day from now on."

"Please stop!" I begged. "Don't do this to me!"

"To you? No dear, I'm doing this to *me*. You need to face the facts. I'm not just your vagina. I am *you*. And you are me. I define you. I make you what you are. And what you are, is a pretty woman. Now stop whining like a little girl, so I can get myself ready to go out."

I could only observe as she made me put on perfume, a necklace, clip-on ear rings, and a pair of bracelets. Ever since she had first appeared on me, she hadn't allowed me to cut my nails, which were now getting longer. She put nail polish on them, and it was so strange to see myself with bright red shiny nails.

I felt so helpless as she put some of the cosmetics, along with my driver's license, my cash money, and a couple of tampons into a purse, which she made me put over my shoulder, after I stepped into my high heel shoes. When had she made me buy all these things? I didn't even remember! That made me feel even more helpless than before.

I did *not* want to go out of the house like this, but I could do nothing as I drove over to Andrea's place. I fought with all my might not to get out of the car, but she was too strong, and I could do nothing. I stood there at the door, wanting to die. They were all about to see me dressed up like a girl. My finger pressed the doorbell, and I wanted to run and get away from there. But she was in full control, and I could only stand there.

I heard footsteps coming, and my heart beat so fast! I couldn't move a muscle as the door swung open, and Andrea appeared. She had a surprised look on her face at first, as if she didn't know who it was at the door. But then a warm smile lit up her pretty face, as she realized that it was *me*. She looked me up and down, and she just beamed with a warm glow.

"I'm so glad you are here" said Andrea, giving me a hug. Now a few months ago, if she gave me a hug, I would have been *so* turned on. But now, I felt nothing. I was here, dressed up as a woman, just like her. And it was a hug like she'd give a sister, not someone who she wanted to make it with.

It was at that moment, when I really *felt* it. She looked at me as a friend, not a man she had been interested in. And not just a friend, a *girlfriend*. My dear sweet Andrea, who I had wanted so badly to start dating, thought of me as a girl!

"I always knew you were one of *us*" said Melissa, who also came and gave me a hug. "I just knew it. From the moment you started hanging out with us, I sensed that you were a girl inside. I am *so* glad that you feel comfortable expressing your feminine side like this."

She squeezed me again, and I felt like a deflated balloon. One by one, all the girls came over, and made a big fuss over me. I was one of *them* now. They fully accepted me as a girl, just like that. Too bad that *I* didn't accept it.

Losing my male genitals had been a big blow to me. And with each little feminization that my vagina forced upon me, I felt less and less of a man. But now, this was the worst of all. These women all looked at me like one of them. They didn't know I had a vagina. For all they knew, I was still a man, in the physical sense. Yet they all were treating me like one of their own. They didn't look at me as a man anymore, and somehow that blow was the worst thing I had felt yet.

"I have to ask you one thing" said Andrea.

"Sure" I replied.

"I just don't feel comfortable calling you Eugene anymore. I don't look at you as a man, and it would just seem wrong to use a man's name for you. Tell me your female name, so I can use that instead."

"Pamela" I blurted out. It wasn't *me* that said it. It was *her*. After walking in the door, she had let me be in charge. But now she made me call myself 'Pamela'. Great. Just great.

"Everyone, I want you to all to say hi to Pamela. She is now one of the girls."

"Hi Pamela!" said Melissa.

"That's a pretty name" said Janet.

I would have cried, if I could have.

 

So now I was Pamela to them, and I was a girlfriend to Andrea. We all chatted, and had a few drinks. Andrea had prepared some appetizers, and we all munched on baby carrots, celery, dip, cheese and crackers. I relaxed. I was among friends. For a moment, I almost forgot that I was standing there in a dress, wearing makeup.

"I like your shoes" said Andrea.

"Thanks!" I replied, feeling proud that she liked my style. But that thought horrified me too; being proud of my choice of high heel shoes was *not* something I really wanted to feel.

What was happening to me? I felt all mixed up inside. With all the noise, all the music, all the talking, all the girls, I was having wild mood swings. One moment, I felt completely aghast about my situation, and felt like dying. Then the next, I felt like I belonged here, and this was who I really was.

One moment, the thought of being a woman like them filled me with revision and horror. The next, I felt like everything was all right. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, and everything was hitting me all at once.

It was then that it hit me: a feeling inside I had never before experienced. It was fleeting, and just for a moment. But it hit me like a ton of bricks. As I talked with Andrea and Melissa, just for the smallest of moments, I had a flash come over me, and in that microsecond, I felt like a woman.

No! I couldn't accept this! This couldn't be! But then it hit me again. A feeling of *being* a woman. Instead of inner turmoil over what was happening to me, it was a feeling of peace, a feeling of calm. And I realized that all I had to do was to let it happen, and I could feel that way all the time.

I could give up this constant fight, and just let myself be who I was now. I didn't have to feel all this pain and anguish; I could just let myself be a woman. It was so tempting on the one hand, to just lit it sweep over me and to give up my internal fight. I had no hope of winning, and keeping my old life. I was a woman now in the physical sense. I could let these new female emotions go over me, and quit my struggle.

But on the other hand, how could I do that? I would be giving up myself. I would be giving in to *her*. I hadn't heard her voice for quiet some time now, and I wondered what she was up to.

I looked at Andrea, and for a moment, I had another strange feeling. I saw her boobs, in her pushup bra. I *wanted* mine to be like that. I felt so flat-chested, so inadequate compared to her. I wanted to be pretty like her. I wanted long hair like Melissa. They were so much prettier than me, and I wanted to be like them.

I felt a warm glow inside, as I realized it: I was jealous of them, because I really was a woman. I had that feeling again, of really being a woman, and it felt good.

It was the truth, and I had fully accepted it now. I *was* a woman. I was female. I was like Andrea and Melissa; I was one of the girls. I let my newfound femininity flow over me, through me, and I no longer felt any struggle against it.

I basked in the warm inner glow, and I smiled as I talked with my girlfriends. I loved being a woman, and I felt so happy that I was giddy inside.

 

"Hey girls, lets go out dancing!" said Janet.

"Yeah, that would be fun!" said Melissa.

"Pamela, are you okay with going out?" asked Andrea kindly.

"Of course" I replied. "Lets go! This will be fun."

"You don't have to, if you don't want to" she said, trying to be sensitive to my needs. I loved women, because we were like that. We cared about others more than ourselves, like those selfish men did.

"No. Lets go! I can't wait to hit the dance floor and shake my booty!" I said enthusiastically. "I want to dance!"

She smiled, and squeezed my hand. I felt so proud to have her as a friend. We all got into a couple of cars, and drove across town to a dance club. We all went it, and started out at a table. But within a few minutes, we were out on the floor, moving to the beat, having a blast.

And sure enough, after a few songs, we started to have guys approach us. This one guy was really cute, with medium length brown hair, broad shoulders and muscular arms. He seemed interested in me! I was so glad that I no longer heard that *male* voice in my head, trying to impede me at every turn.

I was in full control of myself now, and I didn't have to concern myself with *him* anymore. If he was still there inside me, he would have been screaming as I let the guy hold me close for a slow dance. I felt him get hard as he pressed into me. I wanted him, and I was going to make him mine. I was feeling really frisky, and I knew it that this guy and I were bound for bliss.

I winked at Andrea, as I caught sight of her. I would make this guy buy me some drinks, I'd give him my phone number, and after a few dates, I'd lay down for him. I knew that I would fall in love with him, and we'd live happily ever after. I was such a happy woman. Today was the best day of my life.

  

  

  

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