The New Air Hostess

by Chloe Delgado

Part 1

 

   I don't know weather to start this story as an eight year old boy or as the young woman in her late twenties that boy would later become.

  I think I'll start with the former. I was a normal boy up until about the age of eight. That was when my fascination with being female began. It started so indecently. In was at a theatre with my school, coming to the end of a play I had no interest in, daydreaming. Day dreaming like only a young boy could. I was thinking how good it would be if I old switch minds with anyone in the theatre. There was a young girl sat in front of me wearing a tartan skirt and black woolly tights. My mind hovered over the idea for a few minuets. What would it be like being a girl? I'm shore it would be fun. All those beautiful clothes. I had to do it. In my mind I became that young girl. I had lots of new friends. Friends who where girls. Friends to play girly games with. To talk about cloths with. It was amazing. So amazing I would never forget it.

  Thing progressed in to my early teens. In my mind I would regularly become different members of my class at school. Clair, Samantha, Rebecca or Melanie. I would look down at my newly forming breasts and pull up my tights. Then realise I was not Clair or Melanie. I was Ian... A teenage boy!!

  As all this was happening inside I was living the life of a normal boy. I even felt like a normal boy. I loved playing football and climbing trees. But my feminine needs caught up with me.

  One night when I was thirteen, after watch a children's TV program where the presenter was wearing a short skirt and black opaque tights (tights, stockings, nylons or pantyhose. All would play a big part in my life) and wishing a was her. I locked my self in the bathroom and put on a pair of my mothers tights. White and sheer. Probably denier 10. I fumbled with them, but eventually put them on. I became more and more aroused and eventually started masturbating. It felt great. Pretty soon I'd tried on most of my mothers hosiery.

   Around this time I saw my first TV documentary on Transsexuals. I was amazed. My favourite bits where when they showed a picture of a young teenage boy then cut to the beautiful woman he had become. One again masturbation followed. I decided it wouldn't be a bad thing for me. But why masturbation. After more documentaries and more masturbation I decided I wasn't transsexual but was a transvestite. The thing is, I still wanted to be a girl. Really really wanted to be a girl.

  One day when my Mother and Sister had gone out shopping I went looking around my sisters room. I discovered her gym skirt. With my heart pounding I put on some dark blue nylons and the short blue gym skirt. I looked amazing (from the bottom half down). This was my first real experience with female clothing other than tights. I swanked around the room like a little princess. But I relished I didn't want to be a princess. I wanted to be a normal school girl. So the next time I put on her school uniform. Little black skirt, the thick opaque tights that exited me so much, white blouse (with training bra) and black loafers with heals. I felt unbelievable. Such a girl. I pretended I was on the school bus. Sat there, talking with my friends about my breasts and changing body. Boys and cloths.

   I eventually started to grow my hair. It was essential for me. I was regularly dressing as the girl I so wanted to be. Id evolved. I was wearing my hair in all the latest girls styles( in private ofcourse). I was wearing full make up. It was hard, but I was practising. Skirts, dresses, bras, panties even sexy stockings and Basques.

   I would always fantasise about turning into a girl. Little did I know that one day this fantasy would be realised. I think if I'd known that then I would have exploded with pleasure.

  I would pretend I was on a special trip. Some where in Scandinavia. I was on my own in a posh hotel. Id gone there with a suit case full of girls cloths, a wig and false breasts. I wanted to be a young woman in public. I couldn't do that at home. On that make believe night in Stockholm I'd had a bath and shaved. Shaved all over. Especially my legs. ( I was 15 now and becoming a young man). I moisturised and began dressing. That night I would wear a long skirt with a huge spilt all the way. I would be wearing sexy shear black nylons teamed with black knee boots. A long brown wig, full make up and matching bra and panties. Not to mention the black silky blouse and long black ladies coat.

  In this particular fantasy I would leave my hotel room. Smelling feminine perfume I was wearing, and go down the hotel lounge for a white wine. Catching glimpses in the bar mirror of the beautiful girl sat sipping her wine. A young man. A northern European blond guy came and sat next to me. Buy me another drink and comment on my beauty. We would flirt together and decide on having a meal together. Whilst having the meal he would gently put his hand on my nylon-clad knee. Unbelievably I became so aroused I started to harden. He worked his hand even higher and eventually touched it. Touched my penis. He smiled and said follow me.

    We arrived in my room. I stripped and slipped into some black sensual lingerie and sexy stockings. After more wine, I went down on him. Deep throated his throbbing member. all the time him stroking my smooth legs. He started talking. Breathing heavy with a nervous tension. " You would make a beautiful girl. A real girl I mean. Have you ever considered having a sex change?"

  Of course I have. I think about nothing else. Look at me.

I lay there in full makeup. Sexy lingerie covering my silky skin.

   " I may be able to help you" he said " You may not believe it but I run Sweden's, and perhaps the worlds best gender reassignment hospital. I've been turning boys into girls for the last 10 years.

   If you really wanted. You could be a beautiful young school girl in 5 months under my expert supervision"

   " But how" I said....I've got a family and a life as a boy in England"

   " Don't worry. What's more important. Leading a mundain life as a boy. A boy about to become a man. Or as a beautiful girl. A beautiful girl about to become one of the most beautiful women ever"

( Remembering now this was just a boyhood fantacy. It is so bizarre I would become renowned as one of the most beautiful air hostesses ever. A truly wonderful looking woman.)

" I will take you away. Sedate you. Put you through all the latest gender change technology. In six months you will wake every bit the sexy teenage girl you deserve to be.

You'll be placed in Stockholms best all girls school, and let me tell you they've got the best uniforms. Short black skirts, tight white blouses and compulsery nylons"

"What do you say"

I thought about it for 5 seconds and said….

" Yes…I want to be a girl…I want to be a girl called Mellanie"

  

  

  

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