Since I started looking at the Transformation web pages about a year and a half ago, I have read so many stories that were dialogues of some of the most sacred parts of the people they are about. Before I do continue on I would just like to say that the Transformation site is second to none and that it has helped me immensely with my own transformation.
Due to the fact that so many people like myself have been willing to put their story on the site, I would like to add mine for those younger, confused members who may be looking at this site at the minute, due to the fact I have only just turned 18 and live as female almost 100% of the time.
My story begins when I was 11 years old. Like most youngsters at the age of 11 I began to notice the girls at my school. I knew this was normal, or thought it was at that point of time. Most of the guys in my class would spend time talking about this girl, or that girl that they had met and that she was cute or nice looking. I simply put 2 and 2 together and assumed that the feelings were one of attraction towards the opposite sex.
As I continued to grow and reach the full blown stages of puberty I began thinking more and more of women. Most of the boys in my class at that time were beginning to have more sexual thoughts and feelings that became apparent whenever the topic of a nice looking girl came up in our conversations. At this point I began to notice a more evolved sense of feelings, I was starting to distinguish my feelings apart from the rest and read into what I was really feeling.
My emotions and feelings were not ones of the normal animal sexual desires but ones of respect and admiration for the opposite sex. It became more anymore apparent that my attractions were not that of the woman but the shape of her body, her makeup, the clothes they wore and the little things like the way they would wear their hair.
As more time passed I found myself hitting 14 years old. I will not bore you with the details but my big sister had left and married and unknown to her had left a stockpile of clothes in the attic. They fitted perfectly. I found myself from time to time going into the attic and trying on her panties and stockings. This soon developed to an addiction, having to ware them under my clothes for school and anywhere I went.
After about 6 months, I began having sneak sessions while my parents were out and put on skirt, blouse bra and jacket. I would put some tissue paper down my bra to act as breasts, until one day my mother decided to enter a fancy dress contest. She bought a long blonde wig for it and after she was finished with it put it up the attic.
I decided at this point that I was going to go the full hog and dress female. By this time I was 15 and a half. I had a friend at school called Jolene.
She was a lesbian and confided her secret in me. She had told me a year before about it and was expecting a bad reaction from me. I just shrugged and asked her if she was happy, to which she told me she was, so that was a good enough answer for me. I decided that it was time to confide in her the same way she had trusted me so I took her out to lunch and told her. Don’t ask how because I don’t really remember the details!
At this point I asked for her help as a woman. She was a beautiful girl and also spent time preparing her each day. She was always stunning but never over the top, had I admired her for her style. She agreed and when her parents went on holiday for a week, I stayed over. She made sure I was shaved, trimmed and fully made up with her makeup kit. She also shaped the wig for me and helped me choose my garments.
While she was doing this she kept me away from the mirrors. When she was finished she gave me a set of high heels that were fawn in colour with a thick strap across the middle. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
I was absolutely stunned at what I saw. There was no boy in that face or body, only a young woman looking back. I felt vibrant and alive, I felt comfortable, I felt like myself! I continued to dress for a month afterwards, every weekend until my parents divorced then I took a few months break to sort my head out. When I went back to it again I wore the same garments I wore as the first time. It felt just as exciting and amazing as the first time.
At that point, with my 16th birthday only a week away, I made my decision. Was going to tell my mother, who I was living with. My father had moved to the USA so I didn’t see him often. I wrote my mother a letter and left it on her pillow. I stayed the weekend at a friend’s house to let her absorb it.
In the letter I explained my desires and how I didn’t feel like a boy, I was a Girl and I wanted to spend my 16th birthday dressed as and being Michelle. Then I went home my mother agreed to it. She told me she had no idea about it and that if I felt so strongly I should have told her sooner.
My mother never stood in the way. In fact for a couple of days afterwards she went shopping for me. On the 17th of Dec my life would change, I would be 16 but best of all would be a 16 Year old woman.
More to come ………..