Transsexual Female / 18
OUTED BY MOM
When I was seven years old my parents divorced. I haven't seen my Dad since I was five and I barely remember what he looks like. When I was ten Mom told me that I was supposed to have been a girl and we moved and when we got to the new school she told everyone I was a transgender female. The thing is I thought the whole thing was a fun game. I always enjoyed playing dress-up and role playing games so this was just another one except full time. Mom had been making me grow out my hair for five years so it was down to my waist by then so I already looked like a girl and a lot of people mistook me for a girl but I didn't care. I always thought of myself somewhat ambiguously anyways being interested in both feminine and masculine pursuits. I enjoyed sewing, collecting seashells and Barbie's but I also enjoyed baseball, football and helping the neighbor Mr. Barnes work on his car and collecting "action figures". I was just as likely to make my mom a new dress as I was to be covered in grease. Mom said that if I had been born a girl I'd have been a very feminine Tomboy.
But it is one thing to have feminine interests mingled in with masculine ones and quite another to change from being male to female. Though on that day when she took me out clothes shopping for a new wardrobe of girl's clothes including some pretty dresses and to get my ears pierced and my hair permed, I stood in front of the mirror at the end of the day looking at a pretty girl looking back at me I felt a tingle between my legs and I liked it.
I had attended 4th, and 5th grade as a girl in another town and nobody noticed that Mom had changed my birth certificate from male to female simply by using an old typewriter to add "FE" to "MALE." With a name like Drew on my birth certificate no change was needed. I had met both boys and girls with that name. At the beginning of sixth grade Mom sat me down and had a talk with me. I already knew and understood both the mechanics of reproduction as well as the basics of the sex act itself though I was short on some of the details. So I thought that was what Mom was going to talk to me about and that was the general topic of the conversation.
What Mom wanted to talk to me about was whether or not I might one day want to be a Mommy (she was still running with the idea that I would grow up to be a woman) and broached to topic of masturbation ("everyone does it"). Of course to me it was an awkward topic but Mom was straight forward not beating around the bush which somehow made the conversation more comfortable. She had always been that way. Mom wanted to know if I had started to masturbate yet and more importantly did anything squirt out when I did. When she saw how embarrassed I was about this conversation she switched gears a little and said that it was also normal for boys to have a "nocturnal" emission. And then wanted me to inform her when that might happen. Well I had absolutely no intention of telling my Mom anything at all about such things.
A few months later just before I turned 12 Mom pulled me aside again for another talk. This time she informed me that she found by the dried semen stains on my sheets that either I had masturbated (which she said was very good for me to do) or I had a nocturnal emission and either way it was an indication that I might be ready to "donate" a sperm sample to a doctor. So she made an appointment and had a long private conversation with the doctor and then I was brought into the exam room and the doctor examined me while I sat naked on the exam table, no gown. He poked and prodded and touched me everywhere and honestly I couldn't tell if any of it was appropriate or not but I trusted the dr. because my Mom was right there. Then he told me he wanted me to go into the bathroom and masturbate into a cup for him and that I could bring a laptop in with me and watch porn while I did it (I later found out this is illegal).
I jerked off while watching an orgy of two transgender females, two guys and one girl doing all kinds of things I hadn't seen before. I successfully "donated" about a teaspoon worth of fluid that was whitish but not completely white. I had only masturbated in the dark in my bed so I had no idea what the stuff looked like until then.
After that Mom made appointments for me to go to three different clinics where I would "donate" sperm at each one. We had to fly to two of them and I'd never flown before. That part was fun. one of the places had a stack of dirty magazines for me to look for. I think I was in there for almost two hours.
When we were done with that Mom had me start taking a bunch of meds. She called them "special vitamins." I found out a year later they were hormones. I noticed after a few months that I had begun growing breasts. I had previously had small "man boobs" though they weren't much trouble but now I had actual breasts with big puffy nipples that ached all the time but in a way that made me like it. I'd also would have sworn that my penis had shrunk bit in that time and hardly ever got hard any more.
The following year I was supposed to start 7th grade. But in 7th grade they make the boys change clothes for gym and take showers. So I changed schools again this time going to an all girl's Catholic school that had private changing booths and private showers for the girls. It was the same school my Mom had gone to. The idea, as Mom explained it, was to avoid having anyone see what I looked like naked. By the end of 8th grade I had full C-cup breasts and some curves and I had a very feminine sounding voice. I was also really interested in boys which there weren't any at school of course except some of the teachers and only one was interesting looking. There were dances but they were very heavily monitored and nobody could actually have a date. We just simply all went, danced with a variety of boys then left.
I am very lucky that I already had feminine features. Mom once showed me a photo of Dad in drag from his high school days. He had dressed that way for Halloween one year. In it he had little make-up and actually looked like a girl not just a drag queen. So I was g*fted with good genes.
Mom had warned me that boys probably wouldn't accept me as an authentic girl and so suggested I avoid school romance. Funny thing is that in my freshman year, a girl who was a junior, two years older than me, started to covertly flirt with me. Since I was certain I had been bi all along I didn't mind at all though thought we should be discrete. Even though I was fairly certain that half the nuns were lesbian, lesbian relationships were not openly tolerated and we were even warned against their evils.
Her name was Emily and boy was she surprised when she felt me up that first time we had a sleep over at her place. Mom warned me against letting her see me naked but Emily insisted that I would easily fit on her full size bed and we started kissing and feeling each other's tits then her hand went up my dress and that was it. She sat right up with a shocked look on her face. I though at first she was pissed to learn I was a guy but she was really just shocked that I had completely deceived her into thinking I was all girl. But then she just explored my whole body feeling everything and looking at everything and then became fascinated by my soft little penis. The best part was when she sucked on it. I didn't get as horny as I had before the special vitamins but I did get somewhat aroused and feeling a mouth on your dick feels wonderful regardless of your hormone levels. I never got ..(continue confession)
But it is one thing to have feminine interests mingled in with masculine ones and quite another to change from being male to female. Though on that day when she took me out clothes shopping for a new wardrobe of girl's clothes including some pretty dresses and to get my ears pierced and my hair permed, I stood in front of the mirror at the end of the day looking at a pretty girl looking back at me I felt a tingle between my legs and I liked it.
I had attended 4th, and 5th grade as a girl in another town and nobody noticed that Mom had changed my birth certificate from male to female simply by using an old typewriter to add "FE" to "MALE." With a name like Drew on my birth certificate no change was needed. I had met both boys and girls with that name. At the beginning of sixth grade Mom sat me down and had a talk with me. I already knew and understood both the mechanics of reproduction as well as the basics of the sex act itself though I was short on some of the details. So I thought that was what Mom was going to talk to me about and that was the general topic of the conversation.
What Mom wanted to talk to me about was whether or not I might one day want to be a Mommy (she was still running with the idea that I would grow up to be a woman) and broached to topic of masturbation ("everyone does it"). Of course to me it was an awkward topic but Mom was straight forward not beating around the bush which somehow made the conversation more comfortable. She had always been that way. Mom wanted to know if I had started to masturbate yet and more importantly did anything squirt out when I did. When she saw how embarrassed I was about this conversation she switched gears a little and said that it was also normal for boys to have a "nocturnal" emission. And then wanted me to inform her when that might happen. Well I had absolutely no intention of telling my Mom anything at all about such things.
A few months later just before I turned 12 Mom pulled me aside again for another talk. This time she informed me that she found by the dried semen stains on my sheets that either I had masturbated (which she said was very good for me to do) or I had a nocturnal emission and either way it was an indication that I might be ready to "donate" a sperm sample to a doctor. So she made an appointment and had a long private conversation with the doctor and then I was brought into the exam room and the doctor examined me while I sat naked on the exam table, no gown. He poked and prodded and touched me everywhere and honestly I couldn't tell if any of it was appropriate or not but I trusted the dr. because my Mom was right there. Then he told me he wanted me to go into the bathroom and masturbate into a cup for him and that I could bring a laptop in with me and watch porn while I did it (I later found out this is illegal).
I jerked off while watching an orgy of two transgender females, two guys and one girl doing all kinds of things I hadn't seen before. I successfully "donated" about a teaspoon worth of fluid that was whitish but not completely white. I had only masturbated in the dark in my bed so I had no idea what the stuff looked like until then.
After that Mom made appointments for me to go to three different clinics where I would "donate" sperm at each one. We had to fly to two of them and I'd never flown before. That part was fun. one of the places had a stack of dirty magazines for me to look for. I think I was in there for almost two hours.
When we were done with that Mom had me start taking a bunch of meds. She called them "special vitamins." I found out a year later they were hormones. I noticed after a few months that I had begun growing breasts. I had previously had small "man boobs" though they weren't much trouble but now I had actual breasts with big puffy nipples that ached all the time but in a way that made me like it. I'd also would have sworn that my penis had shrunk bit in that time and hardly ever got hard any more.
The following year I was supposed to start 7th grade. But in 7th grade they make the boys change clothes for gym and take showers. So I changed schools again this time going to an all girl's Catholic school that had private changing booths and private showers for the girls. It was the same school my Mom had gone to. The idea, as Mom explained it, was to avoid having anyone see what I looked like naked. By the end of 8th grade I had full C-cup breasts and some curves and I had a very feminine sounding voice. I was also really interested in boys which there weren't any at school of course except some of the teachers and only one was interesting looking. There were dances but they were very heavily monitored and nobody could actually have a date. We just simply all went, danced with a variety of boys then left.
I am very lucky that I already had feminine features. Mom once showed me a photo of Dad in drag from his high school days. He had dressed that way for Halloween one year. In it he had little make-up and actually looked like a girl not just a drag queen. So I was g*fted with good genes.
Mom had warned me that boys probably wouldn't accept me as an authentic girl and so suggested I avoid school romance. Funny thing is that in my freshman year, a girl who was a junior, two years older than me, started to covertly flirt with me. Since I was certain I had been bi all along I didn't mind at all though thought we should be discrete. Even though I was fairly certain that half the nuns were lesbian, lesbian relationships were not openly tolerated and we were even warned against their evils.
Her name was Emily and boy was she surprised when she felt me up that first time we had a sleep over at her place. Mom warned me against letting her see me naked but Emily insisted that I would easily fit on her full size bed and we started kissing and feeling each other's tits then her hand went up my dress and that was it. She sat right up with a shocked look on her face. I though at first she was pissed to learn I was a guy but she was really just shocked that I had completely deceived her into thinking I was all girl. But then she just explored my whole body feeling everything and looking at everything and then became fascinated by my soft little penis. The best part was when she sucked on it. I didn't get as horny as I had before the special vitamins but I did get somewhat aroused and feeling a mouth on your dick feels wonderful regardless of your hormone levels. I never got ..(continue confession)
