It didn't look much like a doctors office, as there wasn't a real waiting room, just a sofa, and no sign-in desk. But within seconds a mature, yet beautiful woman appeared, and as she looked at us she said “Which one of you girls is Joanne?” As Joanne held up her hand the woman told her to come with her, but Joanne asked if I could come along for support.

The woman looked at me closely, then asked if I was trans too. And I told her that until a week ago I had been a boy. And she told me to come along, but she'd check me out as well. Which meant drawing blood, which was taken from us by a pretty nurse. After that we sat in a room with the lady, which looked more like an office than a examination room.

And finally she introduced herself as Dr. Anderson. It was mostly talking at first, and Joanne gave her life story again, most of what I knew already. Then it was my turn, and I explained about my puberty that never seemed to have come, and how easy I had adapted to being a part time girl in the past week.

She wrote a lot of notes on one of those thin tablets but I did see a bit of surprise in her eyes when I told about myself. Then we were in for a physical and she wanted to know if we wanted separate rooms, which we declined. We had to take off all our clothes and any “improvement”, which meant wigs, breasts and our plugs. It took us a good fifteen minutes before we had our examination gowns on, and the doctor came back.

We were both in fairly good shape with all the exercises we did. It was clear that Joanne had a better figure, with her targeted exercises. And her manhood was much larger than mine. I had an overall smoothness and hardly any blemishes on my skin. Plus my voice was naturally at a higher pitch. The doctor wrote all our measurements down.

By the time she was done she got a call that the blood had been analyzed, and she checked her computer, and she concentrated on Joanne again.

In essence Joanne met all the requirements to move into a transition phase. She got two months worth of tiny hormone pills. A low dose to see how her body and mindset would accept that before high dose injections were applied. The biggest commitment however was that she officially would change her legal name and start living as a girl full-time. Dr Anderson would change the records on the university side, so that all her credits stayed with her. An unfortunate side effect was however that she could no longer be my roommate, as mixed genders are not allowed in one room.

I could see the panic on her face. One for the public finality of it, that would mean she could no longer delay telling her parents and friends. One for having to split from me, as our lives together had been so perfect these past days. But I told her not to worry. Most couples on campus don't live together and they see each other all the time.

I also saw relief in her eyes. Her big secret would be out and she could finally become who she was meant to be. And I would stand by her, even go with her to tell her parents. And she nodded as she signed the paperwork to set everything in motion.

I was next. It was a different story for me. I didn't have a hormonal imbalance, but a much too tight balance. In a way it was hard to tell from my hormonal values if I was male or female. And if it wasn't for my manhood, my body could have been either, which had blocked my puberty. I was on an uncertain path, as any imbalance could push my body to either side, after which my puberty could still kick in.

And as the doctor explained, my dressing up as a female, our sexual activity, even my easy acceptance of acting as a girl, could make it permanent. Permanent as a girl, with most likely not much life anymore in my manhood. If I was not ready for that, I better switch back to male mode, and reestablish the status-quo from the past years again. Until my mind was made up.

Until my mind was made up… I'd only been a girl for the past five days, while not in class. But Joanne liked me as a girl, that much was true. And I couldn't deny I liked it too. But would it still be the same if my dick stopped working? Heck, she was on a path now to become a woman, so she'd want a working dick around, right? Although even this week her dick was already more active than mine. Would I be the girl in our relationship, where she'd be the woman? At least we could room together again…

It was all extremely confusing, and until I had sorted this out I had better make sure not to trigger any permanent change. So, back to my boy clothes again? I felt a tug of disappointment.

As we walked back to our room, so we could talk things over, Joanne brought up the same worry. I should go back into boy mode. Like that first time I met her. She was sorry that she exposed me to all these girl clothes, but if she was honest she was going to miss Georgia.

Back in the room we decided to give Georgia a hot send-off. Stupid of course after what we had just learned about me, but we both needed it. And I'm not going to say “We had good sex”, but “We made beautiful love”. I was on the bottom as she moved her tongue all over me, and when she finally filled me up I came instantly, so aroused I was. Then I came again when she shot her load. Both times my own dick did not participate.

I missed sleeping with breasts, I missed wearing a silk nightie. I missed my long hair and the taste of my painted lips. Thank God she still had her arm wrapped around me, and her body pushed against me. I dreamed of being a girl and somehow I managed, in my dream, to turn me back into a boy.

Don't get me wrong. Our first weekend as a couple was wonderful. Jona was gone for good and Joanne was mine. I was in love and so was she. We went shopping and bought her an evening dress that she wore when we dined in the casino. I had seen a wonderful silver dress for myself but I had to be strong, so I wore a suit and we still looked good together. Afterwards we played the slots and we watched a show. I knew we'd cherish the pictures we made. We laughed about the fact she was taller than me, but, as she said, the dress needed at least four inch heels. And I felt a pang of jealousy.

On Sunday night I had the weirdest dream, but it explained the turmoil in my brain. My body split in two, the male me, and the female me, and we started fighting. I could feel every punch that landed on either of us. And in the end we were both down, as I managed to wake myself up. Joanne murmured in her sleep and she clearly said “You rock girl”. And I think in her dream the “girl me" came out on top.

Monday morning Joanne was up earlier than normal. She has early classes while I have late ones. But today she needed to pick up her new ID from the administrative building. And she had clearly worked on her looks, to get a perfect picture on her badge. She kissed me before leaving and I could feel her nerves, but I told her “You rock it girl” and she smiled, feeling the strength I gave her.

Like most days since we started rooming together she left me enough from her breakfast to feed me as well. And after I finished that I had made a decision. I found the bottle with pills she had been taking over the weekend, and I popped one before I got second thoughts.

Did I really think that one tiny little pill would change my life? Well, nothing happened at all. Total anti climax. Similar to how her experience had been, and I wondered if the pills were simply fake, and were more a tool to cross a mental barrier. Yet even my mental state did not change, and I felt a pang of disappointment.

Things changed on Friday though. I thought I was coming down with the flu or something, feeling hot and itchy. But after my classes, when I ripped my uncomfortable clothes from my body, I noticed my nipples were red and very swollen and itchy, and I had to stop myself from scratching.

When Joanne, who had been having her best week ever by the way, when she saw me she started crying, and she apologized profusely, saying “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's all my fault!” Turns out she had been crushing one of her pills each day and stuffed it in my breakfast food. She wanted Georgia back, she cried with her face in her hands.

I smiled at that, but I knew better. I'd been taking a pill for five days in a row, wanting Georgia back as well, and the double dose had clearly sped things up. I guess the little pills were not fake after all. Unless it was an allergic reaction?

So, as both she and I wanted Georgia back, I had no reason to force myself into male clothes, and be miserable. We talked it over and decided to simply take what would come our way. We decided to go out for the night and celebrate. At least the little black dress wasn't so itchy on me, but I couldn't use my breast top over my sensitive nipples, so I had to add some padding in my bra. I matched Joanne's heels, so tonight I was an inch taller.

We went to see a movie, as romantic as it could get, and we were all over each other in the dark. I heard someone whisper “lesbo's” and I had to smile. If only they knew. That night, when we made love, Joanne sucked on my swollen nipples and a fire exploded in my crotch area. I had to urge her to take me right away, and as she was inside me she sucked again.

I couldn't stop my body as I came hard, and dragged her with me. But I had to push her away from my nipple to give me a chance to recover. Awkwardly enough, again my own manhood had not been involved at all, when I came.

And it became more apparent the days after that my dick was not doing anything anymore. We called Dr Anderson and she wanted us to come by the same evening. She took my blood herself as all the nurses had gone home already, and we had to wait for an hour, as she worked the machine to analyze it. The results were shocking.

Based on blood samples alone I could have been mistaken for female. Compared to almost two weeks before the balance had been fully swayed to the female side. She'd never seen anything like it in her life. But after she'd seen us before she had done her homework on like cases and the conclusion had always been the same. Once the body went to one side there was no return possible.

I was going to be female, much faster than Joanne. She concluded puberty had finally hit me, and that explained my itchy skin, as it was becoming softer. And it was not just my nipples that were swollen, as small breasts had started forming. She took my measurements and predicted in another week I'd be an A-cup. My waistline had also shrunk by an inch, whereas my hips and buttocks seemed to have added some fat.

There didn't seem to be hope for my manhood. My body tried to purge it, which resulted in its small size and even the shrinking of my scrotum. She wanted to discuss it with some colleagues but in her professional opinion a surgery was needed. If they could replace my manhood with womanhood then the puberty state of my body could accept it, and my new vagina could then give me much more pleasure.

Time was of the essence, and based on what her colleagues would say, she was going to plan for surgery on Friday. Could I be ready in two days?

How can anyone be ready for such a drastic change? In only two days? This was not pulling on a breast top. Or a wig. Or even heels. This was giving up on the essence of my being. My self-being for the past twenty years. A day before my birthday. When I would wake up from the surgery it was a new birthday. The birth of the woman I would be for the rest of my life.

I needed to talk to my mother. She had been talking about coming over for my birthday. Maybe they could come a day earlier? I made the call, on speaker, as Joanne held my hand.

“Oh Gregory, my favorite son!”

“I'm your only son, mom. At least for now.”

“Haha. Dad and I can't wait to see you Saturday. We bought you such a cool present.”

“Thanks mom. But I was wondering.. Could you guys come over a day sooner?”

“On Friday? Oh boy, that won't be easy. Is something the matter?”

“Yes. Something yes. Remember how I never really got into puberty?”

“Oh son, you're still worried about that? I'm sure that it happens to many kids. You've been growing nicely lately, right?”

“True. But I had it checked. It was caused by a hormonal imbalance. Or too balanced really. My body couldn't figure out if I were a boy or a girl.”

“Oh silly. Your body doesn't have its own brain. And you're clearly a boy, right?”

“Not anymore. My body figured it out and swung to one side. And now I finally go through puberty.”

“But that's great! I'm so…”

“Mom. Listen! I'm going through puberty as a girl!”

“A girl? Greg? That's not possible. You're making this up, right?”

“No mom. It's going real fast. So fast that I need surgery on Friday. That's why I hoped you could be here. And it would help my girlfriend too, knowing that there's family around.”

“A girlfriend? You have a girlfriend? That's wonderful! But. But.. surgery? Like a scary one?”

“No, no. Joanne is the sweetest ever, you're gonna like her. Oh the surgery you mean? Yes, that's a scary one. They can't stop my puberty, so I am becoming a girl. But they can help the process and take care of the last bit that makes me a boy. So I can become a complete woman.”

“Oh god. Are you sure? There's no other way? Of course we'll be there! I'll have to talk to your dad. We'll be there around noon! Oh my god…”

She disconnected before I could say anything more. And maybe it was for the best. Things would be easier to explain as she saw me in girl mode. And even Dad had to accept. And suddenly we realized that my parents knew now before we even had a chance to talk with Joanne's parents. Should we invite them too for my birthday? In the hospital? It didn't seem like the best way, as things would revolve around me and not her. So, I convinced her to call her mom as well, and explain what had been going on.

Apparently it was the best thing to do. Her mom wasn't surprised at all, but they'd given their son the time to figure things out. Her dad was supportive too, happy to have the daughter he'd always wanted. Only her younger brother thought it was “stupid”, but he asked if it meant he could have her bike and game console. And although it was crazy to think girls didn't need a bike, or couldn't play video games, Joanne told him they were his now, and it simply settled his acceptance.

It was harder to explain that Joanne, now a girl, had a girlfriend. Funnily enough though it was easier to accept than her having a boyfriend, which would have felt gay. Old habits are hard to break. But they welcomed me into the family, and hoped to meet me soon. Joanne texted a picture of the both of us as we spoke, and the three on the other side were speechless for a moment. Then it was her mom saying we looked beautiful together. And her dad confessed he was thrilled to have two daughters now. I had to chuckle because we were a far way from being married, but then I realized I couldn't see my future in any way without Joanne.

When they learned about my birthday this weekend they suggested they come over and really meet me, and in a way their new daughter. So I had to explain I'd be in the hospital after a big surgery, but instead of calling it off they wanted to know what hospital and they were surely going to come. Family bonds were clearly strong, and I wondered why Joanne had been afraid to tell them. But that's hindsight, I guess.