Hi. I guess you’re here about my story. It’s kind of long and I’m not sure how interesting it really is but I’m told that I need to tell it. I’m going to write it all out; yes, all of it so I don’t have to answer everyone’s questions about me personally and for the rest of my life. In fact, I would really like everyone to go away and never bother me again, but that’s just me I suppose; I was like that before all this started.

Hopefully, my story gets old after you’ve heard it and realize that I’m just another person. I had one extraordinary thing happen to me that no one can explain yet but, here I am. No explanations or answers have ever been given to me and I have been poked at, prodded and explored in the most violating ways by the very best and brightest scientists and doctors on the planet.

The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled on my life; just existing outside of a laboratory needed to be a law I’m so strange. Nothing is ever quiet or easy. I’m reminded of the words of Tina Turner “We never do nothing nice and easy…”

Let me first say that I have no idea how this happened, why this happened or even what exactly happened to me but I do know where and when it happened and all I can tell you is what I lived through and know that every word I write is true.

I was born Jason David James on October 4^th 1988 in Madison Wisconsin. I had a typical suburban upbringing. My Mom and Dad brought me to the house I grew up in and where they still live to this day when I was 3 days old.

I have an older sister who has helped me through this and I want to thank all of my family first and foremost before I get rolling to get it out of the way.

I loved sports growing up; I still love sports. I played little league baseball for 6 years and basketball for 4. I wasn’t very good at either and couldn’t make my High School teams so I stopped playing when others told me it was time.

High School was like 10% pure fear and 90% boredom for me. I wasn’t popular but I got along with most people. I got picked on a bit but not as badly as others got it. I took my classes, had a few friends, had a few crushes, and had a few…very few, dates and got the hell out of there.

I worked washing dishes and bussing tables in a restaurant through High School and the first two years of college before I switched over to working at Best Buy.

I graduated from U of Wisconsin with my degree in accounting in 2010 and got a job with an Accounting firm in Chicago where I was a typical drone/desk jockey.

Once again, few dates came my way as I was pretty shy and not very outgoing and was afraid of rejection. I also frankly, liked being by myself and never craved having to be with someone.

I was what would be considered pretty average looking. I was tall; I had that going for me as I officially topped out at 6’3 and ½”. I was skinny through school at only around 160 pounds before I put on a bit more weight getting up to 190 at my highest. My hair was a sandy light brown, my eyes green. I have big teeth that I wore braces on during school and my build was blah…nothing impressive but also nothing out of the ordinary.

Now I have to answer one of those inevitable questions before I get to the big part; yes I did always have an interest in transformation.

I’ll walk through it as much as I can; there’s not much to it when you really break it down and put it into words. I remember watching an old Sesame Street bit about a mouse and an elephant switching places when I was probably 5.

I didn’t think much more about it until I hit puberty and my fantasies rolled out. I would think about a guy turning into a girl at first. Then an ugly girl would transform and change into a pretty one. Then it became me who would turn into a girl from one of my classes once I reached High School. I saw myself change into thousands of different women in my mind. Actresses, singers, classmates, teachers, random women in the mall, waitresses, co-workers; you get the idea.

Sometimes women would change out features with another woman…once in a great while, I would see a woman change into an animal but not very often.

So the answer is yes, I was interested in all this before it actually happened. No, I don’t think I was into so much more than anyone else I’ve seen on the internet who is into this type of thing and why it happened to me is still a mystery but I don’t think I willed it into occurring.

So let’s get down to the details because that’s what everybody wants to know about anyway.

It was a Tuesday night in April of 2012. It had been busy at our office as it was just past tax day and we were still wrapping a lot of loose ends up and working on extensions but overtime was done so I was out of there at five.

I drove home and stopped at the Subway at the end of my block and brought home a sandwich to eat for dinner.

I shared my one room apartment with my cat who greeted me at the door when she heard me come in. She would intertwine her way through my legs and meow and few times as I scratched her head and ears. I had to fill up her food bowl even if there was still food in it; it’s just her thing and get her fresh water. After that, she would hang around me as I went through the mail and checked my phone.

I ate dinner and turned on the TV to catch some news and stretched out in my recliner. I thought I felt a headache starting up and I felt a little dizzy when I closed my eyes for any length of time; it was just a little bit of pain behind my eyes but I got headaches pretty regularly so I didn’t think much of it.

I kicked back and tried to relax for a few minutes before I got online and checked around on there for a while which was my boring habit for most evenings.

The headache was the start of it but I had no way of knowing that or understanding what was about to happen to me.

The bottom of my left foot started to itch. I ran it over my right big toe but I was still wearing socks so it didn’t do much. I bent down and pushed my sock down so I could get my finger in and scratch but my foot was still itching so I pulled the sock all the way off and tossed it aside toward the couch.

I scratched away and it felt great and once I was done, I pulled my other sock off just because it felt weird to just leave one on.

So how often do you think about how your feet look?

You know what they look like; they’re connected to your body; they’re part of you but if they started to change shape on you, how long would it take to notice?

It took me a moment and it was more the movement of them shrinking that caught my eye.

I was watching TV, not staring at my feet, but they were in my peripheral vision and I thought I detected them moving out of my field of vision without me physically moving them.

I shifted my sight line away from the TV and to my body, specifically my feet poking out from the bottom of my khaki pants. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

My feet were changing shape and size before my eyes.

I felt a tightness in my throat, my heart began to beat faster and my stomach flipped. I also couldn’t stop the fact that I was getting an erection as well. My body reacted on its own. I took a deep breath trying to calm down trying to asses if I had fallen asleep and was lucidly dreaming or if this was actually happening in real life.

The tops of my feet looked smoother. They were shrinking. My toes were getting smaller and my nails were thinning and getting smaller in conjunction with them.

My feet were sticking out less and less from the bottoms of my pant legs. I sat up and changed position going cross legged to bring my feet up closer to me. When I moved, I saw that the bottoms looked more orange and pinker somehow. The callus on the ball of my foot was gone and the rough skin at my heels was now smooth and pink but I did have spots appear higher up on the my heels that looked like places where blisters had once been rubbed.

I was speechless. My mouth hung open in shock. In a way, I was afraid to touch my own body but I knew that I had to. My hands moved hesitantly out to them and once I touched them, I could feel it as one part of my body touching another.

I rubbed my toes and around my arches, I ran my fingers over the tops noticing how smooth the skin felt but also how it just felt natural. My toenails were flatter and trimmed up nicer than usual. I ran the pads of my fingers over them pressing down to feel any sharp sports.

They were so small. My feet looked about half the size they used to be and I couldn’t understand why. My mind was racing but my mouth wasn’t. It was just me and my cat…who would I talk to?

I lifted my pant legs up a bit and if I thought I couldn’t get any more shocked, I was wrong. I had a spot on the inside of my left ankle. It was purple and always kind of warm as a left over to hurting it really badly when I was a kid. I lifted my pant leg up and saw that spot clear up and vanish right then and there. My ankle thinned and the skin smoothed out again but more than that I saw the black hairs on my legs disappearing too.

“Oh Shit” became the first words out of my mouth.

Of course my mind was racing to all the thousands of stories I had read and the countless and endless fantasies I had already had in my life leading up to that point. My feet looked feminine and now my ankles had changed and I was losing my leg hairs.

Up out of the chair I jumped, slamming down the foot rest and scaring the cat out the room. My hands were shaking as I undid my belt and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I dropped them and stepped free of them by kicking them away from me.

I audibly gasped sucking in as much air as my lungs could hold.

My hands went to my thighs and I squeezed because my legs didn’t look like my legs anymore and they were changing as I stared at them.

My calves were smaller and shorter and my thighs were spreading out and filling up. The felt so soft, the skin was so smooth but I couldn’t wrap my hands around them as they got rounder and bigger.

I looked up and ahead of me at the wall; I could tell I was shorter. Things had shifted up higher in front of me and it was disconcerting and fascinating at the same time. I was all out of sorts.

I looked back down to my hairless legs. A few bumps were there and the birthmark I had on my left thigh was gone. I put my legs together, my knees looked different, my legs sat differently up against each other. My ankles were together and my feet looked so small and petite.

I couldn’t swallow anymore, my heart was in my throat “What am I going to do?” flashed in my mind as a true solid thought. Every other thought was disjointed and would cut off before fully forming like my brain was short circuiting in a weird way trying to calm myself down yet maintain a level of adrenaline.

It finally hit me where this was heading as I had to realize that the changes were moving up my body and had reached a crucial point.

I finally managed to swallow but my arms went numb as I felt my boxers get tight across the sides and back. I could physically feel my shorts getting tighter on my body as my hips and ass began to spread out, pushing outward as flesh built up out of nowhere on my behind.

I fumbled trying to unbutton my shirt; got three buttons undone and yanked my shirt and undershirt off over my head since it was blocking my view.

My hips were bulging and where I had extra leg room before, now with my larger thighs, it was getting really tight there too. I had to constrict my hips and waist to get my thumbs under the waistband and pull my boxers down free and I stepped out of them and tossed those aside as well.

Now naked, the absurdity of what was happening to me was still trying to break through to comprehension in my mind. My hips were widening and spreading out changing my center of gravity and my figure; I was getting an hourglass notch in my waist and my back felt different as weight shifted into my rear end.

I couldn’t get a look at it but it felt so different to me.

But I also still had a dick and balls hanging out. I was fully erect to the point of it quivering and throbbing at times but if I was turning into a woman…

I realized I was holding my breath and my arms were up and locked at my sides “Relax…you have to relax” came through as a coherent thought before another part of my brain kicked in and told me “You’re about to lose your penis”

As my mind and body wrestled with this thought and fact, the body took over and started to make it come true.

I wasn’t a manscaper; anything that grew stayed. Now hair began to shift and vanish, thin and tighten up closer and lighten in color from my normal reddish brown to a much lighter brown. Watching hair change shape, pattern, texture and color will blow your mind. And yes I say that knowing full well what I’m about to write.

My testicles started to rise up and pull in closer and closer. My scrotum sack smoothed and tightened as well almost pushing them up along with their own pull.

I can’t describe how it felt because it’s so hard to put into words. Usually whenever anyone touches one, it hurts, but not in this case. I don’t know if they were shrinking as they got closer but I could feel them come up into contact with my body in the lower pelvis and then, I felt them pop in.

My stomach fluttered twice in a row as first one then the other came inside. I could feel my stomach naturally pull inward in a reaction and a warmth pushed out through me. I’m guessing I was growing a womb, a uterus at that moment in time. My testicles and all their plumbing were being reworked and rewired because believe me, I know I’m fully functioning as a female.

The left over skin from my scrotum began to fold over, moisten and separate. Nerve endings came to life as my penis began to shrink. It just started getting smaller and kept steadily going in that direction. It came in both in length and girth and the sensations I felt from it changed. The throbbing never quite stopped but its intensity changed and relocated as all of it came forward to the head and I really felt nothing through the shaft as it got smaller and smaller.

I leaned over and bent as far forward as I could as I passed from male to female. The skin was opening and folding over as my penis pulled back into it. Just the cap stuck out and then, simply put, it was gone. The skin folded over it and I convulsed as I developed a clitoris separate from all other functions that were going on with me now. A vagina formed separate and my vulva took shape and just like that, I had functioning female genitalia.

I know what you’re all thinking out there so we’ll take a break for a moment “Just like that” you’re all saying “You can’t just go from having male to female ‘just like that’”

But I did.

It didn’t hurt. There was some numbness and I could tell something was going on and changing me on many different levels and in many different ways. A lot of this is coping mechanisms. If you think about it too long or too hard…ha! Hard! You’ll go insane so your body adjusts and accepts and so does your mind so you’re all just going to have to accept that one minute I was a guy with a penis and then the next minute, I was a woman with a vagina.

Albeit I was a very odd looking woman at that particular point as I was a woman from the waist down but still looked very much like a guy from the waist up. But that was going to change soon enough.

My stomach gurgled once and I looked slightly up to it and I wondered what I weighed. I knew my ass was bigger but I also knew I couldn’t be 190 pounds anymore or I’d have a gut on me and I didn’t, my stomach was pretty flat. I was still bent over so I had lines and a few puffy spots but they smoothed out as I stood back up.

I felt the need to stand up straight as I felt a tugging in my back. Once totally upright, my jaw dropped yet again as I watched the walls grow on me.

I know that’s a weird way to put it, but I looked straight ahead of me and tried to adjust as I shrank down several inches in height. It was just a blank spot on the wall in front of me, the TV was off to my left and I could tell its relative position to me was changing. It was going up as I went down.

I knew I was shorter. I just felt it and I knew it even though I didn’t know how tall I still was.

My muscles tensed up across my back and sides, I thought I felt my ribs shift. Did my internal organs change too in that moment? Did my heart get smaller? Did my lungs? Did my stomach change then or had it already. My appetite changed after all of this. Things tasted differently and I could not eat nearly as much as before but I’m getting sidetracked.

So here we are and now I’m speaking to the guys in my audience “How would you react to what happens next and you know exactly what I’m talking about?”

Yep, we’re up to the point where I grow boobs.

How many hack comedians make the joke “If I had my own boobs, I’d never leave the house?”

So I’m going to describe this and you can all think it went however you want.

My body must have been holding some fat in reserve but not a lot. Sorry to disappoint, but they’re not as big as you’d probably like. They fit my body and my frame though and they do take some getting used to.

My nipples puffed up and out but they aren’t huge by any sense of the imagination. My areolas widened a bit and got larger as they started to grow. My chest got puffy and small breasts began to grow and just as steadily as my penis shrunk, they grew.

I never had a hairy chest; just like three hairs total on there so it didn’t take long to clear the way.

It was with a stubborn determination that they just kept increasing in size on my chest. They went from puffy to cone shaped before turning round. Just when I thought they’d keep getting bigger; they stopped.

I had no idea what “size” they were or even how I could determine that but I wasn’t going to think about it for very long at that moment. I cupped them and squished them together. I lifted them up and made a clear cleavage line before tweaking my nipples “Ah!” I let out surprised at just how much more sensitive they had become.

Guys’ nipples don’t do anything and there’s really no receptors there. If you twist them, it hurts but now I felt all different kinds of sensations shooting through my body when I played with them. It kind of relaxed me to massage them for a minute with my big man hands.

Speaking of man hands, my next changes went to my shoulders, arms and hands.

I felt my muscles tighten across my upper back. It changed my posture and stance and just the way I held myself. My shoulders rounded and came in and my arms began to shrink up to match my new size and length. My upper arms softened and my lower arms shrank back shorter but since once again, I didn’t have much hair there to begin with, I didn’t notice much of a change. My arms were slimmer and smaller though and once again, appropriate for my body.

My hands weren’t huge to begin with but they did change and shrink down next. My fingernails seemed to get rounder with a little more lift and curve to them but they weren’t long and didn’t take off growing either. They were trimmed and nice to be honest; even and taken care of more so than my usual haphazard look.

The skin on the backs of my hands lightened and smoothed out like so much of my skin had already done. What is it with girls having such softer skin? My fingers shrank down a bit; they were thinner and I guess more feminine looking.

I hadn’t moved much from my spot next to my chair where I had stood up but a voice in my head said “You’ve got to get to a mirror” and I moved.

My body moved completely differently than before. My smaller feet and wider hips changed my gait. My ass and boobs swayed and moved and my boobs brushed up against my upper arms because I was holding them in so tight and close to my chest. I tried to walk naturally but I was just off the whole few steps it took me to get to my bathroom down the short hallway.

Seeing my reflection was a pure shock to the system. My naked body was right there reflected back at me. I saw my boobs on me and I gasped again looking down at my stomach and smooth front. “Oh God” I said out loud. My voice was still deep and masculine but I noticed that my neck looked longer relative to my body “Oh…” I repeated but my throat and mouth felt different and the sound of my voice was changing. “Oh” I said realizing it had pitched higher and now sounded feminine.

I know what I hear in my head is different from what the rest of the world hears but hearing your voice change and you can’t change it back is another really weird thing to experience. I would play around and do funny voices and impressions with my old voice but now, it was changing without me trying to do anything to it.

“Oh My God” I heard myself say but it sounded completely foreign to me. I had a woman’s voice now.

My neck was longer and my head seemed to compress and get smaller in a single shimmering moment and movement. Did all my bones and muscles go through similar changes? How much of me was original me and how much was new? Was it my original part that had been reworked and shrunk down or did something new totally replace it?

There were and still are so many questions even 5 years later.

I kept my hair pretty short in a rather dull man’s hairstyle that I never thought much about. It was light brown but now my hair was growing longer and a little bit lighter as it came out and down, it was more blonde than brown, relatively straight but it had some wave to it.

I ran my fingers through it as it continued to grow. It was soft and felt a bit thicker than I was used to but maybe that’s because there was so much more. It kept growing past my ears, over my neck, over my shoulders and down to past my shoulder blades in the back while the strands that came down my front stopped at about the top of my boobs.

Shock was still my top emotion but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that there was a hint of curiosity in what my face might turn out looking like. I did manage to get to a mirror to watch it in what up to that point was my biggest achievement.

My face pulled up; yes, my entire face got smaller and I don’t know a better way to put that. It just simply took up less space as all stray stubble and hairs sucked up in or fell off, I don’t know where they went, and all I know is that I had smooth skin on my upper lip, cheeks and chin.

My chin got rounder. I had a point in my original chin and it was slightly off center but now my chin was round which also change my jaw line. It was pretty strong for a female but not over powering or jutting but it was and is distinct.

One change seemed to flow into and affect the next change so after my chin and jaw settled in, my mouth and cheeks began to change. My cheeks got fuller and my mouth widened a bit as my lips began to soften and puff out. My bottom lip was bigger than my upper but both were puffier than my old ones. With my cheeks higher and fuller as I moved my muscles on my face I watched as it moved differently with deeper lines forming around my mouth.

I bared my teeth just in time to see them change too. I had big teeth plain and simple but they were straight thanks to braces in my teen years. These teeth stayed straight, got a little brighter and then started to get smaller.

My gums felt like liquid as my teeth shifted and moved on their own taking up new positions and even slightly different angles on the bottom. I stuck my tongue out as it slimmed and shrank too before I ran it out over my teeth and upper lip.

The changes went to above my lips and started changing my nose too. It shrank down, then flattened out some on the bridge. The middle part between my nostrils came down further as my nose got smaller all around.

My eyes were next and it was a big change to my entire face. I had green eyes, kind of narrow…average sized I guess but now my eyes got bigger and wider on my face. I was much more expressive looking and, I think this really made me fully look like a girl with these eyes.

The turned blue as they took shape. Eyelids and lashes changed; for the first time ever, I noticed I even had eyelashes.

My eyebrows thickened and lengthened. Once again, I had never thought about my eyebrows as a guy. They were pretty light and tame and small but now they actually defined and had a purpose in my looks.

My ears shrank down and moved around to better fit my head as my forehead shifted up moving my hair a bit before everything just settled in.

I exhaled and stared. Nothing else was changing and moving anymore. My stomach was still upset and my head was swimming and swirling but something in my mind starting saying “It’s over; you’ve changed nothing else needs to transform” But still I couldn’t move for at least 10 minutes.

I could hear the TV in the other room change from the news to Wheel of Fortune while I was mesmerized and still too much in shock to react or move beyond staring and the occasional change in breathing either going faster or slower or panting. I watched my chest go up and down with each breath lifting my hair up and down. I watched my face; and it was now my face, change slightly in expression and no longer physically moving from male to female.

I noticed a scar at my left eyebrow, kind of a pockmark shape and I saw I had a few freckles as well, faint, but they were there. I also had freckles on the tops of my shoulders and started cataloging various other marks on my body.

I looked down past my breasts to my so much smaller body. I looked frail in a way, I was small and skinny. I again took in my flat front, my wider thighs and all the way down to my smaller feet as they stood on the fluffy blue rug in my bathroom.

Finally, my paralysis broke “Oh my God this is real” I said in my still foreign sounding voice. “I…I’m not dreaming. I really just turned into a woman” I said to the mirror and to myself as I finally got my legs to move.

I must have looked like a baby giraffe taking its first steps. I stumbled backwards not sure which way to go, my feet not quite working right. My hands started moving though. I put them on my chest, my stomach, my hips and then I grabbed my ass before I turned around and craned my neck trying to get a look at my back and backside “Oh God” I repeated.

I left the bathroom feeling my whole body moving and sloshing around, it moved and felt different; too many moving parts in different places and no movement from a very specific place. My weight and balance were off and I staggered the few steps to my bedroom.

I sat down on my bed hard. My knees together my toes pointed in. Shock gave way to new emotions. I felt overwhelmed and honestly, I was scared and confused. I could feel it building up and I couldn’t stop it; I cried.

I cried until I shook. It was ugly tears and an ugly cry…snot coming out of my nose, hiccups, my whole body shaking.

Not exactly what the stories tell you is it. I had no desire to parade around in heels at that moment.

I couldn’t have anyway as I started to calm down, I looked around my room and saw it was the exact same. Nothing else had changed except my body. My clothes hadn’t magically turned into a full kickass high fashion woman’s wardrobe.

“What am I going to do?” I asked myself as I stared at the floor.

I’m a naturally cautious person, I was never one who defied conventions and went adventurous and now all those brakes in my head began to kick in one by one.

I have no clothes that fit.

I don’t have the appropriate female stuff. I don’t have anything outside of shampoo and soap and men’s deodorant.

What are my fingerprints? Are they the same or are they new; either way I’m fucking screwed. I have an I.D. Social security number, birth records, school records, medical records, dental records, driver’s license and credit report all as a guy. Nothing will work for me long term…I’ll either be arrested for identity theft or be accused of being an alien or something. I have no record of existing…”Oh Shit”

My blood went cold “What am I going to do?”

“I can’t go into work looking like this tomorrow!” popped into my head.

Life is not a movie. I remember watching the movie Switch and when the guy turned into Ellen Barkin he just showed up to work, said he was his cousin and was allowed to go to work; no other questions. Fine, you obviously know everything that the dude did so just go to work. What about payroll? What about taxes? What about all the stupid drug tests and background checks? I can’t go into work and say I’m Jason’s cousin from Florida…he left town but said it would be cool if I took over his job.

“Fuck…” I muttered.

I guess I had it in the back of my mind of the possibility that I was dreaming or that I might spontaneously change back to my original body in an hour, a day…I don’t really remember because more of mind just shut down on me.

I called my office’s HR person and simply said Jason James wouldn’t be into work, he was sick. “Maybe they’ll think I’m his girlfriend” I said with a shrug as I tossed aside my phone.

I laid down on my bed and curled on my side. I just couldn’t function any longer. I fought with my hair trying to get it out of my face as I tucked my body up into the fetal position.

I woke up 12 hours later.

At first I woke up in a panic for so many different reasons. My eyes popped open “Where am I AND WHAT TIME IS IT?”

I saw 8:19 on my clock “I’m late for work!”

I swung my legs out “Whoa!” my mind hit the brakes as it felt my body move and sway and I stopped.

I looked down at my breasts, my naked body…my naked female body.

“It wasn’t a dream” I thought quickly followed by “You called yourself off from work today”

“I can’t come in today boss, I turned into a woman” I said in a mocking voice.

“Oh Shit” I repeated; it was quickly becoming my mantra. My feet dangled a few inches above the floor now whereas they had hit the ground every other day I could remember.

My skinny little calves sat above them, my smoother yet differently shaped knees and wide thighs above those.

I shook my head, my hair swaying as I looked at my…I’m going to fight with the correct terminology this entire time just to warn all you readers out there…I’m just going to say it this time; I looked at my pussy and honestly, I poked at it.

I could tell I needed to pee; badly so I stood up feeling my body shift and move; weight swinging on my chest and in my hips and ass as I walked to the bathroom.

I sat down and let it go. I winced and made a face because it felt different leaving my body in more of a spray than stream but as I was hunched over, my cat announced that she was hungry and didn’t care what I looked like; it was feeding time.

“Just a second Missy” I said to her and she meowed at me.

“I know I look and sound different but you still know who I am, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes you do”

After going to the kitchen and filling her food and water bowl I went back into the living room. The TV was still on, Good Morning America playing in the background.

I went and stood amongst the clothes I had thrown around. I picked up my pants and felt the weight in the pockets from my stuff. My I.D. badge still hung off one of my belt loops with my old picture smiling on it.

I took out my wallet and saw my driver’s license “Useless” I said. I could use my credit cards online and my debit card at an ATM and pay cash for stuff but eventually, I would need to figure this all out. I needed my job but I had no idea how to explain any of this. “Am I going insane?” I asked myself.

Even taking out my car keys made me pause; my car and insurance were for a guy named Jason “If I leave the house and get in an accident, who’s going to believe me?”

“Oh my God; I am so fucked” I said slumping my shoulders.

I walked to my bedroom, I was walking more naturally now that I wasn’t obsessing over every step and was just using my body and letting my muscles work. I was tired of being nude.

I didn’t own a bra or panties for that matter and all my clothes were going to be huge on me but I took a deep breath and grabbed some boxer shorts.

They fit okay; at least they covered my ass up. They were tight were they had been loose and loose where they had been tight.

I put on a t-shirt and it covered me as well, coming down lower and laying against my thighs.

I tried to put on jeans but they covered my feet and having to pull them that far up looked kind of dumb so I put on a pair of basketball shorts and cinched them up and tied them tight. They came down over my knees and I looked like a total dork but I was dressed. Shoes would be another problem for later in the day.

I went to the bathroom and of course I had nothing for my hair; I owned two combs. I knew I’d need a brush and I’d have to learn how to put my hair up; it was itchy and kind of heavy.

I grabbed my laptop and crawled up on my couch and sat cross legged with it on my legs and I started searching.

“Spontaneous gender change…” Nothing but stories on websites I used to visit.

“Scientific ways to change gender…” A lot of articles on frogs and fish who changed gender if there were no females around.

“Fake ID…” Maybe a way to build a new life if I could change everything or switch names on them.

“Legal name changes…”

“How to change your ID after a sex change operation…” Maybe I could say I went to Europe and reassigned myself but it would depend on me still having the same teeth and fingerprints and I didn’t think that was true at all. “Would a DNA test even come back as me?” I wondered. “How can I prove I am who I am or even who I was…?”

My neck was starting to hurt so I stood up and walked around. I grabbed a pencil and out of curiosity stood in the bathroom with my feet against the wall and marked my height. I took a tape measure out from the tool box I kept in the closet. 5’7”.

I had an old scale under the bathroom cabinet and I pulled it out and stepped on it…132.

I used the tape measure to try and measure my foot; I thought I’d be around a size 7 but I couldn’t measure my bust with a rigid retractable tape measure.

I thought about my family. My parents and my sister; if anyone would believe me, they would but I still had no idea how to approach them. “At least if I can convince them, it would be 4 against the world”

I was hungry and went to the kitchen but nothing really appealed to me. I ate a can of soup though as I was still too afraid to leave my apartment.

As the day went on and I hit more and more dead ends, the family option seemed like my best choice. Nothing I did would be pretty or easy.

I don’t know why I decided to venture out but I must have been feeling bold. The day had frustrated me and I was feeling cooped up, locked up and defeated. I was worried I might start getting depressed or worse so I thought about going to the only place that I could look kind of weird and out of place and still get away with it and shop: Walmart.

I lived on the western outskirts of Chicago and there was a store a few minutes away. I waited until after 11 o’clock before I ventured out with a zip up hoodie on now over my t-shirt and shorts.

As part of my internet searches I had looked up how to figure out panty sizes and I had taken a piece of string and tried to measure my chest and I thought I’d start with a 34 B or C bra to try on. I also ran it around my waist and my hips to try out jeans just to start.

I put on my tennis shoes and they felt like clown shoes on me as I kept my head down and headed to the parking lot behind my building.

I had to move the seat up and adjust the mirrors and I drove as carefully as I could the few miles to the store.

I tried to act naturally and I’m sure I was more nervous than I needed to be. No one probably noticed or cared about me in the mostly empty store.

I went back to shoes first and grabbed a simple pair of black canvas shoes to slip on and try to find my size. I was actually more comfortable in an eight so I threw my old shoes in the box and kept the shoes on.

I didn’t want to seem like I was rushing, but I started to panic. I found some size 6 panties and some size 7’s, a few medium and large shirts and jeans in a sizes 8 and 10. I was going to try them on in the store but I chickened out. I grabbed 4 different bras and a pack of medium socks before I headed to the pharmacy area. I grabbed a hair brush, hair ties, a women’s razor and a pack of maxi pads; like I said, I panicked.

I wouldn’t make eye contact with the bored cashier and mumbled “those are some old shoes…don’t worry about them” when she rang up the shoebox.

I paid in cash and hurried back to my car.

Once I drove back home, I realized that if I had gotten any attention, it was because I was acting like a huge dork.

I got lucky; the clothes fit to varying degrees of success so I could use them all. The 34B bra fit the best and I was a medium top and a 10 in pants but larges were fine and the 8 would do. Now that I had some clothes, I figured I could work up the courage to do it again sometime and get some more.

I brushed my hair and it helped. I hadn’t showered since my change but I would and I had no idea if or when I would start a period but I wanted to be prepared.

I played around with my hair and worked on making a ponytail for what seemed like a longer time than it should have taken me.

I was still nervous. I called the office again after hours and said I’d be out for the rest of the week but of course speaking in the third person. I said I was calling on my behalf because I was too sick and I would bring in a doctor’s excuse when I returned.

I couldn’t sleep; I was getting myself worked up knowing that I couldn’t hide forever; eventually I’d slip up or I’d have to tell somebody and then that would lead to a huge chain reaction. At one point I realized that it had to happen; it just had to.

I told you guys I’d tell you everything so here goes one of the stories that you’ll want to hear.

I showered and yes, I took my time and yes I massaged my breasts and yes, I started playing a bit to see just how functional a woman I was. I didn’t want to masturbate standing up though the first time so I finished up showering and with a towel wrapped around my hair, I went and lay down on my bed.

It took me a minute to get comfortable and I had no idea what to think about; should I think about guys or girls? I didn’t think about anything in all honesty, I just starting testing it out and playing. One hand rubbed the top and once I found my clit, I didn’t want to let go. My other hand started exploring up and inside going deeper and deeper until I touched the back.

There was nothing romantic about it, it was the world’s worst and clumsiest attempt but I must have done something right. I felt a buildup similar to what I had felt as a guy but yet different. As a guy, it all concentrated in one area but I felt this all over my body and when I came, I felt my whole body get involved.

My mouth started to water and I knew to go faster. I started to sweat and my toes curled up. My lips pursed shut tight and I held my breath until I felt my body shake, shiver and it took everything to bite my tongue and not scream out in pleasure.

God that felt good. It felt better than any orgasm as a guy.

It lasted longer, my muscles tightened around my fingers, clamping down and I felt warm gush forward on my hand. My muscles tightened and released more times than before, my whole body felt warm and just when I thought I was done a new wave passed over me.

Yes I could smell it and yes I felt sticky so after a few minutes of catching my breath and letting my muscles relax, I went back into the shower.

I barely slept at all. I wasn’t going to change back. This was me now and if I ever wanted to have a life at all I would have to own up to it.

I knew it would be long and arduous and that no one would believe me. I would most likely end up in an insane asylum talking about it but yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would be found out at some point anyway. Maybe 100 years ago, maybe even 30 years ago you had a shot at starting over, reinventing yourself showing up in a new town and getting some job and living quietly but not now. Now, everything was known and nothing was allowed to be secret. I could not simply even show up and say I wanted a waitress job without ID, social security…I was getting depressed.

I was afraid of being locked up either for being nuts or in some lab and poked at for the rest of my life by government scientists who denied I even existed.

I was going to need somebody better than a doctor; this is America: I needed a lawyer.

First thing though was trying to convince my family who I was. I didn’t want to and I couldn’t do this alone.

I figured I’d start with my sister; it might be easier to talk to her than my parents. She’s 4 years older than I am so we weren’t really close growing up but we also didn’t fight that much either since we had different friends, interests and went to different schools.

We got closer when she was in college and I was in high school. Now we tend to text back and forth our own inside jokes but we also share a few secrets from those years that I can use to convince her that it’s actually me in here.

I sent her a text. ‘I need you to come to my place; there’s something I have to show you and I really need your help. This is serious. Let me know when you get here’

My phone pinged a few minutes later ‘What’s wrong? Are you in trouble?’

I sighed, torn between texting, talking or just showing her ‘Just come please I guarantee it’s not what you think but I need you to be open minded and I need your help’

‘Don’t be funny with me’

“I’m not but I can’t tell you in a text. Trust me, this is something you need to see with your own eyes’

‘I’ll be there in an hour’

‘Thx Jess’

I was nervous now more than ever; someone else was going to see me. I was about to let someone else in on this and I was petrified and yet I also felt some relief; I missed having someone else to talk to.

I was dressed and I waited by the window so I could see her car pull in, which it did about 45 minutes later.

I watched as she got out, swung her purse up on her shoulder and strode toward the door.

I heard footfalls outside my door and finally, her knock.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I unlocked the door and swung it open. I saw her facial expression change from concern and worry to confusion “Um…hello…”

“Hi Jess” I said.

She gave a half fake polite smile “I was looking for my brother”

“Come in” I said opening the door.

She came in but kept her distance. Once the door was closed behind me I said “I told you to keep an open mind and that I couldn’t say this in just a text” I paused and took a deep breath “Jess; it’s me: Jason. I’m your brother and I need your help”

I burst into tears. “Please…you have to believe me. I don’t know what happened to me but on Tuesday night but body just started changing and it kept going and I turned into a woman and I know you think I sound nuts but I’m not; I’m Jason and you have to believe me and you can ask me anything to prove that I am who I say I am” I was blubbering and talking to fast feeling my anxiety level rising as I was afraid she would just turn tail and leave me.

I saw the look of confusion and a bit of anger on her face “Do you think this is a joke…did Jason put you up to this because it’s not funny; I’m going to be late for work for a stupid joke…”

“I am Jason and I can tell you anything about him or you or our Mom and Dad or our dog Buster when we were kids like the time he ate the dead frog and you got grossed out about it”

Jessica sighed and shook her head “Why…just why? She turned around the room but when she turned back and faced me I saw something different in her eyes upon seeing the panic in mine. My bottom lip quivered, I was losing out on the chance of anyone ever believing my story. I wanted to grab her by her arms and shake her or keep her right in front of me but instead I just bit my lip and squeezed my eyes tight to hold back the tears.

When she saw the face I made, her brow knitted and her expression changed again. I did it again, and she cocked her head “Only I person I know makes a face like that”

I sighed and fanned myself with my hands trying to calm down. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt to wipe my tears at the corners. “I’m telling you the truth Jess. I know how ridiculous it sounds, I know it’s impossible and all it sounds like a made up story but it’s not and you’re my only hope of believing me. I wanted to go to you first before Mom and Dad so I’d have somebody on my side. I know this will be even harder with them…Fuck! Why did this have to happen to me?”

Jessica took a step back. I watched her closely as she looked at the floor.

“You won a goldfish at the PTA booth in 2^nd grade and named it Ruby. We put it in a mixing bowl when we got home and Dad said he’d buy food for it on his way home from work but it was dead before he got home. That goldfish food sat in the one cupboard for years next to the birthday candles and sprinkles that Mom never used. She always said she’d make cut out cookies for Christmas but she never did”

Our eyes met and it was her turn to sigh “I have no idea what’s going on but you’re kind of scaring me” Jessica said. “If you’re Jason what did I have you do for me before Prom?”

I smirked “You made me take your heels out to the driveway and rough up the bottoms for you. I put my hands in them and ran them back and forth to scuff the up so they wouldn’t be slippery for you. I did such a good job that I had to break in every pair of heels for you after that”

“There’s something in your eyes” she said as I began to cry again. “Something there makes me know it’s you”

I came forward and collapsed against her.

She held me up and soothingly told me to not worry. It was 15 minutes before I could compose myself again. By that time we were sitting on the couch next to each other.

“Are you calmed down?” Jess asked me.

I nodded “I think so” I laughed, it was the first time I had laughed out loud for real in this body “I guess so”

“Then why don’t you tell me what’s going on” Jess said. She didn’t sit back or relax, she stayed perched at the front of her seat.

I started with Tuesday night coming home and eating and then sitting in my chair. I described my body moving and changing on me, I described my fear and curiosity.

I then told her about the next few days and how I ventured out to get clothes that somewhat fit me and everything that had been running through my mind about proceeding with life and how hard it might be to continue.

Jess nodded and me and smiled as I spoke; she asked a few questions and when I was winding down she said “You talk like my brother; you have the same speech patterns and mannerisms and little quirks; you just sound different with your different voice”

“So you can see through this; you can still see me” I asked.

She nodded.

“You believe me then that I’m Jason but I turned into…” I waved my arms up and down “…this!”

“Yes” she said. “Don’t ask me how or why, but yes. You’re Jason although we might want to think about changing that at some point in the future” she laughed “Do you feel different? Do you feel…I don’t know; girly?”

“I’m crying easier” I admitted “but I’m not into dudes yet” We both smiled “I kind of do. I’m trying to monitor stuff like that; I’m more emotional but I’ve been through a lot”

“That you have” she told me “I’m sorry”

“Sorry for what?” I asked.

“For what you’ve been through. Why did this happen to you? Do you think this has ever happened to anyone else? Did they just hide away so no one could find them?”

“I don’t know” I shrugged.

“We have to get Mom and Dad here”

My eyes opened wide

“Don’t worry and don’t panic. I’m on your side and I’m with you. They will be too after their initial shock”

I felt relief. It was like boulders had been lifted off my shoulders just to know that I had someone with me.

“So now I guess I need to ask some questions of you” I said.

“Go ahead”

“Well this whole being a girl thing is new to me; what will it feel like when I start my period?”

She smiled and blushed “Oh! Um…yeah…I guess Mom never had to have this talk with you” Jess giggled.

After more questions like that, I asked about beauty products and hair care and skin care and if it was different since there were so many more different products.

She went over how to shave my legs and pits and offered to take me shopping to buy more clothes and just general stuff that I might need now.

“I’m just kind of mad that you still ended up taller than me” she joked.

Jess was 5’4” so I was still 3 inches taller than her instead of a foot taller. “My little sister” she said shaking her head.

She was the one who called our parents and told them to come down to my place tomorrow. She wandered outside to talk and was out there for a while. I let her do it. She came back in with a smile and a nod. “I’m going to run home and get a few things then I’ll be back; I’m staying here tonight with you” she told me. “You’ve been alone long enough”

“So we’re having a sister’s sleep over?” I teased.

“Yep and I’m going to play with your hair and teach you how to do some things with it. It’s gorgeous but you’re treating it like a rats nest. It’s time for girl school” Jess said grabbing her purse. “I’ll be back in a bit”

I actually felt better for the first time in days. I was hungry and I could breathe. I lay down on my couch and stretched out. I tapped my toes on the far armrest. I dozed off and napped until I heard Jessica coming back in.

She was carrying a duffel bag and she had a wry smile on her lips. “What’s so funny?” I asked sitting up.

“Oh, nothing…when you were little, I got in trouble for putting some of Mom’s makeup on you. You were perfectly willing but Mom was pissed; and now I get to recreate that”

“Is that what’s in the bag?”

“Among other things” she put it down. “I know this is going to sound intrusive but we’re going to get really close now. You need to strip down so I can start girl school”

“Um…okay” I said wearily. I took off my top and my jeans.

“Not too bad but not a great fit either” Jess said seeing me in my bra and panties “Those two years working at Victoria’s Secret in college are finally going to pay off”

I laughed “I did the best I could”

“You’re fine” she gave me a wave but brought out a cloth measuring tape. “Bra and undies off too”

I unfastened the bra and slipped my underwear down and off.

Jess smiled “Okay, we talked about hair removal….”

“I was afraid to!” I interjected.

“I’m sure you are” she said trying not to laugh “But we’re going to start some bath water and I’m going to show you and help you the first time”

I got into the tub like a helpless child and let her teach me. And yes, I cut myself around my ankles the first time…shaving your legs sucks.

Trimmed up, I showered so we could start on my hair. She showed me how to brush it out and blow dry it bit to give it more body before she started showing me all the different things I could do with it. I straightened it, curled it into loose waves and tighter curls. She taught me how to put into a high ponytail, a low ponytail, top bun and a low back bun.

“We could do braids too; it’s long enough and while it’s not super thick, it’s thick enough to as well” Jess decided.

After hair, it was on to makeup. She showed me on herself and then made me try. I looked like a clown, then a whore, then an old lady before getting close to tasteful. “I’m not wearing make-up…that’s it!” I said after I poked myself in the eye with a mascara brush.

“You slipped! It’s happened to everybody” Jessica assured me.

“This blows” I said shaking my head and folding my arms.

“Don’t pout about it” she laughed “You’ll get the hang of it. This is why little girls practice this type of stuff with their friends; you don’t get it on the first try”

She went back to the duffel bag and brought out a pair of low black heels “We’re going to start with this and then…” she reached in a pulled out a pair with 3” heels “…work our way up to these”

My shoulders slumped “What if I’m the type of woman who doesn’t wear heels? Those women do exist”

She smirked “Yeah…I’m still going to teach you just in case”

Maybe I was due for a win but I took to heels very easily. They weren’t overly comfortable and I put my feet into them. I was still getting used to having such small feet anyway. Walking heel to toe was easy for me and I glided over my floor in both sets “So I’m a heel girl huh” I said smiling.

“You need to smile more often sis” Jessica told me which made me blush hard “You’ve got really cute dimples…it’s very becoming for you”

Maybe in time.

We ordered in pizza and after two slices, I was stuffed. We were going shopping the next day and she was going to get me entirely set up. I was kind of afraid to ask what that actually entailed.

I kept walking in my sister’s heels around my apartment; for some reason, I liked how I felt in them. Maybe it was the extra height it gave me back, taking me back up to 5’10” in them. Maybe it was how girly they were; it allowed me to embrace becoming a woman in a way and accept my new body.