Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional story. My brain is honestly in a strange place today so I want to get a story out there. I’m honestly not sure how many parts this will be since I have no idea where it is going. Feedback and input is more than welcome since this is out of my normal realm of writing. What works, what doesn’t, etc.
This story takes a while to get going. If you just want to get off, skip to the bottom and come back and read the top after. It will be important in coming installments. I hope that everyone enjoys.
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“OW!” I look down at my arm as the tears start to fill my eyes. It’s broken and I can see the bones. I feel sick, dizzy, I can’t breathe. I try to sit up and the world swims. I think I see my legs, but I can’t move them. Broken too I guess. I turn my head to the side and vomit. *Why won’t the world stop spinning?* A tear falls down my cheek opening the flood gates and I am bawling like a child, gasping for air. My head falls back to the grass beneath me. I see the stupid tree above me as the world goes black.
“Wake up sweetie. It’s okay.”
I hear my mom’s voice. Her hand on my cheek. I try to turn my head to her, but I can’t move it. My eyes struggle open.
“Hey baby. Just relax. You can’t move. Just listen.” She kisses my forehead as my eyes open and she comes into focus.
“Okay.” I say in a raspy, harsh voice.
“You fell out of your tree house. Do you remember?”
“Yeah.” Still dry and raspy. “Water?”
She brings a straw to my lips. As she talks, I sip. “You broke your legs, arms, and you almost broke your neck. There was bleeding internally. They had to operate. You’re going to be okay but…”
“What?” I whisper, my voice less dry, more natural sounding.
“They discovered something about you, something we never knew or would have suspected. Baby… You have a female reproductive system, not a male one.”
“Mom, I’ve had a penis since I was a baby. You know that.” *Damn I wish I could move my hands to check for myself right now.*
“And you still do, but there are no testicles. We thought they would drop when you hit puberty in the next few years, but the doctor says they just aren’t there.” She has tears streaming down her face now. Your body is a female except for your penis. Your plumbing is different they noticed, but we will get into that later. Just know that they are going to be giving you some medicines so you are going to feel really funny for a while. Your dad and I are here though. Don’t worry. We still love you.” She kissed my forehead again, tears dripping into my hair.
I wanted to cry, to throw up, something. But I couldn’t I felt numb. Numb, and tired. I was falling back asleep again, and soon I fell asleep to my mom crying and the beeping of the machines.
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That was my life for a month. I lived in the hospital, I was pumped full of pain killers, other things I didn’t care to ask about, casts were changed, there was another surgery when I started bleeding again. I always felt miserable. I hated life. There were times that I wanted to die, for them not to discover a bleed. I was just so confused. I didn’t understand.
I had lived my first 10 years as a happy, vibrant boy. I had a tree house, liked soldiers, guns, riding my bike, playing with my BB gun and everything else that being a boy meant. *Now… Now what was I going to be? A girl? But mom said I had a penis so that’s not right. Was my short blonde hair going to have to get long now? It’s hot when it gets even a little long. Makeup? I don’t…* I cried at my foggy thoughts. *I can’t climb a tree in a dress.*
I heard whispering and tried to stifle my crying. My parents were talking to the doctor.
“What do you mean you can’t do the surgery to make him a… a… a functional woman?” My mom was still having a hard time with this. I could just see her in my minds eye. She was small, only about 5′-0″ and an odd contrast to my father. She was petite, but blessed. She may weigh 110 pounds soaking wet, but dad would joke the weight was all in her natural 36D breasts. I got my eyes and hair from her, though she kept hers much longer, around the middle of her back.
“She is functional. She can reproduce as she is. She just gets pregnant anally. Her intestines will close up when she is penetrated and a valve will allow the semen to fertilize her eggs once she has her period. She will give birth, but not without surgery. She can still orgasm. Her penis is essentially a large clit.” The doctor sounded cold, like he had better things to do.
*She? SHE? I’m a he damn-it!*
“But why can’t you close up the valve and just reroute everything to work normally?” My dad sounded mad and you didn’t want him mad. Dad was an intimidating, hairy, man easily 6′-5″ tall with a barrel chest. Between his height and muscles, he weighed about 200 pounds. His graying hair was still as full as when he was younger, and his brown eyes almost looked golden in the right light. I could just imagine the anger dancing in his eyes now.
“Because sir, we’ve never seen anything like her. We wouldn’t even know where to begin. Maybe in the future, but it’s not possible now. I’m sorry.” Footsteps, he was walking away.
The door opened and my parents slipped in. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, my eyes still wet from my own crying. I fought back more tears from what I had just heard. I wanted to die.
My parents held each other, my mom crying, my dad consoling her.
*Why me? Why did I have to be a freak? They deserved better.* A tear leaked out as I lay there hoping they wouldn’t notice.
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Eight years pass.
We all moved a year after I got out of the hospital. My hair was shoulder length by then. We went somewhere new, somewhere that I wasn’t a boy. It was a nice town. Small, on one side lots of woods that changed pretty colors in the fall, on the other a bay that gave us way too much fog at times. Everyone was nice and treated us like we had always been there. I secretly wondered if they would shun us like my hometown did when they found out?
Puberty hit like it hit everyone else except not like everyone else. I got my first period when I was 12 and a half and I was scared like anyone else would be if they suddenly started to bleed from their ass. My breasts started coming in at 13. They felt weird and I hated that I couldn’t sleep on my stomach anymore. By 14 they were a sold A cup and by 15 they were almost a C.
Today is my birthday and I’m 18. My breasts are 34Cs, I have a thin waist. My parents enrolled me in dance and horse riding so that I would be able to get exercises. My ass was firm and round from holding myself up in the saddle. My green eyes could make anyone tell me their deepest secrets. Mom had taught me to apply makeup and I did a great job of it, I had to admit. I keep my blonde hair just past my shoulders and try not to think too much about it. Luckily it’s pretty straight on it’s own so I don’t have to do much styling it for the activities I do. Having a penis, I’ve found that it is easier to wear skirts than to try to stay tightly tucked all day, so while I have gotten used to it, I still don’t like it. Everyone always tells me I’m so pretty when I smile and that I should smile more.
“Come on sweetie. Everyone will be here soon.” My dad calls up the stairs.
I sigh and leave my room, plodding down the stairs making my frustration known. I hate parties.
“Aren’t you pretty.” He smiles. He’s trying but there are times I catch him with wet eyes still.
*I should run away.* “Thank you daddy. It’s the one that you picked out.” I was wearing a pleated plaid skirt that stopped a couple of inches above my knee and a button up white shirt. The shirt is from my school uniform, the skirt a birthday present I opened just a few minutes ago.
“I’m glad that you like it baby. Come on. Lets get to the kitchen with your mom.” He leads the way to the kitchen and I follow, my bare feet barely making a sound in comparison to his booted feet on the tile.
“Well don’t you look like a little doll. Happy birthday Payton.” My mom says as she pulls out the cake.
*At least my name didn’t have to change along with my body.* I thought. “Thank you mommy.” I smiled.
There was a knock at the door. People were arriving. My dad opened the door and my best friend came in with her parents.
“Hi Kayla. How are you today.” I beamed a smile. I actually did like her. She was nice and knew my secret and didn’t care.
“Great Payton. Happy birthday. I got you something really really cool.” She smiled like she had a secret she couldn’t wait to tell.
“What is it? Tell me.”
She pointed at the present her parents held. “They have it. I can’t. Let’s go to your room before everyone else gets here.” She bounced off up the stairs.
I followed her closely. She had on a loose skirt that stopped right at her knee, light green in color, and a blouse similar to mine and a pair of flats on her feet. Her pixie cut red hair bounces as she takes each step. As I enter, she closes the door behind me. She has a devilish grin on her face, a spark in her blue eyes.
“What?”
She opens her purse and pulls out a present. “Your real present.” She’s still smiling. “Although you will like what mom and dad got you too. I just think this is better.” She hands it to me.
I take it from her and open it warily. You never can trust Kayla. She likes to play pranks. When I have it opened, I nearly drop it. “Where’d you get this?”
“I had my brother get it for you. He got me one too.” She giggles.
“How’d you pay? It must have cost a fortune.” I was holding an expensive looking vibrator with a rabbit clit tickler.
“It’s just a vibrator. They aren’t very expensive. Besides, my brother paid. I just had to let him watch me use mine once.” She giggled again.
“KAYLA!” I screamed in a whisper.
She just shrugged. “I put the batteries in it already. You will like it I think. It’s not too big and it feels really good.” She smiled at me.
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We had both masturbated together more than once, and I was secretly jealous that she had a real, shaved, vagina and hated I had whatever shaved weirdness I had. She was openly jealous that I squirted when I came.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t get hard so what good is it for it to squirt?” I told her when she mentioned it.
She only smiled and told me “I’d trade you any day if I could. Plus your boobs are way better than my little apples.”
I couldn’t disagree there. The boys liked my Cs better than her As.
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“You can play around with it after the party tonight. Hurry and hide it and lets go.”
I hid it under my mattress while Kayla put the box back in her purse to dispose of and then we both ran down the stairs. More people had already started to arrive.
All in all the party wasn’t horrible, despite the fact that I kept thinking about the vibrator waiting for me upstairs. Kayla’s parents got me a really nice solar powered lantern for me to take out on my walks. It also had a battery back up in case. There was also some perfume that I would likely never wear. Other gifts included a new purse, a backpack for school and other pretty things that all girls are supposed to like. I was grateful and thanked everyone for each gift and smiled as big as they could want since I was “so pretty” when I smiled.
After everyone left, I started to get ready for to test out my present. It was nearly 11 and my parents were yawning. “Let’s all just go to bed. We can clean up tomorrow. I’ll help since it won’t be my birthday anymore.”
Mom and dad both nodded as they yawned again and headed up the stairs. I followed them and went left to my room when they went right to theirs.
Once in my room, I climbed into bed and lay there quietly for a few minutes. *Thank you that we have a few rooms between us universe.* I stopped being religious after my stay in the hospital as a 10 year old.
A few minutes more passed and then I leaned over and lifted the edge of the bed and pulled out my vibrator. I was already getting aroused, my ass self lubricating like a pussy. I bit my lower lip as my breathing got erratic and I felt my cheeks flush. I lay back on my bed and pulled off my black panties from under my skirt, pushing the skirt up over my stomach and under my back. I bit my lip again, this time from being nervous.
I turned the vibrator on ready to turn it off if it was too loud. Surprisingly, I couldn’t hear it. Had I not felt it vibrating in my hand, I would have wondered if it was working. I turned it back off and rubbed it against my ass. *Is it my pussy since I’m masturbating now…?* It was bigger than my fingers which was all that had ever entered me so I relaxed. While it may self lube like a pussy, it was tight as any other ass.
I took a deep breath and slowly pushed against my opening with it. The rounded head on the end let it slide in easy enough. I gasped. *Not too big my ass Kayla.* I think to myself as I relaxed.
Slowly I push it all the way in. I bite my lip to prevent myself from gasping again. *This is supposed to feel good? It fucking hurts!* I relax feeling my intestines close up like the doctor said so long ago. *Well my body doesn’t know it isn’t a real cock.* I giggle to myself causing the vibrator to move. I gasp in pleasure. *Oh, there’s the feel good.*
I twist it a little and let the rabbit rub against my cock some. It is just perfect with how it lines up and it feels really good. I take a deep breath and then turn the vibrator on the first click.
“FUCK!” I whisper scream as I am flooded with feelings. I lay there as the rabbit tickles my cock and the vibrator tickles nerves I knew nothing of.
I slowly start to slide it in and out just enough to keep the rabbit on my cock, but to give myself some feeling of being fucked. I start gasping as I feel my orgasm approaching. I grab my panties and shove them in my mouth just in time for my orgasm to hit.
My hips arch off the bed as my cock explodes shooting the usual clear, slippery, liquid. I slam the vibrator in as deep as it will go as my pussy clenches and spasms as well. I scream into the panties only vaguely aware that the panties are muffling me well enough. Slowly my orgasm subsides and I lower myself back to the bed, still shaking occasionally.
I pull the panties from my mouth. Mistake number one.
*Being full is nice. I think I will leave it in a little longer.* I twist the vibrator to turn it off. Mistake number two. I turn it the wrong way.
I scream a very high pitched, orgasmic, scream as I cum again, hips back in the air as I again spray my sheets. My pussy clenches in spasms that I don’t think will ever end. My body shakes as I start to feel myself about to pass out.
I hear footsteps running down the hall, my door knob turning.
*Shit. I should have locked it. Fuck. Oh no! FUCK!* My body is hit by another screaming orgasm as my mom opens the door.
She sees me, hips in the air, spraying my sheets and myself, body shaking in orgasmic bliss.
I turn my head to the door. *At least it isn’t dad.* Tears form in my eyes, threatening to spill out as I finally come down from my orgasm. This time I turn it off. I can’t move. I’m shaking.
She’s just standing there. “Are you okay baby?”
I nod fighting back the tears. I can’t speak.
“We’ll talk in the morning. Get some sleep sweetie.” And with that she closes the door. I listen to her steps fade and faintly hear their bedroom door close.
I lay there for what feels like an eternity. I cry. I think about masturbating again. I decide against it. Finally, I pull the vibrator from my ass. I feel empty. It’s a relief, and at the same time, it makes me sad.
On shaking legs, I get up and head to my shower. I turn it on hot, climb in and clean off my juices. I’m slick and it feels good, but I know I can’t leave it on me. In short order, with soap and the water, I am clean and feeling better.
I get out and dry off. *I need to go for a walk.* I throw on my skirt, a fresh pair of panties, a black bra, and a black scoop neck tee. I don’t feel like being seen.
I silently head down the stairs and open the door. Foggy. I sigh, close the door and almost give up on going for a walk until I remember my gifts.
I head over and grab my lantern that I got, as well as my new backpack. I head to the kitchen and throw some snacks in it and then out the door I go. *A nice swing in the park will help clear my head.*
And with that, I head into the fog, my lantern lighting the way. I head toward the park down a familiar path that skirts through the woods at the back of our house.
*This is taking longer than is should.* The walk to the park only takes about 5 minutes usually and it feels like I’ve been walking twice that. *Did I get turned around? No, same path as always.* I spin, holding the lantern out in front of me.
I see a tree close and head to it. *This isn’t the right tree.* Panic is setting in.
“Payton, over here.” A voice calls from my right. It’s familiar, but I can’t place it. Almost like a voice from a dream.
A branch snaps to my left and I all but run towards the voice.
“Careful of the trees and branches. You’re almost there.” It’s closer now and to my left slightly.
I alter my direction a little. “Daddy?” I’m running now, the lantern bouncing and casting odd shadows in front of me.
“Watch out!”
Too late. I tripped over a fallen limb, landing hard on my knees and hands, the lantern skidding out in front of me a couple of feet. I begin to cry softly, both from fear and from the pain.
“Get up, you’re okay. Come on, let’s get out of these woods.”
I look up. “Daddy? What are you doing out here?” I’m confused. Something feels off, but I grab the lantern and stand up trying to get a better view of him in the fog. I raise the lantern, but he turns as I do.
“Let’s go. Now is no time to be in the woods.” He takes off walking at a brisk pace.
*Why didn’t I get his long legs?* I hurry to keep up.
Ten minutes later, we clear the edge of the woods and enter a less foggy clearing. I look around. “Where are we?”
No answer, so I turn back to daddy, but there is no one there. I spin around confused. Nothing looks right. This isn’t the park and it’s not my house. It doesn’t even smell right.
I start to hyperventilate. I feel myself getting dizzy, things getting dark at the edges. I’m going to pass out again. *Great…* I turn off my lantern just as everything goes black. I crash to the ground.
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If you made it this far, I hope that you enjoyed it. I will have the next installment up as soon as I can. Any input and advice is welcome as I would like to improve.
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Filthy, inventive imagination – and beautifully written too. Thanks.