My Life as a Woman - Introduction

I'd been attempting to pull myself together for a considerable amount of time. Every attempt or resolution ended in failure. Time passed and my weight remained unchanged. The reflection in the mirror was unmissable.

I hadn't been on a diet for a long time. I didn't pay attention to what I was eating. Now, with every passing day, month and year, it's becoming increasingly difficult to lose my belly fat.

All my life, I've been told that looks aren't the most important thing. The truth, however, is quite different. Appearance is extremely important and has a significant impact on my life. Low self-confidence and self-acceptance issues are just some of my struggles.

Thinking about all this has only driven me deeper and deeper into depression. Unable to cope alone, I decided to look for another solution.

I considered some form of specialised treatment that might help me, but the options were limited: doctor's appointments and consultations for which I'd have to wait months, or private consultations that would cost a fortune. My options were very limited.

While browsing various media outlets, I came across an ad that caught my attention. It was offering help to achieve a beautiful figure, which would also improve my self-confidence and wellness. It sounded like the perfect solution. Plus, since it was a free trial programme, I couldn't pass up the opportunity.

I called the number right away, expecting it not to be as good as it seemed. The man who answered confirmed that what I'd read in the ad was true. I was invited to a no-obligation consultation to discuss the offer in more detail.

The very next day, I had an appointment with a doctor from a private clinic. He confirmed that everything in the advert I'd found was true. He also told me that the treatment being offered was completely free. It was an experimental therapy designed to guarantee success.

The doctor provided me with more details about the entire treatment course. It involved taking pills every day. They were supposed to improve my physique with each passing day. It was also supposed to make me feel better. I was told that I would see the first results after a week.

It still sounded too good to be true. The doctor seemed confident and convinced of the effectiveness of the treatment he was offering. He explained that the pill was a combination of various hormonal ingredients. If the proportions were right, it could work wonders. I could find out for myself, free of charge, whether that was the case.

I had some slight doubts about what to do. Nevertheless, I decided to give it a try. Perhaps I was gullible. But I figured I had nothing to lose and a lot to gain. I received a blister pack containing seven pills. I was supposed to take one every day before bed. After taking all the pills, I was supposed to come in for a follow-up visit.

I was very excited for the rest of the day. That evening, I swallowed the first pill. I was a little nervous, not knowing how my body would react. After a while, when no alarming symptoms appeared, I managed to calm down. I went to sleep, eager to see what would happen the next morning.

My phone rang the following day, reminding me that I had to go to work. I felt just like I did on any other day. I didn't notice any change. After taking just the first pill of a week-long treatment, it would be unrealistic to expect any radical change.

I knew that I would only be able to realistically assess whether there would be any effects after a week. All I could do was follow the doctor's instructions, take the pills and hope for a positive outcome. And so another two days passed without me noticing any changes.

The next day, when I got out of bed, I noticed something unusual. The T-shirt I was wearing felt looser than normal. I took a closer look in the bathroom mirror. Much to my surprise, my love handles had shrunk. My belly had also got a bit smaller.

I was very excited and couldn't believe that this had really happened. I remained calm, though. Seeing how I was doing just three days after taking the last pill made me optimistic.

The next day, I had the day off work. First thing in the morning, I noticed that my stomach had shrunk even more. The change from my initial state was now very noticeable. However, my breasts weren't shrinking at the same rate as my stomach. I knew it would be harder to achieve that effect and that it might take more time.

I was tired all day and needed to rest. It had been a long time since I'd been that tired, though. I realised that my body needed a break. I didn't want to fight it, so I allowed myself to relax.

The next day, during my morning trip to the bathroom, I made some more observations. My belly hadn't got any smaller. In fact, it seemed to me that, rather than getting smaller, my breasts had grown a little. This surprised me. I hoped it was just a temporary side effect of the pills.

Right after that, I decided to urinate. As I held my penis, I felt that it was slightly shorter. On closer inspection, I noticed that my testicles had shrunk slightly, too. I didn't want to worry about it just yet. I'll ask my doctor about it at my appointment tomorrow.

The night before the appointment, I woke up earlier than usual. I had a mild stomach ache, which I dismissed as another harmless side effect. I also needed to pee. Still feeling sleepy, I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet.

I pulled down my trousers and was finally able to relieve myself. To my surprise, I felt a warm liquid running down my legs and instantly soaking my trousers. I immediately snapped out of my half-asleep state.

When I looked down, my eyes widened in shock. It was unbelievable, but my penis had disappeared. I was so shocked that I started shivering. I put my hand where my penis should have been. Instead, I felt a slight bulge; the sensation of touch was very pleasant.

I quickly pulled down my soaked trousers and looked at myself in the mirror. I paid special attention to my groin area. Where my penis used to be, there was now a vagina. This discovery woke me up completely and terrified me at the same time.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react. I stood motionless, unable to comprehend what was happening. Eventually, I touched it, hoping it was an illusion or that I was still dreaming. But it was real. I no longer had my penis. In its place, I had a hole.

I took off my soaked trousers and stood in front of the mirror. I looked at myself more closely. I noticed that my face looked slightly different. My eyes and nose had changed slightly. My face looked more feminine.

I decided to investigate further. I took off my shirt. My breasts were quite large. They hadn't grown since last time. However, my nipples had grown slightly. My appearance was almost entirely feminine.

'This is impossible,' I remarked, looking in the mirror.

After saying those words, I realised something else. I heard my voice; it had become higher-pitched. It was also softer and more fluid. It was completely different to the voice I'd been using up until then.

I became upset again. The changes I'd observed were enormous. I was someone completely different. I had to figure out how to handle this unusual situation. But it was still before dawn.

The most sensible option was to consult a doctor as soon as possible. Fortunately, I already had an appointment that morning. I wouldn't have to wait long.

There was nothing I could do but wait for the appointment. At that moment, there was nothing else I could do. I decided to lie down for the next two hours. But I couldn't fall asleep. My constant nervousness kept me awake.

Unable to resist, I started touching my body. First, I touched my breasts, which were already quite large. The sensation was quite pleasant, which piqued my curiosity. A moment later, I slid my hand lower. I touched my slit, sending a strong shiver through me. I hadn't expected that at all.

I ran my finger along the opening and felt unceasing pleasure. It felt so good that I couldn't stop. After a while, I tried to slide my finger inside. I only managed to get the tip in. I could tell that the inside was very tight, and I gasped uncontrollably.

I was highly aroused by what I was doing. However, I was also a little scared by what I was experiencing. I pulled out my slightly damp finger. I wiped it on the duvet and tried to fall asleep. After a while, I managed to calm down.

I didn't wake up until the alarm clock went off. I got out of bed slowly. I saw a wet patch on the sheet. It was right at crotch level. I put my hand where my vagina was. It was very moist.

I went to the bathroom to dry off. After washing up, I got dressed. I also got ready to leave the house, eager to see the doctor.

My clothes no longer fit me the way they used to. All my trousers were too big. My T-shirts, on the other hand, were too tight around my chest. Despite everything, I tried to pick out the most comfortable clothes I could find.

When I finally managed to do so, I was able to go outside. I felt very self-conscious being out in public. I had the impression that people were staring at me intently, as if they could tell that something was wrong.

I tried to get to my destination as quickly as possible. There were no other patients there. I didn't have to wait long to see the doctor in this situation, which was unpleasant for me.

'Good morning. How are you feeling?' the doctor asked me after I sat down in his office.

'It's very bad,' I replied briefly, making no attempt to hide my nervousness.

'I can hear that your voice is higher,' the doctor commented calmly, jotting it down in his logbook as he spoke.

'I wanted to lose weight, not

change my voice... Anyway, that's the least of my current problems,' I continued, explaining my situation.

'I can clearly see that your weight and belly have improved significantly, right?' the doctor said, observing my appearance.

'But my voice has changed. My breasts have grown, and I no longer have male genitalia,' I told the doctor what had happened to me.

'The pills you were taking contained hormones that produced the expected effects. Certain changes had to occur to achieve the desired goal,' the doctor explained, trying to convince me that everything was as it should be.

Immediately afterwards, the doctor asked me to undress. He wanted to see what my body looked like for himself. I undressed and he closely examined my naked body.

'Enlarged breasts, a vagina, and a slender figure. Everything's going according to plan,' commented the doctor.

'How is that supposed to be 'according to plan'? I have a woman's body. I want to reverse this,' I said firmly.

'The therapy involves taking a substantial dose of hormones, which will gradually wear off over time. Then your body will return to its pre-therapy state. Best of all, the flatter stomach won't go away. And that is precisely what you are seeking, after all,' the physician elucidated to me in great detail.

'So it'll go back to the way it was before?' I asked, hoping to hear that it would be exactly as I thought.

'Exactly. In a week, your female hormone levels will start to drop. From that point on, your body will return to its original state over the next week. The only exception will be your flat stomach,' the doctor explained, clearly outlining my situation.

'You just have to hold out for two weeks,' the doctor summarised.

'I see. What about work and daily activities?' I asked at last.

'Your employer will receive a justified two-week sick leave notice. You won't have to go to work during that time,' the doctor replied seriously.

'All right. But am I supposed to stay home the whole time? What about grocery shopping and things like that?' I asked.

'No one is telling you to stay home the whole time. Just limit yourself to essential outings.'

'Is that all?' I asked, wanting to know if there was anything else I should be aware of.

'You must remember not to take female hormones because they can disrupt the gender reassignment process,' the doctor explained.

'That's obvious. I'll make sure of it,' I replied calmly.

'That's good. Please get dressed again and I'll see you in two weeks,' said the doctor, bringing the visit to a close.

I walked outside. It all seemed completely absurd. Yet I had two weeks ahead of me as a woman.