Unexpected Changes

Truth is stranger than fiction the saying goes. I never expected the changes that happened to me until they did. It was a 1 o'clock on warm Saturday afternoon when I first noticed that my body didn't feel right.

Probably nothing. Perhaps just mild dehydration, at worst. I grabbed a bottle of Rise Vitamin Water from the fridge and gulped it down in less than 5 minutes while watching the movie "Twins".

By the time I finished the drink and left the empty bottle on the coffee table I felt better so I thought no more about it.

Much later as the sky began to darken the sensation returned, this time stronger. I slid a finger along my upper arm. It felt softer.

What is going on here? Why am I losing muscle mass?

During the next few days I went about my routine. It's out of bed at 6, a shower, a cup of coffee with perhaps a bagel or an English muffin then it's off to the warehouse. I'm the supervisor. The funny thing is that I lift weights making my body physically stronger than those of the 3 guys who work for me. Anyone can tell that I work out just by looking at me.

For about three days I felt nothing happening. That meant that my body was back to normal, or so I thought.

I awoke Wenesday with a sharp pain that made me bend over and clutched my belly for a few seconds until the pain went away. Later that day while sitting at my desk it happened again, this time bringing with it another slight change.

Right then and there I placed a phone call to my sister Jackie who happenes to be a nurse practitioner.

She answered the third ring.

"What's up bro?"

"I think I need to see a doctor to tell me what's wrong with my body. Pains have come and gone all week."

"I'll have you checked out. Come in when you can for blood work. Go right to the lab The appointment is all set."

Shortly after noon an attractive youthful looking nurse extracted 3 tubes of blood from my right arm.

My sister called me in for a consult the following day.

"You're slowly but inexorably turning into a woman."

WHAT? THAT'S WHAT MY BLOOD WORK TOLD YOU?

"Did I hear you correctly?"

"I'm afraid it's true. It's happening at the molecular level. Estrogen is replacing your testosterone."

"What can medical science do about it?"

"Nothing. We can put you on testosterone therapy but it would just be defeated. It won't take."

I don't know how to be a girl. How do they act? How do they think? How does a boy even put a bra on his chest?

I didn't realize it yet but femenine behavior and sensitivity would come naturally. I would not have to learn to be a girl. Nature would take care of all the details.

More changes happened over the next few days. They came with the same sharp pains as did the early changes.

The pecs flattened. Breasts grew gradually milimeter by milimeter until Sunday morning. I awoke with firm spherical C cup breasts, a slimmer waist and wider hips.

I stripped off the il-fitting undies and stared at my reflection in the mirror above my dresser.

OH MY GOD IS THIS REALLY ME? My cheeks had become puffier. The jawline had narrowed and the brow ridge had flattened. The chin is pointier.

The naked girl staring back at me has a spectacular body, but it FEELS SO WRONG.

WHAT A BAD SITUATION. I stared into my closet at a space filled with clothes for a boy. WHAT DO I EVEN WEAR??

I placed a call to Jackie. This time she answered the first ring.

"The changes are complete but I need to borrow clothes. I HAVE NOTHING."

"Stay calm. I'll bring you something then we'll go shopping as soon as the stores open."

Regarding my bathrobe as ugly, not to mention ill-fitting and having absolutely no clothes that fit, I opted to remain naked. When Jackie comes I'll answer the door naked. She'll understand.

The time was 9 30ish when I heard Jackie's sigature knock. She came with a shopping bag which she handed me then settled onto my sofa.

She watched me pulling out items of clothing: button blouse, jeans, a skirt, a pullover top.

"No bra?"

"Sometimes girls like going braless. Besides we need to measure you first to make sure it fits. In the meantime you can let those puppies hang."

I climbed into the panties and jeans then slid my arms into the denim blouse.

"You don't look bad. I†'s nothing makeup can't fix."

"I'll go for the lesbian look."

My sister chuckled. "Hon, even lesbians wear lipstick and makeup."

"I never knew that."

Fortunately the management team saw the gradual change in my appearance so I was able to report to work without difficulty.

HR recognized me officially as Stephanie instead of Steven. She introduced herself to the warehouse help as the new boss.

The next time I reported to work I was wearing a short-sleeved V-neck white flower Navy dress with a pocket. I put my feet into black pumps.

At 30 years of age, I had a whole new life. For the time being I hid the interest in men. Two of my warehouse workers, Tim Raines and Paul Kenwood, are smoking hot but I won't let them know that.

Being a girl isn't so bad. The desire to revert to being a man had given way to complete acceptance.

Among other changes in me I had become very empathetic. The first time I realized that personality trait came during an episode of "Virgin River" The nurse practitioner "Melinda Monroe" is feeling that "Doc Mullins" is not giving her a fair chance. Medicine is what she does. He could use te help.

Anyway I found myself engrossed in the Netflix series. Night after night found me relaxing in my sofa in front of my 55-inch wall mounted Samsung.

The urge to explore my new body came with the slowly developing romance between "Mel" and tavern ower "Jack Sheridan".

Caresses found every erogeneus zone.

As my clit swelled and the labia opened the local muscles tensed. My heart rate and breathing quickened making my naked body red and hot.

After watching a couple of episodes I climbed into bed sexualy satisfied, but I knew I had to get a boyfriend.