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Subject: TG Repost-Coming of Age
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 TG ARCHIVES: "Coming of Age"

        I grew up in a family where there was my mom, my sister and
myself.  My dad was never around, he was always out on a flight or
some other business.  It got worse when my mom and dad got divorced.
My dad moved away and I hardly ever saw him.

        I lived with my mom and my sister for the next few years, with
the only changes being when my grandma came to live with us for a
while and then when my aunt came to live with us at another time. This
wasn't bad, but I knew money was tight in our little family. The child
support check was always on time, but that plus what my mom made
wasn't always enough.  I always had clothes to wear, but they weren't
always new or the best.  Until my mom got her promotion, sometimes I
got hand-me-downs.  Most people wouldn't complain, but I didn't like
the fact that on the weekends my mom would have me wear a dress so I
could have my regular clothes during the week.  All my mom would tell
me was that I was fine, and not to worry about it, it wasn't anything
new for boys to wear dresses.

        I did know that wearing diapers was not normal, however.  I
had been in diapers constantly until I was the age of four, and had
worn diapers to bed until after I was six.  On and off, I had regular
spells of bed-wetting, so a box of diapers always sat in my closet.
When my mom and dad got divorced, it became two boxes--one out and one
in reserve; I wasn't just wetting the bed anymore, I had to go back to
wearing diapers during the day.  This eventually dropped back to one,
but I had a hard time with my sister ribbing me about it.

        When I was eight, my mom met a man that she eventually ended
up marrying.  My stepfather already had two daughters of his own, and
it seemed as though he never really was a father to me.  Family
outings always were the worst.  My sister and my two step-sisters
always ganged up on me since I was the boy.  If I went to my parents
about it, they just said, "Tell them to knock it off." That was all
the intervention they gave, and it seemed like they didn't care much
from there.

        When puberty hit, I began to question things a lot.  Why was
it my sisters always seemed to get more attention?  Why didn't my
parents care one way or the other if they singled me out or not? What
was it about being a girl that made them so special?  I wanted to know
in a way that was beyond just asking my parents why.  I wanted that
which had been denied me for so many years--the attention that had
been paid the girls, the feeling that I belonged in the family.

        So I thought about how to do it.  Why not be a girl?  That was
the only thing that seemed to stand in my way.  How do I do it?  I
didn't know anything about being a girl, and I didn't want to ask any
of my sisters or any of the girls at school.  The laughter would be
unbearable.  So I did a little research on my own, looking through my
mom's medical books, reading a little from my sisters magazines when
she wasn't home, and got some ideas on what I wanted to find out
about.  Then I asked the one person who I figured wouldn't laugh at
me--my mom.

        I waited until the night my stepfather was out of town on a
trip, and my sister was babysitting and house sitting for a few days
one summer.  It took me quite a while to get my courage up, but a
commercial for women's hygiene products set me off.

        "Mom, what's it like to be a girl?"

        "A girl?  What do you mean?"

        "Well, there's so many things that are so different about it."

        "Like what?"

        "Everything from the clothes that you wear to things like a
period, makeup, and stuff like that."

        "Well, I don't know how to describe it, you just do it."

        "Oh. OK."

        We sat for a few minutes.  My mom looked over at me and asked,
"Do you really want to know what it's like?"

        "Yeah, I guess."

        "No, I don't want an I guess or anything like that.  You
either say yes or no.  Nothing in between."

        "Yes."

        "Okay.  I'll let you know later tonight, after I've thought it
over some more.  Sound good?"

        "Sure."

        "Good.  I need to run to the store for some things, why don't
you take a bath while I'm gone?"


        I was in the bath when my mom got home from the store.  "Where
are you?" she called to me.

        "Upstairs in the bath."

        My mom came upstairs and walked in the bathroom with a grocery
bag.  She looked at my clothes on the floor while I covered myself in
the tub, then grabbed them and walked out.  I quickly got out and
grabbed a towel.  I had it around me when she walked back in carrying
a bra and a pair of panties.

        "Good, you're out of the tub."

        "Yeah, what did you do with my clothes?"

        "Those were boy's clothes."

        "Yeah, they were."

        "You wanted to know what it was like to be a girl.  Like I
said, you just do it.  So, I thought you would just do it.  I got all
the things you would need to be a girl for a while, all the stuff for
your period and so on, except you're going to have to borrow some of
my clothes."

        "Oh, well what are we going to do about the slight difference
in anatomy?"

        "I thought about that.  If a man takes the part of a woman
when having sex, like when two men go at it, what gets used in the
place of the vagina?"

        "Okay, what am I going to have to do?"

        "Well, first thing is that I don't want you going at this
half-hearted.  You either go at this whole-hog or not at all.  If you
want to do this, I want you to try to become a girl as much as
possible."

        "Okay, what do I do first."

        "First, take that towel off.  I've seen everything under there
before.  Girls aren't ashamed of being nude in front of other women,
especially their mothers.  We are the same sex you know."

        I took the towel off as my mom pulled a douche out of the bag.
"Douching is a not so regular thing to do.  Usually you do it at the
end of your period, if at all.  I'm having you do it so that you know
how to do it.  Twist the little top off, screw on the plastic tube and
sit down on the toilet.  Okay, now insert the tube in your vagina, and
gently squeeze the water into your vagina. It's probably a little
cold.  Now let the water flush out of your vagina.  Great."

        Next she pulled out a box of tampons.  "Since this is your
first period, I got you slender tampons.  As you get older, you'll
probably flow a lot heavier, so you'll need the super and super plus
tampons.  Okay, take one, take the wrapper off, and pull the string to
make sure it's attached.  Now, I'll help you with this first one, garb
it like this, and let's slowly insert it into your vagina, good, now
push the tube in to make sure it's all the way in, great!  Now pull
the tube out and throw it away, tug on the string gently so you know
it's in there right, good."

        Pads were next.  "These stick in the crotch of your panties,
so start to pull your panties on, now take off the backing and stick
your pad directly in the middle, good.  I got you Stay-free maxi pads
since it's what I use, but you can get pads that are smaller.  The
only drawback is that you go through more of them. Now pull your
panties on.  Okay, now this is how you put your bra on."  She went
through it with me.  "Now let's go find you a nice dress."

        The rest of that night was uneventful.  My mom had me put on a
nightgown, change my tampon, and then I went to bed.  When I woke up
the next morning, I got dressed and went downstairs.

        "What are you wearing?" my mom demanded.

        "Clothes."

        "No, let's go upstairs and get you a better outfit.  A summer
dress would be nice.  Did you change your tampon this morning?"

        I knew then that this wasn't just a one night thing.  "No, I
didn't know this was going to be more than just one night."

        "Your period lasts about an average of a week.  Come on, let's
go."


        I learned how to put on make-up and other things of being a
woman the rest of that day.  The following day, I made sure I was
dressed right going downstairs.

        "We need to do some shopping today.  Are you ready?"

        We went to the store, and then out to lunch at Burger King.
"Mom, I have to go to the bathroom."

        "Well, go.  The ladies room is right over there."

        I did my business.


        When my stepfather got home from his business trip, I could
tell my mom had talked with him about it.  He looked at me, and then
slowly looked me over again.  "Not bad," he said, "I think you look
better dressed that way.  You have my approval and recommendation to
continue."  I was happy that I was accepted.

        My sister's reaction was similar.  "Now you know what I deal
with.  Just don't think you can borrow all of my clothes."


        At the end of the week, My mom put me back in my regular
clothes.  Initially, I was disappointed.  I didn't mind though.  I was
a little bit more accepted than I had been before.  Three weeks later,
I got a surprise.  We went shopping and my mom got an extra box of
tampons, and a box of pads.  "It's that time of month again," she said
to me.  When we got home I changed.

        It continued this way for a few months.  When school started,
I was grateful that I only had to wear panties to school when I was on
my period (in addition to the usual tampon and pad).  When I was at
home, I put on my full outfit.  We had gone shopping for clothes for
school when I was on my period, so the actual clothes I wore to school
were not new, but I now had my own outfits.  I no longer had to borrow
my mom's panties, bras or dresses.  I now felt comfortable going out
in public dressed as a girl; going into the ladies room didn't bother
me, nor did buying my tampons and pads.

        Finally, my mom approached me about something new.  "When you
first start having your period, you really should get a check-up
within the first few months by a gynecologist.  I got you an
appointment."

        "What?"

        "You have an appointment with a gynecologist."

        "What about..."

        "Don't worry, it's made for you under your sister's name. Just
go to the appointment, and stop worrying."                   I went to
the appointment.  I was nervous as hell, and when they called my
sister's name, I went into the exam room.

        "Okay miss, your first gynecological exam?"

        "Yes, ma'am," I told the nurse.

        "Don't worry, it's not that bad.  Here's a gown for you to put
on.  Take off your clothes, put on the gown and sit up on the table.
The doctor will be in shortly."

        I did as I was told.  Soon, a woman doctor walked in.  "Hi,"
she said, "I'm going to be examining you and talking to you today.
Just a routine exam.  First, how long have you been on your period?"

        I told her.

        "Okay, great.  Now what I need you to do is lie back on the
table, good.  Now put your feet up in the stirrups here so I can
examine your vagina."

        I started to get very nervous when she lifted up the gown to
see my naked crotch.  She put on a pair of gloves and began feeling
around down below.  "Everything looks healthy.  Now, I'm going to
reach up inside and feel for your cervix."  I felt her finger slide
in.  Soon, that was over.

        "Great," she said, "Now, I'm going to take these," she held up
something that looked like salad tongs, "and insert them into your
vagina in order to open it up so I can get a better look."

        I was a bit more relaxed since I knew she knew the truth, and
the rest of the exam was easy, other than the discomfort.  Finally, it
was over.

        "You're a perfectly healthy female."  I smiled as I pulled on
my panties.  "Have you thought anything about birth control methods
yet?"

        "No," I said as I put on my bra, "I know about them, but I
haven't used any yet because I haven't had to."

        "Well, there are many different things you can use.  The one
that is most effective is the pill, and used in conjunction with
condoms, is the most effective mode of birth control.  If you ever
want to be sexually active in the future, even if you think you don't
want to right now, I would still recommend starting to practice some
method of birth control right now, so you don't get taken by
surprise."

        "Okay, what would you say is best?"

        "Like I said, the pill is most effective, used in conjunction
with a condom, though it still is the best without the condom.  It
allows some degree of spontaneity, as you take one pill daily, and
don't have to worry about it in the heat of passion.  I have a sample
pack here, good for one month, and can write you a prescription for
more if you want.  I know your mother, I'm a good friend with her, so
it's okayed."

        "Sure," I said, "When do I have to take these?"

        "Start the pack the day your period ends.  Take one pill a day
at approximately the same time each day, and when the pack runs out,
start a new pack right away."

        By the time I was dressed, she had finished the prescription.
I took it and went out to meet my mom.  I told her I needed to get it
filled and showed it to her.

        "Birth control pills, huh?"

        "Yes.  She said I should probably be on them, just in case I
ever decide to be sexually active."

        "Okay, let's go get them, then."


        I made sure I took my pills every day, quite regularly.  After
two months, I noticed the muscles on my chest felt a little sore. I
asked my mom about it.  "Well, the birth control pills are basically
female hormones.  What's happening is that you're starting to develop
breasts as a consequence.  I'd say it's time to stop stuffing your
training bra.  The only thing is that you should wear a training bra
every day now, no matter what clothes you wear."

        I asked my mom if I should stop taking them.  "Do you want
to?" she asked me.

        "Well, I don't want to be a woman for the rest of my life.  I
just enjoy it every so often."

        "There's one last thing about being a woman that I didn't have
you do.  Everything else is basically the annoying day to day stuff
that nobody likes doing at all.  This one thing makes everything else
worthwhile."

        "Really?  What is it?  Why didn't you have me do it before?
When will you show me?"

        "Hold on.  You don't even know what I'm talking about yet."

        "I really enjoy being a woman.  My period, my clothes,
everything, even being on birth control pills.  Now you tell me these
are the lousy things, and one good thing makes it all worthwhile.  I
don't care what it is, I want to do it."

        "Well, the reason I haven't done it before is because I can't.
The thing I'm talking about is sex."


        Later that day my mom approached me.  "You know what we were
talking about earlier?"

        "Yes."

        "Do you really want to do it?"

        "It sounds good."

        "Let me see what I can do.  Keep taking your birth control
pills for now."


        Over the next two weeks I saw my breasts begin to grow more. I
was filling out an A cup on my own when my mom came up to me again.
"Are you still wanting to have sex?" she asked.

        "Yes."

        "Well, I had a long talk with your stepfather, and he said he
would help out, if you want."

        "Okay, I guess.  I don't really know what to do."

        "Well, what I was thinking you could do is have one time with
me coaching you, and then go a second time on your own.  Do you want
to?"

        "Sure."


        That night after dinner, my mom had me douche.  Then I walked
into their bedroom, and saw my stepfather and my mom there.  My mom
started talking about foreplay as he and I kissed.  She had me unzip
his pants and undress him, and then started to tell me how to suck on
his dick.  I complied, getting horny myself, and went faster, doing
the best I could.  I was surprised when I felt hot sperm shoot in my
mouth, and stopped.

        "So far, so good," my mom said, "How do you like the taste?"

        "I like it."

        "Then swallow, otherwise, spit it out."

        I swallowed, smiling.  Next, we started another round of
foreplay, and I began to suck again when I was stopped.  "This is the
best part," my mom said.  My stepfather came around behind me and
stuck his dick inside me.  It hurt at first, but after a few thrusts,
the pain gave way to pleasure.  I soon realized I was moaning and
asking for more.  Soon, I reached orgasm.  Not long after, my
stepfather came inside me.  "Enough for tonight," my mom said.

        I went to bed happy.  I lay there with my nightgown on,
remembering the events that had transpired.  My asshole was a little
sore under my diaper, but I didn't mind.

        The next day my stepfather was home early from work.  I got my
second time with him on my own.  God, it felt good.


        I continued my time as a girl on and off, one week out of
four, for the next year.  I had now been acting the part of a female
for almost two years.  After I had learned about sex the first time
and had a repeat on my own, no more was done or said with my
stepfather.  I had stopped taking birth control pills, and found my
male hormones beginning to take charge over the development of my
body.

        The next thing I knew, my stepfather had a new job halfway
across the state.  This would require us to move in a few months, and
I wasn't looking forward to it.  What happened is that my mother and
stepfather moved down early, and my sister and I had to stay with my
grandparents for a couple of months until school was finished.  This
didn't pose a problem with my dressing up--my mother left specific
instructions with my sister.  What I really wondered about was my mom
talking about me finally going one way or the other once we moved.

        Fortunately, once we moved, I stayed at partial dressing,
going only the one week in four for most of the time.  I also got to
dress up when I felt the urge to, or when my parents felt it was a
special enough occasion.  I soon found my wardrobe of dresses and
other women's clothes growing, soon as large as my men's clothes. This
stopped for a short time, though.

        I went away to college for six months to a military school.
After finding out I truly hated the military, I returned home.  One of
the talks that my parents and I had before I came back was an attempt
to make me stay with the military, but I still left.


        I had gone home to visit for Thanksgiving, and was talking
with my family.

        "If you come back, you know that you'll have all your old
stuff back," my mom said.

        "If you mean my girl clothes and stuff, that's fine, I can
deal with it," I replied.

        "Well, we think a final decision needs to be made as to which
way you're going to go," my stepfather interjected.

        "OK," I said, "I'll think about it."

        "Well," my mom said, "I think the whole family should have
some say in it.  We have to live with the decision made, too."

        "Sounds fair."

        "Here's the way we'll do it then--each of us gets one vote
which way you go.  Don't worry--you get two votes since you're the one
who has to do it," my mom explained.

        "So what it amounts to is that I go which way the vote goes,
huh?"

        "Yes."

        "And you get one, you get one," I said looking at my parents,
"and I get two.  What if there's a tie?"

        "Your sister gets to vote too--she lives in this house also,"
my stepfather told me.

        "Fine.  Any word on how the votes are going right now?"

        "Yes," my mom said, "you seem to fit better in women's clothes
than in men's, and you just look and act so much like a woman, I think
that you should be one.  I vote for you being a girl."

        "OK," I looked at my stepfather, "And what do you think?"

        "I always liked daughters better than sons.  Also, you know I
prefer you dressed as a girl.  You look more natural in a dress, more
so a girl than you look like a man dressed in men's clothes."

        "And what about my sister?  Based on what you just told me, if
she votes female, I don't have a choice."

        "She hasn't decided yet," my mom said.

        I talked to my sister before I went back to the Academy for my
final few weeks.  I had decided I liked my primary gender, and wanted
to keep it, and tried to talk to my sister to convince her of the
same.  She said she hadn't made a final decision yet, but she also
liked me as a boy.


        When I came home, I was greeted warmly by my family.  My mom
informed me that a final decision would be made that night, and I
should at least get back on schedule with my period.  I complied when
I got home, changing into proper attire.

        We had our family vote later that night.  I knew my parents
would find some way of talking my sister into the way they wanted to
vote, but it didn't faze me.  I had hated the military enough to leave
it for the situation in front of me.  The vote went the way I
expected, and as such, I was not surprised by the fact that my male
clothing had been removed from my room and hidden away before I came
home.

        I protested at first, but after the first week, gave up and
decided to go with it.  My parents had agreed to pay for my rent and
food, as well as buying me clothes.  The only thing I had to worry
about was a car, if I wanted one.


        I spent two weeks dressed as a girl before my mom informed me
that I was due for another gynecological exam.  I didn't have a
problem, and found this lady doctor as the one before--treating me as
a female, making me undergo a full examination.

        "Any irregularities with your period?" she asked.

        "No."

        "Are you on birth control?"

        "No.  I was once, but stopped."

        "Have you ever been sexually active?"

        "Once, and I was on birth control at the time."

        "Well, we should get you back on it."

        I was soon back in my full routine as a female, only this
time, it wasn't only part time.  I soon found myself growing breasts
again, and found men noticing me.


        A friend that I knew from high school was moving to our town.
We had been best friends until the point that I moved, and he was the
only person who I had trusted enough to talk with about my dressing
up.  I remember asking my mom one time if he could stay over one
weekend night at our house.

        "Isn't that when you're supposed to be on your period?"

        "Yes, but..."

        "Does he know about it?"

        "Yes."

        "You told him?"

        "Yes--he though it was a fun idea.  I guess he talked about
doing the same type of thing with his mom after he found out what I
do."

        "Well, I guess it's OK."

        "Can he dress up when he's over here?"

        "I don't know.  I need to make sure it's OK with his parents
first."

        "If he showed up at least part-way dressed up, would that show
you it was OK?"

        "Yes.  He needs to bring at least his own panties and bra.
Then I'll know it's OK."

        My friend had talked with his mom about it before, but she
only gave him one night in a dress, and never let him have a period.
My friend had no problem smuggling out a pair of panties and a bra
from his house, and when he pulled them out of his bag to show my mom,
we giggled and ran off to get dressed.  We spent all night in our
dresses, and I taught him all about having a period.


        This friend was now attending a local college, and had come
over for a night when my parents were out of town.  We had been
drinking some of my parents' alcohol when he brought up the subject of
my dressing up.

        "I see you still dress up."

        "I don't get much choice anymore."

        "How far have you ever gone as a woman?  I mean, I know you
taught me about having a period and such, but have you ever gone
farther?"

        "You mean sex?"

        "Well, yeah..."

        "Only once.  I never found a boyfriend, I guess I just don't
look that good as a woman."

        "You look great," he said.

        "No, I don't," I looked away.

        He reached over and kissed me on the mouth.  "Yes you do," he
said firmly.

        I didn't say anything.  I just looked at him.  When he kissed
me again, I didn't hold back this time.  I soon found myself deeply
kissing him, tongues inside each other's mouths, hands slowly
caressing each other.  I could feel the bulge in his crotch growing.
I caressed it.

        His hands slid under my dress and started to hook on my
panties.  "No," I said, "I'm not ready for that yet."  He looked a
little crestfallen.  "Don't worry," I told him, "I'll make sure this
is satisfied tonight."  I grabbed his crotch.

        We kissed more and more.  I unbuttoned his jeans and began
fondling his erection.  I stopped kissing and smiled at him.  He
smiled back, and his eyes got wide as I sank down onto my knees.

        "I told you I'd satisfy you," I said, as I began to lick the
head of his cock.  Soon I had the whole thing in my mouth, slowly
stroking up and down, stopping now and then to lick the head a bit
more.  I speeded up as I heard him begin to moan and soon felt him
come in my mouth.  I swallowed quickly, sucking out all that I could
from his penis, finally pulling off and smiling.

        We sat on the couch for a short time, hugging.  Soon we
started kissing again, and I found him rock hard once more.  I moved
down to his cock, sucked for a few minutes and stopped.  I stood up,
looked at him and asked him if we could go in the bedroom.  He
obliged, and as we entered, I turned around and kissed him long and
hard.  I felt his hands on my ass, and reached around and grabbed
them.  I slid them up under my skirt and hooked his fingers on my
panties.  He looked at me in amazement.  "I thought you didn't want to
do that?"

        "Before I wasn't ready.  I'm ready now."

        He slid my panties off.  I moved onto the bed and he got
behind me.  He was still slick from the blow job I had started, and he
pushed in easily.  I gave a slight moan as he sank in all the way, and
he stopped short.

        "Does it hurt?"

        "No!  It's the best thing I've ever felt.  Fuck me, please!"

        He pumped away behind me for a few moments, and then I felt
him come deep inside me.  He pulled out, and laid down next to me.  I
smiled at him and winked.  "Don't worry, I'm on the pill," I said.

        He laughed.


        The next morning I woke up and looked around.  We were nude
next to each other and I saw my clothes on the floor.  I climbed out
of bed and began to dress.  I had my bra and panties on when he woke
up.

        "Good morning."

        I sat down on the bed next to him.  He looked at me and
smiled.  I smiled back and reached for my dress.  That was when he
asked me his question.

        "Will you dress me up again?  Like we did those couple of
times in high school?"

        "On one condition."

        "What's that?"

        "Last night..."

        "We can forget it if you want, I understand."

        "No, it's not that.  I don't remember much of it at all.  I
just remember that I enjoyed it.  I'll dress you up only if we can
repeat what we did last night."

        He kissed me and smiled.  "Of course."  He looked away and
said, "If you want to, you can do it to me also, I guess."

        "Wait a minute.  Who's wearing the panties here?"

        "You are."

        "That's all I want.  Just let me be your woman."

        We kissed again, long and hard.  My hand worked its way down
to his penis, and found it already hard.  I broke off our kiss and
began to suck him off once more.  When he finally came in my mouth, I
looked up and smiled.  I opened my mouth to show him what I had in it,
then shut my mouth and swallowed.  He sighed, and I laid down next to
him.

        We began to kiss again once he had caught his breath, and he
was hard in only a matter of minutes.  I sucked on him for a couple of
minutes before I removed my bra and panties.  He got behind me and
slid it in.

        This time, sex lasted longer than it had before.  I never knew
just how many little orgasms his screwing my behind could give me.
When he finally came, I had not ejaculated, but I felt as though I had
come ten times.  We laid down once more.

        We screwed one more time, longer still before we headed for
the shower.  While washing up, his hard on enticed me to give him one
more blow job.  We got out and headed into my room to get dressed.

        When he finally returned to his dorm, he had changed back into
his normal clothes, but one last kiss told me there might still be
more.  There wasn't, as he found a girlfriend who was actually a
female, but I still remember those times fondly.


        Six months later, my sister moved out.  After some protesting
with my parents, I convinced them that since my sister no longer lived
in the house the vote was a tie.  I got my original clothes back and
stopped taking the pill before any more physiological damage could be
done.  I moved out six months later, and took only my men's clothes
with me.





