Boy Turned Into A Girl Story

Boy Turned Into A Girl Story

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When I was 10 years old, my twin sister talked me into wearing one of her frocks. I agreed and she dressed me up in one of her frocks and we played together with her dolls. I still remember that moment clearly and how nice it felt to wear her lovely frock. That moment changed my life forever.
Since then I started having the urge to dress like a girl and every time I had a chance I would sneak into my sister’s room and try on her outfits. It felt so good when I wore her outfits, especially her school uniform. As time passed, I grew more and more interested in feminine clothing and to look like a beautiful girl.

My parents both had a very busy work life and most of the times it would just be me and my sister. When my sister was busy with something like when she was taking a bath or watching Tv downstairs in the living room, I would sneak into her room and try on whatever clothes I could find and then take them off again and get back to my room.
It gave me such a rush but it wasn’t really enough for me. I thought about telling my sister about my urge to dress up as a girl but I was scared she would tell mom and dad. So, I just kept it a secret.
When I was 14, I found a stash of my sister’s old clothes in the attic. I took few of the clothes which I thought would fit me and hid them in my closet. I would get dressed every night in my room and enjoyed dressing up. But wearing the same clothes again and again started to get boring. I wanted to wear makeup, cute dresses and look like a cute girl.
I started to spend a lot of time online looking at boy to girl transformations, crossdressing and male to female makeovers. I was glad to find out that I wasn’t alone and there were a lot of people who liked to dress up as a girl too. I loved looking at photos & videos of boys who dressed as girls and makeup tutorials. I actually learned quite a lot about crossdressing. So, I decided to get some stuffs online for my own transformation.

I saved some money and order my first hair wig. I arranged to receive it when my parents were not at home. When it finally arrived, I couldn’t contain my excitement. I just couldn’t wait to try it on, my heart was beating like crazy. I rushed to my room, unboxed the package and pulled out the neatly packed hair wig. It looked like what they had shown in the picture. It was a long blonde lace wig.
At first, I had some problem placing the wig properly. Then with some more try I managed to have it placed decently on my head. When I looked at the mirror to check out, I just couldn’t believe how good I looked. In fact I looked quite like my sister. I felt really cute and it made me blush.
Then I undressed myself and put on an old dress that I had. I couldn’t stop looking at the mirror. I looked so much like my sister and I felt like a girl. I must have taken hundreds of photos and videos of myself. It was a very exciting experience.
After a week, I had tried the hair wig with all the outfits that I had. It certainly changed my appearance a lot and made me look so much like a girl. I started trying different hair styles with the hair wig and particularly liked having it in a piggy tail style which my sister also frequently used to do with her hair. We both looked so similar and it was surely because we were twins.

One day, my parents were away and my sister told me she was going to her friend’s house and would be back in the evening only. I was super excited because now I could get dressed and move around the house openly. When my sister left, I just rushed into her room to see if I could wear any of her nice outfit. I found her bra, a black crop top and pink pleated skirt. I just couldn’t wait to try them on.
I quickly went to my room to get my hair wig. Then I got back to my sister’s room and got undressed. I put on the bra first, then the crop top and finally her skirt. It felt so nice to dress up in those clothes. My whole body was tingling with joy to be wearing such a cute outfit.
Then I put on the hair wig and styled it in a piggy tail. When I looked at the mirror, I couldn’t believe how cute I looked and so similar like my sister. In fact it was like I had really turned into my sister. No wonder it was because we were actually twins. It felt like my reflection in the mirror was my sister looking back at me.
I felt so girly wearing the outfit and couldn’t stop admiring myself in the mirror. Simply loved how I was looking in that outfit. After taking quite a lot of pics, trying different pose here and there in the room, I decided to go out to the living room downstairs.
It was like a fresh breathe of air as I moved around the house. I had also put on my sister’s sneakers lying in her room, really glad that all of her stuffs also fitted me nicely. Now my look was complete from head to toe and I was so happy to experience my time being a girl.

I must have taken hundreds of pictures in different places of the house that my phone warned me of low battery. I looked at the clock and thought there was still time to enjoy being dressed for another 1-2 hours. So, I put my phone to charge and went to my sister room to find some makeup to apply.
I found some lip balm, eyeliner & mascara and decided to put them on. I had never tried them before and it was exciting to be applying them in my face for the first time. I first applied some lip balm and my lips looked so sparkly. Then I tried to put on the eyeliner and I found out that it was not as easy as I thought it was. I made a complete mess and I had to wash it off and try again.
Finally, I was able to draw a nice line of eyeliner and decided not to get too ambitious with it. Then I moved on to the mascara and applied it somewhat randomly. I looked at the mirror and was quite happy with the result. It wasn’t bad for my first time applying makeup. I definitely looked more girly with the makeup and it was super fun.
I went to grab my phone and started taking photos again. I definitely wanted to save these lovely moments of me as a girl. Just then, the bell rang and I felt my heart stop. Was that my sister or someone else? I couldn’t be seen like that? Was I really busted? All these thoughts came rushing in my head. I panicked not knowing what to do. There was no time to take off the makeup & outfit and go open the door. I was scared and I knew I was busted. So, with every ounce of courage I had I stepped out from my sister’s room to grab a peek of who was at the door.

My heart was pounding and my body trembling. I felt so exposed and vulnerable while slowly coming out of the room. The bell rang again and it spooked me again. It must have been such a funny sight of me as I was crawling slowly to the window to see who it was. I finally got near the window upstairs and slowly looked who it was at the door.
It turned out to be a delivery guy. I was a little relieved. I asked myself whether I should go down to greet him dressed like that. I knew I was too nervous for it but I had to do something. I wondered if he would notice me as a girl? Nobody had seen me like a girl before and this would be the first time. Should I do this? Thoughts were racing again inside my head.
Just then I heard the noise of package being dropped on the floor. I looked from the window and saw the delivery guy turning around to leave. He must have thought no one was home so he placed the package in-front of the door. That was a close call, I thought. I heard the delivery van finally drive off and decided to go down to get the package. I slowly walked downstairs, still a little shaky and got to the door. My heart began beating faster again just thinking about opening the door. I took some moment to calm down.

With a deep breathe, I opened the door, grabbed the package and shut the door. A few seconds just felt so long. Did anybody see me? It was such a rush. The package was for my dad, must be something he ordered. I placed it on the table and went back to get undressed and wash off my makeup. I didn’t wanted to stay dressed longer and risk being caught.
So, I got back to my sister’s room and took off all the clothes. Then put everything back as it was and went to my room to clean the makeup. I took of the wig, washed my face and put on my boy clothes. After I freshened up I went to my sister’s room again to check if everything was placed back properly. Just then, the door bell rang and I had a mini heart attack.
I walked out of the room, checked my face in the lobby mirror to see if there was no trace of makeup and then went downstairs to open the door. It was my sister. I opened the door, glad that I decided to undress a little earlier. I then went back to my room. This was an experience I would never forget. The day I turned into my sister.
The End
That was so hot. I thought I wish I was that delivery guy, and you answered the door all dolled up. Then we…..? You tell me.
Je pense que ceux qui vivent cette situation souhaites se faire surprendre aux fonds d’eux mêmes . C’est mon cas .
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Muy interesante el contenido de la revista, gracias
These guys have real courage. They are being what they are. LOL!
We see, with each generation, more boys born smaller, weaker, and more effeminate, and far less “macho” alpha’s. Trends across the world are less gender oriented, boys are wearing asexual clothes, make up, and are more “female” oriented. Many “beta” boys prefer to be around girls rather than talking to a group of guys about sports that they have no interest in, they would much prefer to talk about fashion and relationships. Most of these boys bond with and have a girl as their BFF. They are often bullied by the alpha boys, called sissies or worse which makes them want to identify with girls even more. They may not have any gay feelings but transitioning and taking hormones can alter their thinking also, becoming a girl may be the best route for some of them.
Deedee you are right. Guys seem to be less and less active, and more pron to sit back and watch the guys world pass them by. looking girly seems to be their thing.
Seems like some guys want to be girly instead of macho. I guess because beauty is more associated with being of the female sex.
Deedee has a very valid point. Seems like more and more guys want to be beta boys instead of Alpha males. Transitioning to girls is probably the best thing for them. Hope they can afford it. .
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Since my preteen years and into my teens, I knew there was something not right. I seemed to be not like other boys, small-boned, petite and a little fragile, for a boy.
Bullied yes, by some, but I let it go over my head, as thinking, what mom always told me, ” the more you take notice, the worse they be. ”
Then the support teacher arrived for the summer, prior to the summer term ending, in primary. I were now in my last year, before moving, into the secondary school, with others in my class.
Miss Williams, introduced herself and each one gave our name. Well there were eleven boys and nine girls, two boys sat together, while the remainder sat with a girl.

Now, Miss Williams would like all girls together in a row of desks and all boys together in a row of desks, but that could not work out even, so Miss asked all the boys, who would volunteer to sit with the girls.
Miss Williams: “Come on , or I will have to choose one boy myself, and I rather not do that.”
So I sat in the back, and as each boy were reluctant to volunteer, I put my hand up.
Miss Williams: Yes, Graham it is, her confirming.
Miss Williams: Good for you. Now boys, Graham, has saved one of you going to the girls side, so any boy here now makes fun, will change places with him, is that clear.”
Yes Miss Williams echoed around the room. So it were done, boys and girls all in a row each. I sat by Patricia and she welcomed me with a warm smile, as she were a nice girl.

We sat at the back, and as Miss added, I sat toward the boy side, so I was not away from them.
Patricia, asked, do you wish me to sit here?
No it’s alright thank you Patricia.
Yes, I understand her smiling, you wish really to be with the boys.
No, on the contrary, I like being with the girls.
Then she seemed surprised, at that answer.
We got on great together through term, questions and answers on a Friday afternoon, before home time.
Girls against Boys, some weeks they won, but mostly us girls, as I considered myself a girl now. That were confirmed each time, as the winner of the competition, got to walk out first for home time.
Well the first time we girls won, all girls stood and Miss Williams, looked at me, come on Graham, stand up, you are with the girls now.
I stood and all us girls walked out, before the boys. I told my mom of our winning more than the boys, and explained to her, why I were with the girls, from when Miss Williams arrived.
Well if you’re happy my son, so be it, or should I address you now my daughter?

Oh mom please, stop teasing me, but mom knew, by her feminine intuition that I were more a happier person now at school.
Mom enlightening my sisters who were already in the secondary school, did tease me, for awhile, but really proud of me, by volunteering that first day.
Sunday school, and only I turned up that Sunday, in the boy’s class, so I sat there waiting for my teacher, but she also were absent, so I began to walk out, to go home.
Where are you going boy, came Miss Powell’s voice, from the girl’s class?
Well come here as she took me by the wrist, to her class of girls, who were all wearing a pretty summer frock. All sat in a circle with myself directly opposite Miss Powell.
Now we all had to read a chapter, from the book that lesson from the Bible that day. When it came to my turn, as we read going around, four girls on my left and four girls on my right, me “piggy-in-the-middle.”
I felt all eyes on me, with me wearing short trousers, my legs exposed.
Very good girls, came Miss Powell, after the last girl read. Then class bell rang for home time, so girls and I, placed our bible on the chair we had sat and walked in line, but Miss Powell, stopped me and took me one side.
Well Graham, have you enjoyed today and learned something?
Yes Miss Powell, and I liked the story in the Bible.
Were you a little embarrassed, sat with the girls, her now looking deep in to my eyes?
why not, her continuing to ask questions.
Well Miss, as I explained to her, about me sat with the girls in day school.
So you like sitting with the girls, is that it?
Yes Miss. Well, would you like to sit with us each Sunday?
Miss, maybe Mr. James and boys be here next Sunday.
That is no problem Graham, I shall speak to Mr. James, over the phone this week sweetie.

Myself I don’t think any of the boys will return, as they seem to be too old or too big now for Sunday school, so you be with us, the girl’s class.
Yes Miss, I really would. I sat with the girls, until I began to go to church and even sat with the girls in the girl’s side of the choir, with my falsetto voice singing, like a girl, as we all wore the same gown in choir.
With my golden blonde hair, azure blue eyes, and fair complexion, many in the congregation, thought I were a girl, which made me proud.
Later-on in the year, one evening when mom were ironing, I asked her, if I had been born a girl would you love me more?
Mom looked at me, with intrigued by the question. My boy, as long as you were a healthy baby, I not care, if you were a boy or girl.
What name would you have given me mom, if I were a girl?
Before mom could answer, I said, I like Jane mom.
Mom, again looking at me, well my son, I like Susan, so Susan-Jane, you be from now on at home. Would you like that sweetie?
Yes mom, I would love it. That night when saying my prayers, kneeling at my bedside, I asked my Lord, God, to please let me be a girl, when I awoke in the morning.
Mom, I had not realized she were stood at my bedroom door, and over heard my whispers.
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