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My Wife Turned Me into a Little Girl: 7 Stories of Transgender Age Regression, by Susan Donym
For many men, few things are as terrifying as the idea of being transformed into a little girl. To be so small, helpless and delicate, forced to rely on grown ups to care for you, your adulthood and masculinity stripped away forever... In Susan Donym's latest collection of twisted tales we watch as grown men suffer the supreme act of emasculation, shrinking down and becoming cute, precious girl children. Some of these men find themselves trapped in high school again, while others become sweet-faced toddlers or baby girls. One unlucky man finds himself regressed all the way back to the womb, forced to start life over as his wife's daughter. And their changes aren't just physical. As these men regress and feminize, they find themselves craving the embrace of their mommies, loving the taste of the formula in their bottles, even experiencing strange new feelings for that cute guy on the high school volleyball team. You'll be there as these men become girls in body and soul. This original collection of short stories is intended for mature readers. Keywords: Age regression, transgender, unbirth, babyfication, infantilzation, turned into a little girl.
0 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Home Run in age regression stories!!! By Abby This is what I was looking for in the book that has ten POV tales!!!! In this anthology Susan knocks it out of the park. All seven stories are enjoyable, well thought out, and complete. I left each story satisfied with the ending and where the characters were left off. Definitely worth the price and read.
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Hormones, surgery, regret: I was a transgender woman for 8 years — time I can't get back
Hormones, surgery, regret: I was a transgender woman for 8 years — time I can't get back At first I was giddy for the fresh start. But hormones and sex change genital surgery couldn't solve the underlying issues driving my gender dysphoria.
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I started my transgender journey as a 4-year-old boy when my grandmother repeatedly, over several years, cross-dressed me in a full-length purple dress she made especially for me and told me how pretty I was as a girl. This planted the seed of gender confusion and led to my transitioning at age 42 to transgender female.
I lived as “Laura” for eight years, but, as I now know, transitioning doesn’t fix the underlying ailments.
Studies show that most people who want to live as the opposite sex have other psychological issues , such as depression or anxiety. In my case, I was diagnosed at age 40 with gender dysphoria and at age 50 with psychological issues due to childhood trauma.
Eventually, my parents found out, and my unsupervised visits to Grandma’s house ended. I thought my secret was safe, but my teenage uncle heard about it and felt I was fair game for taunting and sexual abuse. I wasn’t even 10 years old. If not for the purple dress, I believe I would not have been abused by my uncle.
That abuse caused me to not want to be male any longer. Cross-dressing gave me an escape. I lay awake at night, secretly begging God to change me into a girl. In my childlike thinking, if I could only be a girl, then I would be accepted and affirmed by the adults in my life. I would be safe. 
Gender dysphoria is about identity, not sexual orientation. I was never homosexual; I was interested in dating girls. In my early 20s and engaged to be married, I confided to my fiancée about my cross-dressing. She figured we could work it out. We got married and had two children.
In my work life I was successful, but the girl persona still occupied my thoughts. With weekly travel away from home, I easily indulged in cross-dressing, fueling the desire to be a woman.
By the time I was 40, I couldn’t take the pressure of living two separate lives. I felt torn apart, wanting to be a good husband and father, but in severe torment about needing to be a woman.
I sought out the top gender specialist at the time, Dr. Paul Walker, who had co-authored the 1979 standards of care for transgender health. He diagnosed me with gender identity disorder (now gender dysphoria ) and recommended cross-sex hormones and sex change genital surgery. He told me that the childhood events were not related to my current gender distress, and that sex change was the only solution. I started taking female hormones and scheduled the surgery for April 1983 in Trinidad, Colorado. I was 42.
My marriage ended shortly before surgery. In addition to genital reconfiguration, I had breast implants and other feminizing procedures and changed my birth certificate to Laura Jensen, female. My childhood dream was realized, and my life as a woman began.
At first, I was giddy with excitement. It seemed like a fresh start. I could sever ties with my former life as Walt and my painful past. But reality soon hit. My children and former wife were devastated. When I told my employer, my career was over.
As Laura, I decided to pursue being a counselor and started courses at the University of California-Santa Cruz in the late 1980s. There, a crack in my carefully crafted female persona opened, and I began to question my transition. The reprieve I experienced through surgery was only temporary. Hidden underneath the makeup and female clothing was the little boy hurt by childhood trauma. I was once again experiencing gender dysphoria, but this time I felt like a male inside a body refashioned to look like a woman. I was living my dream, but still I was deeply suicidal.
A gender specialist told me to give it more time. Eight years seemed like an awfully long time to me. Nothing made sense. Why hadn’t the recommended hormones and surgery worked? Why was I still distressed about my gender identity? Why wasn’t I happy being Laura? Why did I have strong desires to be Walt again?
Emotionally, I was a mess. But with grit and determination, and the love and support of several families and counselors, I pursued healing on a psychological level. With expert guidance, I dared to revisit the emotional trauma of my youth. It wasn’t easy, but it was the only way to address the underlying conditions driving my gender dysphoria.
I was 50 when I had the breast implants removed, but the next few years were spent in confusion and counseling. In 1996, at the age of 55, I was finally free from the desire to live as a woman and changed my legal documents back to Walt, my biologically correct male sex. I still have scars on my chest, reminders of the gender detour that cost me 13 years of my life. I am on a hormone regimen to try to regulate a system that is permanently altered.
Eventually, I met a wonderful woman who didn’t care about the changes to my body, and we’ve been married for 21 years. Now we help others whose lives have been derailed by sex change. Measured by the human benefit to a hurting population, it’s a priceless way to spend our time.
Had I not been misled by media stories of sex change “success” and by medical practitioners who said transitioning was the answer to my problems, I wouldn’t have suffered as I have. Genetics can’t be changed. Feelings, however, can and do change. Underlying issues often drive the desire to escape one’s life into another, and they need to be addressed before taking the radical step of transition.
You will hear the media say, “Regret is rare.” But they are not reading my inbox, which is full of messages from transgender individuals who want the life and body back that was taken from them by cross-sex hormones, surgery and living under a new identity.
After de-transitioning, I know the truth: Hormones and surgery may alter appearances, but nothing changes the immutable fact of your sex. Walt Heyer is a former transgender woman who provides support to others who regret gender change at SexChangeRegret.com . He is the author of " Trans Life Survivors ."  
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NOTE: The following is a story that contains transformation, transgender, and age regression. Sam was a very shy, 25 year old guy. He had pretty much no friends, sure he got along with people, but he could never get through a conversation without losing things to talk about. He got along with girls a lot more, but he was very shy around them, answering their questions with simple replies like "Yes." or "I don't know." Sam, being a bit bored around his house was laying down in his bed. He looked over at his nightstand to find a notepad and pen next to it. He opened it to find a title reading "If you were a girl..." but only had one question on it. Curious, Sam decided that he would fill it out to see what would happen. Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?” "Yes." Sam put down, and his fingers became a bit longer and daintier. His nails grew and polish was applied to them. Sam then noticed a new question appeared, he went to fill it out. Question 2: If you were a girl... how old would you be, how tall would you be without shoes and what would you weigh without clothes?(Don't lie)? Sam knew what he wanted. He was smart enough to know he would change. He would want to over, going through experiences as a girl. He had a chance to make friends, and he may be more sociable as a girl. "I would be 3 years old, 3" 2' tall, and weight 27 pounds." The note then wrote a message saying "You will regress as the questionnaire goes on, you will gain memories of being female to help suit the rest of this questionnaire when appropriate.." Question 3: If you were a girl... would your hair be straight or curly? It would be curly, he wrote. Sam's hair then began to grow and grow, stopping at her shoulders. Question 4: If you were a girl... what would be your favorite color? "Purple." He wrote, seeing his pen change from black to purple, along with it's ink. His nails were now painted purple. He felt a bit weird and felt younger. He took out a paper where he had the number of birthdays he has had. He counted the tallies to find 22 of them. Question 5: If you were a girl... what color would your hair be? "Brunette" Sam wrote, his hair didn't change, but his skin became smooth and lost all body hair. His arms and legs lost muscle as they began looking feminine. He looked over at his tallies to count 20. Question 6: If you were a girl... what color would your eyes be? "Brown." Sam wrote. He felt a strange sensation in his eyes as changed from black to brown. He looked down to see fat going down to his hips and butt. He now had curvy hips and a slightly bigger butt, which really popped out in his jeans. His tallies now counted to 18 Question 7: If you were a girl... would you like makeup? "No, but I love painting my nails. I started when I was 12." he wrote. He'd always been interested in painting nails, but feared being made fun of for doing it. He felt pain in his brain as he gained memories of learning how to paint her nails. His computer and desk morphed into a place where she did her nails. Sam got help from her cousin to build the stand. Sam babysat for the money to one of those special lamps to dry nails. He saw brushes and a huge case filled with nail polish appear. He went back to the quiz. His tallies went down to 17 Question 8: If you were a girl... what size would your breasts be? "C-cup, they finished growing when I was 16." he wrote, when they were to develop he'd want them to be noticeable and grab attention, without having to much strain on him, or rather, herself. He felt a burning sensation at his chest as two mounds began pushing his shirt out. This kept until they reached C-cup size. There were now 16 tallies. Question 9: If you were a girl... would you be wearing briefs, bikini, thong or boxers? "Briefs or boxers, everything else is too mature for me." Sam wrote. He felt a pain down at his crotch. His male boxers shrunk and turned into a pair of female ones. It hurt his male partners, but the pain went away as they vanished from his body, leaving only female bits down there. He felt a pain on his insides as his body changed to match that of a females. Sam was pretty much all girl now. She looked at her tallies to find 14. Question 10: If you were a girl...would you be into guys? "I would like guys, but I'm not afraid to experiment with girls!" She wrote down, as her mind began to change to find boys attractive. She still found girls appealing, but not over guys. Her age was now 12, and her breast shrunk down to a B-cup. Question 11: If you were a girl... would you use pads or tampons? "I wouldn't have started needing those yet." Sam wrote. She saw her breasts getting even smaller, to barely even an A-cup. Question 12: If you were a girl... what type of bra would you be wearing? "I really don't need one, but my mom makes me wear a training bra to get used to having to wear them. Sam wrote down, noticing her breast almost gone. She noticed that she shrunk quite a bit and her shirt and pants were rather big for her new size. Question 13: If you were a girl... would you shave? "No, I want to start, but my mom says I need to wait until I'm older." she wrote down. Sam's legs and arms grew a little amount of body hair on her arms and legs. The tallies were now at 10. Question 14: If you were a girl... would you wear jewelry? "I love bracelets and necklaces. I want earrings but my mom says I can't ever get my ears pierced." she put down. A box of bracelets formed on her new desk. A couple of necklaces appeared on her nightstand. Her age was now 7. Question 15: If you were a girl... what kind of clothes would you wear. "I wear clothes with Hello Kitty, Pokemon, Barbies, and Horses on them. I have shirts with my favorite Disney Princess too! I also have a purple shirt that says princess with purple gemstones around it. It's my favorite shirt and I never want to get rid of it!" she put down. Sam was getting a lot more talkative with the note. She was getting sociable and telling it extra things. She saw her old shirt changing. The once (now over-sized) gray t-shirt shrunk to a size that fit her new little body. Her shirt changed from gray to purple and the word "Princess" appeared on it. Gemstones appeared around the word, and an adorable little princess crown appeared next to it. Her age was now 5, and she was starting to forget how to write. Question 16: If you were a girl... what kind of pants do you wear? "Sumtimes, I war a cute skirt wit flowerz on tem. My mommy haz jeans 4 me to. Sumtimes my mommy let me wear my fairy tutu! I luv it and wiz I could wer it all the tiem!" Sam wrote in a now childlike scrawl. It's like her handwriting never changed! She was starting to forget how to spell and write. She was also having trouble reading the words now. Her voice now had a childish lisp. The note could translate the scrawl she wrote. The next question was read to her, and the remaining ones her too. Question 17: If you would were a girl...would you like the park? "The park iz my faourite plac! My mommy take me evry Saterday! I relly leik the swing and slide! I realy want to go down teh pol, but I am too scared to. My mommy says I can go down when I fel brave enugh to. Teres a bridge that move when you wak on it. It fun! I lek it a lot!" she wrote in a barely legible scrawl. She was really getting a child's excitment now. Question 18: If you were a girl... what do you like watching? "I relly liek watch Pokemon Cinderlla Litle Mermad and Spongbob. My mommy usualy put stuf to watc for me." she wrote, now looking like random lines and scribbles. All of her old games and movies turned into those meant for little kids. Many action movies were now Disney ones. Horror movies became cartoon shows on DVD. Sci-Fi movies became video tapes with her favorite episodes recorded on them. She was now at 4 years old. Question 19: If you were a girl...do you sleep in your own room? What's your room like? "Yus but mai mommy keps a toy in here to hear me. I think im a big girl and can handl mai problems. My mommy says its jst to be safe. My room has pink wals. I hav a purple nightlite becuz im scared uf the dark. My mommy put my disney princesses around mi room. Mai toys and dollies are in bins that tak up most of my room. I hav a bed wit tat is pink and purple. I hav my stufed animals around my room. I go nite nite with all of them, but i relly liek my dogie." Her room changed as her desk vanished, replaced with bins on the ground. Stuffed animals were now around the room. The walls turned from white to pink, with pictures of Disney Princesses on them. A stuffed animal of a dog appeared on her bed. She had now reached the age of 3. Question 20: If you were a girl... what would your name be? "My nam iz Sammatha." She put down. Her mind now that of a 3 year old. When she finished the questionnaire, it vanished as did her pen. Sam's mother then walked it. "What are you doing up young lady? You know your not supposed to be up this late!" "I sorry momma. I had a scarry dream. Will you read me a bedtiem story?" Sam asked innocently. "Fine, how can I say no to that face!" Sam's mother said as she reached for a book about a dog, "This one?" she asked. "Yes! Yes! Yay!" Sam exclaimed, it was her favorite story. She pretended that her stuffed dog was the one in the story, and mimicked actions with her toy. Her mom read her the story and Samantha drifted off into sleep. Her mother gave her a "good night kiss" and left the room.

It was another workday at the Dackwill company, and in IT, there was more work to do than the average day. The husky Liz was head deep in work with catching up on emails and answering support messages. However, the head of IT, the donkey Owen was much more concerned with some news he had just heard.

"Bad news Liz, that lizard who always tried to weasel her way into Dackwill is going to be coming soon." Owen said as he rushed into the IT office.

"And that's bad news why?" Liz simply asked,
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