Doctor Change My Son into a girl👰‍♀️💊Ending(Crossdressing Stories)

Hey everyone, welcome to M2F story. Today I am going to share with you like my sister final part written by Janet L. Stikny.

So if you are new to the channel then please consider subscribing and check out my Patreon patreon. com/m2f story. I was sure that I would never be faced with the same choice ever again because in my heart I knew that once I changed, got another trip to the salon, and added all the padding, Angela was going to stay.

It was an irresistible force that was drawing me inward, yet I couldn't see any other way. I had seen a site on the internet that sold a kind of panty that would let boys become girls. And for something to do, I had filled out the form, figuring out what I wanted, what color, and so on.

That's when I decided that if I were going to be a girl, then I was damned well going to be as much a girl as I could be. I went to find dad, got his credit card without telling him what I was buying, then went online and ordered one, asking for expedited shipping. If I were lucky, I would get it on Friday.

Then I went to see Alicia. She and I had a lot to talk about, all of it private. I had to know if any of the stories the guys were telling were true, although I doubted it.

To my shock, she said that two of her friends had used their hands to help their boyfriends. Giggling, she told me that both Kelly and Megan had not minded doing it, and each had thought about doing it again. They said it was a little gooey, but not bad.

Why are you asking about this? You thinking of helping Bill? No, it's just that some of the guys, well, they talk, and some of them say they got into a girl's pants, or the girl did something else, and it wasn't using their hand either.

I'm not going to do any of that. Those guys are just dreaming, Angela. Other than a hand job, I don't know one girl that has done anything else.

We're not you know. Yeah, I know that. It's just So, you going to the party?

Who called? Bill. He wants to take me to the party.

Well, what did you tell him that I would ask? You little devil. You weren't going to say anything, were you?

Why? So you could rag me from now till then? I wouldn't do that.

She started then broke out giggling. What's so funny? You Carrie has been trying to get Bill's attention since we were in fourth grade.

And here you come and whamo, he's falling all over himself to be with you. Yeah, but it wasn't my idea. Remember?

So, what are you going to have done at the salon? I don't know yet, but whatever it is, I promise you it'll be good. I'll bet.

You getting changed tonight? Nah, in the morning. That night after dinner, I got mom alone and told her what I wanted to do at the salon if it was possible.

Then I asked her if Bill could take me to the party. When I got a yes on both and no lecture, I went back to my room to check on my order. For the next 2 days, I was Angela again, but stayed home, not leaving the house.

On Friday, when my package came, I rushed to my room, shut and locked the door, and opened the box. It took me about an hour to read the instructions, get it on right, then use the seam concealer, but it was worth the wait. There was no sign that I was or ever had been a boy.

Rounded hips with a slightly bigger butt and a curving front that terminated at a small slit surrounded in dark hair. It even felt like skin, and the gel-filled padding on the hips and just over my new pubes felt just like a normal body. I pulled on my panties and saw that my days in a padded panty brief were over.

and better. My panties fit me just like Alicia's fit her. I put the bra on, then opened the door so I could slip into her bedroom, running right into dad.

He and I locked eyes for a moment. Then he looked down and saw the way I looked, including modest cleavage and of course the way my panties fit. I shoved past him and went into Alicia's room and shut the door, panting hard.

He was the very last person that I wanted to find out what I had done. My sister wasn't there, so I quickly grabbed some shorts and a top, put them on, then left her room and went to the kitchen where I found Mom and Alicia sitting. Something happened, dear.

No, Mom. I'm fine. You have that look again like you just got the best present ever.

What's going on? Nothing, Mom. Honest.

Okay, if you say so. You two clean the kitchen today. Take out all the dishes, wipe the cupboards, drawers, everything.

I want this kitchen spotless before you even think about going anywhere. Our task wasn't that hard and we finished in about 4 hours. But Alicia knew something was up.

She could always sense it and was relentless in trying to find out. As we went to clean up, she went in her room and I went in mine. I changed into a skirt and clean top.

She and I were in the family room when the doorbell rang and I went to see who it was. Opening the door, I briefly saw Bill, then nothing but a blur followed by stars. Oh, you're not a girl.

You're Alicia's brother. He was all over me in a flash. He hit me in the face a few times, then the stomach, which threw me to the floor.

I was bleeding and dazed, unable to stop him as he ripped my top off, then slipped his hand under my skirt and yanked my panties down. I saw the look of horror on his face the moment he saw that I looked like a girl, and I managed to roll over on my face in shame. My dad heard the commotion and came running only to see my skirt pulled up and that I was no cloth from the waist down, bleeding from the face and a shocked Bill standing over me, his fists still balled up.

Dad grabbed Bill by the collar and literally threw him right out the front door. I actually heard him land on the sidewalk. In fact, Dad told me to lay there.

You all right? Yeah, I think so. How bad is it?

How does it feel? ugly. Get to your room and clean up.

I think that Bill and I are going to have a short talk, and I don't think he's going to like it. Dad stormed out of the house just as Alicia ran in the room. Seeing me laying there bleeding, she helped me up, then into the bath.

Once I washed away the blood, I saw that I had a broken nose, a chipped tooth, and I was going to have one really ugly shiner. As Alicia helped me, that's when she found out that I had managed to look like her. My panties had disappeared into shredded pieces when Bill yanked them off, leaving me covered only by the skirt.

My sister sucked in her breath, but did not say a word, only helping me get some clean clothes on. By the time we went to find out what happened to Bill, it was all over. Dad had him by the collar as two cops stood there listening.

One of the cops saw me and waved us outside. One look was all it took for the cops to arrest Bill as they put him in the car. Looks like he worked you over pretty good, honey.

You should go to the hospital. The cop said, "I'll see that she gets to our doctor. " Dad was adamant about that.

Fine. We'll call the young man's parents. Then he'll have to postpone before he can get out.

You'll be notified when we'll need your statement. Bill looked scared as they drove away. Then dad turned to me, told me to get in the car, which both Alicia and I did.

Our family doctor insisted that I get a full examination just as mom showed up. With her in the room, she demanded that I get undressed, which is when mom also saw my new panty. The doctor immediately recognized that it was a panty and looked at mom with a question on her face.

"It's complicated," she said with a sigh, then sat down. Mom told him how it was all her fault about the contest and how she was positive that I had found out that I wanted to be a girl. pointing at my breast forms and the panty.

She made her point without getting into the fact that she knew nothing about the panty. The doctor, who had been our family doctor since I was a baby, was a woman about 50, I think, sat there listening. Then she checked me over.

I needed to have my nose reset and I would have to wear an ice bag for a few days. But the doctor told me that I was okay. Tell me, is your mother right that you want to be a girl?

It looks to me as if she's right given that exquisitly made panty and those wonderfully lielike breast forms you have on. Well, tell her Angela. Yeah.

Okay. I found out that I like being a girl. And that young man that beat you up, is he involved in this decision you've come to?

No, I'm not interested in boys. Not like that anyway. Maybe.

But I'm willing to bet that he is very interested in you. If he wasn't, he would not have been so angry, would he? Yeah.

Well, well, nothing, the doctor said a bit quickly. Either you want to be a girl and accept everything that means or you don't. It's really quite simple, and I think you already know that, don't you?

I said nothing. Not sure if I should, but the doctor was right. I knew that by accepting the fact that I liked being a girl, I would have to accept everything about being a girl, not just the parts I liked.

Mom, I think that the doctor is right, Angela. And given what happened to you just a few hours ago, I think it's time that you told us what it is that you really want. That way, we can maybe help you through this.

We were there for what seemed like hours. The doctor masterful at eliciting every shred of my story from beginning to end. How I felt, my fear about discovery, and my total denial of what being a girl actually meant.

It was clear that just wearing the clothes and a bit of acting wasn't all of it. There were boys to consider, other girls, our family, and of course myself, all thrown into the mix. My dad viewed women as being somehow less than a man, almost equal, but not quite.

My mom was close to defining dity. My sister seemed eager to have a sister. And Bill, who had at first been drawn to me, had become violent.

The biggest thing though was my own intrigent attitude. Failing to grasp the fact that if I wanted to be a girl, I would have to accept everything that meant, not just the fun part. I could not envision myself doing things with a boy, the things they bragged about.

But the lure of my feminine side kept pushing that aside. Finally, the question came. I need, the doctor said, for you to tell us what it is that you want, Angela.

I can't do a thing for you unless I know exactly what it is that you want. It was like truth or dare. Jump or stay safe on solid ground.

I looked at mom who just sat there also anxious to hear what I wanted to do. If I said that I wanted to be a girl, I had no idea what either mom or the doctor would do. But if I said that I would remain a boy, well, my days in a dress would come to a screeching halt.

The dilemma was that while I was still unsure of my feminine self, I knew in my heart that I wanted to be a girl. I liked it, plain and simple, drawing myself upright on the examining table. I want to be a girl, I said quietly.

A real girl. I see. Well, okay.

I think we can manage that, but it's going to take a long time. Maybe as long as 3 years, Angela, we cannot operate until you turn 18. But I can help you with the rest if and only if both of your parents sign waiverss agreeing to this.

This is not something to be taken lightly, Angela. It's a complex, lengthy, and possibly expensive procedure. Can this expense be does it have to be paid all at once?

Mom sounded concerned. Oh, no. In fact, your medical coverage will pay for some of it, maybe even most of it.

Time is the issue here, not the money. If I started her on hormones today, it might take as long as a year for her body to completely develop. So, she would have the body of a girl her own age.

That means breasts, hips, loss of muscle mass, smooth skin, and so on. I took the shot of antibiotics, made another appointment, then mom and I left to see our dentist. My tooth was fixed, but I still looked like I had gone a few rounds with a gorilla.

My shiner only getting uglier as time went on. When we got home, mom took dad into the kitchen, telling me not to interfere. In my room, I looked in the mirror, seeing the mess I was, knowing that there was no way I was going to go to some party looking like that.

I was a mess, both physically and mentally. I had given up all rights to manhood when I said that I wanted to be a real girl. Yet, I still had lingering doubts, wondering if I said the right thing.

I undressed and went in the shower, hoping that the hot water would drive away those doubts. As I soaped up and began to wash, my hand went between my legs. The smoothness of the panty and the thin slit that defined what I had said I wanted to be felt natural.

Not just a panty, but actually part of my body. I pushed and my finger slipped up inside of the panty. Shocked at what I had done, I yanked my hand away and stood there quivering.

If I could put my finger inside of the panty, that meant that. I pushed that thought out of my mind and rinsed off, ignoring the urge to explore some more. Wrapped only in a towel, I went back in my room to get dressed just as mom knocked and walked in.

Shutting the door, she sat on the bed. I know what you said, but tell me again. I want to be a girl, Mom.

I never in a million years expected I would say that. It just happened. I know, honey.

We all know that. Your father has agreed to let you do this, Angela, but he wants to talk to you alone. So, put some clothes on and go see him.

He's on the patio. With no makeup, my hair still damp, wearing shorts and a top. I walked out to face my father.

He was sitting at the table, staring out into the yard. I sat next to him. You know how I feel about this.

You know I do not like what you're doing, don't you? But now that you've had your clothes ripped off by that kid and he saw what he thought was a girl, you have a real problem. We all do.

He also knows that he broke your nose and gave you a shiner. So if I make you give up this nonsense, how will you explain those injuries? The same injuries that Angela has.

Dad paused. Then I'm surprised that you accepted this being a girl thing so easily. I thought that you weren't like that.

I didn't either. It sort of hit me all at once. You know that I'm that I've never been never done this before.

Yes. Well, that's water under the bridge, isn't it? What I mean is I'm having a real problem letting you play dress up like this.

It's unnatural, but if I force the issue, how can you go back to being yourself without getting beaten up again? That kid will know that he was right. And look what he did already.

Is it taking a chance? I said the doctor said that she can make me into a real girl. She said it might take as long as a year, maybe more.

But but what are you telling that's what you want to do? Let the doctor change you into a girl? Yeah, I guess.

No guessing. Yes or no? Yes, I said softly, driving the last nail into my future with a bang.

All right, Dad said. Now that we have that out of the way, we'll not discuss it again. I know that this was a surprise for both of us, but now that you've made your choice, I don't want to see you wearing anything but girls clothes from now on.

No matter what, you will follow the same rules we set for Alicia, and when you start back to school, you'll go as a girl. I'll see about the paperwork, but I'll expect No, I demand that you make every effort to be as much a girl as your sister. Is that clear?

Yes, sir. Bill was fined $100 and had to do 40 hours of cleaning the highways. And his parents had to reimburse us for the medical bills while I sank even deeper into learning how to be a girl.

Alicia and I did not win the contest, placing third, which meant that we split $3,000. The doctor started me on the drugs, but not one thing happened by the time school started. Most of the kids had heard about what had happened to me, so they all accepted me as a girl, especially after my sister spread the word that Bill had actually stuck his hand in my panties.

Being around my sister was nothing like being in a school full of girls. Believe me, mom had agreed to let me dye my hair blonde before Bill attacked me. So, when I started school, I was a blonde and looked less like the old me than ever before.

I did not date at all, only going out in groups, mostly because I was still afraid. Then of course, mom decided that like all girls, I would have to use the same sanitary items she and Alicia did. That was an interesting discussion, but like always, I gave in to her demands.

I saw Bill once in a while, but he kept his distance, so we never again spoke. Towards the end of the year, my body began to change. My breast tingled, my hips began to fill out, and I was losing body hair.

In every way, I was a girl. But that didn't matter because nobody was going there but me and my doctor. Like all girls, I had to take Jim, but nobody saw anything they didn't expect.

I joined the cheerleaders, which led to my meeting Greg. Shy, I know it was all he could do just to ask me to be his date for the prom. But I accepted his offer, my first real date.

After that prom, I never again felt out of place. Alicia and I grew even closer, and my dad and I finally worked out our differences. He turned out to be a great big teddy bear, and I learned how to twist him around my finger to get what I wanted.

By the start of my final year in school, I no longer wore breast forms and had to order a new panty, one without the extra padding. I wore that one until I turned 18. I still remember every one of those traumatic events that led me to where I am today.

Yet, they all helped me become the woman I am today. I moved from being a scared little boy in a dress through every stage of fear and doubt, working hard to convince those that loved me the most that however strange it was, it was the right thing for me to do. And I experienced a beating both physically then mentally as I groped to find out if I were right or not.

It's not fun to go through life being scared, but maybe it was worth it. That same fear helped me become the confident, self- assured woman I am today. And as my father and I stand there together, I can hear the sounds of the organs starting, confident that I did the right thing.

It's time. Greg is waiting at the front of the church, a grin on his face. Maybe it's fear, possibly lust, but if it is fear, I'll help him get over it.

I'm sure that I know how to do that. That's it for today. Hope you have enjoyed it.

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