RELUCTANT PRESS

Journal Entry: October 17, 1997

This entire week has been a real learning experience. Day by day, I feel my body losing masculinity. Heck, my weenie is less than an inch long now. My balls are completely gone, and my scrotum has shriveled up to nothing. What little body hair I had has fallen out!

Poor Doc Harvey is totally mystified. When he checked me this morning, he could see the difference since last week. The lab tests from last Saturday showed abnormally low levels of male hormones. But nothing else showed up to indicate anything is wrong. So, once again he took all sorts of samples. I have no doubts the tests this week will show virtually no male hormones. Of course, by next week I should be totally sexless, like a doll. I bet Doc Harvey will be shocked!

I wonder what he'll do when my genetic tests turn up female instead of male?

Cynthia has been a real doll through all this. We're back to making out again, only this time it's like two girls. Last night she brought over an issue of PLAYGIRL and watched me squirm. Then, she began to rub me and touch me, just like I used to do to her. Did it ever feel great! Then I did her, ate her out really well. She promises to do the same for me...when I'm completely changed. I almost hate to admit I can hardly wait.

Even though I've insisted that I'm not a faggot, I kind of wonder. Never had I wanted to make out with a guy as a guy, but now I'm looking forward to becoming a lesbian. Somehow, unlike being a faggot, being a lesbian is not repulsive, but exciting!

Wearing girls lingerie is totally yummy! I never want to go back to those horrid, yucky boys things. In fact, this afternoon when we came home from the doctor, I went next door with Cynthia.

TWO LITTLE GIRLS

By JENNIFER SUE

After we made out in her bed, she begged me to let her dress me completely as a girl. Even though I was reluctant, we both knew I'd do it.

I trembled as the delightful sensations engulfed me as she dressed me. Finally, she finished and stood me before her mirror. I could hardly believe my eyes. There I stood, only I was no longer a boy, I was a girl!

I saw myself as a timid but pretty blue-eyed blonde, pony-tailed girl. The ruffled white cotton peasant blouse featured a button front and puffed elastic sleeves. The lightweight woven cotton denim prairie skirt was full and flounced at the hem with an elasticized back waist and side seam pockets. It was a simple, yet totally feminine outfit. No trace that I was...or had ever been...a boy showed.

I knew then that if I looked this good now, even before I had fully shed my masculinity, I'd be a real knock-out once my transformation was completed.

Naturally, Cynthia insisted I show our mothers how pretty I looked. Again, I meekly acquiesced.

Well, I was overwhelmed by hugs and kisses, and tears of joy from Mom. They all insisted I stay dressed as a girl while we went out for supper. Although I was reluctant, I wanted to go, so it didn't take much to convince me. Afterwards, we went shopping. Now, I have several cute dresses of my own. Right now, I'm wearing a skimpy lace baby doll nylon nightie. I love it!

Tomorrow, I'm going to spend the entire day as a girl! That's a heck of a thing for a boy to be excited about, isn't it?

Journal Entry: October 18, 1997

Today was a dream. Cynthia and I wore identical outfits that we bought yesterday. We even wore our hair in nearly identical pony tails! Cynthia is one of the cutest girls in school so I'm almost ashamed to say I looked cuter, but I did! Even she admitted it!

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