Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2011 00:53:33 -0500 (EST)
From: Fiersign144@aol.com
Subject: My lab mistake Part 1

I have always wished to get rich quick, not to be rich but to be free from
society's grind, free to explore my inner ideas and hobbies and not to work
for  payday. I stumbled on a formula in Mexico, from a Bruja (witch) which
supposedly  grew hair. Knowing the adult male population as I did, I assumed
a hair re  growth cream would dwarf the sales of viagra. Now I am not nieve
and was very  skeptical of the Bruja's claims, however being an dreamer, I
bought a years  supply to take home to test and experiment with. I enjoyed
my vacation  and  returned to the grind of lab work testing, failing testing,
failing, then off to  my small apartment to recoup for the next day. About
a week after my return, I  finished unpacking and found the cream I had
bought. On a whim I decided to test  the cream on the small balding spot in the
back of my hair, the sand trap I  called it. I left the cream open on my
sink and each day morning and night, I  rubbed some on my scalp. My
expectations were low but always the optimist, I  continued the treatments.
    It must have been six weeks later, I woke up and  felt a tenderness in
my chest. I brushed it off, but it made me more self  aware, so I decided to
take a mirror and give my sand trap a good review. Much  to my surprise, I
was stunned to see my hair filling in, in the bare spot. I was  cautiously
optimistic but took a jar of the cream to work to test after hours on  my own
time. I also shot a few pictures of my head, for comparison later. For
several days I forgot I had the cream in my backpack, and each day I awoke with
 definite sensitivity in my chest area. I looked in the mirror and noticed
no  problems like swelling or redness, however my nipples looked enlarged
and pinker  than usual. I made a mental note to set an annual physical
appointment with my  doctor.
    I think it was about two weeks after my photo  session that I picked up
the mirror again and was now sure, my scalp was  disappearing and hair was
covering it gradually. I took a couple more pictures  and  made a note to
compare them tonight after work. At work my mind began  to wander and I was
thinking what if this cream really works? Man am I on easy  street.   I
dismissed it but still reminded myself to check the  ingredients tonight after
work Several times during the day, I found myself  rubbing my chest gently,
because it was so sensitive, I can't put my finger on  it but my nipples felt
different.  After many hours of tedious work, I  forced myself to examine the
cream, ingredients,additives, propellants and so  on. There were no labels
on the jar, since the Bruja was making it in her back  room, so I ran a test
to find out what all it contained. This took several  nights, of late night
work, meanwhile my nipples got more tender, actually  causing me to wear a
cotton t-shirt to keep from irritating them. I can't be  sure but it seemed
that my breast were somewhat larger as well, not much but  enough to be
caused by swelling.
    Saturday night I was lying in bed, watching an R rated  movie and when
the sex scene came on, I found myself touching my breast and  caressing my
nipples, and feeling some great deal of pleasure in the process.  Oddly my
penis was flaccid, but my nipples were like little receptors to my  brain. I
was still un aroused down below, when I felt a warm liquid on my  thighs. I
had an ejection with no hard on. This was very strange, but not at all
unpleasant. I got a little startled by this and jumped up and got the hair
pictures for comparison. This was the only explanation, I was not changing
anything else in my life yet my nipples were without a doubt very sensitive and
my hair in the pictures was definitely growing in. I got in the car and
headed  to the lab. I had to find some answers. At four am I was tired and
exhausted and  still could not identify any ingredients in the cream. I made up
my mind as a  scientist to try the cream in other areas to find the results.
I now knew,  results happened in four to six weeks, so I began a journal. I
picked a spot on  my leg, a spot on my chest and a spot on my back, that I
could reach. I  continued with the sand trap applications. Then on a whim, I
covered my  genitals, figuring if I grew more hair there, who would know and
I could always  stop and trim it.
    I was dying to tell someone about my discovery, I  had some friends but
none so close I could trust with such a discovery also had  become somewhat
aware that my breast continued to swell and it made me  uncomfortable in
public. In private, I found them quite arousing, I suddenly  found more
pleasure in my breast than in my penis. This was unusual however so  pleasant that
I decided to roll with it for now.
    Six weeks later, I began an analysis of the test.  My breast were the
most disturbing. they had grown significantly, I actually had  small woman
type breast, with large pink nipples. My back showed no hair at all,  in fact
the small amount I had there seemed to have dissolved. The same with my
leg. My chest hair had vanished as well and my genitals were denuded and seemed
 slightly smaller. I was in a quandary, it grew hair on my head and stopped
 growth elsewhere. My breast were enlarged and my penis shrunken. What did
I have  here? How could I tame this formula to suit my purpose? I decided
since there  were few side effects, to double the applications and wait six
more weeks for  results.
    During this period, I found myself purchasing silk  garments to protect
the sensitivity in my nipples, and I decided that since I  was in the
ladies department anyway, I would get some satin panties to wear,  since my
cotton whities seemed to be irritating me. After all no one but me knew  what was
happening under my street cloths.  During this six weeks, I had to  cut the
back of my hair several times as the growth was spectacular.
I now knew this cream worked on hair, at least on head hair but what other
side effects were involved? My experiment continued. I now wore silk
camisoles  under my shirt, to keep me from chaffing, satin panties to make my
smaller penis  feel more comfortable and less irritated and since I discovered
lingerie, I  bought silk stockings because with the bare skin on my leg they
felt wonderful.  I had of late begun shaving my legs to make them all even.
All this feminine  attire made ma a little nervous, I began to wonder what
was happening, however  it suited my new purposes and made me feel terrific,
so I decided to roll with  it.
I now had six pairs of stockings and twelve panties and twelve camisoles.
My breast had grown at an alarming rate as I increased the treatments, I was
in  the back of my mind thinking of a sports bra to hide the bulge in my
shirt, but  opted for loose shirts and over shirts.
    Magic marker denoted the test areas, the rest of my  body was now
shaved as it felt weird to have hair here and there and none other  places. My
main concern with the results so far were the changes to my genitals,  I
seemed to be losing my male organ and such at an alarming pace. The good thing
was as I had naughty thoughts, my penis still discharged seamen as usual,
however it remained flaccid. I made the decision to keep on the program as
long  as it was giving me new results, I even decided to add cream to the rest
of my  head, why not have a high school head of hair while I experimented.
    My new cream was now an obsession, I found myself  distracted at work
and cheating the company by experimenting on their time to  try and decipher
the formula the Bruja had made up. I began spending less and  less company
time on their projects and more and more on mine. My breast were  becoming an
issue, they subtly got in the way in the lab, my stockings felt so  good
against my bare legs, I found myself getting aroused at random times and
wanting the touch of another human.
    My boss called me in the office and asked me to  explain my lack of
productivity, I guess I should have seen this coming. I made  some excuses, but
in the end he told me to use up my vacation and annual leave  to get my act
together. This was not a subtle nudge but a command, so I went on  paid
leave for seven weeks was in a mess in my mind, all the changes to my body
felt so right yet society made me feel so wrong. I went home and opened a
bottle  of red wine and ended up drinking the whole bottle. I found myself
feeling  myself up. my breast were so sensitive and so nicely shaped, my legs so
sexy  with the silk against flesh, my chest now clean of hair was so
sensitive against  everything. I shot three loads that night out of the tiny organ
that had been my  average sized penis. Right then I was so awake and so
alive, I decided to try  and experiment. I got on the Internet and found a web
site that catered to men  who wish to be women. I ordered up a wig, not that I
needed it now so mush as it  made me feel invisible, several dresses, some
under garments, some jewelry and  some shoes, a couple purses and a
beginners cosmetic kit, guaranteed to have  anything I needed to transform myself
into a woman.  That night I decided  to triple the treatments and score the
results. I went to bed, covered from head  to toe in my special cream. I
dreamt of silk and satin and felt I was beginning  to understand the feminine
mystique.
    I spent hours on the computer waiting for my attire  to arrive, I
researched she males, transvestites and gay men and found myself  with little
connection to any of them. I just felt more and more like a woman  each day. I
had a deep down desire to live as a woman, to dress and act as one.  With
the new treatments, my penis and balls shrunk to almost nothing and I
researched hormone therapy and transition.  The Internet is amazing, with a  couple
questions, I was able to order hormones to help me transition. I did not
need much as my breast were now more feminine than masculine, my skin was
soft  and my hair was thick and full .I found myself living in panties and some
new  bras I had purchased, my breast were becoming so obvious, I wanted to
restrain  them or keep them where they were or maybe to feel satin against
them. While I  waited for my package to arrive, I went to a lingerie shop and
under the  pretense of buying for my girlfriend, purchased silk pajama's, a
couple  bustiers, some very nice matching bras and panties and a couple
satin slips and  a couple half slips and even a garter belt. In my life I never
felt so free  until now.
    When my package finally arrived, I tried it all on,  one item at a
time, and found myself in a state of arousal such as I had never  known. My wig
was perfect, short and sassy and blonde, my two dresses were cute  and my
legs did not;look half bad with the heals on. I tried the accessories and
found two combinations that worked and looked quite feminine. Ok now I was
equipped and sexy, what do I do? Do I dare go out like this? Do I call an
agency  and order a call girl, who will come in and compliment me regardless of
how I  look? Go to a gay bar and face the challenge of men laughing at me?
I opened the web and searched transsexual bars and cross dresser bars .I
decided after a lot of research to try a gay bar that catered to cross
dressers  on Thursday nights. I had a day to perfect my makeup application, crap I
forgot  about nails, all women have nice painted nails. I used the yellow
pages to find  a Korean nail salon, way across town from my house. I was a
nervous wreck when I  walked in, what would they think, would they laugh me
out of there? My fears  were calmed as I asked for a mani/peti and as they
worked on me, the girl  loosened up, maybe noticing my breast but asked me if I
would like longer nails,  maybe a french manicure. She described a french
manicure and said all she would  so is extend my nails and make them look
very rich and delicate. It was obvious  was not her first cross dresser, so I
agreed and got the works. I was a little  overanxious leaving the shop,
afraid I would meet someone I knew or someone  would notice my beautiful nails. I
was in luck and made it home for more  practice putting on makeup. I had to
pluck my eyebrows and stick an eyelash  brush in my eye a few times but I
did get the hang of it. I have to say, that  after I was finished, and had on
my wig, I was not that bad looking. In the dim  light of a bar, I could
almost pass.
    Thursday morning and this was d-day, I tried on  makeup three times and
took it off, I tried on my outfits several times and  found myself worried
and under confident. Finally I mustered my courage and  called a cab. It was
around 11pm and I got in and handed him and address, he  tried to chit chat
but I remained aloof, afraid my voice would betray me. I gave  him $30.00
as I got out and straightened my dress as I approached the door. I  felt like
I might vomit, my stomach was in knots. I finally
 opened the door and the man with a small cash box looked at me and  said
welcome, we don't charge the ladies. He gave me a warm welcoming smile and  I
went in.
The lights were dim, the music loud. I stopped and let my eyes get
accustomed, then saw the layout. There was a long bar at the front, all the
stools were full, a nice sized dance floor and several tables that would seat
four to six around the edges. The place smelled of stale beer but the crowd was
 so far ignoring me, which I found to be a good thing. I chose a seat at
the far  end of the bar, separated by a stool from the next patron which
happened to be a  man. He nodded at me politely as I sat and ordered a
cosmopolitan, why I have no  idea, I just remember women of class ordering
Cosmo's in the movies, so it  slipped out.
For what seemed like eternity the music pulsed and the people danced and
everyone seemed to be unaware I was there. This was both a good feeling and a
bad feeling.