Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2016 06:35:21 +0000 From: John Edwards Subject: Forth and final chapter to Mothers New Daughter Mother's New Daughter, Chapter 4 Copyright: Aug 6, 2016 All Rights Reserved By John G. Edwards (Authors note: If you enjoy this story please let me know and if you enjoy the stories here on Nifty.Org, don't forget to donate so this and other nifty stories so they can remain here strong and viable.) Another couple of weeks have gone by and it's another couple of weeks closer to the start of school, yuck. My life this summer has turned upside down and then some since mother caught me dressed in her bra and panty-girdle and wearing her lipstick. It was one thing to do this in secret with no one else knowing, but now that mother knows, she's been making me dress as a female almost ever since. I wear skirts and blouses along with pantyhose and ballet flats most of the time. But it's when she gets me all dressed up in party clothes that I still get scared and very nervous. Oh yes, did I mention makeup, that's an everyday occurrence now. I would think that most every man would have a conniption fit if he found out I was a guy dressed up as a girl. Right now, I'm not sure if I would or not, have the same reaction if I was still a boy. At fifteen and a half I've still not had sex with anyone, just myself. I have found masturbation to be most enjoyable and do it a couple of times a day now. I do it once before I get out of bed when I wake up and once before I go to sleep. I don't know if someone else could feel the feelings I get when I get off but its one of the best parts of the day. I used to think that I used dressing up as a sort of crutch to support my sexual desires, but now... I just don't know. But as a guy in a dress I'm not sure how the sex thing will play out in my life. If I have sex with a girl she will think I'm kinky or just perverted or something worse. I don't have any feelings for other boys, or anything – at least I don't think I do. One problem I have right now is having no male clothes except for a couple of tee shirts and a pair of jeans that mother made in to a pair of severely short shorts that I would never wear as a male. My body has also changed as I now have breasts and wear a 34B bra and my bum has also taken on the female form. I finally found out why, mother has been giving me beta blockers to suppress my testosterone and having me apply an estrogen rich cream to my chest that stimulates growth both up and down stairs. From what I've found out so far, the effects are permanent. Not the most pleasant of thoughts for a male, huh? Well enough of this, I think I will go out for a bicycle ride and try and clear my head. I went to my room to change into my short-shorts and a tee shirt that will tuck-in. Luckily the two pair of panties and panty girdle I wear will hide the goods, so to speak, at least good enough that you can not tell the I'm a male. It's now kind of weird riding my men's bike dressing as I do. But hey, it's all I've got and I like that bike. I started my ride going north for a couple of miles and then decided to stop and get something to eat at a roadside stand. I ordered a hamburger and a coke and was waiting for my order when these two guys rode up on their motorcycles. Not the most wholesome of men, but very unsavory. They both had tattoos on both their arms and had beards three or four inches long plus their long scraggly hair. To say I was nervous and scared is an understatement. So as not to present them something to look at I went around to the back so I could use the restroom and sort of hide out a little. I immediately locked the door once I was safely inside. I heard the server call my name several times before I mustered up the courage to go get my food. I slowly unlocked and opened the door only to find one of the bikers waiting to go in. "Are you Andrea?" "Yes," I said with a squeak in my voice. "They've been calling your name, I think your order is ready." "Oh, thanks," I said as I walked away. The guy just grunted. I got my burger and found an empty table to sit at. The burger was pretty good, but I had stopped eating almost all meat so that I could stay thin. I found that if I ate too much red meat I would start to gain weight. The bikers sat a couple of tables over but kept looking my way and snickering. I was just about thru with lunch and had to go tinkle really bad so I dumped my trash and headed for the restroom once again. I went tinkle and washed my hands and was just about to leave when there was this knock at the door, I said "Just a minute please." When I opened the door the biker was standing there leering at me as he blocked my way with both of his tattooed arms resting on the side of the door. Now I was starting to get terrified. "Going somewhere little lady?" "Yes, home." "Well how about you and I do the dosse doe here." I blinked my eyes and didn't know what to say or do at this point. He pushed me back into the restroom and closed the door. I stumbled back and into the wall. For some reason I didn't scream like a normal girl would do and I just stood there rubbing my sore head. There was no getting away and no way out with him standing there. "You are a pretty good looking little bitch, you know that?" "If you say so." "Well you are," he said as he reached for my breasts. I tried to pull away but had no room to maneuver in. "Look, you don't want to do this, all is not what it appears." "Yeh, I bet and I also bet that you've never had sex before with a real man, have you?" "Oh god, please don't." "You don't have to be afraid, I'll be as gentle as a lamb," he said as he started pulling down his pants. This was going to be my best shot, so I kicked him as hard as I could. Unfortunately, the beta blockers had reduced my testosterone levels to zilch and what little muscle I used to have. It was a very distant shadow of what it once thought it was. He just laughed at me and pulled my head down to his groin and pushed my head towards his waiting erection. "Put it in your mouth Andrea. I promise you, you're going to love it," he said with a menacing voice. His crotch smelled like oil and piss mixed together. I opened my mouth and he stuck his dick into my mouth. Thinking I could quickly bite him he just might stop his advance. I bit down as hard as I could and found that I had bitten off a portion of his foreskin. He reared back in agony and almost fell against the door. I spit the piece of flesh out onto the floor. I didn't realize that I had his blood running down both side of my mouth. In what seemed like flash he sprang back up and punched me in the face and I went down like a sack of potatoes. Luckily I passed out because the pummeling that he gave me was pretty bad. He stomped on my crotch several times to show me who was boss here and he ripped my tee shirt off to wrap his wounded manhood with before he quickly left. So, there I was, passed out on the floor. It didn't take too long before one of the burger stand worker came rushing into the bathroom to see what all the commotion was about. All he found was me lying there in a heap. The manager called 911 and within about 10 minutes the paramedics arrived. I had just come to when the first paramedic reached me. "What happened," I said groggily. I truly didn't know where I was, but I knew that I was in pain, real pain. My crotch felt like it had the weight of the world pressing down on it and I was bleeding. "Are you hurt or in any pain?" asked the woman paramedic. It was all I could do to say "yes" before I blacked out again. The next thing I remember was the siren blaring as we made our way to the hospital. She saw the blood and quickly cut off my shorts and panties. She wasn't expecting what she found, but she made no judgment call, she just worked to stop the bleeding and get me covered up so they could put me to the hospital. On the way she called the emergency in to the hospital, "We have a male approximately 16 years of age with sever lacerations to the groin area and penis. Please have emergency staff waiting when we arrive." I was starting to grumble, "Where am I?" "You are on your way to St. Mark's Hospital. It appears that you were beaten up pretty badly and you are bleeding. I'm going to start adding some fluids until we get there," she said as she jabbed a needle into my arm. "My mother... I need to call her and tell her where I am. It's really important." "What's the number, I have a cell phone that you can call her with." I gave her the number and passed out again. She managed to call mom and tell her to meet us at St. Mark's Hospital, I would be in emergency. There wear all sorts of things going through mothers head after she received the call, but she dropped what she was doing and came straight to the hospital. She only worked a couple of blocks away and was there waiting when the ambulance arrived. "Oh my baby," she screamed. I was out so I didn't hear her and I looked like I was dead as they wheeled me in. Within a scant few minutes I was wheel into an open exam room where a doctor was waiting. Mother was in hot pursuit as the wheeled me in but was told to wait in the waiting room. The doctor started his exam by looking at my genital area first to see what had to be addressed first after he stopped the bleeding. He decided to take a few stitches to close the open wound. After suturing what was left of my poor looking penis he examined my testes. Unfortunately the diagnosis was not good. Both of my balls had been crushed beyond what he or anyone else could save. The bump on my face from getting punched was now turning black and blue but was expected to eventually go down and away after some time. "Mrs. Rollins? Asked the doctor when he went to the waiting room. "Yes, I'm Kate Rollins, how is my son? Is he going to be all right?" The doctor took her by the arm and took her to a more private are where he could talk more freely. Mrs. Rollins it appears that your son was involved in some sort of sexual debacle and he came up on the short end." "What are you talking about, sexual debacle?" "He was found in the restroom of a burger joint out north of town and had been sexually assaulted." "Oh, my god!" "He's going to survive, don't worry about that, but what I do need to talk to you about is his genitalia. During the assault his testicles were crushed beyond any reasonable though of repair and they need to be removed. His penis has been pretty much beat to a pulp, but I think we can save it for the time being." "Just what does that mean? Doctor?" "It appears that the he is going through transition from male to female by the appearance and development of his breasts, it that true? I don't mean to pry here, but I need to know so that I can save as much scrotal and penile skin as I can. I know that most doctors, including myself, do a penile inversion to create a neo-vagina." "Uh, yes, he's going through transition," she lied. "I have some forms for you do sign so I can get started right away." "Doctor, what are your qualifications?" "I studied and graduated from Johns-Hopkins and have a specialty in urology." "Oh, I see. I'm glad my son is in your hands then." "I'll be sure to take good care of him. I've done quite a few sexual reassignments. I'll give you one of my cards before André leaves the hospital. Do you have any other questions before I go?" "Will there be much scaring?" "I'll keep that to a minimum. Believe me, now if you will excuse me," the doctor said before he left for the operating room. Once there he found me awake and told me what had to be done and that he had talked to mother. "I guess this means that I will never father a child then?" "Sorry, no." A few minutes later I was under and the doctor did the deed of neutering me. When I awoke the first thing I did was reach for my balls. They were gone, Elvis had definitely left the building, so to speak. I wasn't in that much pain but I was thirsty. The ICU nurse brought me a glass of water and held my head so that I could use a straw. Ah, that tasted good. When I was finally wheeled to my room I was greeted by Lieutenant Andrews from the police department, he had a few questions for me. I recounted the story in detail and he asked several questions coming from different directions to see if he could trip me up. He also said that they had the biker in custody who assaulted me. He was here in the same hospital, only under guard. The hamburger stand had the presence of mind to install cameras in the restroom and the recordings would be used to convict the guy and put him away for a very long time. This was his third offense of sexual abuse with bodily harm. The doctor came in to see how I was doing and tell me about what to expect during my transition process. I didn't exactly understand, what transition process was he talking about? Then it dawned on me, mother! I listened with some interest and asked a few questions about the operation and heeling process. After he left I couldn't believe that I was talking about sexual reassignment with him at the age of nearly 16. I shook my head just knew that my fate had been signed sealed and delivered without consulting me. Mother, you have some explaining to do here! When mother did come in she was all over me and apologizing for what had happened and that it was her fault for leading me down the feminization path. She asked for my forgiveness. "Was this your plan all along?" I asked. "Honey, you've been dressing in my clothes since you were thirteen and this is your path." How the hell did she know that I had been doing this for so long??? I guess that what mothers do. It must be some hereditary gene or something. "You just got pushed a little harder this summer. You do enjoy being a girl, don't you?" I have to admit, I do. I don't think I could ever return to life as a boy. I had no testicles and in many states you can officially change your sex for that single reason. Now there was nothing left except the inversion of my penis and the creation of a neo-vagina. That couldn't hurt anything like getting stomped in the balls, now could it? Right after I was released from the hospital, mother found a therapist to help me through the legal and psychological requirements. You just can't go to a hospital and say you want to change sex and expect to get it done. I was going to have to live at least a year presenting as a female and learning how to cope with all the changes that I would undergo. I was sent to a endocrinologist to get myself on a more regimented hormone replacement therapy. I found that mother had been force feeding me with way too much estrogen, hence my rapid beast development, and once I got on the correct dosage I felt much better. However, my muscle mass diminished and I can barely lift 60 pounds. My therapist is really cool and he just seems to understand. He was a little concerned about mother and her behavior to sort of kick start the transition process, but also knowing she was the only family that I had tempered his decision to not get social services involved. The fact that I had come along as a willing participant also weighed in her favor. Things at school could have been better, but they are what they are and I'm learning to deal with it. Kind of like mother said, I have to face these challenges by myself and work through them one by one. I did find it much easier to make friends with other females my same age then I did with the boys. They seemed to accept me for whom I was becoming and that was a great feeling! The other guys at school could be pretty crude at times, that's for sure. But I learned that a quick wit could get me thru almost anything. If anything this whole process was making me a much stronger woman then I ever was as a man. And for that I thank all the obnoxious and rude men I have ever met in my life. I guess the male genome made me tough inside, but my emotions and temperament were redirected with all the estrogen I was taking. The school year just flew by and before I knew it, it was almost time for summer vacation. One of the girls I had befriended had become real close and we spent a lot of time together. She knew of my impending reassignment and seemed to take a keen interest in my situation. We would often go out together and have a good time, her name was Jean-Marie. One night we were cruising around in her car and we stopped near lover's lane and parked so we could talk. "Wow, it's really pretty up here at night isn't it?" "Yeh, I can see why the kids come up here," I said as Jean-Marie slid over next to me and sat really close. "I think is kind of romantic, don't you Andrea?" as she turned on the CD player and played Ravel's Bolero. Before I knew it Jean-Marie was kissing me on the neck and had one arm around me and the other creeping towards my breast so she could cop a feel. Almost instinctively I moved may arm around her and likewise reached to cop a feel. It didn't seem to take any time at all and we were kissing passionately with hands fondling each others breasts. I could tell she was wearing a push-up bra because there's a difference between the padding and the real thing, but it gave me more than a handful to gently squeeze. We must have kissed for at least 15 minutes before her hand wandered below the equator only to find my panty-girdle and two pairs of panties inside along with my pantyhose. "Do you have to wear all that?" she asked quietly. "It's how I keep the dragon leashed, you know." "I want to see your dragon, Andrea, and I want to see it now!" "Are you sure, it's not very pretty." "And why not?" I sort of recounted my assault to her, but that made the mystery even deeper for her of what the dragon looked like. It didn't seem as though she was going to take no for an answer. So, I pulled down my girdle, panty hose, and two pairs of panties to expose myself to her. The moon light was just bright enough for her to see my mangled manhood in all its glory, so to speak. "Oh, I'm so sorry for you Andrea, I really am. I had no idea. Does it hurt, or anything?" "No, the physical pain went away months ago." "And the psychological pain?" I looked away and said, "That pain still haunts me every time I think about it. I'm afraid it will always be there. The whole assault was pretty traumatic. It has led me, more or less, down the path I am on." "Can you get an erection?" Sort of, it just takes a long time to get it pumped up and ready for action, if you know what I mean." "I can only imagine. Have you ever had sex?" I turned the brightest shade of red you ever saw, "No, not really. I do masturbate though." Jean-Marie leaned down a put the dragon into her mouth and just held it there for a minute, then she started sucking it and bobbing her head up and down holding it in one hand and sliding it up and down in unison. It took a while, but the little fellow woke up as if from a long slumber and stood erect. Jean-Marie looked up at me and said, "Do you want to have sex with me Andrea?" all I could do was nod my head in the affirmative. I pulled my panty-hose the rest of the way off and we both climbed over the seat to the back. There we petted each other for a few minute and then Jean-Marie guided me into her waiting vagina. Within seconds, I was in and making love to her. It was quite different then using my vibrator. The act was more physical than mechanical in a way. Her arms were wrapped around me and she held me tight. After several minutes we both came to an extraordinary conclusion. It was beautiful is all I can say. We finished and kissed each other passionately. It was nearly midnight before I got home and mother was waiting for me at the door. She looked at me and took a whiff, "Sex, I smell sex. Did you enjoy yourself?" I didn't know if she was pissed, or what, but I answered, "Yes I did, very much." "I'm glad you got your cherry popped. I'm also glad I don't have to worry about you getting her pregnant, huh?" she laughed. "Come on and get cleaned up and get to bed." My summer came and went all too quickly and now it was nearly time for my surgery. I'm so excited I just can't sleep at night. My therapist has signed off on all my papers and had given me clearance to transition. If you would have asked me if I thought I would ever do this a little over a year ago, I would have thought you were nuts for asking, but here I am. A week later I had finished donated enough blood for the operation and I had all my documentation ready and waiting to take to DMV and the court to get my sex changed from MALE to FEMALE. Now that the big day had come, it was almost anticlimactic in a way because I wasn't nervous or anything. I just wanted to get it over with so I could continue living my life as a female. My operation was a complete and total success. The doctor says that I should be able to try out my new plumbing in the next 4-5 months and I can't wait. Now I just have to find that special man to bed me for the first time. As a follow up to my sexual reassignment, I will go in for some facial feminization and get a trachea shave to remove my Adam's apple and from there I'm off to a bright and wonderful future.