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“Tell me that you are going to wear this brassiere. Ask me nicely for it, and sound like you mean it!” “Please. . . Mom. . . uh, can I wear it?” “Oh, no! I told you to tell me that you want to wear your lovely brassiere. Tell me that you want to put it on. Promise me that you won’t take it off, either. I want to hear some enthusiasm here.” I squeezed out the terrible words. It was eerie hearing my own voice begging to be allowed to wear the ghastly thing and promising to do so. Mother was only...

“Tell me that you are going to wear this brassiere. Ask me nicely for it, and sound like you mean it!” “Please. . . Mom. . . uh, can I wear it?” “Oh, no! I told you to tell me that you want to wear your lovely brassiere. Tell me that you want to put it on. Promise me that you won’t take it off, either. I want to hear some enthusiasm here.” I squeezed out the terrible words. It was eerie hearing my own voice begging to be allowed to wear the ghastly thing and promising to do so. Mother was only...

I loved her so much that I even asked White Beaver if the parson would come and say the words to make me and Moon Owl married to each other. He started to laugh, but then stopped. “I’m right sorry to have to say this, Singing Sparrow,” he said, “but no parson would ever do that.” I did not understand. “Why not?” I asked. “Well, it’s because you and Moon Owl are both male gals. The parsons have a book that they say has everything in it that the Great Spirit ever said, and if it ain’t in there,...

I loved her so much that I even asked White Beaver if the parson would come and say the words to make me and Moon Owl married to each other. He started to laugh, but then stopped. “I’m right sorry to have to say this, Singing Sparrow,” he said, “but no parson would ever do that.” I did not understand. “Why not?” I asked. “Well, it’s because you and Moon Owl are both male gals. The parsons have a book that they say has everything in it that the Great Spirit ever said, and if it ain’t in there,...

From To Fit the Crime “First, I’ll take a sample of blood to analyze your own DNA and tailor it to the new, female form. That will be injected back into you along with special proteins which will turn off your male genes and allow the new ones to work. These will slowly change your body, first each cell, then all your organs until, in about a year, you will be totally female. It will not hurt though at times the changes will make you feel very uncomfortable. In the space of that year you will...

From To Fit the Crime “First, I’ll take a sample of blood to analyze your own DNA and tailor it to the new, female form. That will be injected back into you along with special proteins which will turn off your male genes and allow the new ones to work. These will slowly change your body, first each cell, then all your organs until, in about a year, you will be totally female. It will not hurt though at times the changes will make you feel very uncomfortable. In the space of that year you will...

I should probably tell you why I’m in the hospital. A little more than a week ago, on Saturday, I woke up here to discover that the afternoon before I’d had a sex-change operation. I was really groggy at first and couldn’t tell if it was a dream or what. Pretty soon I started feeling the pain. Then Dr. Vidal, that motherfucker Louis, came by and asked me how I was doing. That was when I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. I tried to scream at him but my throat was so dry that nothing came out. I felt...

I should probably tell you why I’m in the hospital. A little more than a week ago, on Saturday, I woke up here to discover that the afternoon before I’d had a sex-change operation. I was really groggy at first and couldn’t tell if it was a dream or what. Pretty soon I started feeling the pain. Then Dr. Vidal, that motherfucker Louis, came by and asked me how I was doing. That was when I knew it wasn’t a nightmare. I tried to scream at him but my throat was so dry that nothing came out. I felt...

‘‘Now all we have to do is decide what kind of girl you’re going to be.’’ Leslie gestured to us all to sit round the table where she had a pad and pen waiting. ‘‘We’re going to play a game. It’s a game to describe our girl.’’ ‘‘She’ll not be pretty.’’ I shook my head and sat as I could see that nothing would deter them. ‘‘Part one is to describe all the processes he’ll have to go through.’’ Leslie handed out sheets to Susie and Shelley. ‘‘There’s no limits; let your imagination be as free as...

‘‘Now all we have to do is decide what kind of girl you’re going to be.’’ Leslie gestured to us all to sit round the table where she had a pad and pen waiting. ‘‘We’re going to play a game. It’s a game to describe our girl.’’ ‘‘She’ll not be pretty.’’ I shook my head and sat as I could see that nothing would deter them. ‘‘Part one is to describe all the processes he’ll have to go through.’’ Leslie handed out sheets to Susie and Shelley. ‘‘There’s no limits; let your imagination be as free as...

Patricia and Pamela held my shoulders while Aunt Lucille rolled up my pant legs and fitted sheer nylon anklets onto my feet. I had just arrived and been announced by the maid. My lady relatives were waiting for me. I was pounced upon rather unceremoniously, parked in a chair in the study where they were congregated waiting for me, and my penance began. Aunt Lucille opened a shoe box, folded back the tissue and lifted out a fuchsia-colored pump of slipper satin and showed it to me. It was...

Patricia and Pamela held my shoulders while Aunt Lucille rolled up my pant legs and fitted sheer nylon anklets onto my feet. I had just arrived and been announced by the maid. My lady relatives were waiting for me. I was pounced upon rather unceremoniously, parked in a chair in the study where they were congregated waiting for me, and my penance began. Aunt Lucille opened a shoe box, folded back the tissue and lifted out a fuchsia-colored pump of slipper satin and showed it to me. It was...