Hormonal transformations of history. The transformation of men into women. Sex-change operation. Rising transgender star from Canada

So there will be changes in the class - there should be more girls than boys, this is a strict order of the Ministry of Education. It's too late to reform the classes, we'll turn boys into girls.

No one has the right to leave today after the levels! Today there will be very big changes in the class. It is necessary to identify those two boys who did not pass the natural boyish selection and from which it is easiest to make girls. These boys are usually in every class. They are intimidated, indecisive, everywhere away from the company - typical "white crows".

The teacher finally read very loudly the names of these two boys. These boys immediately blushed and froze in shock.

Immediately, by decree of the ministry, Sergei Popov and Yuri Afanasiev should change their clothes to women's, because they are no longer listed as boys, and from now on they can be considered girls.

The class was also in a state of shock.

Quickly to the director's office! You need to get changed ASAP!

The boys were taken literally by the hands, as they resisted very much and tears flowed down their eyes.

All girls should not touch these boys and offend them, you should also try to accept them into your female circle of friends and provide them with attention. Boys should treat them like girls and understand that they will now become the weaker sex.

These boys in the director's office were made up with cosmetics for a very long time, forcing them to first get rid of all their old clothes and dressed in women's uniforms. Then the boys went up to their classroom on the second floor, no longer like themselves.

Meet this is Julia, and this is Masha. - said the teacher.

From now on and forever Julia and Masha will be girls.

Come quickly to the board! Let everyone say loudly: "I accept the fact that I am no longer a boy, let everyone know and treat me like a girl!"

One boy came out, the other was crying a lot and he was taken out by the hands of his classmates. Each of them said this phrase.

The whole class applauded at the command of the teacher. Then, at her own command, the whole class loudly said in chorus: "Hurrah!".

Nothing could be done against the fact that a restructuring was started in the class. Two boys fell under this perestroika. Unfortunately for them, they will never be boys again, because a week after they were declared girls, they went to the hospital for an operation where they replaced their male genital organs with female ones. They were also prescribed pills, with the help of which these boys will soon grow girlish breasts.

The mothers of these boys did not dare to protest against the order of the school and resigned themselves, dropping their hands.

"Girls can make anyone!" - such an announcement was hung at the school, written in very large letters. It is intended as a warning to all students without exception. Indeed, according to the decree, it is necessary to make girls not only "white crows", but also those who violate school discipline, hooligans and study poorly. A general reduction in the number of boys began - in every class, in every school, at least two boys fell under this reduction. Now girls were made not only at birth, but also during their lifetime.

"It's good for everyone to study, otherwise! .."

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Eva Lemge was born in 1961Worked as a teacher, chief accountant. Now he heads his own company. Lives in Moscow. Enjoys writing stories.
This is her first post.

EVA LEMGE

Pigalitsa

Hello guys! Hello Vovka! Oh, Andryukha! Long time no see! Hi Hi! Who is playing today? It's good that I looked here today. I love this sports bar. And you can watch a sports program, and with good people chat. Kat, me, a couple of beers, dryers, shrimp there, in general, as usual.
Don't look at me like that guys! Well, no teeth. And the bruise hasn't gone away yet. Yes, stop laughing something, in the end. I don't see anything funny. Well, fingal. Well, a hole in the mouth. So what? You might think that the handsome men themselves are written. Have you looked in the mirror for a long time? By the way, you also have something to do with this. Why? So, I'm telling you. Remember that evening when Spartak played? Well, yes, three days ago. And that goat that argued with us, remember? Yep, great. So you all fled, and I stayed with this freak. If I see it, I'll kill it on the spot, honestly. He, this goat, may have broken my whole life. I lost a man because of him. How? Here listen.
That evening, you all fled, and he, I, and even a couple of guys who were unfamiliar remained in the bar. And then I didn’t want to go home like that: again, after all, my mother would start to nag that she had come late, that she smelled of beer. I'm sitting. So we drank a couple of mugs of beer with him. Then another circle. Good! The mood has risen, I wanted to live on. Then he ran to the tent. We slowly poured vodka into the beer. The brush was good. Didn't really get involved. Yes, for the mood. Came out in an embrace, straight friends, nowhere better. And then he suddenly like trample on me. I say man, what are you? We just drank with you. What are you, flashed? And he rushes and rushes. In general, word for word, we fought. And then he hits me! I'm a calm guy. I don't like to fight, but then I felt so offended. Oh, you infection, I think, how to eat vodka for my grandmother, so you are a friend. And as soon as the vodka is over, so you look like a greyhound, a bastard. And, of course, I gave him back.
In general, we waved a little. And here is the whistle. Well, that's all, I think, if the cops notice me now, then write wasted. My mother, for sure, will live out of the world. The cops will take all the last money, and most likely I won’t get to work tomorrow. Then the boss will definitely kick me out of work. He pestered me last time: what, he says, Denis, what are you thinking about? Here you graduated from the institute well, but you burn your life, you work play-play. I'll kick you out, though it's a pity. I won’t see what the head cooks well, And when will you take up your mind ...
That's why, of course, as soon as I heard this whistle, I pulled into the alley. It’s good that I know this area by heart, I spent all my childhood here. My grandmother lives near me. That's why I stuck to this bar - anyway, I go to my grandmother almost every evening. She is already quite old, she does not leave the house. And I'll bring her food, then something else.
In short, I broke away from the cops, ran away. I’m walking, already calmly, to the subway, and it seemed to me: blood was flowing down my face. He ran his hand over his chin - oh wow! All face covered in blood! At that moment, I didn’t even feel any pain, only anger. Here, I think, we sat, got sick. I walk on, feeling my face. There is no tooth. The lip is broken. It hurts under the eye. Exactly, there will be a bruise. I physically feel it pouring. I go and think: “It’s good that the time is late: there is no one to scare. There are no people on the streets, and I hope that there will be few in the subway too.” And so it happened. The old woman at the turnstiles in the subway didn't even look at me, and the cars are just empty. It's already night.
In short, I wake up in the morning - my head hurts, my lip is swollen, my left eye is almost swollen. This goat hit me hard anyway. But one thing reassures - that he, too, got no less than mine. The entire left side of the face is swollen, swollen and twitching in pain. But if you turn to the mirror with your right side to the mirror, you can’t see anything. Okay, I think I'll go to work. I will turn my right side to the boss. Or maybe you'll be lucky and it won't be there today - it happens sometimes with us. I didn’t shave: it hurt, although the stubble grew back great. And so he came out of the bathroom: on the one hand, a decent young man, only slightly unshaven, and on the other, an alcoholic, a tramp, but what is there to be modest - just a bandit from the main road. When my mother saw me, she immediately began to lament. And almost out loud. And you know what's weird? She didn’t feel sorry for my lip and not a knocked-out tooth, but more and more lamented about what kind of unlucky son she had. I that is. I say: stop screaming mother, tired of worse than bitter radish. And she goes on and on about the same topic - and how unhappy she is, and why she is so punished, and if only I got married as soon as possible and maybe I would settle down then, and her heart would calm down. Got me from all sides. I barked at my mother so as not to pester, dressed on hastily- and out the door. You don't even want to have breakfast in this environment. I just want to send everyone to hell, so that no one touches, yells, or pesters. And so the head is cast iron. No mood, and the day has just begun.
I ran out the door and thought: where to go? It seems early to work, and you don’t want to get behind the wheel with such a fumes. But - where to go? I got into my car, I think, I’ll drive for about twenty minutes, get better, and go slowly to work. He lowered the glasses for his part, threw the Orbit into his mouth and drove off. I drove two circles around our microdistrict, and just about to leave for the avenue, I look - some girl is standing on the side of the road. Vote.
In the old house, before our Khrushchev house had been demolished yet, I knew all the girls and guys in the area. Both older and younger. There were three of our schools next to each other - English, mathematics and ordinary - so we all hung out together. We've only lived in this area for about a year. Basically, I don't know anyone here. Looked closely - some kind of pigalitsa. The usual one. Years eighteen. Short haircut, tight jeans, sneakers, T-shirt on top. Not a T-shirt, not a shirt, but a T-shirt. I wore these in third grade. You know, white, like noodles. Well, I stopped, I don’t even know why, - you see, my Kindergarten remembered. Without turning the left side of his face to her, he nodded. Sit down please. She sat down. And so in a businesslike way. Slightly cheeky. Like I'm some kind of cabbie for her. She sat down, stretched out her legs, and only then said: “Would you like to get to the subway?” I nodded again. He glanced at her slightly. And the head is full of something else. I would like to have breakfast somewhere. Yes, I still have to talk with the boss. He looked at his watch - my God, my God! And time is short. Now it's definitely not time for food. Just to get to work on time. Well, I drove. Cut off a couple of cars. They let me signal. Okay guys, be patient. If I get kicked out of work, I have no idea what to do. Of course, I will find something, but I feel sorry for my mother. And you have to live on something. Yes, and I don’t have a spear for my soul. No matter how much I earn, I spend everything: I’ll buy a new computer with bells and whistles, then I’ll give it to my mother, then I’ll make a present for my grandmother - she alone understands me.
In short, I rush along the road, I overtake cars on the right, then on the left, I slip on yellow ... I’m flying, in short, and out of the corner of my eye I see: my girl has pressed into the seat, all tensed up. And she twitches her nose: she must have smelled the fume - most likely the orbit has ended. But I have no time to watch her: I look at the road. It's not part of my plans to break into a cake. And then this pigalka suddenly still under the arm and says: "But I have no money."
Here's the fool. She probably thinks I put her in jail for the money. Of course, who would ever think that I, a twenty-six-year-old blockhead, was swept up by kindergarten nostalgia. Her shirt reminded me of my happiest years. Then my parents were not divorced, and my grandmother was healthy, and everyone loved me. And then I wore exactly the same T-shirts, and they smelled like childhood - a hot iron.
So, she says, she has no money, but I don’t care. I nodded, and I myself think how I would not get stuck in traffic jams on the highway. And then I remembered one way. The road is not the road. Just some kind of donkey trail, two cars will not disperse. She winds along the garages, runs through the woods, but jumps out almost to the center, and cuts off a huge piece. I went and turned on her. He turned sharply, boldly - and again cut off some peasant. He followed me only and managed to signal. But he did not catch up. How can he catch up with me, if I always took the first places in the institute races.
True, this road, on which we turned, and about which not everyone knows, is all very cluttered. All in potholes, rubbish is lying on the roadsides, there are all sorts of bottles, plus crumpled barrels and various metal junk. In a good way to ride on it - just beat the car, but in emergency cases - you can. People are not visible. Crooked trees along the roadsides, but stray dogs. And it is also narrow, one-sided, which is why I drive on it under a hundred. I only pray that no one gets caught. And then we get up, rest against each other. Then everyone, goodbye work.
And suddenly I hear such a thin voice, plaintive: “Oh, uncle, let me go, please. I won't do that again."
I turn my head and see that my pigalitsa is completely pressed into the seat. She huddled, clutching her purse to her chest. She clenched her fists like toys in a cramp. And his eyes were as big as saucers. Half face. Blue-blue. Just unrealistically huge, and unrealistically blue. And on dark skin, the faces look generally awesome. And then only I notice that the girl is a beauty. That is, now, with these thin shoulders, a stubby haircut - just an ugly duckling, but in about five years it will be hoo! And then it suddenly became so funny to me: well, what an “uncle” I am to her! Of course, since she was seventeen or eighteen years old, I am a grown man. But "uncle"! I was only twenty-six this spring. Uncle! I almost choked with laughter. He turned to face her and suddenly saw a sea of ​​horror in her eyes. It really kind of sparkled in her eyes. I have never seen such a thing - that a person had such eyes from fear.
And then I remembered everything - about the knocked out tooth, and about the swollen eye, and about the cut lip. And about the stubble on their cheeks. And she grows a whole centimeter in a day. Black and blue. And I saw myself from the outside. Estimate? God's fear! A man, all in bristles, swollen after drinking, reeks of fumes, his eye is swollen, there is a bruise under his eye, there is no tooth. Nightmare! In general, as I understood it, as I saw that this girl was really afraid, it became even funnier for me. Well, I think I'll play a prank on you now, baby. Without a penny in your pocket, but impudent. It's not the first time you've been riding like this. It would be nice to have more money in your pocket. Think next time before you catch a wheelbarrow.
And this little one, from fear, is already barely babbling:
- Uncle. Let me go, I'll never do this again! - And the door handle itself derg-derg.
Well, I think, God forbid, still fall out onto the side of the road. With such a fragile structure, you can’t collect bones.
- Are you sure you won't? - I moved my eyebrows and specifically ask so menacingly. And I myself am already wheezing with laughter and suffocating, but I try to keep an angry face: - What are you, girl, catching a car without money? And how will you pay? in kind?
And she’s already trembling all over with fear, froze like a mummy, her eyes goggled at me and only squeaks:
- I'll never do that again! Uncle! Oh please! Well, let me go!
And I have already begun to have convulsions from laughter. I’m shaking all over, tears are rolling from my eyes, a wheezing is escaping from my throat, and I want to explain to her already, and reassure this fool that I’m not a rapist, and I turned onto this road to get there faster, and that yesterday I had some kind of tooth knocked out by an idiot. But in fact, I'm not a fighter, and not a drunkard, but a normal guy, I graduated from the institute with honors, and I don't need her money. But instead of words, some kind of growl is obtained.
Here you are all laughing. Imagine what it was like for me then. Then we jumped out onto a normal road, I slowed down. And I wave my hand to her - come on, they say, go. I couldn't speak from laughing. And you don't even need to persuade her. She blew so hard that the trail vanished in an instant. In general, I wiped my tears, looked at myself again in the mirror, sighed and drove on.
Everything worked out very well for me that day. And there was no boss, and I dumped from work from lunch, and everything would be fine, guys, but now I just don’t dream about those eyes. I'm like this, and like that. And they do not go out of my head. They haunt me day and night: blue-blue, huge-huge, half-face.
And now I'm guessing. As soon as the bruise comes off and the lip heals, I'll watch for a few days at the house where I met this piglet. Suddenly she lives somewhere there. I apologize to her, and at the same time I will tell you how it all happened. Something I really want to see her again. Tight jeans, a kindergarten T-shirt and half-face eyes.

March 2005

Chronicle of one transformation

I do not want to work. I don't want to communicate with anyone. Tired. Around some freaks. Yesterday they again convened a five-minute meeting and again pestered me that I was not working well. Don't feel bad! Yes, if not for me, they would have been doing this translation for another two months. It's technical, about waterproofing basements. Boredom is deadly. Yes, even new words from a kilometer. How they bored me. I had to say that if the award is not given, I will go to hell. Let them look for another fool.
In general, they got me, my eyes just don’t look at anyone. Not colleagues, but a bunch of idiots. And also this fool, secretary Galechka, a narrow-minded and stupid aunt of about thirty-five. With a stupid sparse bangs over a sloping forehead. Which cannot connect a word at all, copies all the letters entrusted to it from the database, and not a phrase from itself! And if you tell her that you need to add something, then sheer spelling and stylistic errors. But what can I say, when she always has a small mirror on her table, in which she admires herself when no one sees. And she herself is a mymra mymra. The nose is a tiny pipette with a depressed nose bridge. Small inexpressive eyes of an indefinite color framed by a kilogram of mascara. Irregularly plucked eyebrows and crooked thin lips. I can't stand talking to her. And she breaks through all the time to communicate with me:
- Natasha, where are you dressing? she asks me as I walk past her into the office, and immediately puts on an obsequious expression on her face.
- I don’t dress at all, - I’m already being rude, - I would love to go naked, only it’s cold.
Where did you buy those shoes you wore last week?
Well, a typical female chatter from nothing to do: either she is bored, or she is stuffed into her friends.
- I won't tell you, Galechka. And then you, too, go there and buy!
In my opinion, it turned out too poisonous - "Galechka". Only this Mamzel still did not understand anything. She ate and God bless her.
- That's what you are, right?
- Yes.
God, aren't you an idiot? But what difference does it make where I bought the shoes, because it’s obvious that I don’t want to talk to her.
What about our boss?
Former, retired military. The jokes are all soldierly, flat, the smile is insincere, the look is undressing. Even ears pressed to the head cause melancholy and hatred.
- Natasha, what do you do in the evenings?
- I smoke marijuana.
- You always joke so strangely. Is it that young people have such humor now?
- No, it's the elderly who have such manners now, with living wives.
And this “elderly” is forty-five years old.
- Hee hee. Well, maybe you can find some time between your marijuana and we have dinner?
- And I, Pyotr Evgenievich, have a diet, I don’t eat after six.
Selfish to the point of being idiotic. Hear only himself. He probably thinks that all subordinates dream of sleeping with him. Or, in any case, they have no right to refuse. Yeah. How.
After all, there are some bosses who are not idiots!
And the most "song" is our second translator. Greasy pigtails climb behind the collar, a synthetic shirt so as not to iron, daily fumes in the morning and a bucket of toilet water on an unwashed body, probably for a month. Fu, crap.
And again, idiotic jokes, obscene anecdotes at lunch and impudent harassment.
- Natasha, how about a tavern today?
You might think that we only go to taverns with him. We have never gone and never will.
- Back off, Gen.
- No, it's true.
- Listen, invite Galechka, you and her are like Siamese twins - two idiots, and leave me alone, as well as all thoughts about me. Just forget everything.
- Oh, and you're a bitch, Natasha.
- Let me be a bitch, just back off.
Or maybe I'm just depressed? When I came to this job, they didn’t seem so vile to me. Ordinary people, not weighed down by a decent upbringing, not particularly brilliant with wit, not disfigured by intellect. Can I really be a bitch?
- Natasha, are you a Sagittarius? Do you know what day it is today?
- No, Gala, I don't know. - It's already six in the evening, and I'm still racking and racking my brains: what kind of day is today?
This idiot, always reads various horoscopes, always pushes everyone some unnecessary information, such as: "tomorrow is a difficult day for Aquarius", or: "Lions need to be careful when crossing the street." She simply has nothing to do, so all this useless information is rushing out of her. I'd rather read a book, by God.
- Oh, what are you. Today is your wish day! Look, this newspaper has a Japanese horoscope, and it says that those born under the constellation of Sagittarius and in the year of the Dragon, today, once in a millennium, are given the right to make a wish. Here you think of something, and you will see - it will definitely come true! True, there still need to know the time of birth, but it does not matter!
- Of course. Of course.
- In vain you do not believe. I have never seen such predictions!
- Goodbye, Gala.
And I went home.
Anyone who knows our new buildings in Moscow knows for sure how difficult it is to get to them. First you go by metro with two, three transfers. In the center, at the transitions, you barely stomp on the back of the head of others with small steps, clutching your purse and trying not to step on anyone's feet. Pray to God that you don't come too. First, it hurts. Secondly, tights can be torn. Thirdly, they can step on the back - and then goodbye shoes.
And what about the eternal grandmas with carts or aunts with heavy trunks? And nasty teenagers with nimble eyes. So it seems that now they will cut off the handbag. You take the entrance to the cars by storm. You press with your whole body on those already standing, lean on the door jambs - and here you are, finally, in the car. You stand, pressed on all sides by strangers, the reliefs of other people's bodies are pressed into you, and you become one mass with them. Unfamiliar arms, legs, backs, buttocks are pressed against you with all their might, and the aroma of your perfume mixes with the smell of cheap strawberry soap, sweat, tobacco, beer and God knows what else. And when you are finally spat out at your station, you already vaguely remind yourself of yourself. It turned out something crumpled, crumpled, disheveled and smelly. This it, and no longer me, goes and gets up at the end of a long queue for the bus. Well, if the queue behaves more or less calmly. But for the most part, you have to participate in the battle for the bus. The same, already familiar situation is repeated with the merging into the general mass with the population, and the exchange of smells. In short, as a result of the trip (and my house is the last one in the city, then only a fire tower and a forest), I fall out of the bus and look longingly at the last Rubicon - a field of mud that I still have to go through. Of course, by the middle of summer it will dry up, and it will be possible to move without fear. Thank God some kind people threw the planks. And we, the victims of passenger transport, in single file, carefully follow each other along these footbridges. Again, you can’t wear expensive shoes in such conditions. It seems as if we do not live in the capital of an almost European state, but in a remote Siberian village.
When I bought this apartment, it was simply not cheaper. And I had to quickly get away from my brother, to whom his wife brought twins. In our one-room apartment with him, inherited from our parents. Then I had some money, and I bought this hut. I wanted to take a car. But there was no alternative.
Here I am stomping to my house, positive emotions are completely absent, and suddenly I see: five or six dogs are lying on the edge of this mud field. They lie so still, curled up in a ball, the sun warms them, satisfied, happy. And I envied them. Well, I think it would be nice to be a dog. Don't give a damn about everything - money, career, boss. To lead such a homeless, dangerous life and not bother.
Okay, I think I’ll buy a couple of kilograms of sausages especially for them tomorrow, and arrange a holiday for them.
In the morning the alarm clock rang at six as usual. With half-closed eyes, yawning, I slid off the couch and dragged myself to the bathroom. Turn on the light and see yourself in the mirror! My face was covered in fur.
What's this? Not a dream, not glitches, I'm not mentally ill, it's clear that I'm real, you shouldn't even pinch your thighs or beat your head against the wall. Hands are also in wool. I slowly run my hands over my shoulders and over my head. Reddish coat on the shoulders, soft and silky. In principle, not very thick, but almost a centimeter long. I still have long black hair on my head. Only under them, red growth has already sprouted. Mechanically, I took a comb and combed my hair. Then I thought - and took off my shirt. All skin, over my super-expensive tan, was covered in fur. On the back it was thicker, on the chest quite rare. The least amount of hair was on the face. Nothing else seems to have changed.
In a stupor, I went to the kitchen, put the coffee on and sat down on the sofa. What's this? Like this? It doesn't happen! What to do? I immediately remembered Galechka, with her stupid Japanese horoscope, and my wish yesterday. My back itched unbearably and I wanted to eat. I wanted something meaty. Pulling a couple of sausages out of the fridge, I ate them without waiting for coffee. It is clear that I will not go to work. Spit. Going to the doctors is useless. To the street too. Even if I shave my face, put on a baseball cap, jeans and sneakers, then where should I go, and why? I'll wait to see what happens next.
I spent the whole day at home. Didn't answer the phone. Someone rang the doorbell - I didn't open it. I watched TV and ate. Well, when could I still afford to lie on the couch and eat all day? There is a whole day that I want, since the refrigerator was full of food. From time to time I would slide off the couch and approach the large mirror in the hallway. The hair practically did not grow, only the whole body itched slightly, and it began to seem to me that it had become thicker. At lunch, I took off my clothes and realized that not only was I not cold, but it was very pleasant to be naked. My skin, my body was not irritated either by plastic stools in the kitchen, or by the carpet in the hallway, or by the velor covering of the sofa. The only thing that bothered me was itching all over my skin. Then, on reflection, I took out a sealed bottle of whiskey, opened a bag of juice, dragged chocolates from the refrigerator half-eaten on a holiday and made myself a feast. I knew, I felt that I would never drink whiskey again. And how nice it is. After drinking almost the entire bottle, I fell asleep, easily and without dreams.
Waking up in the evening, I felt a terrible hunger, and I didn’t even want to look at the fruit. The attitude towards sausage remained the same. Very positive too. Stretched out on the couch, and feeling bliss, I turned on the TV and waited: what would happen next. By night, the coat became stiffer, the long hair on the head fell out. The nails are slightly bent and hardened. The tail has not yet been felt. It was just that the coccyx was still slightly itchy. Looking closely at myself in the mirror, I admitted aloud to myself that I was turning into a dog.
Having waited until late at night, when all normal people were already sitting at home or even sleeping, I collected leftover food around the house, dumped all the frozen meat, sausages, fish into my bag - in general, everything that I found in the refrigerator, with the exception of cheese, I left it for breakfast, and went to the mudfield.
In the dark, I didn't see them right away. They lay and slept. But when I got closer, they stood up and warily turned their heads towards me. For a while we stood and looked at each other. I looked from one to the other, peered into the eyes and thought: I wonder who you were in a past life? What do I even know about you?
After a while, there was a silent movement forward among them, and I squatted down.
"Come on, guys," I said, taking groceries out of my bag and spreading them around me. - Come, do not be afraid, I brought you something to eat.
After these words, I scattered the pieces of meat away from each other so that my future friends would not fight, and with pleasure I watched them eat for a long time. I knew that tomorrow I would be with them, and that hardly anyone would bring us food, that I would have to get food myself, as well as starve and freeze in winter, run away from dog owners, and fight for territory. And I already knew that tomorrow they would accept me into their company.
For some reason, all this phantasmagoria was perceived by me very calmly. I used to think that if something unreal happens to me, then I will just explode, throw a tantrum, kill everyone on the spot. And now for some reason I was very calm and easy.
Returning home, I ate the cheese left for breakfast, the rest of the sour cream, brewed coffee for myself one more time and, having finished my whiskey, went to bed.
I was not afraid, and pulling the blanket over my shoulders, I thought that tomorrow I could wake up in the final form of a dog. Then I got up and opened front door so that you can go outside in the morning without any problems. Otherwise, I will have to howl for a long time. And not the fact that they will immediately hear me. Then people will come, neighbors. They will break the door, but they will not let me go free, but they will take me to my brother and say:
- Your sister is missing. Such a pity, please accept my condolences. And this is her dog. Natasha closed her at home, and she howled so, so howled. Take her with you.
And Pashka will leave me at home, and he and his wife will not give me the desired freedom. They will put a collar on me, restrict my movements, feed, cherish, pity and walk in turns.
Well, I do not!
I still have things to do!
I will still have to find this creature, Galechka, and BURN!!!

Once upon a time, the Wachowski brothers, who are known as the creators of the films "The Matrix" and "Cloud Atlas", were named Lawrence (50) and Andrew (48), but who would have thought that by now these two famous men will become women! First, Lawrence Wachowski came into view - information about his transgenderness was published in various publications since the early 2000s, because at social events a man began to appear in women's clothes, introducing himself as Lana Wachowski. It turned out that the director really began to take female hormones and prepare for a sex change operation ... I must say that initially no one expected such a turn, because Lawrence has been married to his school love Thea Bloom since 1993 and is happy in his personal life. But in 2002 they divorced - Thea left her husband because of his infidelity with a transsexual and owner of a BDSM club Karin Winslow (aka dominatrix Ilsa Strix), with whom Lana later connected her life.

Lawrence, who turned into Lana, found harmony, becoming a woman

The real coming out of the Wachowskis took place only in 2012 - the man officially turned from Lawrence to Lana and thus became the first openly transgender person among the biggest Hollywood directors. In fact, it all started as a child: “When I was transferred from a regular public school, where I played mainly with girls, went in jeans and with long hair, to a Catholic school, where girls had to wear skirts, I was immediately told that I have to cut my hair. I had to somehow exist among the guys: play with them, hang out. But the matter took on a serious scale much later. For a long time, Lana could not even pronounce the words "transgender" and "transsexual", but when she finally admitted this to herself, she realized that she needed to tell her parents, brother and sisters about it. “It terrified me so much that I didn’t sleep for several days,” the director admits. Lana decided to start with her mother. She plucked up her courage and said, "I'm a transgender, I'm a girl." Lynn Wachowski was shocked by what her son said, but nevertheless accepted his decision - the same was done by father Ron, as well as brother Andy. Lana took such a desperate step for a simple reason - she hated her body and thought about death every day. In the mornings, Wachowski went swimming and only dreamed of being eaten by a shark or drowned by a boat...

In 2012, Andy, unlike his sister, was still a man, but even then he had a plan for a grand reincarnation...

Only now Lana began to live a happy and, most importantly, harmonious life: “I know many are dying of curiosity whether I have a surgically constructed vagina or not, but let it remain between me and my wife. I changed my appearance so that it is more in line with my inner world.

In 2016, Andy followed suit and turned into Lilly. A few months ago, Andy officially recognized the sex change and appeared before the public in a new look. It was not easy for him to decide on a coming out - Lilly had to reveal all the cards, because she received threats from the Western media, who intended to tell her secret themselves. “My sister Lana and I try to avoid talking to the press. In my opinion, talking about our work is a very tedious task, and talking about myself is completely humiliating. But in this situation, I understood that I would not get anywhere from a public statement. You know, when you live as a transsexual, it's very difficult to hide from others. It just took me a while to find myself. Yes, I am transgender and have changed gender.” Lilly received the support of her family, so she admitted that when there is support and money for the services of doctors, it is much easier to survive a sex change ... “Transsexuals without support, money and privileges do not have such an opportunity. Many of them do not survive. I know that in 2015 the suicide rate among transgender people was at an all-time high.”

A few months ago, Andy officially admitted that he became Lilly

After a perfect confession, Lilly is in no hurry to talk about how she lives now. It appears that the Wachowskis are still married to actress Alice Blessingame, whom he married back in 1991. In one of the interviews, Lilly admitted that she completely accepted her choice.

From Andrea to Andrea

In July 2014, Pejic came out as a transgender woman. He stated that he underwent gender reassignment procedures and asked to address him in the feminine gender and call him Andrea

I hope that openness on this issue will help make it less problematic, ”said the model in the very first interview after the incident. It turned out that Andrea had always dreamed of being a girl - as a boy, she was spinning in her mother's dress and imagined herself as a ballerina. But after the family emigrated to Australia, the brother and the boys at school made Andrei understand that it was better to hide his inclinations. Pejic tried to participate in team games and spend time like all the other boys. But he did it with difficulty. “I kept my dreams and my imagination to myself and got pretty good at being a boy. But I hid my true essence, ”Andrea recalls past feelings. For the first time, Pejic read about gender reassignment at the age of 13, when he went to the school library and surfed the Internet. To stop the hormonal changes associated with growing up, Pejic began taking puberty blockers. But the future star's plans were put on hold when, at the age of 17, he was found by a modeling agent. “It was an opportunity to see the world and get some financial stability,” Pejic explained. But then the former state of discomfort still took its toll. In 2012, Andrey made a reassessment of values. “I was proud of my gender-defying career, but my biggest dream was to live in harmony with my own body. I have to be honest with myself, and my career will have to adapt to this, ”Pejic concluded.

Now Andrea has all the signs of belonging to the female sex

A few months after the operation, Andrea wanted to release a documentary about her reincarnation. She decided to show the whole process in order to help those who are experiencing similar pain. For Pejic it was an interesting and very positive experience, despite the difficulties that had to be faced. "It's a complicated process, it's not a fairy tale," she said, adding that the operation does not solve all problems. “It's part of your body and your identity. But it's wonderful when you can live and look the way you feel after putting yourself down for so long."

Previously, Pejic appeared on the covers of magazines in both male and female images, and sometimes both at once.

After turning into a woman, Pejic was predicted to be forgotten, but she proved that she could be successful in a new body. She signed contracts with many companies and became even more in demand and popular than she was. “I was told that I would stop being special, that the fashion industry is full of pretty girls,” Pejic recalled. In one of the modeling agencies, she was bluntly told that "it is better to be an androgyne than a transwoman." However, these times have passed, and since then Andrea has even managed to get the proud title of model of the year. But despite this, Andrea believes that transgender people still have to fight for their rights, because the struggle of trans people or African Americans for their rights is different from the struggle against wars and refugee issues.

The young man Andrey had to go through many operations and procedures in order to fulfill his dream.

Rising transgender star from Canada

Experts say that another star will soon appear in the modeling business - this is still an unknown Canadian girl Siobhan Atwell (22), who recently became a woman. Siobhan realized that she wanted to be different when she was Seth in school - she always dressed the way she wanted, so she did not pay attention to negative comments. The future girl knew that someday she would get out of her small town - the province of Nova Scotia - so she had to live her life. “I was called names and it was sometimes difficult for me, but I had friends. I was luckier than other people. I was the only child in the city that was different. But I felt fine, I never felt in danger.”

Siobhan decided to become a model at the age of 15 when she watched America's Next Top Model, but her career only started two years ago, when she was still physically a man, posing in both female and male images. But last month she publicly announced that she finally decided to become a woman, realizing that she was more comfortable. "Things started to change when I thought about all this. I felt more comfortable being a woman, and began to refer to myself as 'she.'" Siobhan spent a year of check-ups and doctor visits before making a fateful decision.Thankfully, she has the support of family and friends, she also receives support from fans and hopes that her career will only develop.

Siobhan could portray any image - both male and female

Speaking of women who inspire Siobhan, she mentions Paris Hilton, as well as Canadian blogger Gigi Gorgeous, who also had a gender change. “I heard about her even before her sex change. Her positive attitude and beauty, her personality is how happy she became after her sex change…” Siobhan followed the changes of Gigi Gorgeous, and it inspired her to her own “journey”, to find herself.

Last month, Siobhan Atwell publicly announced that she had finally decided to become a woman, realizing that she was more comfortable that way.

Atwell doesn't like it when her rights are infringed upon, and states that people like her should not be labeled "transgender" at all. “I believe that we have already reached the point where the words “transsexual” and “transgender” should not be stigmatized. We should just be men and women. I love being introduced as a woman, but I'm also not going to hide the fact that I'm trans," the model said. Siobhan also advised all those who doubt their gender not to rush into a decision, but to carefully consider everything and enlist the support of loved ones. Atwell does not compare himself to his peers, because he believes that everyone has their own story, and she, too, can bring something of her own.

Atwell's reincarnation was extremely successful! Looking at her and the thought does not arise that this is a former man

“My story is that I belong to a small part of the world. Here, everything is not very possible for everyone. But I wanted something more. I have worked hard, and other people can do the same - even if you overstep the bounds. As far as transgender models are concerned, general idea everyone is similar, but they all have different backgrounds and backgrounds.” Siobhan believes that in the future, people should forget about such a category as "transgender model" - Atwell wants to be talked about as a female model. However, Siobhan does not deny that as long as such a category exists, because it will prove that transgender people can be models, they can do whatever they want and be successful. Right now, Siobhan's goal is to become a model for a major campaign. She dreams of shooting for Steven Klein, working with Givenchy or Marc Jacobs. The model feels that she is literally made for this, so she thinks positively and patiently waits in the wings.

Siwon Joins Modeling Agency State Management - She Dreams of One Day Being the Face of a Major Brand

They don't like them in Azerbaijan

The story of a transgender named Agnes Landau began in Azerbaijan and continued in Lithuania. The man, who was once called Raul Mammadli, moved to Vilnius in 2011 to study, and since then his, or rather her, life has been going on there. The fact that Raul is a girl by nature, he realized early. The boy told his mother that he liked to wear earrings, grow his hair, get tattoos. Then my mother did not understand and said that one had to be a man, but Raul could not ... “When I was 16 years old, I told my mother that I like boys. She became very uncomfortable. She even wanted to take me to the doctor…” And although Raul wanted to change sex, he was very afraid of the operation. It seemed to him that it was unnatural that a girl would never turn out of a boy. “But after I studied this issue in detail, it became clear to me that for modern medicine this is not a problem at all. The operation was successful, and it became clear to me that a lot depends on the person himself. If you take care of yourself, your nutrition and health, then everything will work out. In 2015, I also had nose and chest surgeries. And also successfully,” says Agnes.

Agnes was a guest of Riga Fashion Week last year

As for moving to Lithuania, everything turned out quite spontaneously: it was all the fault of my studies. “In 2011, I entered an Azerbaijani university, gaining 500 points. At home they were unhappy, they said that I should have scored more than 600 points. At that very time, I learned that exams were being held at the Lithuanian embassy in Baku. I had to write an essay and pass an English exam. I passed the exam with the best score and was asked to choose a university. As a result, I chose the university in Vilnius, where education was free. True, after a year I abandoned my studies, ”said Raul. At the same time, he managed to work in a beauty salon, where they were satisfied with him, then studied for a year as a cook, but then gave up on that as well. Now the ex-man earns money on television - he acts in commercials, and also works as a hairdresser, model and stylist. In 2015, Agness visited Latvia - the girl became a guest of the Riga Fashion Week and made a splash.

Landau is always smiling and positive, but she does not hide the fact that living as a transgender is very difficult, and building a family is even more difficult.

Agnes does not return to Azerbaijan - a year ago she said that the last time she was at home was in 2012 - there people who have changed their sex are treated too badly. “The last time I visited Azerbaijan was in 2012. Then I had long hair and plucked eyebrows. At home, I was advised not to go outside ... I communicate with my family from time to time. And although they do not accept my act, I am still their child, and therefore they keep in touch with me. They say they can't just leave me." Agnes dreams of building a family, and this is not easy to do even in Lithuania, so she wants to move to another country - where a sex change is accepted normally. Thanks to global changes, Landau has lost many friends, because many have betrayed her, and now it is difficult for the girl to trust people - she is afraid that she will be hurt again.

Dmitry Dibrov swore an oath to Elena Malysheva in the hospital

When I switched to the first year of university, a terrible disease was discovered in my body. I slowly withered and from me, a sports guy, only 52 kg of meat and bones remained. my mother is the owner of a chain of restaurants and my treatment was the best in Russia, we could afford it. A month ago, my mother contacted German doctors who practice a new medicine that acts almost at the genetic level and has a positive effect on the entire body and not just on the lesion. the next day the flight, an ambulance at the airport, the treatment began on the same day, I hardly remember all this under painkillers.

My head didn’t work. Opening my eyes, I habitually lay without moving, afraid to lose consciousness again, but surprisingly, I felt pretty good, only turbidity in my eyes and weakness. The mood began to rise, almost going to die all the same!

Mom, as always, burst into the ward to see me, how she lost weight, red tear-stained eyes. But only I see it, for everyone else it is a very sexy brunette: 39 years old, slender legs, firm ass, flat stomach, high breasts of the third size and a fantastically beautiful face.

Sasha, Sasha! - my mother ran up to me and carefully sat down next to me, from an overabundance of feelings, my mother was silent and did not know what to say.

Your son is on the mend, we will be discharged in a week, approximately May 23 - the doctor said with a clattering accent - I will leave you.

Yes, thank you - my mother did not even turn around, she ate me with her eyes.

We chatted about everything, the weather, Germany, restaurants, I just didn't like my mother's eyes, too scared.

What happened mom? I am on the mend, and I feel much better now than before arriving here.

Maybe then about the problems? Mom tried to smile.

Well, no, if it concerns me, then lay it out right away!

Sasha, you understand, your illness and this medicine were in conflict in the body and there were very strong changes ...

I feel my arms and legs and I can move them, there is no pain, what happened then?

Your male hormones have begun to be replaced by female ones, in simple terms, you are now a girl ... - Mom blurted out and looked at me with a mixture of pity and pain.

With weak hands, I lifted the blanket under it, I immediately saw a girl's strong breasts, not inferior in size to my mother's. I looked at my hands, there was no hair on them, the brushes became much smaller and more elegant.

I slowly put my hand under the covers and fearfully began to explore my body, absolutely smooth, tender elastic chest, a flat tummy, and then ... I did not find below my penis, a plump pussy, in which a small clitoris was hiding.

I silently stared at the ceiling.

Ma, leave me alone, please - I said with a groan.

Mom silently walked out the door, carefully closing it.

The world turned upside down... who am I now? strange girl or boy with breasts and no dick? how to continue to live? become a lesbian or will I be drawn to guys? I can't even imagine it.

looking around, I noticed a small mirror on the tembochka next to the bed. seizing it, I carefully examined my face: the features of the face softened very much, the eyes became a little larger, or is it because of the long eyelashes, I wave them like the wings of a butterfly. almond-shaped eyes of an oriental type, greenish pupils with small blue speckles, my eyes looked at me through the mirror with fear and great surprise. if I saw a look like that on the street from a girl, I would drop everything and stay to protect the lady from whatever happens.

a thin snub nose gave me a very perky look, especially the barely noticeable freckles on it. lips ... before they were not so full and juicy, opening my mouth I drove air back and forth through it, lifting and lowering my chest with all my might with small dark nipples, which in the cold of the room became very tense without the warmth of the blanket. my smooth and soft stomach was covered with goosebumps, and below, all the hair disappeared, and I looked with pain at what had become of my pride. walking my hand from the face, neck, nipples and stomach, lingering a little on the tender pubis, I boldly lowered my hand below.

full labia gently met my fingers and, agreeing with their authority, let me into the warm inside. slightly wet, the clitoris stood out from all the softness and constantly strove to get under her fingers.

Removing my hand, I turned on my side, my butt became much larger, elastic, moderately soft and very prominent. I became a girl...

after three days of tantrums, I began to calm down, a couple of days later my mother brought a bunch of underwear and I learned to put on a bra and tried to get used to the strip of thong between my buttocks. no, I categorically did not like this feeling and I settled on shorts, clasping and lifting my ass. My mother is a golden person, steadfastly withstood all my psychos and tantrums, but taught me all the girly subtleties, the period of menstruation, eyelashes, lips, underwear and much more.

finally the flight to his native country. on arrival home, we had a snack and my mother suggested going shopping, all the same, now I need a lot of clothes and we went on a trip to boutiques and shops.

in the very first store, I was terribly shy and my mother herself chose skirts, tops, tights and underwear for me.

Is this what you like? - Mom asked, holding out some airy light blue set of panties, bra and stockings.

I don’t know - I stretched out already red from embarrassment - he’s not too ... girlish?

Sasha, you measure and you will see what suits you.

under my mother's gaze, I sighed and, grabbing the ill-fated set, went to the dressing room. there I completely undressed and clumsily began to pull on light blue striped stockings. I must admit that they looked very cute and nicely fitted the skin. when I was pulling on the second stocking, groaning, the curtain moved aside and there appeared a seller with a pile of various underwear and clothes

Here, measure this and this, it will suit your figure very well.

I didn’t immediately realize that I was standing naked in some stockings in front of a young guy, blushed terribly and covered my hands in which I held the panties of their stomach.

the seller laid out the clothes and greedily devoured my boobs and thighs with his eyes.

Or when he left, I was able to breathe calmly and try on underwear further. after that moment, I completely calmed down and with pleasure tried on even very revealing clothes that did not hide either my ass or a high and strong girlish chest. we went from store to store, replenishing the already large collection of clothes, jewelry and cosmetics.

when they came home, my mother hurried to work and left me alone, it was evening and I went to bed.

when I woke up, I found myself sleeping on my side, my hand was under my head and the other between my legs, with my fingers I felt the soft labia of my new girl's body through my panties. pulling my hand towards me, I slid my fingers over the fabric of tight-fitting panties, warm from the heat of my body, and stretched sweetly in bed. I should take a shower, the apartment is warm and I sweat a little.

Throwing back the blanket, I got up and decided not to get dressed, following an old habit, I stomped to the toilet. Mom was not at home, apparently putting things in order in her restaurants. after the cleaning, I went to the shower, took off my panties and adjusted the temperature, directed streams of warm water at myself. oh, what bliss, to luxuriate in the morning under warm water. having foamed a washcloth, I began to lather my body, walked over my arms, voluminous breasts and gliding over my stomach washed my legs and smooth pussy. the water from the shower washes away all the foam from me, leaving cheerfulness. putting my hand between my legs, washing off the foam, my fingers walked along the labia, they gently missed my wet foamy hand towards them. soooo, a small warm hole and a little near the peas of the clitoris, passing through it with the pads of my finger, I felt the pleasant sensations from which my hands trembled, the vibration was transmitted to the clitoris and I screamed in a thin girlish voice in surprise and pleasure.

quickly removing my hand, I saw that a transparent thread of my juices stretched from the very bottom of the abdomen to the fingers of the hand. wow, my new body is turning on even faster than when I was a guy. from pleasant sensations, my head was slightly dizzy, as if in a fog, I left the bathroom and began to dry myself. large breasts swayed and water dripped from them, flowing from long hair. can you cut it like a boy? thoughts flashed through my head. and then get used to this hair.

Wrapping myself in a huge, blanket-sized towel, I headed to the kitchen. while the kettle was boiling, I cut myself sandwiches. The vile towel constantly flew off me. tired of wrapping myself, I threw it off and cooked it further naked, everything would be fine, but again these boobs, then hang down, then dangle from side to side, I’m still not used to being a girl, and will I get used to it? the absence of a member still bothered me, although less than the constant struggle with the boobs, which I did not pay attention to in the hospital, mostly lay and moved little, they only rolled over me when I got up or tossed and turned.

it’s me now they will fuck, I can’t imagine that they put a member in me. or worse, suck it off. I thought while drinking tea and eating sandwiches. After all, I always took out my dick and, infinitely proud of its size, stuck it somewhere in some kind of girl. but here everything is different, I will lie on my back, spread my legs and a guy or a man will puff over me. I thought hard and, according to a new habit, putting my hand on my chest, gently massaged it. Or get up with cancer, you also need to bend over, so the butt looks spectacular and it’s more convenient to fuck me. Brrr, I don’t even know what to think, it doesn’t seem pleasant, but it seems to be the way it should be. In general, what are these thoughts about how they will fuck me? I want and there will be no one, I will become a lesbian, a titted partner will caress my charms with a soft tongue, stroking my hips and smooth legs with her hands. My hair did not grow anywhere except the head, apparently too early or side effect from the medicine, but if you single out this thing that stops hair from growing, you can get rich!

so, I remembered, caressing her tongue, stroking her hands, and then I caress her with my tongue and stroke her ass and crumple her boobs, it is necessary that they be big. And then she takes out a strap-on, puts it on for herself, and I kneel and stick out my ass towards the big and black .... Stop! something carried you to the wrong steppe. maybe enough thoughts about my ass, pussy and mouth? can anything more fit in it than sandwiches? I went to the big mirror in the hallway and opened my mouth. a girl with wet, disheveled hair and an open mouth shot at me from the mirror. damn it, I thought, yes, I myself would put such a cheek on my cheek, and what a modest look. from such thoughts and reflections I blushed and my hands began to tremble again.

Not knowing where to put these damned hands and moving them around the body, putting them on my hips or folding them under my chest, I did not immediately notice that something was slowly flowing down my leg, tickling and cooling the skin on my hips, apparently I had already managed to get excited, or thinking about sex , either when he crushed his chest or in general all together. I need to go for a walk to freshen up. A thought flashed through my head. The city will cheer me up, all these cars and all that. Nodding to myself, I walked over to the linen closet. I won’t think for a long time, the panties will be shorts, I didn’t like the thongs right away, the sensations are not the most pleasant, the usual ones too, so the shorts are the most the best option. black panties tightly fitted my ass and I reached for the bra. for the first time without a mother, I put on this horror on straps, after tormenting for about ten minutes, I freaked out and threw them to the other side of the room, then I can’t fasten them, then I’ll pinch my skin, and if I fasten it, I can’t fix my chest normally, well, fuck them! that it’s easier there, it’s hot outside, plus 29, I won’t go in shorts, but the sundress is the best thing, I should get used to the women’s, my mother will call me to the restaurant, and like a fool I’ll come in jeans and a T-shirt and there you need a dress. so, I'll start with a sarafan.

The light fabric pleasantly cooled and my legs felt very good, nothing warmed, the edges of the sundress were above the knees, I stopped feeling the round cut on the chest and the dress itself after a minute. The mood improved and combing naughty curls ran out the door, not forgetting to grab a purse with all sorts of women's stuff and impatiently waiting for the elevator, trying to escape into the fresh air.

The street received me with a friendly rumble and a light wind that cooled me so pleasantly. after a little thought, I went to a cafe, I had to eat normally, sandwiches were not enough for a long time. I enjoyed everything, the smells of the street, the cars passing by and blowing air over me, and the response smiles of the girls I smiled at. Yes, what can I argue, I generally smiled at everyone, on the one hand everything is awry for me, and on the other, let me be a girl now, but I’m alive and well, and let everything else roll into tartar! after a while, I began to notice both the smiles of the guys walking towards me, and their greasy looks at my legs and boobs. It’s unusual to feel like this, when I was a teenager my dick just didn’t fall, especially in the summer, when the girls dress, it would seem, in one underwear and a piece of fabric in the summer, now I’m also dressed, the skirt sways in the middle of the thighs, opening the view on strong and lush legs and chest swaying in time with the movements.

I wish the girls looked at me the same way when I needed it so much. Although It wouldn't hurt me even now, the excitement didn't go away and only increased from the nipples rubbing against the fabric of the sundress. I wonder if they also stare at my ass or not? without hesitation, I "accidentally" dropped my purse and, without bending my legs, bent over it. I did it in vain, the chest, which the sundress did not hold but only covered, pulled me to the ground, almost jumping out of the cut on the sundress, I sharply put my hand on it and, unable to keep my balance, fell to my knees, painfully knocking my knees on the asphalt. Crap! I had time to shout out, as I was already standing cancer in the middle of the street, quickly jumping up, I began to shake off the dust from my knees and the edges of the sundress with one hand, holding my naughty boobs with the other. I tinker with them. I thought in annoyance.

Straightening up, I turned around and saw a man, he did not take his eyes off my priests, unceremoniously looking at her, blushing, I turned away and quickly ran into the nearest cafe. After a quick snack, I went to the park, there was a feeling that all the guys were looking at my chest or ass, as if imagining how they would have me and in what positions, front and back, lifting up such a short skirt and tearing off my panties, sweeping away the last barrier between my pussy and their hot and hard cocks. putting my hands on my hips to pull me and ... phew, I seemed to feel it, the treacherous hands trembled finely, the trembling even spread to my legs, I sat down on the first bench that came across, the edges of the dress pulled up and my ass sat right on the hot bench. How do the girls handle it, huh? between me and the bench, only the fabric of thin panties, which were already wet from my juices and began to irritate the skin, rubbing the wet edges of the thigh. Clutching my purse, I waited for the trembling of the body to pass.

You feel bad? how can i help? A shadow hung over me, shielding me from the sun. I looked up, it was a tall young man in a tracksuit and with a player, apparently a local runner, in training.

I... no, thanks, everything is fine, I barely mumbled, quickly lowering my eyes.

Here, drink some water, it will become easier - the guy said with confidence, holding out a bottle, into which I clutched at a straw like a drowning man and nervously unscrewing the cap began to eagerly drink warm water.

Thank you, I said more confidently, it's just hot outside.

Do not drink a lot, it will only get worse - the guy sat down next to me - leave it to yourself, it will come in handy.

having calmed down, I uncertainly raised my eyes, carefully examining the interlocutor, the athlete’s strong legs, loose shorts, a T-shirt that does not hide the guy’s good figure and arms, a pleasant smiling face, the young man’s gaze often jumping from my face to chest that often rises from my breath. embarrassed, I again stared at my legs, tightly squeezing the havet bottle of water in my hands.

Well, my knightly duty is done, by the way, my name is Vadim

Umfhh... - I mumbled, trying not to think about where he was looking.

It sounds convincing - the neighbor on the bench laughed - I won’t interfere, see you - he cheerfully got up and began to look at my boobs from above, which made me blush even more.

I silently nodded and was left to sit alone on a bench, in panties wet with excitement.

it's not the case, I thought, why am I embarrassed then? already caught in my throat ... something is wrong with my hormones, I get excited from the mere thought of sex, I can already squeeze my panties. with these thoughts, I ate in the thick bushes fenced with trees in the park and ran my hand between my legs, through the wet panties I felt my labia swollen with desire. lowering my panties down, I tried to remove my juices with a torn leaf in order to at least somehow reach the house and change them. After failing to wipe it properly, I touched the clitoris and squealed subtly, I was struck by an electric shock! Yes, I didn’t even finish even once, but then I accidentally touched a hard and excited clitoris once. my legs trembled and I fell on all fours, resting my trembling hands on the soft earth. barely overcoming myself, I tried to get up, but it didn’t work out, my legs were trembling with excitement and my hands were shaking and refusing to obey, I fell on my ass. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw a man peeking through the bushes behind me.

Go to hell, goat - I shouted angrily, trying to pull up my panties.

as he said against the wall. the man came out and walked towards me, looking at my hands frantically straightening panties

Everything will be fine - he said in a quiet and trembling voice - do not be afraid. he quickly approached me.

I tried to get up and drape away from him, but my foot touched the root of a tree and stretched out on the ground. the second attempt to get up, standing on all fours, I felt like they took me by the hips and pulled me sharply towards me. My mouth was covered with a hand, the hem was lifted up and a callused hand was shuffling around my bare pussy. The male finger abruptly entered my ass so hard that it hurt, I could only moan, writhing in someone else's grip. hand removed from my priests and felt how hard he was jerking off. jerking again sharply, I freed myself and tried to run away, but he abruptly grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him, put a tense member with a red and huge head to my mouth, at the same time masturbating him.

Suck, come on, come on, he hissed through his teeth, moving his pelvis towards my mouth.

I clenched my teeth and mooed in pain, he grabbed my hair and his cock poked into my face, opening his lips but not penetrating into his mouth because of his clenched teeth. he masturbated more and more furiously, I rested on his legs, trying to push him away, but my new body was much weaker than before. with a sharp exhalation, he finished on my teeth and face, quickly thrusting his flaccid member into the tanks, he got up and ran away. I sat booty on the bare ground, pulling my legs up to me and without thinking I found a bottle of water and began to drink, not immediately realizing that my mouth was in sperm and the first sips were mixed with his cum. moving away a little, I washed the sperm in my face and somehow put myself in order, throwing out my underpants, which only hindered my escape and, in general, everything infuriates me. called a taxi to the park and sitting there in the bushes waiting for a call from the dispatcher.

in the taxi he felt himself already protected and silently looked out the window. the taxi driver in the rear mirror looked at the nipples that stood out through the thin fabric of the sundress, but I did not notice it, in front of me was a thick, tense cock with a large and red head shooting sperm at me. having paid, I got up and thought, if only the driver did not notice the trace of my juices left on the seat. staggering gait, I went to the entrance door.

Closing the door behind me, I yelled "mom", in response there was only silence. throwing off my dress and throwing it into the laundry basket, I was left completely naked, but full of determination to end this condition. he ran into his room, turned on porn and, shuddering with pleasure, masturbated the clitoris. wow!, I thought, screaming with pleasure, more! I watched porn with greedy eyes, only paying attention not only to the actress's tits, but also to the member of the actor, a hard-working guy who was furiously pounding the blonde.

with a loud and drawn-out howl, I finished, shuddering all over and slowly rolled down from the chair, where I saw a comb with a thick, smooth handle, and without thinking about anything I grafted it into my hot pussy, from the secretions of which both my ass and the seat of the chair were wet. began slowly, squeaking with pleasure. I lay on my back, legs apart and slowly drove the comb into myself, gradually increasing the pace until waves of orgasm washed over me. At the same time, I heard the door open and, in order not to scream from orgasm, I quickly pulled out a wet and such a pleasant comb and put it in my mouth. rolled over on his side, curled up and with a comb in his mouth, shuddering from the remnants of orgasm, I mumbled, enjoying, and in front of my inner eye was a member of the actor, pouring sperm on the partner's ass. oh, girls have their advantages, I thought, but what a thrill ... mom's footsteps were heard at the door.

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“I was 14, and I just went to visit my father. I felt bad, everything hurt. I went to the bathroom in tears, swearing that they started right now, when I was away from my mother.

I called my stepmother and sister, and they laughed - I felt humiliated. My father asked what was the matter, I told him, and he just groaned (he thought that my menstruation had begun a long time ago).

They made me a very hot bath, I lay there for half an hour, and when I decided to go out, I lost consciousness due to the temperature difference. I woke up on the floor, with a huge bruise on the pope, and everything around was stained with blood.

2. Blood on the face

“My mother smeared blood on my face, saying that this is the best remedy for acne. Then she and her friends continued to drink, and I still sometimes feel like that humiliated 12-year-old girl.”

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3. I tried to insert a tampon into the urethra

“It so happened that no one explained to me what menstruation is, when and why it occurs. Plus, I missed that class at school where they taught about it in biology.

On the morning of my 13th birthday, I woke up and saw blood on the sheet. I went to the toilet, dried myself - and there are more of her. In horror, I ran to my mother, and she blushed, gave me a tampon and said that now I can ride on a white saddle.

I do not understand! I tried to insert a tampon into the urethra, nothing came of it, I called my mother again. She got angry and slammed the door, and I sobbed. Then she brought me a pack of pads.

Later, I read about all this on the Internet and found out that I had become a woman. Thanks to the internet!

4. I was 3000 kilometers from home

“They started when I went on a long journey with friends of my parents. Previously, their son traveled with us, now it's the other way around. The first menstruation stained my pants, everyone noticed it, but we lived in a campsite and no one could help. All three days I was saved toilet paper. Not a very good experience."

5. I jerked my head and burst into tears

“I was ready for their appearance, I read a bunch of literature. I grew up early, but the critical days never came, although my chest grew and my armpits had to be shaved.

And yet they started at the wrong time. We just had exams, and during one of them I felt that my jeans were wet. She asked permission to leave. I saw blood in the toilet and, although I knew everything and was not afraid of blood, I jerked my head and burst into tears. At that moment, a classmate entered the toilet, saw me and laughed. Of course, the whole school knew when everything started for me!”