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Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 02:26:41 -0500
From: G R <robertos0005@gmail.com>
Subject: Julia (TG)

My parents named me Julio, and I don't really know when it all began. I
remember one time I was a little boy I had a dream that I'd turned into a
girl somehow. In the dream I wore a pink dress and black Mary Jane shoes
and white stockings, and my hair was long and curly. I remember going to
the bathroom and peeing sitting down. When I was a little older, at twelve
I think, one time during gym class a friend of mine was sitting next to
me. His legs caught my attention -he was wearing shorts- they were already
covered in peach fuzz, they weren't massively muscular but they were no
longer a little boy's legs but those of a teen. It was hard to look away.

I told myself that it was just a mixture of envy and curiosity. My own legs
were still hairless, and I wasn't very strong. I hit puberty late, and at
any opportunity I checked out how the other boys were developing.

When I finally did hit puberty, my body didn't change all that much. I was
thin and not very muscular. I was pretty smooth and had absolutely no hair
on my chest, just some peach fuzz on my crotch and legs, just a few hairs
on my armpits, and there was barely any need to shave.  What little hair my
did have stayed close to my skin, which wasn't really like that of other
boys, whose leg hair tended to stick out. From looking at their arms, I
could tell many of the girls probably had more body hair than I did. To be
honest, the worst part for me was my penis size, which was the smallest of
those I'd seen among kids my age.

After I hit puberty, I started getting erotic dreams, but not the sort that
most teenage boys would like. I remember one in which four naked men, built
like bodybuilders, were holding me up in the air, one per limb, while a
fifth rammed his huge cock into my ass. Another time, I dreamed that I was
in school but wearing the girls' uniform (in my country schoolchildren wear
uniforms) and a boy approached me and asked me to be his girlfriend.
Without waiting for my answer, he kissed me on the mouth and I didn't
resist, he put his hands on my behind and fondled it, then unbuttoned my
skirt, which fell to the floor and pulled down my panties, exposing my
teenage girl's crotch...

I used to tell myself they were just silly dreams, that they didn't mean a
thing, that surely all boys had dreams like that from time to time but just
didn't talk about it. However, one day something happened that I couldn't
just dismiss as a silly dream: I'd twisted my ankle (I was never good at
sports) so in gym class I just sat and watched the other boys play soccer.
There were two teams, and instead of different uniforms there was one team
with shirts and a shirtless one, and they were all wearing shorts. I began
noticing their torsos, their hairy legs... I was able to hide my tiny
erection, but it was hard to deny even to myself that I liked men.

One day, a few weeks before summer break, as I was getting dressed after
showering, I noticed my nipples seemed a little bigger than they'd always
been. I thought maybe I was imagining it and didn't think more about it,
but within days I noticed my nipples were definitely swollen, and I thought
it might be an allergy or something like that.

During the next few weeks their growth continued; soon I had to admit to
myself I was growing breasts. I searched online and discovered it was
called gynecomastia, that it can be solved by surgery, etc. I don't know
why I didn't tell anyone, didn't go to the doctor, nothing. Maybe I was
just ashamed and didn't want to admit it to anyone, I don't know. The fact
is all I did was wear loose shirts and, later, bandage my chest.

A few days before school was out, my parents told me they'd arranged for me
to spend the summer away with some relatives in the countryside, who owned
a small coffee plantation. My dad said the fresh air and so on, would do me
good. Deep down I knew that it was to see if life in the country made me
more of a man, but I didn't protest. It was during those last few days in
the city that I should've gone see a doctor, but I didn't.

I was warmly welcomed at the farm, the only problem was what my cousins
liked to do for fun: playing soccer, which because of the heat they did
shirtless, and swimming in the river. Obviously I didn't want my breast
growth discovered, so I made up excuses and stayed in the house. One of my
aunts had had a baby a couple of months before, so it was the perfect match
for her: I took care of the baby while the others were away, she taught me
how to feed it with a bottle and everything, and so I stayed part of the
day at the house with the baby while the others went out to play soccer or
swim.

Binding your breasts isn't very comfortable, and I didn't dare not do it
when there was someone else in the house. So when it was just the baby and
me, between the heat and the discomfort of binding, I just went topless.
Released from their binding, my breasts were now large enough to need a
bra. Despite spending so much time indoors, I didn't mind my routine, as
taking my shirt off in front of others just wasn't an option and this way I
had time to watch TV or do whatever I wanted.

I still went into town with my relatives - it was a small town, but still.
One time, I was wearing shorts, and while I bought some ice cream, the guy
addressed me as Miss.

I was so stunned I didn't bother correcting him, and I don't think anyone
overheard. I'm not sure why he thought I was female. Maybe, despite the
binding, my chest looked like that of a teenage girl? Then I thought the
man was stupid - didn't he see my legs were hairy? Then I thought a little
- you see, in my country, while the vast majority of women shave, it's not
as rare to see one that doesn't as it's in America, especially in rural
regions. So it wasn't that weird that my unshaven legs hadn't identified me
as male.

I took a good look in the mirror when we got home. Despite the binding, my
breasts bulged a little - enough to be noticeable, but not too much to pass
for a bit of fat - but that was with binding.

Then I looked at my legs. To be honest, I'd seen women with hairier legs.
But apart from that, my calves and thighs had a certain feminine
curvature. I decided that baggy pants would hide it, hopefully.

That night I dreamt I was walking in the town, wearing the same shorts -
but this time, my legs were shaved. And I was wearing a t-shirt, as I had
been - but my breasts were unbound and the t-shirt was pink.

I don't really know why I did it. One day, while I was watching a soap
opera while naked from the waist up, the baby started crying. As I'd
already given him the bottle, I thought of giving him a pacifier. I could
have done so. But I saw or I thought I saw the baby staring at my
breasts. Well, I carried him and thought some actual nipples would be
better than a pacifier and, long story short, I let him suckle on my
breasts. It was a weird, uncomfortable sensation, but I liked it.

From then on, him suckling on my breasts became routine. In a matter of
days, they grew even bigger; I couldn't believe nobody noticed them,
despite the binding, but nobody said anything.

One day, I felt my breasts had grown considerably during the night, and I
waited anxiously for everyone to leave, so I could unbind them and go
bare-chested. That day, when the baby suckled on my breast, I noticed
something strange. I pulled him away and saw what I suspected: milk on his
lips. I looked down: there was a drop of milk on the nipple the baby had
suckled. Not only had I grown breasts, I'd actually nursed a baby, and it
was due to lactation that my breasts had swollen the night before.

From that day on, I never gave the baby the bottle again, and I breastfed
him when we were alone. Soon it wasn't just my breasts, I noticed my voice
becoming higher-pitched, and by the fit of my clothes I knew my buttocks
were becoming rounder. Maybe I was paranoid, but sometimes I thought my
facial features were becoming more delicate, my hands more feminine,
without being able to spot an obvious difference, and even my hips were
getting wider.

One day, I was breastfeeding the baby as was now routine, when I looked up
and saw my aunt looking at me in silence. I thought I was going to have a
heart attack. I couldn't deny anything, not with my breasts exposed and the
baby nursing.

My aunt was barefoot, no doubt so I wouldn't hear her footsteps as she
approached; I don't know if she'd come back hours early so surrepticiously
that I didn't hear her come in or if she simply had stayed behind
discreetly.

-Just tell me everything, from the beginning.

I did. I told her the whole story, and she listened in silence until I was
done.

-Truth is, we already knew almost all of it, obviously that you have
breasts and so forth, and were just waiting for confirmation. Look, we can
keep on more or less as we have, I've got no milk anymore and nursing is
best for the baby, so you have to keep nursing him. But it doesn't have to
be a secret anymore. Come, I want to give you something.

We went to a closet and she handed me some bras.

-They're more or less your size, you're a C cup, almost a D.

From then on, I began using bras and blouses. Now I did go out with my
relatives sometimes, from time to time, leaving discreetly to breastfeed (I
later found out my cousins followed me in secret to spy on my breasts).

The physical changes continued. I noticed my penis, which had never been
very big, kept shrinking, and soon it was like a little boy's. Actually,
save between my legs, my body was a woman's, and now it was no longer a
secret, I dressed as such from the waist up.

It being summer, it was hot so it was comfy to wear sleeveless tops.
Although in theory I was still a guy, I, well, thought I ought to shave my
armpits, even though I only had peach fuzz (by then, by the way, I no
longer needed to shave my face). I could justify wearing bras and so forth
for comfort, but shaving my armpits was or at least seemed different -
something I didn't have to do, but chose to do. I decided to go the whole
way and shaved my legs as well.

I don't know if this was why my aunt did it, but the next day I found on my
bed several piles of clothes, all of it feminine. Panties, bras, stockings,
leggings, women's shoes, blouses, skirts, makeup, etc. While I was admiring
the lot, my aunt walked in.

-Hi, Julia. I guess we can't keep calling you Julio. Jos? Fernando helped
me bring all the stuff.

Jos? Fernando worked for my aunt and uncle.

-By the way, I've just phoned your parents and told them everything.

I think I stopped breathing.

-Don't worry, I convinced them my baby's health comes first and they agreed
you can stay with us until he's weaned, school can wait.

That day I dressed up completely as a woman, from head to toe. I can't
describe the sensation of putting on a skirt and so on. From the moment I
stepped out of the bathroom, now dressed as a young woman, my routine
became one of, apart from nursing the baby, being taught by my aunt and
cousins about being a woman, stuff like walking on heels, putting on
makeup, etc. Everyone now called me Julia and even Jos? Fernando, who had
always greeted me with a "Good afternoon, Julio," now greeted me with a
"Good afternoon, Se?orita Julia."

Speaking of Jos? Fernando, I began to notice the bulge in his pants. He was
obviously much better-endowed than I'd ever been.

One day, while I was in my room getting ready to catch up with the others,
who had gone ahead of me, I heard the door open. It was Jos? Fernando.

I blushed, as I noticed him staring at my legs. I crossed them like women
do. I noticed the bulge in his pants growing.

Something inside me snapped. Something that had been building up since the
first time I had stared at a boy's hairy legs, since I'd begun checking
boys out in the showers, since my first erotic dreams about sex with men,
since I had gotten an erection just by watching shirtless boys play soccer.

I turned away from him, kneeled and got on all fours. For a terrible
moment, I wondered if he'd left in disgust, but then I felt his hands on my
ass.

He lifted up my skirt, yanked down my panties, spat on my asshole and soon
I felt his cock pushing against it. I'd never even kissed a man, and now
one was fucking me. At first I squealed in pain, but when I felt his pubic
hair against my ass, I started moaning with pleasure.

That night, to my surprise I noticed that my testicles were gone. My
shrunken scrotum was empty, as if my body had reabsorbed them. My penis was
still there, though tiny and of course I had to pee sitting down.

A new routine began, my days now included nursing the baby and having anal
sex with Jos? Fernando.

I noticed one day that I no longer even peed through what had once been a
penis, but through a new orifice. My penis wasn't really anything other
than a clit anymore.

I again started having erotic dreams again. I dreamed, for example, that I
was at my quince a?os party, but instead of just dancing with the hired
male dancers, I had sex with them, on the dance floor. I dreamed that I was
a hooker servicing my customers. I dreamed I was a teenager watching a
horror movie and at some point I hugged the complete stranger in the seat
next to me, he lifted me and put me on his knees, lifted my skirt, pulled
down my panties, and fucked me.

Eventually the baby was weaned. It was a gradual thing, so he'd get used to
it. I thought that, as nursing him was what had unleashed the changes,
maybe they'd revert with the weaning, at least in part. My breasts did
shrink a bit when I stopped lactating, but I was still a C cup and nothing
really changed, until after about a month.

I woke up feeling sick. During the night, not only had a slit opened where
my testicles had once been, but it was bleeding - I was having my first
period.

My aunt joked about how I was well past the usual age for my first period.
My female cousins treated me like a younger sister, one rather naive in
these things.

I couldn't hide it from Jos? Fernando, of course, given that I was wearing
a sanitary pad. When he saw that, he was stunned.

-So you can have babies?

-I guess so...

Later that day on, he brought me flowers and gifts and asked me to marry
him.

-But... I know I'm a woman now, maybe always was inside, but on paper I'm a
guy, I was born a guy.

Gay marriage wasn't an available option, but it turned out he'd thought of
everything. We went to the town hall, where I told them I'd been born in
the town but was never registered and after some paperwork I was given a
birth certificate, in which my name was Julia.

The wedding was a simple affair, a modest small town wedding. Despite all
the times my husband had fucked me in the ass, my pussy was virgin and in
that sense I had a right to marry in white.

I thought I had given myself to my now husband when I had gotten on all
fours to take his cock in my ass, but no, no man can know what it is to
give a man your virgin pussy, a hole that exists to receive cocks and give
birth, and above all no man can know what it is to spread your legs knowing
that he can get you pregnant. When he came inside me, my feminine instincts
told me I was pregnant. In time I'd prove right.

Now I'm a housewife and, apart from homemaking, I take care of our baby. If
I'm horny, all I've got to do is show my husband some leg or sway my ass
for him to take me to bed. My in-laws don't know I wasn't born with a pussy
between my legs. They think I was my aunt's baby's nanny, and that that's
how my husband met me - which I guess is more or less true.

I'd love to continue telling you about me, but I've got to breastfeed my
baby.