As the computer day and age continues to grow so does its technologies. Today we have software available that assist sketch artist while chasing the bad guys. This story is about that technology and its ability to change a person.
Mark a computer programming designer was sitting in his cubicle crunching away as most programmers do. Lets focus on Mark a second. Mark is about 5'6" 120lbs soaking wet and your Atypical nerd. Mark has a secret side to him or should we say her, Mark enjoys female attire, he lives by himself in an out of way brownstone on the lower eastside, he spends most of his time as Cindy' is alter ego feminine self. He was victim of his circumstance the typical story, always the smallest kid on the block, never picked to play sports the neighborhood boys, always getting beat up, the macho dad always putting him down comparing him to his brother, although younger much larger, his dad even said one time he looked like the daughter he never had. And the submissive mom, who dad used to beat, blah, blah, blah.
One fateful day, when Mark was about 8 years old, while the bigger kids were mopping up the floor with his head, one of the boys was kicking him on his side, he was kicking him so hard it was taking his breath away, he turned and squirmed just as he was getting kicked again and POW right in the balls. Mark stopped moving, he looked dead, the other boys got scared and ran off. After they ran off a neighbor's mother found him lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. She was scared and called the Police and his mom.
At the hospital Marks mom was trying to get a hold of his dad, an offshore oil worker, he had just left for a month long stay on the rig, when the doctor came out and told his mom that he was OK but hurt really bad with internal injuries, and that his scrodum was crushed, he was now sterile there was no way reconstruct them and that the injury was so severe that the only course of action was the total removal of the scrotal sack and his testicals, mom was devastated, she was not sure how to tell Mark about his injuries and if would fully understand what had happened to him.
About two days later Mark awoke to find his mom and brother in the hospital room, he asked what happened, he could not remember anything about the last couple of days. Mom with a tear in here eye filled him in on all of his injuries, she was right Mark did not fully understand what it meant not to have any testicles. She tried to explain the best she could about the need for male hormones etc. but it seamed like Mark just blew it off like no "big deal". Mark was finally released from the hospital and taken home for the rest of his recovery, before he left the catheter was removed, but the funny thing was it was coming out from behind his penis a small hole near the opening of his buttocks, mom came unglued the doctor never said anything about that.
Mom called the doctor to the room and he was asked to explain this, as she pointed to the small hole, the doctor was confused, he pulled out the chart and became very apologetic, he had made the note to tell her but never did, he explained that he was kicked so hard that it also crushed the urethra, and that a relocation was the only way to repair the damage. Mom was still upset but pulled it together and took Mark home. During the drive home mom got a smile on her face and made a comment to Gary, Marks younger brother, and said now he really had to make sure not to pee on the seat, that now Mark has to sit to pee as well. Mark with a curious look on his face said WHAT, he understood that part of the injuries.
As time went on Mark became used to sitting to pee and how his life was changed. As Mark got older he did not fill out any more, he stopped growing around the age of 15 at about 5'6" and 120 lbs. Where he's at today. And began to develop breast instead of a beard and his voice never changed. He kept himself hid, always wearing a shirt, and so on. About a week before dad was coming home, he did not have any sympathy for Mark just told him to "suck it up and move on" a plain clothed Police offer stopped by, he was talking to mom and she collapsed and started crying, so did I but I did not know why, mom said dad was killed in an accident on the rig, I ran out of the house screaming ad crying I tore my shirt on the rail on the front steps, never gave it a second thought. (did I say I? Well I guess you figured it out this is my story and my name is Cindy).
When I came home mom was still crying and Gary had come home he was in tears also, he let out a scream and pointed at me, he was pointing at my breast it was sticking out of my shirt. Mom looked up and saw it just she just covered it up. Mom took me by the hand and carried back to my room, she told me to take off my shirt and let her see. I really teared up then but pulled my shirt over my head, plop, there they were standing out with a rock hard nipple. Mom gasp for air and said looks like a "B" cup. Mom just hugged me and got me another shirt and slid it over my head, she said it was all right and that I did nothing wrong. I was relived. Talking about relief I went to the bathroom to pee, sat down and started thing about myself and my appearance, I had breast, I had to sit to pee and I had no balls, sounded like most of the girls I new. (all of them for that fact).
After dads funeral service mom went to her sisters, she was going to gone about 2 weeks, I was 16, Gary was 14 and he had some friends at Aunt Jo's house, I had no friends not even at home with the exception of a few girls at school I was loaner. So mom was packing us up to go when I asked to stay behind to care fore our cat, I was not interested in going and this would give me the time I needed to put dad to rest, after that's what mom was going to go do. She agreed but told me that Uncle Bud would check on me from time to time he lived in the suburbs. Mom and Gary left I had the apartment to my self and I new Uncle Bud, he was not going to come into the city unless I called him for help, he would tell mom he stopped by, and all was well.
I slipped on a pair of moms running shorts, a workout bra and a T shirt, The first time my breast were supported wow did that feel great. I puttered around the house, watched some TV and lounged around the rest of the day. The next morning I got the courage I was going to go out looking like a girl, I started a bath and shaved my legs, my arms, my arm pits, and then decided to shave it all, I shaved my groin area, I took my micro penis it never grew past 8 years old, I never got a hard on but that day as I sat in the tub I was able to stroke it until it got hard. That was a weird feeling some clear fluid came out of my pee hole and then it went soft again, I don't think its gotten hard again?
The shaved feeling was wonderful, after I dried off, I put on lotion and painted my toe nails red, mom and I were about the same size, my feet were actually a little smaller but close, when she packed she just took her normal stuff, her sexy cool stuff was still in the closet. She had also left some old makeup, it was enough for me to put on mascara and lipstick and a little powder. I looked in the mirror and there was a 14 year old girl looking back, even tough I was 16 the make up made me look younger, I slid on a pair of tan panty hose and one of my bra's. I should explain that part, after mom found my tits she took me to the doc, he said I could have them removed if I wanted to, but that I should wear support not to injure my back.
Mom allowed me to stay home "sick" one day she said we had to go get a few things and that I needed to have a slightly different look about myself, she carried to her room where she had a pair of her jeans and a sweater on the bed, she told me to strip down and put on her pants and sweater, I did as I was told, mom brushed out my hair it was over my ears but off the collar, tied a pink ribbon in my hair and brushed down some bangs. I looked like a little girl, I was not real happy with it but mom said we had to buy me some bra's and that I would get to much attention looking like a boy. she took to buy some bra's a 32 "B" to be exact the same today never had them removed.
Anyways back to the story. One of my bra's, and a short pleated skirt, mom had in the back of here closet, a white blouse and a jacket, its cold here. My hair is not so long but it was over my ears, brushed it strait down with a part in the middle and brushed down some bangs, they came past my eyebrows so I cut them off at the brow, mom had some clip on earrings that dangled so I wore them. I also found a pair of baby doll dance shoes, the type with the little bow and the strap and no heel, An old black clutch type purse that had some subway tokens with my makeup items, a key to the house and out the back door I went. Across the back of the house two blocks over and in the park.
I walked around the park for a short while, no one really paid me any attention, it was an exciting experience. I was stopped by the Police on horse back and asked if I was lost? I was just standing and looking around at the people, when I bumped into the horse. I giggled and said I was sorry he gave me a stern look and sent me on my way, after I was out of sight I ran home, this time through the front door, I did not realize that until I was digging through my purse and looking for the key.
OK enough about that, now you got the whole story, well almost, dressing as a girl was fun and I got to stay that way all weekend including dinner out, mom never found out, and I did not do it again until I moved out, I was glad I kept my breast, I am very passable, most people slip up and call me ma'am anyways, some of my co works may have seen my bra through my clothes a time or too but never any comments, to busy. Back at my desk crunching away I discovered a programming error, I started to make the corrections when I saw how the robotics drawing arm was making a 3 dimensional drawing, I experimented some more and discovered a latex product could be designed from drawings in a 3 dimensional way it was a cool break through.
I took a picture of my face, I made it larger, added a beard, mustache, short hair and hit print. After the latex dried I put the mask on my face, it was a perfect fit and likeness. I drew large arms and a manly chest and hit print, the latex dried and viola instant super man I slipped it on and looked at myself a rugged man. I took it one step further and drew myself a huge penis with a huge sack, hit print the latex dried and I slipped it over micro penis, again viola hung like a mule. The it dawned on me if I could do this I could take an image of anybody and turn them into anyone, the possibilities were endless, the coolest part about the huge penis was that I could stand and pee with it, it was just like mine might have been.
I took off my manly stuff, with the image of my micro penis, I drew a vagina, the same results, I slid it on and I had a vagina with about 5" of depth, I left the vagina on and packed up my stuff and carried it home, the subway on the way home broke down and we were stuck for over an hour, after they got it going again I was home about 2 hours late, I had to pee some thing fierce, I ran inside sat down to pee as always and noticed the line of the drawing edges had blended into my skin. I finished up stripped down, I started to slip off the vagina but I could not find the seams, I started to panic.
I called Bob my friend I got the latex from, he told me it was an experimental latex designed for fire victims to cover burns, and that after about an hour the new skin was permanent. I thanked him and realized that I had accidentally given myself SRS without the surgery, I was glad now I did not leave on the other stuff or that would be permanent, I was a sight now, I have tits and a pussy, what's a guy to do? Start living as a women, then it hit me DUH, I could live anyway I wanted to, one day male, one day female, whatever I decided to draw for myself. This was a huge break through.
I called Bob back to order more experimental latex, and asked how many times you could layer the new skin, he said that natural skins has seven layers, so the latex skin could be applied seven times before a skin scrap would have to be done, he also told me that I had received the last batch and that it takes about 2 months to produce, and it is expensive. This would slow down any instant whim changes, and I was OK with my new pussy, hell I've been living like woman ever sense my accident and I realize there more to being a woman than sitting to pee, but after dad died mom kinda treated me more like a girl than a boy, she let me stay inside and play with dolls all the girls stuff, I wore sweaters they were thicker and hid my bra straps, my friends were girls we chatted all the time, I sat in on the girls stuff all the time so I guess it was just natural I would end up with a pussy.
So there I was sitting in my apartment, admiring my new pussy and fem body when I decided to go clubbing, after all I was complete, I could even have sex with a man if I wanted to, nothing hid in my panties a smooth crouch. I got myself made-up and dressed, the cuties little red leather strapless mini dress and red heels, I hit the clubs, had a few offers to dance but was scared to death, finally after a few more drinks I was feeling saucy, the person to ask me to dance we were on the floor, he was over six foot tall deep blue eyes and strong arms, he was a hunk.
After a slow dance we sat down at his table, he put his arm around me a kissed my cheek, I returned the kiss only I planted it on his lips, I never felt so good about anything as I did that moment. I never considered myself gay or doing it with guy but after that kiss and those feelings I never wanted to do anything else. He asked if he could see me home safely, we walked to apartment arm in arm kissing on each corner while waiting for the traffic. We made it to my place, he was perfect gentlemen, he kissed me again and said goodnight, I walked to the top of my steps, he turned to look back, I motion with one finger for him to return, he did.
We made it inside my apartment before I attacked him I was all over him I wanted everything about him, he scooped me up and carried me to my bed, we stripped down and admired each others bodies while we kissed and licked everywhere, I took his cock in my moth and sucked it like I had never sucked a cock before, (that was my first time) my new pussy was just dripping with juices, he pulled a condom out of his wallet on the floor in his pants, I took it and said let me help, I used my mouth to lube him up real good and slid the condom over his shaft, I laid down on my back and he slowly and methodically pumped my pussy for all it was worth. We both came at the same time, that's when I realized I came for the first time. He collapsed we were covered in sweat, I snuggled with him about 15 minutes and I dove down on his cock again, he sprang to life and we did that most of the night.
That morning I confessed all to him, EVERYTHING, he was shocked and amazed but he was cool with it. He has been a great partner I have the computer and drawing skills and he is a marketing genius. We also partnered up with Bob, we had to let him in on the discovery, he had to produce the latex. So I took the images drew the drawing to satisfy our customers, Bob made the latex and Steve did the marketing. A year after we went public with our discovery Steve asked me marry him, I accepted. Another side affect from the latex is how its made, Bob said he was did on accident also when he was doing something with genes and trying to reproduce artificial skin, the latex rewrites your genetic code, basically you are what you are. Non of us realized that until one day I started bleeding, Was I having a period, Steve and I had been pounding away, we stopped using condoms long ago, we thought it was only skin deep.
Bob ran some test on my blood and discovered that my genetic makeup was identical to a genetic female, and that I was 6 weeks pregnant and the bleeding was not a period it was tearing, Steve was over 10" long I was only 5" 6" deep. What the hell? I was pregnant, HOW, Bob looked at me said well you when a man and woman have sex without condoms, I slapped him and said shut up I know HOW but HOW. Bob went into some details about the latex, blah, blah, blah. Steve was beside himself he always wanted to be a father but thought it was not possible with me and that someday we might adopt a child, now we were have our own^Å^Å.
That night I called my mom, we had not talked for sometime we were both busy, busy. I told her the whole story, I had to ask her a few time if she was still there, then she got pissed, she said YOU GOT MARRIED AND NEVER CALLED ME? I told her I could not tell her I was going to be the bride, then she said YOUR PREGNANT! She thought my ability to reproduce was ended when my balls came off. Mom was happy, the next day she came over and we chatted about stuff and got all caught up, she admitted to me that she was very happy for me because I was happy, she said that will change when you deliver this child.
Today Steve and I and our two children, Tammy she's 5 and Patty she's just over 2 years old our very happy, Uncle Gary was here today, he just love's the girls he spoils them rotten, if they weren't already spoiled. Haha. I have to say I regret nothing, except maybe natural childbirth, but what guy would ever expect to experience that. TTFN love Cynthia Marie Smith ssindysmith2002@yahoo.com