A very lenghty request for my dear friend Marti XD This took a while to write and was supposed to be posted during her unofficial pregnant week, but I hope you will like it :)
The
more I keep thinking about it, the more incredible it all still sounds.
Everything changed so fast and abruptly that I barely realized it. First I lost
my jobs, suddenly and surprisingly, and started to struggle with being
unemployed and having to pay the bills. I was having so many troubles finding a
new job that in the end if I didn’t want to get kicked out of my apartment I had
to resort to very extreme measures. I was basically left with no choice. I
enrolled in that experimental program, volunteering as a test subject for that
crazy experiment. I was going to become the first man to ever get pregnant.
The
mere thought of having a womb transplanted, and to have my manhood removed to
be replaced with a vagina, scared me beyond any belief. It all sounded so
disturbing, so unsettling… so wrong. But money was running short, and they said
it was going to be temporary anyway. As soon as I would have given birth I
would have gone back to being a man, even though getting through a whole
pregnancy and even going into labor didn’t sound like an easy nor appealing at
all task.
The
operation was a success. When I woke up in the hospital I could feel right away
that something was different down in my crotch. That unsettling void was just
too much for me to process right away, and I was far too scared to even bring
my hands down there to check out what had changed. In the end I just remained idle
and immobile on that hospital bed until the need to pee became too much to
handle, and as I sat on the toilet and peed for the first time as a girl I had
no choice but to come to terms with the fact that I had a vagina now, and I
would have been stuck with that for no less than nine months from that day on.
About
a week later I went to my first gynecologic visit, so that the doctors could be
sure that everything went well with my operation, and once they assessed that
it was a complete success they injected me with sperm from a donor, and a few
days later they gave me the “good news”. I was pregnant. I had a life within
me. Sure, by that point it was nothing more than a cell, but I knew that from
that day on it would have kept growing inside of my belly, expanding it, and
weighting on me, and eventually it would have even started to move and twitch
inside of me. The mere concept was just too much for my mind to grasp. Guys are
not supposed to worry about that kind of things. But from that point on I could
not help but to keep obsessing over it.
To
be fair, since I had a vagina I was now technically a woman already, despite
the fact that I kept my outside male appearance. The only major apparent
difference was that my hips had been surgically expanded so that I could have
delivered the baby naturally, which was a total pain in the ass at first since
my jeans would no longer fit me and I had to resort to wear baggier clothes. However
with time more things began to change about my appearance. At first they were
minor things, like the fact that I needed to shave less often and eventually I
started to wake up with a smooth and delicate face, or the fact that my skin
was getting increasingly soft and sensitive and that I was slowly losing my
body hair. Then I started to get fatter on my butt, which started to feel
almost like a comfortable cushion when I would sit down, and my nipple became
large and much more sensitive, and after that I even started to notice my chest
expanding and two small mounds of flesh started to develop. The doctors said
that it was probably due to the hormones, and that I should not have worried
about it since the changes were most likely going to stop soon. But they didn’t
stop. As time went by they become more and more extreme. My waist got narrow,
my butt bigger, and I even started developing feminine facial feature, while my
chest kept getting bigger and bigger until those modest mounds of flesh became
a pair of round and firm breasts. Due to my long hair, by that point it was basically
impossible for me to pass as a man, and I had to resign myself to the fact that
I was going to live the months leading up to the due date as a woman.
The
hardest part of it all had to be having to deal with my new genitals. Even
though it was quite pleasant to not have anything between my legs getting in
the way as I went about my day, it was still such an alien feeling that every
time I thought about it I would shiver unsettled. Plus it was so damn
sensitive. Every time I showered I had to keep myself from starting to tease my
pussy, as the warm water running over my now smooth body would make me feel
incredibly aroused. My hormones were probably to blame for that. A few weeks
into the pregnancy I started to get so incredibly emotional about everything,
and I started to suffer of mood swings, and most importantly of all I felt so
unbearably horny all the time! Then the nausea kicked in, and the dizziness,
and the cravings, and all the unpleasant and weird feelings of my body in
constant change. As I started to spend my days constantly going back and forth
from the bathroom to either pee or throw up I felt like I wanted to die, and I
was sure I could not have possibly have got through it all.
I
was glad I had my mother helping me through all of it. She obviously had never
thought one day she would have had to help her son get through a pregnancy, but
after having got past the initial shock of learning what was happening to me
she seemed to take it surprisingly well. She even seemed to enjoy the
situation, and after a while, as my belly started to swell and my old clothes
did not fit me anymore, she offered to take me shopping for some more
appropriate clothes. I thought she was talking about some of those pants for
pregnant women, but instead that day I came home with bag after bag full of
dresses, and skirts, and other kind of girly item of clothing, until my
wardrobe was completely changed. She made me try them all on, one after the
other, and even insisted that I would comb my hair properly and try on some
makeup. As I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my new reflection, I could
not believe my eyes. I was… beautiful. It was a strange thought, but also an
incredibly pleasant one. I felt so cute, and feminine, and I was almost moved
by the image of that gorgeous pregnant woman staring back at me mimicking my
every move. That day I realized that that was the way I was going to live from
that moment on, at least until the day I would have finally have given birth. I
was wiling by that point to embrace my life as a woman.
Once
I started to feel truly comfortable in my new skin, my daily life seemed to get
much easier, which was very good for me, since I needed all the serenity I
could manage to achieve in order to deal with my continuously transforming
body. My belly was getting increasingly bigger and cumbersome, and I can’t
possibly describe how amazing and alien it was to feel the little creature
inside of my womb kick for the first time. When I saw the image in the
ultrasound machine, the round head, the tiny feet and hands, I almost started
crying for the emotion. That was my baby. I had a life inside of me. It was
simply incredible, and as I came to terms with that reality I actually stopped
worrying about my predicament, so much so that my weekly appointments to the
doctor office and to the therapist they assigned to me to monitor the way my
mind was being affected by the treatment stopped bothering me completely.
Suddenly my struggle didn’t seem so hard. All the worries I had up until that
point felt so meaningless once compared to the fact that I now was responsible
for a little creature that was growing inside of me. A creature eager to get
out, and that soon I would have had to give birth to. I started to feel like I
could barely contain myself to that thought.
My
life was about to be shaken by yet another major event. Once again, it was all sudden,
and surprising. I was resting my feet on a bench at the park, when a guy
approached me. As I looked at him I remained speechless. It was my best friend.
I realized that I had purposely avoided to see any person that knew me after I
underwent the operation, and therefore I was quite overturned by seeing a
familiar face again. Apparently he was able to recognize me despite all the
changes my body had gone through, and was surprised to learn that I was the guy
who volunteered for that highly publicized experiment, and amazed at how much I
had transformed. I was so embarrassed, and yet he seemed sincere with his
compliments about how stunning I was, and although it was quite weird to hear
that, I can’t deny that I was also very flattered by it. He asked me out on a
date, and I could not help but say yes. Well, it wasn’t actually supposed to be
an actual date, more like a chance to talk about what we were up to and stuff
like that. But as I spent basically hours trying to get to my very best,
choosing the perfect outfit, and doing my makeup the best I could, and as I saw
the expression on his face as he looked at me, and as we kept chatting for
hours on end, laughing and having a wonderful time, it all started to feel a
whole lot like a date.
We
kept seeing each other after that first day. I can’t really tell why, but
somehow it made me feel good to have someone else to spend the last months
leading up to the due date with someone else, and he always managed to make me
feel always so safe, so beautiful, and he was so kind and considerate. It
didn’t take long before I started to have… feelings for him. I wanted to blame
my hormones for that, after all not only I had not have sex for months by that
point, but I also never quite got to deal with the fact that my changed body
was likely going to affect my sexuality as well, but truth be told the more
times went by, the more those feelings started to feel more and more like
genuine love. And one magical night, as I brought him to my place, and he kept
complimenting me for how sexy and prominent I looked in the purple dress I had
chosen for that date, and my body started to burn with desire, I kissed him,
and the kiss got passionate, and soon we ended up laying on the bed, toughing
and groping each other, and before I could even fully realize it we were making
love. It was a bit awkward, and kind of uncomfortable with my huge pregnant
belly, but it was also so pleasant, so overturning, so indescribably good. And when
I woke up the next morning to the sight of him caressing my pregnant belly, I instantly
knew that that was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
After
that night we both could not avoid to come out with our true feelings. We confessed
that we were both attracted to each other, and we decided to try being a
couple, no matter how weird and hard it was going to be. Well, things couldn’t
possibly have gone better. I’m now nine months pregnant, and happily engaged to
my sweetheart. We plan to get married after the kid arrives, and I have already
legally changed my name and sex in the legal papers. I am now officially a
woman, and I am going to live as such for the rest of my life. Soon I will be a
mother, and then a wife, and it feels so good to think about it. I am so happy
for how things turned out. And I am sure that this is not going to be my only
baby. In fact, we are planning to have at least three.
Thank you so so so very much <3 This is wonderfull and you can't imagine how happy you made me feel today. You're an amazing writer and an amazing friend. I'm so glad I've met you <3
ReplyDeletedo you only take request from marti?
ReplyDeleteI have a post pinned to right side of the blog where readers can leave their requests since day one actually :)
DeleteAlternatively you can wrote me a mail ^-^