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Now listen, Mrs McGregor. OK, I admit my building work has
not been up to to the required standard.

Yes I agree I have already asked you for twice as much as the
agreed fee. And yes, my language and behaviour while on the job
could have been construed as rather sexist.

Now, if I promise to have the job done by Friday and only charge
you for half the original quote, will you let me have my male body back?

Please?

Amanda was getting fed up with her chauvinist pig of a boss. He was forever making passes at her, and constantly touching her up. She’d had enough.

A friend had given her the number of someone that could help. Amanda was pretty skeptical but went along to humour her friend.

The man claimed to be a wizard and asked Amanda to flick through a magazine and pick out the woman she found the most sexually attractive.

He gave her a small vial of potion and told her to slip it into her bosses drink.

The next day she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. She slipped the potion into his coffee and brought it to his desk. Grabbing his tie she whispered in his ear that she’d give him a sexy treat later. The poor guy was so flustered he didn’t know where to turn.

Distracted by seemingly getting what he’d lusted after for months he drank his coffee without even noticing the slightly bitter taste.

The potion acted quickly and within minutes he had become a ravishing blonde. Reality had shifted. Amanda was now the boss, and he was now her new sexy secretary.

Amanda was true to her word. She found the new girl incredibly attractive and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It wasn’t long before they moved in together and they have been a couple ever since.

This was a whole new life, and the two girls had never been happier.

It had been an incredibly tough 9 months at his aunts. There had been tears and tantrums. He’d tried to fight what was being done to him, but eventually the hormone tablets and subliminal tapes had done their work and Andrew had finally cracked and Andrea had blossomed in his place.
And so it was that a much calmer, happier and well-behaved young girl waited at the bus stop to return home. Her mother would be so pleased at the transformation into the daughter she had always wanted.

The girl in the photo is the lovely Riley Shy.

Jenny was so happy. She had everything a girl could ask for. Her room was literally crammed with frills, and lace and lycra. Shoes, wigs and cosmetics covered every shelf and surface. Mummy and Daddy provided everything she could ever need. They looked after her and her older sister Susan so well. They were such lucky girls. She felt like a princess.

So why was there this nagging doubt in the back of her mind. Why did she sometimes think she’d once been a boy. That was silly. How could she possibly be a boy? She had lovely boobies that Mummy liked to play with. Boys didn’t have those. And boys have winkies. She definitely didn’t have a winkie. Not like Daddys. She had a pussy. Only girls have those. Susan liked to play with hers. She was a girl. How could she not be?

But sometimes she had a flash of a memory. Of a car crash? It was odd because she wasn’t allowed to drive. She couldn’t remember moving to this house either, but Mummy and Daddy told her it was because she’d bumped her head last year and had am-knee-sia or something. It meant she couldn’t remember things and her brain had got a little scrambled. Luckily Mummy and Daddy were doctors, and made her alright again. Wasn’t that lucky?

But she always remembered how much she liked clothes and shopping, and boys. She knew she could never have been a boy. That was impossible… wasn’t it?

So here it is, the big day. Since Brad proposed to me on Valentine’s Day Mum and I have been frantically planning the wedding. It’s been just over a year since we met, but I am certain that Brad is the man for me. He’s my soulmate, and between you and me, dear reader, the sex has been fantastic!

We told him about my past soon after we started dating seriously and he didn’t mind at all. He was fantastically supportive when I was sacked for punching Mr Jenkins when he grabbed my breasts, the dirty perv.

So here I sit in an amazing wedding gown waiting to marry the man I love. I can’t believe how my life has ended up. I am so thankful to my mum for starting the process to turn me into a girl. I don’t think things would have been so good had I stayed on the path I was following as a boy. I’d have ended up in jail, or worse. I am so much happier as a woman.

I’ll be sure to write a full report of the honeymoon when I get back!

Ok so here’s my latest weekly update and what a week it’s been!

I’m still finding my feet as a junior secretary. The work’s a little dull at times, but the people there are very friendly. Mr Jenkins on the 3rd floor has said he’s been really impressed with my work and that he’s going to try to get me moved up to be his personal secretary. Which sounds nice.

But the really exciting news is that I had a date! Mummy wouldn’t let me date anyone when I was at school, and I was always scared they discover my little secret. But now I don’t have a suprise in my panties I can relax.

Anyway, I’ve been getting friendly with one of the IT guys called Brad. He keeps coming by to fix my computer. I used to like playing with them when I was a boy, but now I’m happier to have someone else fix them for me. Brad finally asked me out for a drink on Wednesday evening. I had a fantastic evening and Brad was the perfect gentleman. At the end of the evening he kissed me and I just melted into his arms. Nothing else happened. I’m not the kind of girl to put it out on just the first date. But we’re going out again next week for dinner and I think I may let him get his wicked way with me…. I can’t wait!

13th October 2009

The last few weeks have been like a whirlwind for me Mummy said I was allowed to leave my journal
for a few weeks while I got better.

I’ve just got out of hospital. Mummy had arranged for me to have the operation that would finally
make me a real girl. They took away my boy bits and gave me a lovely pussy instead.

I can’t believe how happy I am to be complete. Had you told be 4 years ago that I’d grow up to be a pretty girl I’d have thought you were insane. But I have become so used to being girly I couldn’t see myself living any other way now.

To celebrate my homecoming my Mummy bought me the most gorgeous pink top and skirt. It fits me so well.

I’m such a happy girl.

Sunday 31st August 2008

Today was another day spent working as a maid at the big house down the road. I can’t believe I’ve
been here for 6 months now, since we moved into town.

The master of the house is a real old lech. He couldn’t resist peeking up my skirt when I bent down today. He’d get a shock if he realised I had a cock inside these lacy panties. Nobody around here realises I used to be a boy. I look so girly now even I wouldn’t believe it.

Mum has promised me that next year she’ll let me have the operation to make me a real girl. I never thought
I’d look forward to that day.

Monday 1st September 2008

First day of term at school. Another year has gone round so quick. It’s so much better than at my
last school because they only know me as a girl.

Mum still insists I have to dress as she tells me, but at least I don’t have to wear the frilly dresses
any more.

Today I wore a satin blouse and a tight leather skirt that acted as a corset. The hormones have
really given me a nice butt, and I just love to show it off. The stares I got from some of the boys
really made my day. Sally Jenkins called me a tramp and a slut today. Jackie stood up for me
though, told her she was jealous ‘cos I have better tits than she does. Which is true. Those
doctors did a fantastic job the other month.

Monday 19th March 2007

I can’t believe my mum is insisting I continue to write this journal. It’s bad enough that those
tablets she kept giving me have made me look more like a girl than a boy,but now she’s making
me wear dresses to school. And not just any old dresses too. She’s picked the frilliest dresses
she could find. I’m to take a photo every day and put it in this journal.

Tuesday 20th March 2007

Another day, another frilly dress. It’s just humiliating. Everybody laughs at me and calls
me a sissy. The boys just pluck my bra strap and try and look up my skirt to see what colour
panties I am wearing and the girls are too embarassed to let me sit near them.

I wish I could go back to wearing boy clothes but Mum says that I was always in trouble as a
boy and I am much better behaved now that I am a girl. I can’t be trusted to ever be
a boy again. It’s skirts and frills for the rest of my life.

A new Multi-Part story in 5 parts.. should take us nicely to Christmas Eve

Michelle packed up her clothes and waited for the taxi to take her and Jen to the train station. The vacation was over and it was time to return home.

This would be the real test for her. As Bobby she’d only lived in this town. And now she was moving 300 miles away. She’d really have to rely on Jen to help her find her way about.

Apparently she had a week before her college class started again. She was studying to become a nurse. And on weekends she worked in a bar. There was so much she didn’t know about the people in her new life. She hoped some of it would come to her naturally. Maybe she should try the fake amnesia trick she’d seen on a trashy soap opera one time. She giggled, That could be  worth a shot if it all went wrong.

But it was also nice to be starting  somewhere fresh. Where there were no memories of Bobby. This was to be a whole new start.

A whole new life.

The final part of the Coming Round story. Read all the earlier parts here.