tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38218209163086231472024-03-14T05:58:38.648-04:00Transgender JourneyA T-girl's journey of self-discovery into who she is through stories, journals and other things.Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-5263136673477893562014-02-18T22:14:00.003-05:002014-02-18T22:14:54.446-05:00Hi I am back.I have a new laptop and found a way to long onto this blog. Have to do it through ie explorer. I also have a blog now on tumblr. I am doing well. I am trying to stick to a low sodium diet and lose some weight I had gotten it down to 192 but it is back up. Joined a gym where I will do cardio/aerobic exercises per doctor's orders. I had him yell at me for not sticking to a diet. I am now not working and collecting disability. I enjoy it, because now I can do what I want without a doctor's appointment. Hope everyone who reads this is fine. I am going to try to update this more often. This is the only place where I can be who I really am. Take care.Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-2196468612009560042013-05-31T16:02:00.001-04:002013-05-31T16:02:17.529-04:00Summary of the latest.Had the procedure down May 13 and it went well. I am still healing from it but it is healing well. I have to see the doctor June 13 to cut my hours at work down to 20 hours per week so I can apply for disability. I need the guaranteed income to live and since I have Congestive Heart Failure I could get it.Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-15263455682958561232013-04-10T14:05:00.002-04:002013-04-10T14:05:23.964-04:00Latest news<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Went to the specialist today. He is going to implant the defibulator at the beginning of May. Good news is it needs only one wire. It will be a one day surgery at least. My infarction rate is about 20% and is not up to where they would be happy.</span>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-33336567153326799292013-03-21T21:07:00.002-04:002013-03-21T21:07:39.083-04:00A Very Special Valentine<br />
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">A
Very Special Valentine</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">by
Lesley Renee Charles</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
was getting ready for a date with my favorite Valentine, Ciaran. We
were getting real close since Christmas where I quite literally
crashed in front of his house. He let me stay there for at least a
week. I discovered that he was a sweet man, the first man I ever
dated as I was just discovering myself and who I wanted to be. It
did help that he loved us special girls albeit I was just starting on
my journey. This did not phase him a bit. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
was on my way to the lingerie store to buy something special for the
time after the date. We were quite close now, I enjoyed being with
him as he made me feel special. My family was still trying to come
to terms with me. We were at least on talking terms now, my father
finally realizing that he could not make a man out of me through
force or browbeating. Luckily for him, I had an older brother, so he
had a manly man son to be proud of. My mother was happy because she
finally got a daughter in me, since she had complications after my
birth and was unable to have more children. Of course, she wanted me
to be more girly than I was. I liked skirts and such, but in small
doses. Ciaran wanted me to be myself, express my femininity in my
own way. Did I say I was falling for him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">He
wanted to take me out to a special dinner tonight, wanting to discuss
whether to go on long time. I was hoping he would ask me to date him
long term. I felt like I had met my soul mate and was glad for that
accident in the snow storm. It brought a wonderful man in my life
and I was ready to see where it would go. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">While
I was out shopping I thought I would get a special outfit for
tonight, for the dinner itself. I wanted to find something that I
knew Ciaran would like but yet express myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
went from dress store to dress store when I finally found the perfect
dress for tonight. It hugged my padded curves nicely, I could not
wait for the hormones to start filling out my curves. I had finally
started them after I got home for the New Year. It was a red
cashmere knit dress that felt absolutely divine. It flattered me
very well, and my current auburn hair color. I admit I change my
hair color as the mood hits, sorry but I am young and foolish.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">Now
I had the dress, I had to find the perfect shoes to go with it.
Should I get red or black heels? Flats? I started to hit the shoe
stores looking for the right pair. I found a pair of red velvet
flats that perfectly matched the dress. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
went to the lingerie store last, where I found the perfect black and
red lace teddy. I could customize it if I wanted with a little heart
over the crotch. I decided to take a chance and get Ciaran's girl.
Hope he likes it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
rushed to get home so I could take my time getting ready for tonight.
Make myself special for that special guy. I took a nice leisurely
bubble bath, lavender scented, which made me feel very feminine. I
checked to make sure, my legs were nice and smooth. The rest I had
lasered, so I knew that was good. Thankfully my legs were fine. I
rubbed my hand down caressing the feel of the smooth skin. I washed
my hair in the sink, wrapping the towel turban styled to let my long
hair dry. I decided to set it in an updo. I figured that would look
sophisticated and would suit the style of the dress.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
next sorted out my underwear, choosing on a set of red lace. I
slipped on the panties, making sure I was tucked and out of the way.
I couldn't wait for the day when I no longer had the problem and yes
Ciaran was okay with it if I decided to have the surgery. He sad
that it was my decision not his, and would love me either way.
Didn't I say the guy was a keeper?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
then rolled up a pair of nude thigh high stockings. I loved the way
they hugged my legs. I thought my legs were my best feature. I felt
my face left a lot to be desired, of course, the man in my disagreed
with me. He always called me beautiful, of course I thought he was
delusional, but it still felt great. I then put my new shoes on
before slipping the dress over my head. </span>
</div>
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<br />
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
finished getting ready by putting on my war paint and then setting my
hair. Just in time as I heard a knock on my door.</span></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">Hello
beautiful. You take my breath away. That dress looks wonderful on
you.”</span></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">Hello
Ciaran, I had hoped you would like it, I bought it for tonight.”</span></div>
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</div>
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“<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">Speaking
of which, are you ready to go?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
acquiesed and he escorted me to his car, and helped me in. He got in
and started the engine. He drove until he came to one of the most
expensive restaurants in town. Also one of the more romantic ones
also.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">He
let the valet park the car as we walked to the main doors. </span>
</div>
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“<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">I
have reservations for Miller.”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">Right
this way Sir, Madam.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">We
were escorted to a table in a quiet secluded section of the
restaurant. I wondered, briefly, if he had arranged this.</span></div>
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<br />
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">We
sat down and ordered drinks, Sweet Tea for me and a Coke for him.
The waiter went off to get the drinks. We made small talk, catching
up on each other's day. It seemed to me he was nervous about
something.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">We
ordered our meals, continuing with the small talk. All of a sudden
Ciaran gave the waiter a signal. A plate was placed in front of me,
with a small box on it.</span></div>
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</div>
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“<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">Will
you be my wife?”</span></div>
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“<span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype, serif;">Yes,
I will, you make me so happy.”</span></div>
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Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-58626096929714373862013-02-01T20:29:00.001-05:002013-02-01T20:29:14.866-05:00Gender bender.Here is a cute little video clip of m2f and f2m, sort of. Hope you enjoy it.<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilRtW97fMqULesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-27137265400083021182013-02-01T20:04:00.002-05:002013-02-01T20:04:46.947-05:00Andrews SistersThe Andrews Sisters are one of my favorite music groups. I just found out today, that Patty Andrews, the Blonde lead singer, died Wednesday at the age of 94. Here is a video of her and her late sisters from the mid '40's.<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmjNIq49398Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-73860260190334336092013-01-28T07:42:00.000-05:002013-01-30T08:42:46.632-05:00New Taylor Jordan story of Fictionmania.Master Chirenon, I don't know if you know it but Taylor Jordan posted a new part to Nikki's story. I am going to have to take time and start reading it all over again to refresh it in my mind. Hope you enjoy it as you have stated that it is among your favorite stories.<br />
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http://www.fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=4398Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-52546560741536981942013-01-13T04:00:00.002-05:002013-01-13T04:00:41.936-05:00Winter Journey<div align="center">
<strong>Winter Journey<br />
by<br />
Lesley Renee Charles</strong></div>
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<strong> </strong>
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I got into my car and sped away from my family home. Just got into
another major fight with my father who could not accept me for who I am
but wanted me to fit into his ideal. I did not pay attention to the
gathering grey clouds or maybe I noted that they seemed to fit my mood.</div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
I thought that I would take a nice drive into the mountains and get
away from the problems in my life. I did try to pay attention to my
driving speed as I tend to have a lead foot, but at this particular
moment I did not need to have trouble with the police.</div>
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My little Volkswagen Beetle bug, all metallic blue of it, climbed
steadily up the side of the mountain when I started to notice that the
snow was falling quite heavily up in the mountain tops. I also noted
that the roads were getting slippery when I suddenly realize that I did
not have either snow tires or chains on my tires. It was taking all my
concentration not to either hit a tree or slip into a ditch.</div>
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All of a sudden a young buck appeared in the path of my car, so I
swerved to avoid him and ran into a deep ditch. As I hit the airbag in
my car, I slipped into unconciousness.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I felt a pair of strong arms, reach in and lift me from the wreckage
of my car and I felt movement as the stranger started to walk. I
slipped back into darkness as I again blacked out.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I regained consciousness slowly. I realized that there was a soft
downy feeling under my back. I could still hear the sounds of the
snowflakes hitting the windowpanes and I began to fear that the storm
was worse than I thought. It was Christmas Eve and I was sad that I was
going to miss spending it with my family.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"I see that you are finally awake." A baritone voice said by my
side. I looked up to see a tall, handsome man. He had blond hair and
appeared to be about thirty.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"I apoligize for barging in on your holiday. I did not realize that a
storm was approaching. I had a fight with my father and left."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
He chuckled. I lifted my arm up from under the covers when I
realized that I was not in my cream colored Angora sweater. I was now
in a silk nightgown of the palest lilac. I realized that my benefactor
must have undressed me and changed my attire. </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I also knew that he discovered my secret.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"My name is Chris." I told him, deliberately keeping to a gender neutral nickname.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"I am Ciaran and I am glad to meet you. I was taking some time away
from society and enjoying being by myself. But I am glad to have some
company for the holiday. I was out looking for a tree to decorate when I
saw you hit the ditch. I always wanted to be a Knight in shining armor
to a damsel in distress."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Did you find a tree? If so, I could help you decorate it."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Not yet, but now that I know that you are fine, I will go out again and get one before it gets dark."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
He turned to leave, as I started to get drowsy again. The fire in
the small cabin felt so nice and toasty as I slipped off to sleep again.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
About a half hour later, I heard the cabin door open.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Honey, I am home." I heard a voice say jokingly. As he came in
dragging a six foot tree behind him. "Let me get the tree stand set up,
then we can decorate the tree together. I was afraid that I was going
to spend the holiday by myself but I am glad to share the holiday with a
beautiful woman."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I got up carefully from the bed and made sure that the nightgown did not expose anything that I did not want to be seen.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"What was the fight with your father about?"</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"It concerned my not living to my father's expectations. Do you
think I could use your phone and call my mother? I don't want her to
worry about me."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"I would but unfortunately the storm as damaged the phone lines so I
am without phone until the storm stops. That also means that I cannot
call a mechanic to take a look at the damage to your car."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I walked over to where he set up the tree and looked through the
delicate glass ornaments that he had and started to hook them up and put
them on the fragrent pine tree.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
After the tree was done, we shared a delicious hot chocolate before
be both settled to sleep. Ciaran was a gentleman and let me take the
bed while he spread a blanket on the couch.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I got up the next morning, planning on getting the holiday meal
started. I figured this would be a good start to repaying Ciaran's
hospitality. I opened the refrigerator and saw the turkey. I took it
out, took it out of the wrapper and rinsed it under cold water in the
sink. I put it in a roasting pan I found in the cupboards. I then
rubbed olive oil over the sking and sprinkled Italian seasoning over
that. I turned the oven to preheat.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Next I found both white and sweet potatoes. I peeled them and cut them up. I put the white potatoes in with the bird.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I figured I would also get breakfast started, so I put on the coffee and then scrambled some egg whites.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Ciaran smelled the coffee and got up.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Good morning, I see you have been busy."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"I hope you don't mind but I love to cook." That was another thing
that my father got on me about. He was always trying to make me act
like a man.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"No, I don't mind. But do you want to open up your presents?"</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Sure, but I didn't plan on having anything."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
We walked over to the tree and he handed me a few packages. I opened
the first one up and it was a beautiful negligee in a pale lavender.
The next package had a pair of heeled slippers that matched, luckily in
my size. The last one had a silk dressing robe in a darker lilac shade.</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Where did you get these? I don't have anything to give you Ciaran."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
"That's all right, your being here is enough. I have lived by myself
since my life partner passed. As to where I got them, they were
Shelly's, my partner. She was a special girl just like you."</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
I went over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. I was wondering
if I was finally going to find the love and acceptance I needed my
whole life.</div>
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<a href="http://www.mcstories.com/WolfInTheNursery/WolfInTheNursery.html">http://www.mcstories.com/WolfInTheNursery/WolfInTheNursery.html</a>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-68376436672868700192012-11-23T11:29:00.003-05:002012-11-23T11:29:44.387-05:00Act like a boy 17<span lang=""><div align="CENTER">
Act Like a Boy or Else . . .</div>
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<div align="CENTER">
by Lesley Renee Charles</div>
</span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Chapter 17<br />
<br />
Alec's Story<br />
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I made it back to my room which during my absence my dad remade into the dream room of a teen-aged princess. The room was dominated by the canopied, four-posted bed with lilac bedcovers and the canopy in a matching shade of lilac. The walls were repainted in a nice delicate shade of lavender. The windows were framed by frilly white lace curtains.</div>
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There was a white mirrored vanity in the far corner, covered with all kinds of make-up. I shuddered at the sight of that knowing I would have to get used to my new feminine existance. I also began to wonder what my father had in store for me. Unbeknownst to me at the time, but I was later to find out, my father had requested the "judge" to have me legally known as a female with all the rights assigned. I was not to be allowed to use the men's room irregardless of what was between my legs. I was also only allowed to marry a man which I was soon to find out was already arranged as I was now the eldest daughter.</div>
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I made it to my new girly bed to rest and have a good cry. I just wanted to know why my dad was doing this to the family. I felt what I did did not warrant this punishment. </div>
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Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I got up and answered it and who I saw there startled me. It was my rival on the High School team and he had a bouquet of red roses. I wondered what he was up to.</div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY">
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"Hi Alice, I am here to explain your situation. Your dad needed a great deal of money to set up this place and he had already squandered your family's fortune. He came to me for a loan which I gave him with the provision that you Alec, now Alice was to become my wife. And yes I mean wife as in the traditional sense. You are to become a very feminine being. You will make your sister Michelle look butch. You will be in dresses and skirts, take care of my house and of course my needs. You are to be trained here in all these things, but especially in the arts of keeping a real man pleased.</div>
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"I think I will change your name to Alexandra. I don't like Alice. It will be done when you go before the judge and he changes your status to a legal female. I will court for a little bit but we will be married as soon as possible. I love the idea of you being in my care after how you always dominated me on the field. To tell you the truth, your father tried to resist my deal but he wanted this place where males are in total control that he agreed to make his son into a daughter. Now the only direct heir to your father is your youngest brother."</div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY">
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"Why are you doing this? Please let me go back to being Alec!"</div>
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"Alex is no more or that will be the case in a few hours when you see the judge. As to why, you loved to humiliate me when we played football. You loved to tease me about being gay so I decided to make you my girl. Besides I always had a crush on you and this seemed a good way to get back at you and look socialably acceptable. You will keep your manhood, but it will be caged in such a way as to make you sit and pee as your new situation demands. I can't wait to have you take care of my needs. </div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY">
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"I will be back later to escort you to the judge. Take care and dream sweet thoughts of me."</div>
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He turned and left me alone with my thoughts. I realized that it was wrong to tease Mark about his feelings for men. Now I knew I had to live with the consequences of my actions.</div>
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* * * * * *</div>
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My guards came to get me and led me before the judge. Mark changed his mind about coming to get me, rather he decided to meet me in the court room.</div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY">
"I have a petition here to Change Alec Martin Smith to Alexandra Mary Smith. It has now been granted. Alexandra you now have all the rights and privilidges of a legal woman. You now can marry a man and it is legal. You now can only use the ladies room and will be treated like any other woman.</div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY">
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<div align="JUSTIFY">
"Mark Alan Chatham, you have petitioned this court to marry Alexandra Mary Smith. It will be done in two weeks time. You have agreed to protect and care for her, provide a home for her. And Alexandra your duties will be to take care of your husband's house and welfare for the rest of your life. I have the papers here where your father agreed to this marriage by accepting Mark's dowry. Court is dismissed."</div>
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<div align="JUSTIFY">
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I turned and left to start my new life, with all aspects of my old life gone for good.</div>
</span>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-68726953579716897762012-10-05T08:16:00.002-04:002012-10-05T08:16:33.542-04:00Lesley GoreHere is a clip from the TAMI show, of my inspiration for my name.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0y1Rr5kPII&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0y1Rr5kPII&feature=related</a>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-81266254861251251162012-09-17T20:23:00.000-04:002012-09-17T20:23:08.598-04:00Heart AttackFor those of you who were wondering about my lack of presence in two weeks. I had a heart attack on Sunday, August 26 but unfortunately didn't realize it and didn't go in to the hospital until four days later. Luckily the tests should my valves active and most of my heart was ok it was just in bottom middle. It was recommended that I have a quintuple bypass surgery. I was dispatched home today. I am still on the mend and really on all the prayers and well wishes sent my way.Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-12253446232346191622012-07-02T20:34:00.002-04:002012-07-02T20:34:24.963-04:00Act like a boy or else . . . Chapter 16<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
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<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 16</div>
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Alec</div>
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I had to get used to wearing the
women's clothes. I also discovered make-up on a vanity in my new
room which was redecorated along feminine lines.
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My bodyguards came to fetch me after I
was dressed in my new clothes, they also told me my dad instructed
them to treat me like any other female and that he requested another
meeting with me so he could tell me my new role. It occurred to me
that I was now a female in my dad's eyes and wondered if he was going
to give me the same treatment as Michelle. I hoped not because I
knew that I was a man through and through.</div>
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</div>
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My dad bid me to enter his suite.</div>
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“Sit Alec, I know you are wondering
why I brought you back here. I see you are getting used to your new
clothes and room. I have decided that from now on you are to dress
and act like a female, but you will not become on, just treated as
one. I have found and arranged a marriage for you to a man who wants
you to be dressed and treated like a woman, but will still be male
although your penis will be locked up in a chastity device. This
will be done tomorrow as will your lessons in behaving like a woman.
You will be the bottom in the relationship. You will meet your
fiance in a week. I have his list of demands on how you are to
behave and will instruct you later so that you comply to his wishes.
Your role is to please your man. He wants you to behave as a
traditional housewife and will be taught how to cook, clean and run
the house.”</div>
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</div>
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“Dad, I don't want to do this, I want
to go back to being myself.”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Sorry, daughter it is too late.
Everybody here is going to treat you like to woman you are now, even
if not physically. Your name is now Alice. I think that will suit
you in your new life. Now I have to get ready because your sister
Michelle is on her way.”</div>
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</div>
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I was dismissed and went back to my
room to ponder my fate.</div>
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</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-44845091981807556682012-05-27T18:57:00.003-04:002012-05-27T18:57:33.015-04:00Act like a boy 15<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 15</div>
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<b>Alec</b></div>
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</div>
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I grew up watching Mike my younger
brother being miserable. He was always very girly and I knew that he
should have been born a girl. He prefered playing with girl toys and
was almost always hanging out with the girls in the neighborhood as
long as my dad was not around. My dad wanted his sons to be all boys
and be tough and aggressive. I was all boy in most things and loved
to play sports but my mom also taught me to respect women and girls
and treat them as I would any person, and not treat them like
second-class citizens.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I grew up and started working at my
dad's company. He treated me all right but I hated the way that he
treated Mike. My dad was constantly trying to force Mike to be a
guy. I could see that Mike tried to give my dad what my dad wanted
but his heart was not in it. I tried to encourage Mike to be
Michelle and to be happy. I loved my brother and if he would be
happier as my sister then I was fine with that.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
About a year or so ago, I noticed my
father was starting to act strange. He was gone for long periods of
time. He really started to treat my mom like nothing more than an
object that was there to satisfy his needs. I really started to hate
him for that. He treated Mike just like he treated mom, so I was
starting to suspect something.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Then about a week or so ago, Mike
disappeared and my dad was not concerned about that. I wondered what
my dad was up to. I was suspicious that he knew what happened to
Mike. A few days after Mike disappeared my dad moved us to this
underground bunker. My dad was now treated like a king. He had all
kinds of young studs around him. The few women and girls there were
there were treated like servants and nothing more. My dad had always
believed that women belonged in the home taking care of the man in
her life.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
A few days after we moved into the
bunker, I ran into a beautiful girl who looked familiar to me. After
a few minutes I recognized my new sister, Michelle. She looked so
happy and she reassured me she was although Dad was forcing her to do
this. I liked the results but hated his methods. I decided to see
him about some financial irregularities I had discovered.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I marched into his office and
confronted him about it. What I didn't realize was that he knew I
found out about his embezzling and had changed the books. He
ambushed me and made me dress as a woman. He told me that was
because he knew I was curious about it, but I knew he was lying. He
told me that I better get used to it, because he wanted me to be a
sissy for a little while. While I was there, he had someone
convincing my girlfriend to dump me, that I wanted to bottom to men
and that I was really a homosexual and that my dad was having me
dress as a girl to learn my proper place.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I got back to my room and saw that all
my clothes were changed into the female equilivent. I realized that
my dad was out to transform me like he transformed my brother/sister.
I only hope that I could find a way not to surrender.</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-22367412572995006092012-05-17T23:00:00.001-04:002012-05-17T23:00:15.878-04:00Donna SummerClassic video from a classic performer who has passed away.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-Gz3XihwOg">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-Gz3XihwOg</a>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-84864339433455832942012-05-15T22:17:00.002-04:002012-05-15T22:17:09.795-04:00Act like a boy 14<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 14</div>
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</div>
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As the woman who was once my father was
saying all this, I could not help but feel skeptical of her insights
and motivations. I felt like she was saying these things but did not
mean what she said.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“If your children's well being was so
important to you, why did you make my journey into womanhood one way?
What would have happended if I did not like it and wanted to go back
to being a man?”</div>
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</div>
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“Hmph, you were never much of a man
my dear. You were always such a sissy. I was ashamed to be your
father. If I had my way I would have sent you to military school.
They would have made a man out of you or killed you in process.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I always tried to convince you that
you had it better being a man. But you insisted on acting like a
girl and now see what it gets you. I was kind of hoping that you
would have opted to go the man route. I was so ready to convert you
into a gay bottom. I would love to have seen you dressed as a twink
bottom at the mercy of a more dominant male top. Matter of fact you
would have still been partnered with the man I have in mind to be
your husband. He is bisexual so it would not matter either way.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Besides I never said I was doing it
for your well being. But I see you see through like you always did.
You are too much like your mother.”</div>
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</div>
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“Thank you, I will take that as a
compliment.”</div>
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</div>
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“I may go the gay male bottom route
with Alec as his real punishment. Convince him that he is gay and
submissive to men. That may take a lot of his cockiness out of him.
You know he is totally straight and had no curiousity about being a
woman. I lied to you about that.”</div>
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</div>
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Out of the corner of my eye I could see
my mother standing there listening to what my erstwhile father was
saying. She walked over to my father and slapped him hard across the
face.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“You Bastard or is that Bitch now
that you are in your original body. Must say I like the look. I
will not have you do to Alec what you are planning. Michelle, I had
no problems with because she was always a girl even though you tried
to beat that out of her.”</div>
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</div>
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“You always did try to make a sissy
out of Michael. You should have encouraged him to be a male since it
is so much better to be a male.”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“For that comment, I am glad that
they threw out the male restorative for you. There is no going back
to the man you were. Matter fact I just texted them to throw out all
of the male serum. There is no more available right now, so welcome
to womanhood. Ha Ha Ha.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-22020355101037646952012-05-13T16:53:00.002-04:002012-05-13T16:53:15.650-04:00Act like a boy 13<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 13</div>
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After about fifteen minutes, my dad
started to regain consciousness.
</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I feel strange. What did you do to
me Michelle?”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I just gave you a taste of your own
medicine, Dad or should I say Mom?”</div>
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</div>
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My dad got up and walked over to a
mirror and gave out a piercing scream.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Michelle, let me see what you
injected me with.”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I handed my dad the bottle.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Oh my God, that is my original DNA.
You have given me back the body I had 20 years ago.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“What do you mean Dad? Weren't you
always a male?”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I was born a female, Michelle. Like
you I always felt that I was born the wrong sex. In my case, I
always wanted to be a boy. I grew up looking like a butch lesbian
which is what I was. I met your mother who is bisexual, but
gravitated more to women and we fell in love. I always wanted to
play football, so when I went to college, I lied and told them I was
a guy so that I could play it. I bound my breasts and stuck a sock
in a tight pair of briefs and got away with it. I became very good
at the sport. I was always very masculine acting and was easily
accepted as a bloke.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Your mother was always the more
feminine one. After I graduated college I went to work for your
grandfather in his pharmaceutical lab. I made the discovery of the
two serums you know about. One day I decided to test the male
formula on myself and become the man you know as your father. But
before injecting myself I made the back up formula with my original
DNA, which you now have injected me with. Boy, will your mother be
surprised and pleased she did like me better like this.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I will have to stay like this until
my body stabilizes. I guess I did get too caught up in exhibiting
typical male behavior. I am very sorry that I got too caught up in
that male chauvenistic behavior. Thank you for trying to help me
out, but please next time don't just inject people with substances
you don't know about, you could have killed me.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“As for Alec, maybe I should have
explained to you that he is denying that he has some attraction to
men and to women's clothes. I realize now that he don't like wearing
women's clothes and will take that off. I will talk to him about his
feelings for other males and encourage him to explore that side.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I realize that I came down heavy on
all of you, but especially you Michelle. I really did not want for
you to go through what I did so I tried to force masculinity on you.
Are you happier now? If so, I would like to help you to develop into
a fine young woman. Besides you will have to help me develop my
feminine side for the next month or so. Deal?”</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-14744737200366553072012-05-12T10:22:00.002-04:002012-05-12T10:22:51.258-04:00Act like a boy 12<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 12</div>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I am on my way to the medical suite to
be injected with the female serum. I am looking forward to the
transformation. I assume that it is to be a slow process what with
my DNA being changed. It was my understanding, and this is from what
the doctor told me, that the serum changes all my Y chromosomes to an
X by adding the missing piece. This ensures that my personality will
not be changed so who I am now will be who I will be when finished.
The only thing different will be my physical sex.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I also formulated a plan to take care
of my dad. I think he needs a shot of the female juice to see what
it is like for the other half and then maybe he will have a better
appreciation of females and the way they are treated. I planned on
swiping some of the serum when the doctor's back was turned and since
I had a meeting with my dad later today, inject him with it. I hoped
that this would give him an understanding of women through firsthand
knowledge.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I made into the doctor's office and
took a seat in the waiting room. While waiting there, I planned in
my head what I will do. I know that my father may be quite upset
with me, but I prayed and hoped that he would forgive me. I know
that this a drastic undertaking but if my father is left unchecked he
could do a lot of damage to the way society is.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I was called into the office and set
down. The doctor asked me if I still wanted to proceed forward. I
readily replied that I was indeed ready and willing. He rolled up my
sleeve and swabbed my arm with alcohol to sterilize it.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I watched him reach into the cabinet,
which I noticed he did not keep locked, and pull out a pink labeled
bottle. There were lots of both blue and pink labeled bottles, so I
figured out that a pink label was for the female transformation and
the blue label was for the male.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The doctor then picked up one of the
syringes lying on the table next to me. He then filled the syringe
with the serum and injected it into my arm. I felt a slight prick
and after a few minutes I started to feel a warm flush.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Your changes will take about a week,
but in a few days you should start to notice a few changes. For
example your penis will start to shrink and then start changing into
a vagina. You will also notice your breasts start developing.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Doctor, there is an emergency and
you are needed in Room 5!” The medical assistant yelled.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I will be back in a few minutes. I
need you to stay here for about an hour so that I can make sure there
are no complications.” He said as he left me alone in the room.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Now was my chance. Getting up
carefully as I still felt a little woozie, I reached into the medical
cabinet and grabbed a pink labeled bottle from the back so that it
would take a while for the doctor to notice one was missing. I saw
that there were syringes in there too, so I grabbed one of them too.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My handbag was lying on the top of the
counter so I quickly put the bottle and syringe in there and made it
back to the exam table. Just in time as I heard the door open and
the doctor reentered the room.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
After staying there for another hour
the doctor told me to go back to my room and to try to rest as much
as possible for the next day.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I made back to my room and decided to
nap until 7 pm which was when I was scheduled to see my father. I
did hope I could get him to relax Alec's punishment but I doubted he
would go for it. While he was fuming I would quickly inject him and
hopefully he would not realize what I had done. I decided it would
be quicker if I had the needle all ready to go so I took care of
that. I also put some of my cotton squares and a bottle of rubbing
alcohol in my bag. I was ready to go.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I made my way down to my father's suite
and he admitted me.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Dad, is there anyway you could stop
the humiliation of Alec? I am sure that he has learned his lesson.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“NO! And one more word from you
about and he will learn how to live as a pretty delicate girl.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I wisely kept my mouth shut as my dad
started his tirade about ungrateful children who treated their
parents with disrespect. While he was flailing his arms in my face I
took my spportunity and injected him.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
All of a sudden he passed out as I
noticed him rapidly change into a young, beautiful woman.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
What did I do? It wasn't supposed to
happen that fast.</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-27077438020956960672012-05-11T11:24:00.002-04:002012-05-11T11:24:22.683-04:00Act like a boy 11<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 11</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I made it back to my room with mixed
feelings. On one hand, I was glad that I was going to have the body
I always wanted, but at the same time, I was wondering why did my
father want it permanent for me? Was it out of love for me, that he
wanted what was best for me or was it just another way for him to
control me? I did hope it was more out of the first but feared that
it was more from the latter.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I was also worried about Alec. I knew
that he must be deeply humiliated to be dressed like the way he was.
I wondered what happened to get him into that mess and I wondered if
I could try and talk to my father to get him to change his mind
regarding Alec's punishment.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Upon arriving back in my room, I sent
Max to my father's suite with a request for an audience. I found out
that this was the only way I could see him unless he requested me. I
guess my father set himself up as a king, but he is going to have to
mellow out a little bit if he don't want to lose his supporters,
especially those of the female persuasion.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I decided to change into a more casual
skirt and t-shirt combination so that I could unwind from the crazy
hectic day I had. I also had to start my fasting for the procedure
tomorrow so all I could have was water and jello. I picked up my
phone and called the dining room to request that some be brought to
my room.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
There was a knock at the door. I
opened it to see Alec there.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Can we talk, sis?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Sure, bro. Are you still my bro?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I may look like a guy in a dress,
but I can assure you that dad has no thoughts of changing his oldest
son. He decided to have you become a girl because that is always how
you acted and also mom convinced him that it was in everybody's best
interests. She told him that Michael would never be what you
consider a man to be.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Alec, how are you holding up? Do
you want me to try to reason with dad?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“You can try. I am getting an idea
of what a woman has to go through worrying about skirts. Heels are
torture. I definitely am going to treat my girlfriend way better.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I am so glad to hear that Alec. I
am also so glad that you are not extreme like dad.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“How could I be with mom's loving
guidance. She did not want to turn out brutish sons. She tried to
keep us away from dad as much as possible and under the influence of
gentlemen.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“What happnened to get you in this
situation?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I found out that there was some
funny business in the books and tried to get dad to surrender control
to me. I did not realize that in the meantime he covered it so that
I had nothing to blackmail him with. He decided to take me down a
peg so for the next three months, I am to dress and be treated like a
woman. I have also been demoted to a secretary. Actually I will be
dad's secretary for the time being. If I misbehave in anyway then he
will extend the time. He just does not want my body altered like he
has scheduled for you. I think he is planning something big and you
are going to be a good part of it.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I think you are quite right, Alec.
That is what scares me. I think he has arranged a political marriage
for me to further his agenda.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Well Michelle, I have to go now, I
am getting hungry. Rest and I hope everything goes well for you
tomorrow. I love you and do not want anything bad to happen to you.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Take care, Alec.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
With that he left me to rest and
prepare for tomorrow.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-22774813550432052092012-05-09T19:59:00.000-04:002012-05-09T19:59:04.981-04:00Act like a boy 10<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 10</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Upon entering the classroom I noticed
besides the instructor I was the only other person there. Guess
there are not too many women in my father's kingdom. No surprise
there. We need to get my father into the new millennium.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The instructor introduced herself as
Penny Brown and begin her lecture. I could see that I was not the
only one who did not like this topic. I could tell her heart was not
in it.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The lecture made as much impression on
me as rain on glass. Finally it was over and I was preparing to
leave when Ms. Brown called me over.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I see he is transforming one of his
own sons.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Yes, but I was transgendered to
begin with so I wanted this change. Of course, I don't agree with
his views of women and wish he could soften it up.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I am glad for you. This change is
not what I wanted and I would like to go back to being a male. He
makes sure that I am the submissive one with a strong man. I would
love to get my hands on the other serum.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I can see what I can do. I know
what gender dysphoria can do to you.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“See you tomorrow for the next
session. What do you have next?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Lessons on makeup and hair. My dad
wants me to be girly-girl.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My guys came to escort me to the next
lessons. I asked them if there was a way I could get a message to my
brothers. I was seriously afraid for them.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I was told that I would see them for
lunch in an hour.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My mind was barely on my lessons as I
was distracted by worrying about my older brother. I was afraid that
he was meeting my dad and was in serious trouble.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
* * * * *</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I was seated at a table for
lunch when I saw Alec walk in. He was wearing a skirt and blouse.
But that was all, he looked very much a man in women's clothes.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Alec what happened?”</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Dad is making me wear
women's clothes until I come to my senses. If I cross him one more
time, it is the female serum for me. I have got to get back to male
clothes. But if he catches me in them, it is a trip to womanhood for
me. By the way, he wanted me to tell you that you are scheduled for
the serum tomorrow and for you he is making it irreversable. You be
a woman forever.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“That doesn't bother me,
what bothers me is his old-fashioned notions. I have got to find a
way to mellow him out and get things back to normal.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“I will help you as much
as I can Michelle, but I think he will keep a sharp eye on me and our
younger brother.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Alec, I promise I will
not let him change you against your will. Even if I have to give the
serum to him instead.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
We finished lunch and then I
was off again to see the physician. I realize that now he is getting
me ready for the serum tomorrow. I cannot wait to become the woman I
was meant to be.
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Michelle, your father has
okayed you for the serum tomorrow. Let me explain what it does. It
changes your DNA to what it would have been if you were born female.
You will slowly loose your male features as it starts to work. It
will change your body over to female. You will lose your male
genitals as they switch over to the female ones. You will be fully
functional as a female when it is done. Your father has also told me
to make it permanent which I have done. You will be unable to use
the male serum. If you try to it may kill you.”</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-74655034732297065472012-05-08T11:41:00.002-04:002012-05-08T11:41:43.418-04:00Act like a boy 9<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 9</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The next morning I awoke early and went
to take a shower in my private bathroom. Then I went to get dressed.
“What to wear for my first day of lessons.” I opted for
something casual and comfortable, so I chose a black skirt and a baby
blue top to go with it.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
About an hour later, Max, Chris and
Alex came to escort me, first to breakfast and then to my first
class. This class was according to my schedule to be female
submission 101. My blood was starting to boil with just the title
alone. Somehow I just knew I was not going to get through this
lecture demurely.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
At breakfast, my mother and brothers
saw me and called me over.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“You are looking great my daughter.
Are you happy now that you are on the path to being the girl you
always wanted to be. I always knew you were struggling with gender
issues. I had hoped that you could confide in me. I will help you
to become the girl you want to be. I know that you are going to have
some hard times still with your father. I wish there was some way to
modify his behavior. I have put up with it for too long.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Alec said, “I am so glad to see you
become who you were meant to be. I know that dad made your life very
difficult trying to force you to fit his standards of masculinity. I
too, always knew that was not what was meant for you. I will try and
be there for you as much as possible, sis. I also think you cut a
beautiful figure as a girl. Mom there may be a way to cut dad down
to size. I know of some irregularities in his books and may be able
to take control from him. I also have some ideas on how to give him
a better understanding of women and what it will feel like if he was
in the role of what he considers to be the perfect woman. Just give
me a little time to implement my plans.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Carl came over to me and gave me a
reassuring hug. “I, too, accept you as my beautiful older sister
and will try to give you all the support and love that you will need
from me. I only wish that dad could accept you for yourself and not
try to change you to fit his bizarre notions of femininity. Alec I
will support you in whatever you decide to do to dad. He needs to
learn that he can't control everybody and make them do his bidding.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My time spent with my family, minus my
dad of course, helped me to find the strength within myself to start
being the person I want to be. I think I can finally admit that I
enjoy being dressed up like I am now and always felt that I was born
the wrong sex. Maybe in a very strange way my dad was helping me to
develop into what I wanted. I just don't know if I can put up with
his antiquated notions of men and women.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
All to soon, breakfast was over and my
guys escorted me down the corridor to the classroom section. They
led me to the door to the class.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Michelle, we will be back when the
lecture is over. I know that this class will be hard for you. Just
remember the instructor is being coerced to say what your father
wants. She was once your father's male rival whom he transformed
into the submissive woman before you. I know this because I saw it
done and it was not a pretty sight. This incident is what keeps most
of us in check.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
This statement scared me. I was now
beginning to get very afraid of what may be in store for me. I was
starting to view my father as a very crazed individual bent on world
domination. I somehow felt that he was not going to stop with just
this little secret group. I hoped that Alec was right and could stop
him. I was also fearing what might happen to my brother if he failed
given what my dad did to his rival.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-60560028849087761962012-05-07T12:36:00.000-04:002012-05-07T12:36:15.685-04:00Act like a boy 8<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 8</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
I guess I should fill you in on my
family. I am the middle son, I guess now the only daughter of my
parents. I have an older and younger brother who fit the more
stereotypical role of male. I was always on the more delicate and
feminine side which of course drove my father.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My father, Samuel Smith, is a man's
man. He likes to workout in the gym. He loves to fix and repair
cars. He is into Football, Baseball and Soccer. He played them
while he was in school. He built up a very well-known chemical
company which is how he made his billions. He has enough money to
buy most of the world's governments if he chose. As you can tell he
has very old-fashioned opinions on the roles of men and women. He is
usually loud and overbearing and usually gets his way. I hope to
change that somewhat especially with what he has planned for the new
feminine me. I don't mind becoming a full female, in fact I think
that I really will enjoy that. I just don't want to be totally
dependent and submissive to any man. I want to be an equal partner
to him and share our lives together. I want to be loved and
respected and not seen as just the help.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My mother, Rose Smith, is a lovely,
maternal woman. I am very close to her as I took after her
physically. I am small and slender like her. We are also a lot
alike personality wise except that my mother tries to be subservient
to my father. I know it bothers her but my father has her so
browbeat and intimidated that she doesn't fight back. Don't get me
wrong my father has not hit her, but he does tend to use a little
verbal intimidation when necessary. On the sly, my mother has taught
her sons to respect and treat women better than my father does. This
has been successful with my brothers and me. I am a strong proponent
for equal rights and always treated women with the respect they
deserve.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My older brother, Alec Smith, is your
typical 22 year old male. He played Football and Baseball in high
school and college. He is 6'4” and very muscular in build. He has
a wonderful girlfriend whom he treats with respect and they are
equals. This part drives my father crazy but as Alec is all man, my
father lets it go. I wonder how Alec fits in with my dad's new
kingdom. Alec graduated from college with a business degree. He is
the vice-president in my dad's company.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
As for me, as you already know, I am
slight in build and can easily pass for a woman. Ever since I could
remember I used to wonder what it was like to be born a girl. That
was something I tried to hide from my dad, but I guess he caught on.
I loved to play with dolls and had quite a few girls I grew up with
that I played with their toys. When I was in my teens I used to
sneak into my mother's closet and try on her clothes. I loved to
wear them and loved her high-heeled shoes. When I got my own
apartment, I did start to buy my own feminine clothes that I loved to
wear. I was asexual in my feelings to others. I really do not care
about sex which drove my father crazy as I did not go out on dates.
My father hates to see men act unmanly and feels that if they can't
act like a man they should become a woman.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
My younger brother, Carl Smith, is
sixteen and still in high school where he is Captain of the Football
team. He has a girlfriend whom he also treats like a queen. He is
6' and still growing. He can devour an entire table full of food and
go back for more. He is more quiet than my other brother but still
likes to tinker with tools.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-49117044842872248202012-05-05T21:48:00.002-04:002012-05-05T21:48:48.082-04:00Act like a boy 7<br />
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<b>Act like a Boy or else
…</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Chapter 7</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</div>
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My group of escorts led me down the
corridor to the dining room. We entered a great big room filled with
heavy antique mahogany furniture. There was a great big table in the
center that sat at least thirty people. My escorts told me that was
for formal occasions. There were several smaller tables that were
clustered around the big table.</div>
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I was led to a table that was more
towards the center of the room. One of the men held out my chair and
pushed me in, like a gentleman would. I was told that because of my
busy day we were eating late so I missed out on meeting the other
people that were living here.</div>
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“Princess Michelle, I guess since we
are your security detail maybe we should introduce ourselves. I am
Chris Lewis, maybe you remember me from school?”</div>
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“Weren't you very slight of build and
kind of a nerd?”</div>
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“Yes, that was me. I chose the manly
path that your father offered and this is the result. I am now
muscular of build and get stronger every day. All of us here, chose
that path and are glad of our new bodies.”</div>
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“How did my father accomplish that,
the results are amazing. I think you have also gained a few inches
in height?”</div>
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“We don't know, he has developed some
secret formulas. One will make whoever takes it a man and one that
makes whoever takes it a woman. You may have to take the second one,
if you father wants you to.”</div>
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“I will take that if I want to and
not if and when my father forces me to. I am my own person.”</div>
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“Hi, my name is Max, I am Chris'
older brother and I was a lot like him in build and manner.”</div>
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“Hi Max, great to meet you.”</div>
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“Hi Princess Michelle, I am Alex
Smith. The Alex used to be short for Alexandra.”</div>
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“You are a woman?”</div>
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“Oh no, not anymore. The first serum
makes you a male in all aspects. Like you, I always felt that I was
born the wrong sex. I was miserable until your father offered me
this choice. I am now so happy being a male. You make a beautiful
woman and by tomorrow you should legally be a woman.”</div>
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“What do you mean?”</div>
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“I mean your father has petitioned to
court to have you considered legally a woman. What that means is
that you will be a female and treated as one. If and when you marry
you will be the bride. Also you can legally marry a male.”</div>
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The introductions to my detail were
completed. I had three muscular and very handsome hunks taking care
of me now.</div>
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“Guys, one thing I want you to stop
doing is calling me Princess. I see myself just as an ordinary
person.”</div>
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“All right Michelle, we will drop the
use of your title. But you should also know that your father is
planning a ceremony to have you recognized as his daughter and be
called Her Royal Highness. He is also arranging your marriage to
another male from another group who believes as your father does.”</div>
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“What do you mean?”</div>
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“Well, I mean that you will be
considered his wife and as your father feels women are not capable of
deciding things for themselves, you will submit to your husband and
receive his seed. He will also take over your titles.”</div>
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“Do you mean I become his property?
Whatever happened to Equal Rights for Women? I am going to have such
a talk with my dear dad.”</div>
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“Well you can only do that if he
calls for you.”</div>
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I finished dinner in a definite bad
mood.</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-28984153769199630872012-04-28T13:37:00.001-04:002012-04-28T13:37:56.006-04:00Act like a boy 6<br />
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<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
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Chapter 6</div>
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After lying on my bed for a few
minutes, I decided to explore my new bedroom.</div>
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I walked over to the vanity and gazed
at the vast area of make-up and perfumes on the top. The cushion of
the white chair was a very pale lilac, fitting in with the overall
color scheme of the room.</div>
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I walked over the bureau and looked
through the drawers. There was a wide variety of lingerie, skirts
and tee shirts, more than was bought today. It made me wonder how
long my father was planning this transformation for me. I really
don't mind dressing as a woman, but I did resent the fact that a lot
of the current decisions were forced on me. I think I need to talk
to my father about his high-handed treatment of me.</div>
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I then went to the huge walk-in closet.
There were a lot of dresses and skirted suit sets hanging in there.
There was also about a hundred pairs of shoes there. None with less
than a 3 inch heel though. I definitely have to talk to my father
about that. Heels are very uncomfortably after a period of time and
it would be nice to have a pair of flats or two, for comfort sake.
Maybe if more men wore women's clothes they would appreciate all the
torture women go through.</div>
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I noticed the photos of me throughout
my childhood were displayed throughout the room. But there was
something different about them. It took me a few seconds to realize
that they were alter to show me as being raised as a girl. It seemed
to me that my dear father was trying to eliminate all traces of
Michael from existence.</div>
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I dread tomorrow when my first lessons
on feminine behavior and deportment start. I had a small idea of
what my father had in store for me and really did not want to be
subjected to his exaggerated view of feminine behavior. I really was
starting to dread my decision to wear the gaff. But the only
alternative for me in this situation was to be a gay male bottom,
which I feared may have been just as bad. I wonder if my dad had
another room set up for me with that theme or did he only plan on me
taking the female option?</div>
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I remember growing up with him and his
trying to force me to be overly macho. He cringed every time I shed
a tear. He tried to force me to play football, which I really
abhorred. I was never what my dad would consider a typical boy. I
was always on the quiet side. I preferred to play with girls as
their quiet nature and ready acceptance of others was quite
acceptable to me. I loved to play house with them and play with
their dolls. Sometimes, I think it would have been better if I had a
brother so that dad could have had his manly son and left me alone.</div>
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My father was always a very manly man.
I think he resented the fact that his son was very effeminate. My
dad was away from home a lot growing up, so that may explain why he
had the time to set up this traditional male dominant group. Knowing
his beliefs like I do, I dreaded how submissive I could end up.</div>
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My troop of men, came to get me to
escort me to dinner for my first meal out of captivity. Well at
least I was no longer caged. Or was I?</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821820916308623147.post-16480732027568687612012-04-27T12:23:00.002-04:002012-04-27T12:23:19.092-04:00Act like a Boy 5<br />
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<b>by Lesley Renee Charles</b></div>
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Chapter 5</div>
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“Well my daughter, for that is what
you are and what you will remain, I am the Master here. Your fate
lies in my hands.”</div>
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“Dad, why have you done this to me
your own flesh and blood son?”</div>
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“You were always a disappointment to
me. You always acted girlish and had no interest in football,
baseball and other manly pursuits. You also were a failure at
picking up girls. I was deeply ashamed by your unmanly behavior. So
I decided you would be my first experiment in my new order. I want
to go back to when men were men and were the heads of the household.
If a man cannot live up to that then he has a choice to be somewhat
manly and be considered a gay bottom. If he can't make that cut then
he will become a woman, legally as well as physically.”</div>
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“Does that mean that I cannot go back
to being a man gay or otherwise?”</div>
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“That is what I mean my dear
daughter. You will begin training to act like a woman from now on.
Given your past behavior that shouldn't be too hard for you. You
will learn all the tricks to running a home and keeping your man
satisfied. I think you will make some man a great wife.”</div>
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“What if I don't want to marry a man?
What if I am still attracted to women?”</div>
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“Don't make me laugh. I don't think
you were ever attracted to women. I wish you would start to be
honest with yourself, my dear girl. Your mother told be about your
stash of Playgirl magazines, so I know that you are attracted to men.
Your mother has also mentioned to me that she thinks you have gone
through her lingerie. Also, you chose the gaff, no one made you wear
it. You could have stopped your feminization at any time. You went
along with it and I must say that you make quite a lovely woman.”</div>
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“You view women as less superior than
men then?”</div>
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“No, I do not. It is my goal that if
a physical born woman acts like a man, then she will become a he.
You have met a few of them, as some of your escorts are female to
male transformees.”</div>
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“So there is no hope for me to go
back to being your son?”</div>
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“No, you are now my daughter in my
mind and will be treated with the rights and respect due a woman.
Now this conversation is finished. You will be taken back to your
new bedroom. Also your new name is Michelle Marie Smith and you will
never be called Michael Mark Smith again. As you can see I have
feminized your old male name. Hope you like it Michelle, if not oh
well.”</div>
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I was led back down the corridor to
where my cage used to be. It was now a furnished bedroom, with a
canopied bed. There was a vanity set in one corner. All the
furniture was painted a very feminine white. The walls were painted
in a lilac color. The bed was covered with a lavender bedspread.</div>
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I threw myself on the bed and started
to cry. I could not believe that my own father betrayed me like
this. I knew I was a disappointment to him as he was a very
masculine man, but to go so far and feminize me into his daughter. I
wondered how far he was going to take it. I wondered if I could find
a way out of this horrible situation.</div>
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Yes, to be truthful to myself, I did
try on my mother's clothes and found I loved the feel of them. I
also am attracted to men. I did not know that my father knew this,
but now I can see that maybe that fueled his plans for me.</div>
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I guess my dad feels if you can't have
the masculine son you want turn him into your very feminine daughter.</div>Lesley Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08229169229823663416noreply@blogger.com2