♥Ashley takes her first steps into womanhood and discovers herself.♥

I awoke the next day to a knock at the door. Dr.Crusher walked in with a clipboard in one hand and a coffie in the other, my dad walked in behind him.

"So, I hear you've picked yourself a name" Dr.Crusher said in that over enthusiastic voice every doctor uses with young patients.

"Yes, I have,   it's Ashley" I said as I sat up in my bed and winced, my bladder was on the verge of bursting!

"I know that face, It seems the anesthesia has finally worked its was out of your system" he said as he glanced down at his clip board.

"It's now safe for you to get up and walk around. Now, with the addition of breasts and a lower center of gravity you may experience a loss of balance, we are not quite sure if your body will have already adjusted or not" he said .

'God, this guy is a chatterbox' I thought to my self. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and let them dangle, my dad put his hand out to help me off. I slid off the bed, with my dads help of course, and my feet touched to ground for the first time in three days and it was COLD! But I didn't care, all I cared about was getting to the bathroom.

"It's fine, I can do it" I said sternly as I waved my dad off.

Then I took my first steps into woman hood, my first very cold steps. I stumbled a little at first but my body caught up with my new center of gravity and my balance was fine. I rushed to the bathroom and shut the door, as I put up the lid to the toilet I realized that I have to sit down now and put it back down.

I will spare you the details of my peescapades, I doubt you want to hear about that. After I was done I stood up and noticed the full body mirror on the back of the door, its surface hidden by a bathrode hanging from a hook just above it. I reached up and pulled the robe off its hook. Nothing could ever prepare me for what I saw next, staring back at me was the girl from my dream, she was me. I didnt even resemble my former self, I was now 5'6', slim, deep blue eyes, B cup breasts, and a cute button nose. I was definitly cute but I wasn't a super model, just your average teenage girl.

I stood staring at the mirror just staring at myself, mesmerized by what I had become. I must have been standing and staring for a good three minutes.

A knock came at the door startling me.

"You alright in there, Champ?" Asked my dad from the other side of the door.

"Um, Yeah dad, I'll uh be right out"

As I opened the door and stepped out I came face to face with my mom holding two neatly folded stacks of clothes.

"You can't wear those hospital robes forever, so pick one"she said with a sly grin

"This one is jeans and a shirt" she said as she held up the right stack.

"And this one is my favorite, it's black tights, a black skirt, and a white blouse"

"well, I dont know what half of that stuff is on the left so I choose right" I said as the smile dissapeared from her face. I k ow she wanted me to pick the skirt but I'm just not sire if im ready for that yet.

I took my chosen pile of clothes and put them on the toilet then closed the door, then I realized I'd never seen these clothes before in my life. I was expecting an old pair of my jeans and an old shirt. Then it hit me.

"Hey mom... Where did these clothes come from?" I asked, already knowing the answer, she must have gone shopping already... Without me!

"I went shopping, sweetie.   I'm sorry for not telling you but no daughter of mine is going to walk out of here wearing grungy old boys clothes" She said from just behind the door.

"It's fine, I needed clothes, but I would have liked to come, and mom..."

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I love you"

"I love you too Ro... Ashley" she said, I could hear in her voice that she was crying.

I turned to the stack of clothes that lay on top of the toilet. Neatly folded on top of the pile was a simpl pair of white panties,   nothing fancy or flashy. As I stepped into them I couldent help but think about the emptiness   between my legs, but I had to push them from my mind, I can explore my new anatomy later. I slid the panties up my legs and was amazed by how soft they where and how perfectly they clung to my body. Next came the jeans, now I'd never worn anything skinnier than boot cut jeans so getting into form fitting skinny jeans was a challenge, finally I pulled the shirt over my head and looked at my self in the mirror. 'God, I look good' I thought as I reached for the door nob, as I opened the door I was blinded by a   flash of light, I heard my mom let out a scream... Or was that me.