OUR STORY Re-edited and reposted from another site * by Maggie O’Malley   A loving wife cures her consenting husband’s problem using Hugglebugs nanites.   Our Story By Maggie O’Malley---Art by Heather Rose Brown

Dear Hugglebugs Co.

My name is Lisa Thomas. Both my daughter and I are satisfied customers of your product. Together, we have written our story to you, in order to thank you for what you have done for us; and, to tell any prospective customers that Hugglebugs really works!

Cheyenne: Hi! My name used to be Scott. I was a 42 year old man, assistant manager at a fast food restaurant, and, aside from being married to the most loving woman in the world, I was so miserable I went to bed each night praying that I would die.

Now my name is Cheyenne and I am an eight year old girl; and, whenever I go into a fast food restaurant, it's just to get a fun meal. I've got the greatest momma a kid could ever want. I go to bed safe, contented, and dream sweet dreams of tomorrow, and your Hugglebugs spray made it all possible.

Lisa: Hi! My name is Lisa. I was a 38 year old woman, a primary school teacher, married to a sweet, gentle, but tortured man; and, when I went to bed, I would rock my husband in my arms while he cried through another nightmare; and I prayed that there was some way to help him.

Today, I'm still Lisa, still a primary school teacher, and I'm still 38, (but I can easily pass for 28). I'm no longer married; but, I've got the most beautiful little 8 year old daughter a mother could ever want. Sometimes when I go to bed at night, she crawls in with me, and when I rock her in my arms while she sleeps so peacefully, I say a prayer of thanks to the people at Hugglebugs, because you have made it all possible.

Cheyenne: All my life I had dreamed of being a little girl. As a child, I went to bed each night hoping God would hear my prayers and turn me into a girl; but, each morning I woke to find my prayers unanswered. I never told anyone about my desires; not until I met Lisa.
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Lisa: I fell in love with Scott shortly after meeting him, but it wasn't the man that I fell in love with. What I fell in love with, was this gentle, loving soul that not only had a deep sadness about it, but had an innocence and vulnerability that I had never found in a man. The night I asked Scott to marry me, he confessed his secret dreams to me. He thought that telling me would drive me away, but it only brought me closer. I began to finally understand why I sensed those feminine and childlike qualities with in him.

Cheyenne: Lisa said she didn't care if we had a traditional marriage; she only wanted to become a permanent part of my life. I wanted Lisa in my life as well. I loved her, though it wasn't the same kind of love a husband feels for his wife. We got married seven years ago; and never once made love, not even on the honeymoon. I was never interested in sex, and I felt guilty that I was unable to give her that expression of love. She was a normal woman. I knew she had needs, but I couldn't satisfy them. Every time we tried, I just felt naked and ugly. The whole thing just seemed terribly wrong.

Lisa: In the beginning we tried to make love but neither of us was ever comfortable. We both felt there was something terribly wrong in what we were trying to do; and, after the first few weeks, we'd just cuddle every night. Scott used to worry so. He was afraid I wasn't satisfied. I told him, that holding him safe in my arms, gave me a different kind of satisfaction. It was equally fulfilling,; and even more special. The first few months of our marriage went really well. But Scott starting becoming more depressed as time went on. Despite all my efforts, I couldn't seem to raise his spirits.

Cheyenne: Lisa was so patient and understanding. She would listen to me go on and on about how much I hated living as Scott and how much that little girl within me needed to live. I felt as if if I didn't do something to help her, we would both die.

Lisa: After five years I had run out of ideas. I was becoming desperate. I just knew that someday I'd come home to find a suicide note from Scott. Finally, I convinced him to seek therapy. The therapist referred him to a transsexual clinic. They recommended hormone therapy and eventual sexual reassignment surgery(SRS). I didn't care if Scott lived as a man, or as a woman. I just wanted his soul in my life. At first, I was hopeful that this might be the answer. I really thought Scott might be happy living as a woman. In fact, we even filed for divorce a year after he began transitioning. I didn't want anything to stand in the way of his SRS.

Cheyenne: The whole transsexual thing never really worked for me, but I didn't want to let Lisa down, so I kept trying. What my therapist couldn't understand was that I was no more a 40 year old woman than I was a 40 year old man. The soul inside me was that of a little girl. It had all the dreams, hopes and desires of any other little girl. When I put on that wig, and dress, and headed out into the world, I was just as lost and overwhelmed as would be any 8 year old girl trying to act, dress and live like a mature woman. When the divorce papers were signed, that was all I could take. I finally broke down and explained to Lisa why I couldn't do this one day more.

Lisa: Scott came to me immediately after the divorce was final and told me his true feelings about going through with SRS. I don't know how I could have been so blind. I guess, I was just so desperate to find an answer, I had forgotten what the true problem was. What worried me now was, what to do next?

It was several sleepless nights after we'd given up on SRS that I found Hugglebugs. I was scanning various transsexual websites searching for a miracle and I found one.

As soon as I entered the Hugglebugs website, I knew this was the answer I'd been searching for. I immediately called the customer support line and I reached an angel. Here it was, three o'clock in the morning, and she patiently listened, as I poured out my story. She cheerfully answered every question I asked her. She was caring, compassionate and beyond helpful. By the time I hung up the phone I was crying tears of joy. A miracle was less than 48 hours away.

Cheyenne: I was off work for two days and the thing I remember most was, Lisa running to the front door every time she thought she heard a UPS truck. I had no idea what she was up to.

Lisa: I didn't want to tell Scott. I had to be sure it would work. I didn't think he could stand one more disappointment. Luckily, I had sent him to the market when the package arrived. My hands trembled as I opened the box and set out the bottles. I carefully read the instructions for each bottle. Each one had been specifically engineered to meet each of our needs. Yes, me too. I decided to take 10 years off my appearance, because if I was going to raise an eight year old daughter, I didn't want to be any older than 28 doing it.

I got ready to turn the nanites loose, and then got cold feet. I picked the phone, called customer support, and once again, my angel answered. I thought to myself, "Poor thing! Don't they ever let you go home?" Of course, I was really glad that she was there. She calmed me down, walked me through each step, and restored my confidence.

I got off the phone and began applying the spray. It didn't take long for me to realize it was everything that the advertisement had promised. My body tingled as changes began to happen right before my eyes. My vision cleared and I knew I would no longer need the glasses I had worn for the last five years. The crow's feet, little wrinkles, and so called "laugh lines" that tons of moisturizers couldn't erase melted off my face in seconds. The skin all over my body felt supple, smooth, and taut. Those couple of inches around the middle and the cellulite in my thighs that had had resisted numerous Slim Fast diets and repeated assaults with my Thighmaster, were no match for those mighty Huggglebug nanites.

By the time your nanites finished working their magic on me, my hair had grown nearly a foot, and looked as good as the hair in the shampoo commercials. My breasts no longer succumbed to the law of gravity, and had gained two inches and one cup size. My figure was just this side of Barbie, at 36-25-36. I had NEVER been built like that, not even at 18, let alone 28! I thought maybe you threw in a few extra nanites for good measure. Well, if you did, please feel free to bill me for them. I'll be more than glad to pay any extra charges. The body you've given me is well worth it.

I was standing there admiring the new me when I heard the front door open and I knew it was Scott. I slipped a dress on, and called for him to come to the bedroom.

Cheyenne: I remember putting the groceries away when Lisa called me into the bedroom. She was standing in front of the bed, smiling broadly. The first thing I noticed was her long hair, but then I took a second look at her face and realized she looked younger than the day we’d met. I didn't know what to think when she unbuttoned her dress and showed me her young woman's body. I was absolutely speechless!

Lisa: I remember Scott standing inside the doorway, his eyes and mouth wide open. I buttoned up my dress, and went over to him. I hugged him and took him by the hand, as I walked him over to the bed, and we both sat down. I explained to him all about Hugglebugs spray, and how it had been responsible for the changes in me.

Since seeing is believing, he didn't doubt a single word I said. Then I brought out the other bottles, and told him we had the power to give him his dream. In just minutes, he could be the little girl he'd always dreamed of being.

Cheyenne: I was in shock, just looking at the changes in Lisa's body, when she told me that Hugglebugs had the power to turn me into a little girl. Perhaps it was just too much to take in all at once, but from that point on, my whole memory is pretty fuzzy.

I don't know how long I sat there after Lisa told me she had the power to give me my dream. The next thing I remember is her undressing me down to panties and a bra, and telling me to lie down on the bed. She told me to open my mouth so she could spray inside it.

The spray kind of tasted like garlic to me, and garlic reminds me of my favorite food: pizza, so I didn't mind the taste. The last thing I can honestly remember until after it was over, was feeling very warm. At some point I think I was so hot, that sweat felt like it was pouring out of me.

Lisa: It was kind of funny in a way. I led him to the bed, stripped him down, and told him exactly what to do. It seemed he was already a child before I had even sprayed him. I explained to him this was a two-step application process, but I don't think he was really listening.

I took the first bottle, sprayed some in his mouth and then the rest all over his body. The changes came to his body as quickly as they had come to my own. His 42 year old male body which had been somewhat feminized by a year of hormone therapy began to change in ways that no dosage of premarin could ever have caused. Scott's dark brown hair lightened to a honey blonde, and grew to a length just over his shoulders. His body continued to sweat and shape-shift, until I found myself looking at the petite body of a very attractive woman who looked to be in her late 30's. I remember thinking to myself, "If this is what Scott has to look forward to when he grows up, I don't think he will be the least be disappointed".

I started to ask Scott how he felt, but he still had that, "deer in the headlights" look, so I went straight on to the next bottle. This time, I stripped him down completely before beginning the final process. I have to say one thing, your nanites leave no flesh untouched, as beneath the panties and the bra were perfectly formed breast, and female genitalia. Once again, I sprayed her down. (Note: From this point on, I can no longer refer to Scott as male. It would be just too ridiculous!)

The second bottle was to regress her to an eight year old girl. I remember that my customer support angel telling me not to be alarmed by the profuse sweating. Her body mass would have to be released in that way. Still, I started to get very concerned as sweat began to pour off her new body. Her breasts began to fold in on themselves, and then her whole body began to shrink. Her face took on an adolescent countenance before regressing to that of a child. Once she stopped the sweating and shrinking, I marveled at the sight of the naked little girl lying before me. With her honey blonde hair, and sky blue eyes, she was identical to the little girl Scott had always dreamed of being. Your nanites must be mind readers and dream readers, as well as miracle workers.

Cheyenne: The first thing I can remember after the change was raising my hand to wipe sweat from my forehead and realizing how small my hand looked, and how big the rest of the room looked. Immediately after that, I realized I was sitting in bed. totally naked, but for some reason I didn't feel the need to cover myself in revulsion as I had always done before.

I stood straight up on the bed and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Much to my delight and disbelief, there was my soul looking back at me. She was alive! I was so overjoyed that I began jumping up and down on the bed, shrieking wildly.

Lisa: I stood there for a moment watching her jump up and down on that bed. I had never seen her so happy and pleased. My eyes filled with tears of joy. Finally, I reached out and caught her in midair, but in doing so, I lost my balance; and we both tumbled onto the bed. It was too silly not to laugh, so we both rolled around on the bed, jumping, laughing, and giggling. Finally, we ended up cuddling together.

Cheyenne: I remember Lisa holding me in her arms. It all felt so safe, so natural, and right. I had never known such happiness. I had everything I could possibly ever want or need, (except for maybe clothes, but I really wasn't worried about them, then).

Lisa: When I felt her small body cuddled against mine, I understood why it had never felt right when we had tried to make love. It had never been a husband and wife love we’d had. It was the bond between mother and child we truly shared. As I stroked her long hair and felt her nuzzle against me, there was no mistaking that feeling. She was my child, just as certainly as if I had given birth to her in the usual manner.

Cheyenne: I don't know how long we cuddled there, but I felt like I never wanted to stop. Lisa's embrace reminded me of how my mother had cuddled me when I was little. At that moment, I decided to share that with Lisa. I knew that no matter how I looked or felt, at least by law, I was still Lisa's ex-husband. That thought started to make me very sad, so much so, I started crying.

Lisa: I was thinking of the wonderful future that my daughter and I were going to share, when I heard her crying. When I thought she might be hurt or in pain, instinct took over, and I immediately rolled her over, examining her closely for signs of injury, or pain. Seeing none, I asked her why she was crying. She told me she didn't want to be my eight year old ex-husband! It was all I could do to suppress a grin, both from the relief that she was all right, and from the absurd picture her remarks painted.

(Once again, I would like to thank my special angel. Foreseeing, just this dilemma, she had suggested I order a birth certificate for my new daughter. This would allow her to start her new life properly documented and avoid embarrassing questions for the both of us.) I reached over to the nightstand and presented her with her new birth certificate.

Cheyenne: Lisa handed me a new birth certificate dated to make today my 8th birthday. My new name would be Cheyenne Marie Thomas. As impressed, as I was to see my new name, it was the next names I saw that excited me even more. Under the listing for parents it read, Father: Scott Thomas and Mother: Lisa Thomas. I was my own father, which seemed strangely fitting, but more importantly Lisa was now my legal and natural mother!

Lisa: I remember her reading the certificate and looking up at me like the little wide-eyed girl that she had become, and asking, "Does that mean I get to call you momma?"

I grabbed her up, feigned what seriousness I could muster, and answered, "It means, you better never call me anything else!" Her little arms squeezed me about the neck as hard as they could. We cuddled there for a while longer, just reveling in the moment, before getting up to get dressed. I remember her saying, "But momma, I don't have anything to wear."

However, I was prepared for that, too, and immediately produced a cute little outfit for her. She squealed in delight. I had bought it the night before; and, it was a perfect fit!

Lisa: It's been nearly three months since Cheyenne arrived; and much has changed in our lives. I sold our home in New Hampshire; and, we've moved to the west coast where I found a lovely three bedroom home in a nice residential district. We live across the street from a park, ten minutes from the ocean, and within walking distance of the primary school I will be teaching in this fall.

Cheyenne has adjusted better than I could have hoped. I was a little worried about her interaction with other children,; but, she has made several friends, and she and the little girl next door have become thick as thieves.

These last three months I've spent with Cheyenne, have been the happiest of my life. I can't tell you of the joy I feel while spending time with her, and watching her play with the other children. You should see the joy she greets each day with. I know that deep inside, she still has all the memories and knowledge of her life before, but when I put her hair up in a pony tail, and she wears her "Eeyore" shirt and matching overall shorts, (Like I can EVER get that outfit off her long enough to wash it!) , there is no sign of Scott anywhere. I dare anyone to say she's not all little girl. You would never know she is a girl with a "past".

(Note from Lisa: I want you to pay special attention to this entry from Cheyenne. It is almost entirely in her own words; and, I think it will help you understand how much this transformation has changed not only her body, but the way she thinks.)

Cheyenne: Moving to California has been great. I have my own bedroom with a canopy bed. I always wanted a canopy bed. We live across the street from a park, and momma takes me there every day. Sometimes we go to the beach and play in the ocean. I don't think anything is as big as an ocean. On Friday nights we always get pizza. I love pizza more than anything else to eat. I just got a new bicycle, and momma said we might even get a puppy later. I hope so. Puppies are so much fun. We have a basketball goal in our driveway, and I play on it everyday. When I grow up, I want to play basketball in the WNBA. I have lots of friends now; but my best friend is Mandy, who lives next door. We do everything together. Momma says that maybe we can have a sleepover next weekend. I think that would be lots of fun.

When we first moved here, I was afraid nobody would like me and, that I was really too old to play kids games, but I have made so many friends and playing is so much fun. Momma is enrolling me in school next week. I'm going to be in the same grade as Mandy. I hope we are in the same class. I bet you think it's silly that someone who used to be 42 years old is starting the 2nd grade. I know that Hugglebugs don't really make you forget who you used to be, or what you used to know, but everyday it gets harder and harder to remember everything. Maybe it isn't the Hugglebugs, maybe it's just me, but the longer I live like Cheyenne, the more I think like her, and want to do little girl things. I don't know if I will ever forget who I used to be, but now it seems almost like a dream, a really bad dream, and I don't like thinking about it. I'd rather think about going to get my new school clothes next week. Bye for now from Cheyenne.

Lisa: The last entry by Cheyenne pretty much says it all. She's becoming more and more Cheyenne, everyday! We seldom talk about the past anymore, and with all my heart, someday I hope she forgets it all. I remember, and I think that's enough for both of us.

It's true that we both wanted to write this letter, but I have a confession to make. I had to rewrite almost all of Cheyenne's entries, except for the last one. Most of her entries were written in eight year old prose, as Cheyenne no longer speaks nor writes fluent "adult" anymore. The rest of what she wrote was simply unreadable. It was written in seven different colors of crayon, beautifully done, but totally unreadable (smiles). Cheyenne drew a picture to include with this letter, but she didn't know I am sending it e-mail and don't have picture sending capabilities, so let me describe it to you. It is an entire page filled with xoxoxox, and little hearts. If I remember right, that's little girl for hugs, kisses, and love. I don't think I could say it better myself. Thanks to all of you, especially my angel. You have given us everything!

Love and Hugs,

Lisa and Cheyenne Thomas

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Edited by Holly H Hart