My Story

My name was Chris. I had been the youngest of four boys. My older brothers were all away at college. My parents were divorced, and I was living with my mother. It was on my eighteenth birthday that my mother and I went out to dinner. Toward the end of the meal, Mom said, “Chris, this is your last day as a boy, because tomorrow you will be my daughter.” I laughed and said, “Mom, get real, I will always be your son, and nothing will ever change that.” She smiled, “I have always wanted a daughter, and from tomorrow you will be known as Crystal.” I frowned. “Mom, you have carried this joke far enough. I will always be Chris to you.” She rested her chin on her folded hands. “This is my birthday present to you, to be my cherished girl.”

That night I replayed our conversation over and over again. I was greatly troubled by what I remembered of my mother’s words. I could not go to sleep. She had not acted like she was joking but seemed entirely too serious. I could make no sense of it. Why would she act that way? She had even gone so far as to give me the name Crystal. I wondered if I needed to talk to my father and tell him that his ex-wife had slipped a cog. I couldn’t see myself betraying her that way, but I couldn’t imagine how to resolve the matter on my own. She just wouldn’t joke around like this. It was not her way. I finally was able to settle down and drift off to sleep. My last thoughts were that things would look better in the morning. Somehow it would be okay.

When the alarm went off, I reached to hit the snooze button, but I stopped short. There was long hair over my eyes. I brought my left hand to my face and felt long nails touch my skin. I immediately sat upright in bed and then noticed an unfamiliar weight on my chest. I brought my hands up and felt round full breasts. Suddenly I was really scared. What was wrong with me? Was I still dreaming? I lowered my hands to my crotch and came to the awful realization that my male equipment was gone. I lay my hands on my thighs, and they were smooth, not a bit of hair on them. I started trembling and tears began to blur my vision. I got out of bed and went to the full-length mirror that was on my closet door. A teenage girl stared back at me.

Instantly, I felt ashamed to be staring at a semi-naked girl. All she had on was my boxer shorts. Suddenly, I remembered the conversation that my mother and I had had the previous evening at the restaurant. I got very angry. I needed to get downstairs before she left for work. I fumbled in my closet and found my fuzzy bathrobe. I pulled it on and tightened the belt around my waist. I rushed out of my bedroom, down the hall, and almost tumbled down the stairs in my haste to find my mother. I found her in the kitchen. She looked up at me and smiled. It gave me the creeps. “M-Mom …” I stopped suddenly, because the voice coming out of my mouth was definitely female. “Mom, what have you done to me? Change me back into a boy, now!”

My mother continued to smile. “Crystal, I can’t change you back. The charm and the incantation only work one way. They were designed by a Middle Ages enchantress to change a boy into a girl. And you are a very, very authentic girl. I finally have the daughter that I’ve wanted for so long.” “Mom, how could you do this to me? I don’t want to be a girl! I’m a boy!” She smiled again. “Not any longer, Crystal. Besides, deep inside you have wanted to be a girl.” “What?” I exclaimed. “When you were a little boy, you would dress up in my jewelry and makeup. I even let your hair grow long. I helped you with your makeup, and you told me, ‘Mommy, I’m as pretty as you now.’ You loved playing dolls with the girls next door. That was the real you.”

I said, “Mom, I don’t remember any of that! Please, change me back!” She shook her head. “No, Crystal, I have already told you. It’s a done deal. There is no way to reverse the enchantment. Besides, I like you just the way you are, and you will soon like yourself this way as well. You are not just a girl physiologically, but you are a girl in terms of your emotions and thoughts.” I began to cry again. She stood up and put her arms around me. I suddenly realized that I was several inches shorter than I had been as a boy. I pushed my self away and said, “Mom, how are we going to explain this to Dad and the boys? How are we going to explain this to all our friends?” She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ve got this.”

My Mom took the day off, and we went shopping for clothes for me. She also took me to get my ears pierced, and my hair styled. That night I wore panties, a pushup bra, pantyhose, a short skirt, a low-neck blouse, jewelry, and mid-height heels. We went out to dinner again, this time as mother and daughter. “You really look smashing. You are turning the heads of all the men in this place.” I blushed. I looked down at my cleavage and my thighs, still not believing that I was a real girl. “Mom, there is no way that I’m suddenly going to turn back into a boy and be a guy in girl’s clothes?” My Mom shook her head, “Not a chance, my dear Crystal. You are forever a girl. Relax and enjoy yourself this evening. I love looking at you, my dearest.”

That night as I went to sleep, I was dressed in a sheer negligee. As I rolled onto my side, I felt my breasts touch each other. I hugged myself and smiled. Maybe I would enjoy being a girl. I had enjoyed myself very much, talking to Mom about girl things. She told me that I would go through my menstrual cycle each month, and that, because of the estrogen, I would have mood swings and perhaps even some depression. We talked about many other things that only a mother and daughter can share. We talked about men, boys, women, girls, food, drink, music, art, fashions, feelings, hopes, dreams, and much more. “Crystal, you will enjoy being a girl, so much better than being a guy. There is a closeness that only girls can know.”

The next morning, I undressed in the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and went pee. It was such a strange feeling to go to the bathroom hands free. I gathered some tissue, as Mom had told me to do, and dabbed myself dry. Then I got in the shower after letting the water warm up. As I lathered my body, I took time to explore myself. I gently probed my vagina with my index and middle finger, careful not to scratch myself with my fingernails. I opened my labia and carefully found my clitoris right where my mother had said it would be. It was so strange to be without my male equipment. I felt my ample breasts. Mom had said that I was a size C, which was generous for my 5’-4” frame. I felt my smooth calves, thighs, hips and buttocks.

As I dried off after the shower, I took time to admire my lovely face. I had hazel eyes that had just a tinge of green in them. My face was smooth, with very fine light hair above my upper lip. When I smiled, I had generous cheeks and beautiful dimples. My nose was not too large; a tad bit smaller than I had had when I was a boy. My eyelashes were not very long, but I knew that mascara would help with that. I looked forward to Mom showing me how to apply my makeup. Yesterday we had bought lip liner, lipstick, foundation, rouge, eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow. I had a beautiful face to work with. I pouted a bit and then put on a seductive look and knew that I could melt the heart of any guy. Why was I thinking this way, I wondered.

I had graduated from high school just a week before, so I didn’t have any classes to attend, which was good. I spent the day looking at family photos and wondering how Mom intended to handle our situation. When she got home around 5:30, I asked her about it. “Crystal, dear, you and I are going to go through an identity change. A friend of mine works for the US Marshals’ Witness Protection Service and she has figured out a way to relocate us and give us new identities. You will be able to keep your first name.” But I protested, “Mom, that means that I’ll never see my family or friends again! I can’t do that!” “Hush now, Crystal, you will do this if you love me. Besides, your loved ones would never believe that you used to be Chris.”

“Mom, tell me again how you changed me into a girl. I don’t really understand what happened.” My Mom said, “Sweetheart, your great-grandmother on my side of the family gave me the charm and the incantation. It had been passed down through the centuries. As I understand it, several of our ancestors have used it.” At this point she brought a small ornate box out of a kitchen cupboard. From it she took out a two-inch figurine that was a boy on one side and a girl on the other. They looked so lifelike. Then she took out a piece of vellum on which was written the incantation of which she had spoken. She untied the thin leather cord and unrolled the ancient parchment. On it were written the following words in Middle English:

If thee wanÞ bihofþe changæ thy boī bihofþe ain girl
then thee musÞ speak hẹ̄rte wordſ in th' moonlighÞ

Ich am readī bihofþe uttē̆r uncǒu wordſ
bihofþe changæ mīn boī intī ain dear girl
hæ shalt nōn-ọ̄ther longē̆r bæ hæ
hæ shalt becomæ wellā̆ pretty
malæ flesh shalt bæ femalæ flesh
turn hider figuræ rounede a'd rounede

Ich wish mīn boī bæ ain girl
maī hæ bæ shæ f'revē̆r
maī malæ bæ femalæ singallīce
maī shæ nē̆verte bæ changede backeth
maī hē̆r figuræ bæ pretty
maī hē̆r beautī ensnaræ men

After reading it, I said, “Mom, I can understand most of the words. I get the gist of it. How did you know how to pronounce the words?” She said, “I found a Middle English scholar and asked him how to pronounce the words that I could not pronounce. I bound him to silence concerning the content of the incantation. He vowed never to speak a word of it to anyone. It had no effect when I said the words because I was not turning the figurine around and around as I read the incantation. I had written the words out phonetically so I could pronounce them properly.” I shook my head, “Mom, this is all quite remarkable. May I keep this in case I have a boy that I want to be a girl?” Mom said, “Yes, sweetheart, and here is the phonetic translation.”

After we had been relocated and had new identities, my Mom came into my room and sat down on my bed. She said, “Crystal, come here for a minute.” I sat down beside her. “I want to tell you some things about your sexuality. “ She proceeded to tell me how to masturbate as a girl, assuming that I had done so as a boy. She instructed me in the use of jelly, that I was to gently rub my clitoris with, and bring myself to a climax. She also told me that I could have sex with a boy as long as I was on the pill, and what to do if I ever became pregnant. She also told me that I could have a girlfriend if I wanted. She told me that she had had a lesbian lover. Then she said that I could also chose to be bisexual if that suited me better.

I applied for financial assistance to go to college. I wanted to be an interior designer. I was accepted and I stayed at home because the college was in town. That made Mom happy. I met a young man in school, and I really liked him. At his apartment we made love, and he penetrated me three times in one evening, bringing me to a climax each time. He sucked on my nipples, which I also enjoyed very much. I also found that I was drawn to a young girl in my class. She and I undressed each other and made out in her apartment. We hugged and kissed and brought each other to climax. While I considered myself to be bisexual, I found that I was much more comfortable with my girlfriend than with my boyfriend. I just was.

One day Mom and I went out for lunch between my classes. While we ate, Mom said, “Crystal, dear, I didn’t tell you the whole story about the figurine and the incantation. My great-grandmother found out that my mother, her granddaughter, wanted a girl instead of a boy. I was born a boy. My father abandoned us, and so my mother felt free to tell her grandmother of her heart’s desire. Her grandmother came to her house and said the incantation over me when I was just a boy of five. I remember just enough of being a boy. I waited until you were eighteen, because my husband and I were still married, and I knew that he would strenuously object to my turning you into a girl. I hated that you had such memories of being a boy.

“Mom, you did what you could and what you thought best. I have no regrets now. I am happy with being a girl. When I look back on my life as a boy, I have no longing to return to that gender. I am really content with being the female that you brought into existence. I am glad that I turned out as well as I did. I am also not insecure with my possibly being loved just for my good looks. If he or she doesn’t love me for who I really am, then that is their loss. I think that when you changed me into a girl, you were correct that I did not just change physiologically but changed in terms of my emotions and my thoughts. I really am a girl through and through, and I thank you for that. My life is so much richer for being a girl. I’ve no wish to go back.”

I never would have dreamed that I would want to become pregnant, but one day I came to the realization that I wanted to have a daughter of my own. I was twenty-six at the time. The guy that I was seeing at the time was handsome, intelligent, and kind, but I knew that if I got pregnant he would leave me. But I was content with the thought of being a single mom. I didn’t want anything but to have a daughter. I did get pregnant, and he did leave me. I found out through the ultrasound that the fetus was a male. I thought that I would try something. I used the figurine and the incantation while the infant was still in my womb. Six months later I gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name is Hannah, and she is now a precocious four.

There is never any thought as to how my life might have gone as a boy. I have no interest in that kind of speculation. I am so happy that my mother changed me into a girl. I can’t imagine a better life. I am so glad that my child is a girl. I will most likely give her the charm and the spell, so that she can be sure of having a daughter like my mother and me. I suppose that someday I will tell Hannah that she might have been a boy, but that she was much better off being a girl. Girls are so pretty, sensitive, and intelligent. I suppose that there would be a problem if there were no boys, but I am not going to worry about that. I just know that I am going to luxuriate in the fact that I and my daughter are girls, and hopefully all our descendants will be.