My Experience with TransformU

Hi, my name was Trevor. I was an eighteen-year-old boy, just out of high school. I had never felt at ease with myself; I mean with my gender. I felt like I was a girl inside and would only be content with being a girl on the outside. I wanted my outside to match my inside, but I was scared to go through the process of what is called “transition”. I felt like I had missed my opportunity. But then, one day, I saw an advertisement for a website called TransformU.com, and I was intrigued by the byline: “Wish you were someone else? We can help you be who you really want to be.” I went to their website, and everything seemed promising, but the catch was the price. It was $10,000 for the kit, and you had to self-administer an injection of nanobots.

The other thing that was troubling was that there was no recourse if you didn’t like the results. There was no money-back-guarantee. It seemed like a lot of money with no assurance of satisfaction. The website talked about the technology and gave the assurance that there would be no deleterious effects from the nanobots, but that seemed small comfort. I read and re-read the website explanation of the product and the process. The other disturbing thing was that there were no testimonials as to how good the product was. But finally, I filled out the online formwork, describing exactly what I was looking for, and then gave my credit card information. I also signed the waiving of my right to sue them in the event of dissatisfaction.

I sat and thought about what I had just done. I lived with my parents. How would I explain this to them. It would also take me a couple years to pay off this debt. At least I had a job that would enable me to pay off each month, so that I would not be paying any interest. How would I explain my change in gender to the license bureau, to Social Security, to my credit card company, to my family and friends? How was I going to afford buying a whole new wardrobe? Nobody was going to believe me. I had not gone to a gender clinic or seen a psychiatrist. I had no papers showing that I had transitioned from a male to a female. But there was rebellion inside of me. I had been a boy too long. I was going to go through with this no matter what.

It was Wednesday when I placed the order. The website said that the injector would come on Saturday. That would be a good day, because my parents would be out of town on their anniversary, doing some fun things together. My older brother would be working, and my younger sister would be at her girlfriend’s place for a birthday party and a sleepover. I went to bed that night thinking about what it would be like to be in a girl’s body. Could it really happen? Had I spent my money wisely? Would all my hopes and dreams come true? I tried to imagine what a female version of me would look like. I got out of bed and found a website that would convert a scanned photo to the opposite gender for free. I sat gazing at the image for an hour.

Three days later, a small box came in the mail. The injector was fairly straight forward. All that was required was to rub the injection site with alcohol, pinch either the flesh of one’s abdomen or thigh, and press the injector against one’s skin. I finally worked up my courage to make the injection. It was pretty much painless. The literature said that it would take about an hour for the transformation to be complete. At first, there were no symptoms, but then I began to sweat and was nauseated. The literature had said nothing of this. I went and got my phone, just in case I needed to call 911, but I was pretty sure they would not be able to help me. I went to the upstairs bathroom and disrobed. I looked at the body that I hated, awaiting change.

For the first ten minutes there was no noticeable change. But then it seemed like my hair was gradually growing longer and my face was slowly morphing. My facial hair was disappearing. My shoulders were not so broad and the muscle mass in my arms was shrinking. My male genitals were shrinking. My height was decreasing. My breasts were growing. My waist was getting smaller, and my thighs and hips were growing. My nipples and areolae were enlarging. My blonde hair was down to below my ears now. My nose was a bit smaller, and my lips were fuller. My male genitals were gone, and a vertical line was forming in my groin. My face was definitely feminine now and my hair was down to my shoulders. I was definitely becoming a girl.

By the end of an hour, my vagina was complete. My breasts were full. I was guessing either a size D. My hair was wavy and reached down to the top of my breasts. My face was similar to the image that I had obtained on the computer, only prettier. I estimated that I was now 5’-3” or 5’-4” tall. My fingernails were long and tapered. I gingerly used my right index and middle finger to probe my vagina. I gently parted my labia and felt for my clitoris. It was moist. I felt my buttocks, and they were full and round. I sat down on the toilet seat and looked at my calves. They were shapely. My legs were covered with light blonde hair, and I had hair under my arms. I told myself, “I need to shave.” My brother would be home soon. Time to get dressed.

I went to my room and put on undershorts, loathing the fact that I had to put on boys’ clothing for the time being. I pulled on socks and then grabbed a pair of jeans. They were tight around my hips and buttocks, but I was able to zip up the pants. I couldn’t refer to them as “my” pants. The waist was really loose, but I cinched the belt tight. I then had to roll the pants legs up. I then pulled on a sweatshirt and pulled the sleeves up on my arms. I pulled my hair loose. I then grabbed a pair of tennis shoes, but they were way too large. I went into my sister’s room and found that her shoes fit me just fine. I wondered about her clothes, but I thought, “My breasts are much too large for her clothes.” It was time to go talk to my brother, Lucas.

I had heard him come in while I was putting on Amanda’s shoes. I went down the stairs, through the living room and dining room, into the kitchen. Lucas was busy getting something out of the fridge. I said, “Hi, Lucas.” It was the first time that I had spoken, and the sound of my female voice surprised me. He spun around and said, “Who are you?” “I used to be your brother, Trevor. I’m now Trisha.” He exclaimed, “Oh my God! That’s not possible. Get real. Who are you really?” I replied, “Lucas, I’m for real. I used an injection of nanobots prepared by a company called TransformU. I need you to help me go to the store and buy some girls’ clothes that fit me.” He said, “Trisha, you’re gonna have to prove to me that you used to be my brother.”

“Okay,” I said, “Do you remember the time that I stole your pocketknife and lost it down the storm drain?” He said, “Yeah, keep going.” I said, “When I was five I took your photo album and cut the photos all to pieces and pasted them to your bedroom wall.” He smiled, “Okay, how do I know you aren’t some girl from high school, dressed up in Trev’s clothes, and he told you those stories to fool me?” He suddenly ran upstairs and looked through all the rooms and closets. He sauntered back downstairs and said, “Trisha, if you are really my brother turned into a female, whisper something in my ear.” I went up to him, and he bent down a little, and I shouted in his ear, “Now you know!” He looked at me in horror. “Oh my God, you’re for real.”

I was afraid to drive. I was shorter, and my legs weren’t as long, and I didn’t trust my mastery of this new body. And what if I was stopped by a cop? So, Lucas drove me to the big box store. I bought panties, bras, jeans, skirts, blouses, a dress, mid-height heels, pantyhose, tennis shoes, socks, and some pajamas. Lucas went with me but blushed a little as I perused the more intimate pieces of clothing. When we got home I went to the bathroom to shave my legs and underarms. I then got dressed up in hose, a skirt, and a blouse that showed off my cleavage. I went to Lucas’ bedroom and said, “Hey dude, let’s go see a movie.” He took me to a horror movie, and I squeezed his hand all through the flick. Something had changed in me.

Late that night we talked about how we were going to break the news to Mom, Dad, and Amanda. We stood in the kitchen. I had my arms crossed underneath my breasts. I kept seeing him look at my cleavage. I had to wonder, “Is my brother lusting for me?” I said, “Lucas, you can vouch for me, tell them that you’re fully convinced, but they need to go through the same process you did. What troubles me is how I’m going to go into work on Monday. They are not going to believe me.” “There’s no possibility of your changing back into Trev?” I said, “Not a chance, bro. They said the process was irreversible, because you can’t mix female bots with male bots. It would be disastrous.” “Well, there’s no doubt you’ve got some major hurdles to jump.”

Amanda was the first to get home on Sunday. She believed Lucas and me. She said, “Trisha, I’ve always wanted a sister, now I finally have one, but I will also miss Trevor … I’ll miss him a lot.” The hardest part was when Mom and Dad came home in the late afternoon. They didn’t believe Lucas or me. They had to hear far more from me, things that no one else would know, and that I’d be too embarrassed to tell any girlfriend to pull a prank on them. Finally, the two of them believed. “Oh, Trevor, how could you? We had no idea that you struggled with gender dysphoria. We’d have tried to help you.” I replied, “Oh no, you would not have helped me become a girl.” “Look at what a mess you’re in. What will you do about your job? Your identity?”

They had me there. I definitely had not thought far enough ahead. Well, I had, but I had rebelliously turned my head and looked the other way. Then I thought of something. Maybe the nanobots had not changed my fingerprints. I remembered that my Mom had told me that she had me fingerprinted as a child for missing child identification. On Monday I had Mom call my employer to say that I was sick. I finally got up the nerve to drive myself to the police station. I asked them to fingerprint me and tell me who I was. I said that it was part of my summer school assignment. They didn’t know that I had graduated. They fingerprinted me, and when they made the match, they gave me the result in absolute wonder. How was Trevor now Trisha?

I went into work on Tuesday and knocked on my employer’s door. “Hi, Mr. Alexander.” He looked up from his work. “Do I know you?” I said, “Yes, but last Friday I was Trevor Sanders. Today I am Trisha Sanders.” He got the most quizzical look on his face. “But that’s not possible. What kind of joke is this?” I said, “It’s no joke, Mr. Alexander. Please call the police and ask them when they fingerprinted Trisha, who’s name came up? He did that, and, when he got their answer, he said, “Thank you,” and hung up. When he looked at me, his expression was priceless. “How on earth?” I then explained about my using TransformU. He finally agreed to let me continue working for him. Of course, it took a bit of explanation for my coworkers.

I used the same approach with the DMV when I went to get my license. I had to show them the website for TransformU. I had a long talk with the branch manager, and she finally agreed to issue me a new driver’s license with “Trisha Sanders”, “female”, beside my photo. Getting Social Security and my credit card company to agree to recognize me was a little more difficult. I had to hire an attorney to get me recognized as Trisha Sanders. That increased the monthly payment on my credit card, but hey. Getting extended family and friends to recognize me was almost impossible, but I got there with most of them. After all of that, life was almost a breeze. I could finally start getting back to normal, well sort of. Life’s actually quite different.

I now hang out with other girls. That is what is so exciting about being a girl, is having girlfriends. We could not drink alcohol just yet, but we drank coffee and mocha and cappuccino. We talked about so many good things. We laughed and we cried together. One of the girls, Michelle, and I became bosom buddies. There were times that we went over to her apartment, and we soon discover the joy of being lesbians and ecstasy at bringing each other to a climax. We talked about boys. Michelle was staunchly a lesbian. I was maybe bisexual. I moved in with her. My family was sad to see me go. It was time to move on. I still visited them.

My first encounter with a boy was a guy named Matt. He and I went on several dates and then he invited me to his apartment. He had wine there, so I imbibed, and had too much. He made love to me, and I did not resist. He must have penetrated me. I did not have periods, but several weeks after our intercourse, I found myself nauseous. I finally went and had myself tested. I was pregnant. How could this be? I contacted TransformU, and they acknowledged that they sometimes included an ovum. An ovum typically exists for only 12 to 24 hours, but they had discovered a way to preserve it inside a nanobot. I was pissed. How dare they do this to me! I thought about a D and C, but then I thought, “Why not have a baby?” I was a girl.

I won’t drag you through all the ins and outs of my pregnancy. My morning sickness lasted for a couple of months. I was at about five months when I started feeling the baby kicking. What a strange sensation to have someone living inside you. I opted to go with a natural childbirth. I knew that there would be some pain, but I thought, “Why not have a baby naturally?” So, I had a few false starts with Braxton-Hicks contractions, but, hey, why not have a few practice runs to the hospital? Finally, the day came, actually night, when I went to the hospital for real. Labor was a bit rough, but nothing to complain about. I was blessed with a baby girl, who I named Michelle after my bosom buddy. She had blonde hair just like me.

I was surprised, but my nanobot breasts actually produced milk. My breasts were a size E for a time. That was a really strange experience, having a baby sucking on my nipples. My daughter is now a precocious four-year-old. Whatever possessed me to write out my experience with TransformU for you to read? I don’t know. I guess I just wanted someone to know what a delightful experience it has been. Oh, it is unbelievable and incredible, and I had a few rough spots, but I would still do it all over again. Should you try TransformU? Only if you are willing to go through an uncomfortable hour of transition and have people doubt your real identity and go through the challenging process of getting your identity changed. But it is worth the trouble.

One more thing. I need to tell you about Amanda and me. We would get together regularly for a bite to eat. One day, Amanda confided in me that she was uncomfortable with her gender. She was now a senior in high school, almost the age when I transitioned. She asked me, “What should I do?” I said, “You could take the route I took, but it’s expensive, you don’t have a good paying job yet, and there is all the trouble getting people to believe you. It’s almost worth it to go the usual road of transitioning, which involves hormonal treatment and surgery. I think you should have a heart-to-heart talk with Mom and Dad. “But you turned out so good.” “Maybe your parents would help you. Just remember to get fingerprinted first.” She smiled.