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There were just no boxers in my drawer, somehow "the maid" also known as mum, had failed to keep me suitably stocked. The house was empty so I walked through to the laundry on the vague hope that she had just failed to place them neatly folded in my bedroom ready to wear. The basket containing unfolded clean items was filled with orphan socks and a scattering of other items, digging into the basket revealed entire mountains of socks that once had partners and now spent all their time hoping to one day be reunited with their Sole Mate. My hands touched something silky as I dug around, grabbing it I pulled out of the piles of socks only to find a pair of my sisters white silk panties. You can imagine how fast I dropped them as if they had a fatal disease smeared all over them that would turn me into a giggling young girl lacking in all intelligence. Such is the concern that flashed through my brain moments before the sensual feelings made their run at invading my brain cells. Needless to say it was only minutes before I stood there wearing those very smooth knickers, rationalising that only hospitals had super bugs that could melt flesh and change normal people into babbling idiots.

Let me say at the start of this tale that I am, or should I say was, an articulate almost 20 year old third year engineering student at a very prestigious university. My grades can prove how good I was and my birth certificate can show that I was all male along with several bear skin rug photos stored away in the family albums until I turn 21. Anyway back to the story of that fateful day just before midyear break. Alongside the basket was a pile of clothes sorted into whites colours, and darks, a pattern that my mum had tried to instill in me as the starting point for the washing. On the top was a sheet of paper that read "Please feel free to practice doing the washing, PS it won't kill you - Mum (not the maid)." I was late for classes so wearing the silk pants was the only way around the issue of nothing to wear, maybe commando would have been safer? They did feel nice all through the day and by the time I got home and ready for bed I placed them carefully at the bottom of my wash basket.

Monday came around and it was the start of four weeks of break, some simple assignments to finish and then a few days away with the family who by this time had left for work. Mum worked at a local company as their PR manager, Dad was away in China but due back in three weeks. My sister was almost 18 months younger than me but every bit as tall as I was, or should that be that I was as short as she was? Either way we had the same build and I thought at time we looked very similar in hair and facial features. She was called Kelly and I was called Kerry, tell me about it.

As I entered the kitchen to forage for food in dark places such as the refrigerator and pantry I came across the A4 sized note on the bench. It read: I know that sometimes you see this house as a full service hotel and me as your personal maid but it would really help if you could manage to do the washing today - signed your loving mother. The old guilt trip method, which meant she was in need, I turned to the laundry to find all of the clothes in four piles. The coloured pile had far more clothes than the other two and had been split into delicates and not so delicates with a matching bra and knickers just like the pair I had worn last week. Sometimes I can be slow but not today, it was less than thirty seconds before I had replaced my shorts and T shirt with the bra and knickers, they felt so nice and the padding meant I had some shape as well. I grabbed my bits and headed back into my bedroom to look in the mirror, now that made time stand still as I studied the image on the mirror. It was not the normal me but it was definitely "Me", something within me just said "this is the real Kerry."

My image was slight and curvy with light brown hair that flowed over my shoulders and soft skin that looked gentle, no other word for it, I looked gentle. I slipped my sport shorts on and a simple white vest over the top, the narrow straps and square front looked very much like a tank top that Kelly wore but I slept in mine. The image did not change, the shape, hair and smile seemed to say again "this is the real Kerry" but I could only stare at the smile and feel the glow inside. Nobody was going to be home today so I stayed as I was and went to put the washing on, darks first with two heaped spoons of powder. I ate breakfast and then started to clean my room, beats me why, it must have been some of those girl germs that infected my brain at times. By the time I had finished in my bedroom the second round of washing was ready for hanging out to dry.

As I started loading the next load into the machine the front doorbell rang, now call me blonde but I forgot all about the clothes I had on. I think the postman just enjoyed the look, took my signature on his pad, wished me a good day and went onto the next delivery. Nothing strange except as I placed mums parcel on the hall dresser I looked into the face in the mirror; fluffy hair with red rosy cheeks and a nice shape. This was me, let me say that again "THIS IS ME". All those years of not feeling right or feeling like something was just not the same as other people, came flooding into my head. This was truly me, there was no tension or doubt in my mind as I studied the girl with brown eyes and rosy cheeks that slowly had tears forming before cascading down her face. Epiphany is the best word to describe what was happening to me, the lights had been turned on and I could see clearly now what had been hidden or blurred in the past.
With light comes action and I wanted to get some of my own clothes, must have been the girl germs driving me to retail therapy, or it could be just me knowing that turning back was not going to happen. I mentally apologized to my absent sister as I raided her closet and found what I thought would be a suitable set of clothes and shoes for shopping. A pair of kitten heels with white and yellow skirt and cotton blouse over the bra and knickers that I was already wearing but something didn't look quite right. I had hairy legs, not very much but enough to spoil the image so reached into Kelly's drawers and pulled out some skin tone pantyhose, good enough to camouflage the legs and make them better to look at.

Two pairs of pantyhose rolled up and stuffed into each bra cup made a world of difference, to the shape of the blouse and my feelings. My sister had makeup scattered all over her vanity table but it was just a light coat of lipstick that met my lips. Before leaving I stopped at the front door and considered the wallet keys and phone I had in my hands, handbag I thought and dashed back to Kelly's room for another acquisition.

It may seem like this was something that I had planned many times but trust me I had never so much as dreamt about wearing her clothes or played at dress up. Without any fear or hesitation I left the house and started my car, well sort of my car, it was a pale blue Hyundai that Dad had bought for mum and she passed it down the line to me when she got the new Honda Jazz. Nothing seemed out of whack, the world was bright and colourful as the birds flew across the autumn sky and the radio played easy listening music, just another day in paradise. Shopping centre's can be great places to be seen or to hide, neither of these came to mind as I parked the car and headed into the mall in search of my own clothes. Having the name of Kerry meant I could use my ATM card without any fear, even if I had thought about it before hands. So many things to do and so little time, my logical mind started making lists of clothes and accessories that I would need but my visual mind took over a soon as I hit the ladies department.

Shopping is different for each gender as men see and buy but women need to confirm and match then consider the alternatives and weigh it all up again while looking for better prices. A simple task took several hours as I purchased several pairs of everything girly and stored them in the boot of my car before returning for my fun. It did become more fun and less agricultural as I went on. Colour and feel made me look better or worse, sales assistants came and talked about how good it looked but I got the sense that some of them only sought a sale rather than my best. Still, the number of bags increased and space in my car decreased as the day wore on punctuated with coffee and lunch breaks before I felt the only missing item was makeup.

As I entered the front of the department store I could see five islands of colour with names that I knew meant high price, several had women demonstrating or selling. I chose an island where it looked like I could browse without being pushed into buying the world especially since I had no idea what I would need. It may have been obvious to everyone that I was lost at sea with no hope of sorting it all out but they let me browse for several minutes until a young girl turned up at the counter beside me.

"You seem a little distracted can I help explain anything?" she asked in such a gentle manner that made me feel like I could trust her.

"Yes please, I need to be more involved in making a good impression at work" I had thought through a scenario that made sense to me in case of being asked.

"Do you normally wear foundation or just basic lipstick?"

"Actually what you see is all that I use, haven't been much of a makeup person" I said quite truthfully.

"My name is Tina why don't you sit down here so we can test your colour profile and skin type" she said smiling in a most disarming way.
Tina used sashes of colour placing them over my shoulder and chest until she declare she had my "season", whatever that meant.

Over the next hour she painted, brushed, outlined, dusted, and finally spritzed, but most of all she went into great detail about what it all meant for me depending on the time of place and style or image I was wanting to portray. Tina painted my nails and brushed my hair to one side as she inserted a comb behind my ear. If this morning had been an epiphany and turning on the lights then this was like a thunder storm of lighting effects. My eyes sucked me into the mirror while the smile grew wider each second.

"What do you think?" Tina asked as I sat motionless in front of her mirror.

"Wow, can I take you home with me?" was all that came out of my mouth, if the image at home was me then this was me on steroids.

"I assume that you like the things that I showed you, would you like to buy some of them?" Tina asked making the sales push that she would have been taught.

"Some, I think I need the lot and you had better include brushes and anything else I need" my mouth said these things while my eyes still held me like retractor beams from an alien space ship.

Tina smiled as she collected several items at the cash register, "let me show you a better way" she said lifting down a metal toolbox type of device. She opened it up like a mechanics tool set to display brushes of many size and thickness alongside tools for eye lashes, nails, and lips. It contained pots of powder and disks of eye shadow and ten different eye liner pencils, spare drawers for pins and clips.
The downside was the cost, with cleansers and moisturizer it came to over three hundred dollars but Tina assured me that this was an investment in looking good in every situation and threw in several freebies such as makeup bag and some samples. All up this would last me a good two years she said and I could come back at anytime and ask for her help.

Let's just say that the girl that walked out of there was totally different to the one that had stood there earlier, she had confidence plus with a large dose of beauty for all to see. It may have been my imagination but I was sure that my walk had become more like sailing along a gentle river, smooth and effortless as I looked in store fronts on my way back to the car. Tina had made mention about my ears and the lack of earrings being unusual for people my age so on a whim I stopped at one of the chemists and asked about piercing and how long it would take. Twenty minutes later I had two studs and two hoops with cleaning solution as I continued back to my car, this time I made it.
Mid afternoon and the world was still bright and happy, but how do I tell mum and sis that they have another girl in the house?

I unpacked the car and placed each of the bags in my bedroom, some in the wardrobe and others alongside my desk. Glancing up at the mirror wasted another five minutes as I studied my new face before snapping out of it all. I had a plan that seemed as logical as anything else I had done this day, SMS to Kelly about a movie date and my shout for dinner. We did this every so often when we needed to talk so she was quick to reply agreeing to meet at the normal cinema.

Now the dilemma that every girl has "what should I wear?" I said, looking at all the shopping bags. First thing was to find the lingerie bag or bags and then match it to a comfortable skirt and top, white silk underwear and blouse with a dark blue knee length skirt. Top it all off with "Smoky" hose, medium heels and a liberal amount of jewelry that I had also bought today. One of the necklaces that I had picked up was several loops of dark and light blue beads interspersed with white lumps of plastic to break up the colours. All up a very credible image for a semi professional girl, I knew Kelly would be coming straight from her office job and as the junior she had to keep up the appearance of being one of the crowd. Mum would be home at 5pm so I had just about an hour to finish the final load of washing and secure my bedroom, then hang the washing on the line, I was out of the house by 4:45 carrying my new purse with lipstick and tissues.

My plan was to purchase the tickets before Kelly got to the cinema and meet her in the foyer then walk her into the dark before she could ask too many questions. I parked and entered the cinema to make sure the movie was available before sitting and enjoying a cup of coffee and chance to think. In my head was the famous phrase from Steve Irkle, "Did I do that?" did I really go out of the house dressed in a skirt, buy way too much and now sit here looking like a hot date.

"What was I thinking, Kelly will laugh all the way through the movie" I said inside my head as nerves built up threatening to kill the plan I had put together. Too late, she had entered the foyer and was looking around, our eyes met and she kept going around the room not recognizing me. Kelly speed dialed my phone before I could get to her, she heard it go off just as I stood up and approached her. The penny dropped and so did her jaw,

"Hi sis, I've already got the tickets lets go inside" I said taking her arm gently.

"Kerry?" she muttered.

"Who else would be meeting you here, sister dear?" I said continuing towards the entry.

"But how, why…." She asked trailing off as she had far too many questions to ask and nothing like answers filling the void.

"Let's get inside then I can answer some of those questions"

We chose a couple of seats at the far edge of the room away from the main crowd that would come in, although only twenty or so people would be at a five thirty screening. As soon as we sat down I could see her mind racing ahead trying to get the questions into a logical sequence so I cut her off and gave her the short cut version.

"So, there we have it all along I should have been your sister. Now how do I tell mum about it?"

"Stop, are you saying that you intend to change sex, is this a joke or are you serious?" Kelly asked shaking her head from side to side.

"Let me say it again, this is who I am, who I was meant to be" the words leaving my mouth but not getting into her brain. Maybe I had misjudged her, I though Kelly would see the real me and go along with my decision, maybe I was wrong.

"OK, let's assume that mum sees your side of the story there is always Dad to get around and you have no hope there"

"One step at a time, what about you, do you see the real me?" I said looking deeply into her eyes as if trying to read her mind and finding only confusion. Gradually she nodded then reached out to hug me, not the normal type this was like a homecoming hug, she squeezed and held me closely.

"Yes I do see the real you, I just knew you weren't like the other guys at school" Kelly said hugging me again as tears slowly appeared in both of our eyes.

The film was average but being there with sis made it all seem so much better, we held hands and giggled at the most inopportune time before walking out of the cinema. Kelly stopped me in the foyer and said she had to use the toilet, suddenly my bladder was full and the realization that I would have to use the same room - The Ladies.

"Just copy me and don't stare at anyone, you'll be fine" Kelly prompted as she opened the outer door to the inner sanctum of femininity, which by this time was getting quite busy due to the main screening. I found a cubicle, stepped in and closed the door. I breathed again, lowered my hose and hitched up my skirt as if in a dream, breathed again. Sat down and started to relax, shit, forgot the panties, stood up and pulled them down before sitting at last ready to do my business. Breathed again.

"Kerry, are you okay?" Kelly whispered through the door.

"Yes, just don't leave me here" I replied as I finished off rearranging my skirt. My Skirt, what a thought, last week I had nothing but guy wear and now I could easily throw the whole lot out the window. I am not going back to being the false me.

Kelly was at the mirror reapplying her lipstick and checking her makeup, I did the same looking at both of us as we stood there comparing ourselves.

"How could we ever have missed this, we are so alike" Kelly chuckled as she hugged me again.

"Great, let's eat and figure out how we can get mum on side" and we walked out of the cinema ready to eat.

Next time - Will there be laughter in the house or tears, will mum see the Real Me

The cinema complex had several cafes nearby some of which we avoided like the plague while others served great food and good prices that two girls could easily afford on their wages. By the way I had no job except getting through university which was an agreement Dad made for each of us, Kelly had opted for a gap year before starting studies. We sat down in our favourite corner stall while Sam the waiter brought water and menus, normally he would just say hi and go back behind the counter to pour the drinks etc. This time he stood and stared at me.

"Can I help you Sam?" Kelly asked trying to get his attention.

"Sorry I was just admiring your friends beauty" he stumbled out before looking at Kelly.

"Thank you Sam, why haven't you ever said that about me?" Kelly playfully asked making him blush, "I know it's just her natural magnetism but surely customer service should be unbiased"

"Sorry Kelly but I did go to school with you for twelve years" Sam shuffled his notepad and tried to concentrate again. The redness still rising in his cheeks.

"Just a Tony special pizza and salad tonight and two diet cokes, and free compliments next time, Mate"

Sam left us to talk after bringing our drinks, but I could still feel his eyes burning into my back during the evening. Did others see me as a hot chick or was it just bad lighting?

"Kelly, how do I look and be honest, good or bad?" I asked hoping that she would be gentle on me and not take the chance to get some points back at my expense. She took ages before she spoke and then came the biggest shock of the entire day.

"If you are going to keep going out dressed like that then I am going to be broke keeping up with you, girl you are way too sexy for this town. Your makeup is fantastic and your smile seems to cut through people like a laser, you are hot, how did we ever miss this?"

"No seriously, tell me the truth am I ok?" I asked not believing her comments.

"Seriously you are H O T, hot. Sam, what do you think of my friend here?" Kelly asked as he put down the garlic bread and parmesan cheese.

"What do you mean, like would I go out with her or is she a one thousand ship beauty like Helen of Troy?" Being Greek he understood beauty in all of the historical ways.

"Both, but she is not available so skip that idea."

"Such a loss, but let me know if your boyfriend drops dead or turns gay" he said turning back to the counter and the safety of the kitchen.

The pizza and salad came along with new drinks compliments of Sam or should I say Sam's dad who owned the place. We talked carefully about how to break the news to mum and when would be good, if she would freak out or laugh before telling me to go back and change into my real clothes. The risk of ridicule was not high as our family had strong ideals of allowing free expression without putdown. All the same the pressure of upsetting mum would have to be managed rather than just let loose. She would be in bed by the time we got home so I could get away with another day before confronting the news.

"Bye Sammy" I purred fluttering my eye lashes and blowing little kisses.

"You are shameless, stop playing with the poor lad" Kelly said slapping my arm. What does she mean playing with him, I guess I have a lot to learn about being a girl.

The house was dark apart from the front door light and mum's bedroom, I parked the car and unlocked the front door praying that she would stay in bed and just say goodnight. I moved quickly through to my room as Kelly went in and chatted for a while claiming that I had a bad case of full bladder, it worked and a few minutes later we were both sat in my room talking again. Kelly wanted to see the clothes and everything I had bought but I begged off and said we could do it in the morning after mum goes to work and before Kelly goes in for her afternoon shift. As she got up to leave she handed me a silk nightgown doubting that I had bought one for myself, another thing she got wrong. I cleaned my face after taking a couple of photos on my phone for future reference and crawled into bed wearing the bra and knickers for a solid sleep.

I slept well into the morning giving mum plenty of time to leave the house, it was quiet as I pushed the kitchen door open wearing the nightgown with bra and knickers. Sitting at the table was mum, the looks between us made eternity seem like a very short timeframe. Mum looked at me my chest, my hair and my chest again.

"Okay, you can start and I will be silent hoping for a really good story" she said lifting her coffee cup for another drink, probably to stabilize her nerves and stop her reacting.
Short version with some improvements and some exclusions, like Sam and the compliments. I finished just as Kelly pushed into the room.

"So did you tell her you wanted to stay as a girl for the rest of your life?"

Mum choked and my mouth went very dry, that was one of the exclusions that I had made to minimize the shock. Well there goes another badly made plan. It took quite a few minutes for me to clear the air and get out the whole story including Sam, the little bits that Kelly added and some questions that had been hanging unspoken. As I looked at mum she was shell shocked or punch drunk, or just plain numb as nothing seemed to be working anymore. By this time Kelly and I had some food in front of us and drank our coffee while eating toast, she had on the matching nightgown to mine. Mum looked back and forth comparing us both, we ate the same way and now dressed the same way.

"How could I have missed it?" she said shaking her head, a common reaction for first timers.

There was no anger or tension, no screaming or shouting, something was badly wrong, I needed to be told the truth of why it was so easy. Mum got up and left the room without saying anymore than "I have to make call to work, don't move" and with that she was out of ear shot for about five minutes. Walking back in she sat down calmly and asked if I would like to get changed before we continued our talk, being a kitchen family it made sense to just stay as we were.

"Firstly I need to say that your father and I love you very much and nothing will change that. Secondly this is not a show stopper as they say, let me explain about my pregnancy before you were born when I got morning sickness every single day for five hours each day. The doctors could not find anything wrong so prescribed a drug called DES that had just hit the market, it was experimental but based on a natural remedy, it worked very well and after a few months the sickness stopped but the drug was removed from the shelves and replaced with a similar drug. The reality was that it caused some birth defects and every mother that took the drug was screened for the first five years after delivery."

"Are you saying that I have been drugged?" I asked wondering what else had been hidden from me.

"Not drugged, but some things may have been altered during development that’s why we went to the doctor every year while you were young. Nothing showed up and we put it aside hoping that it was just good luck for you. The fault was to do with the level of estrogen during the first trimester and it could limit male growth but you have always tested clear just a few small areas like hair and skin. I just called in a family emergency day at work and got an appointment at Doctor Susan's clinic for us at 12:30 today. Kelly you can come or go to work, whatever you want to do."

Kelly raced off to make the call to work while we sat and looked at our coffee not ready to talk yet. Even when Kelly came back and told us she would come with us it did not move us forward.

"What about showing us all of the clothes you just bought" Kelly asked getting back up to leave.

The next hour was me acting like a Barbie Doll for Kelly as mum sat still stunned and shaking her head, the skirts and dresses with blouses and shorts, several pairs of shoes and underwear all finishing in a little black dress with dark seamed stockings and 4" heels and I do mean stockings. Mum nearly had a fit as Kelly lifted the hem to reveal the stocking tops then came various comments about shotguns and father protecting his daughters. The sudden use of the word daughters made us all stop, that’s what it was now or would be shortly, I wanted to be the daughter of Mr & Mrs Brown and the sister of Kelly Brown. This was the real me, daughter and sister, shame about never being a mother.
We finished getting ready in plenty of time and as mum checked me out again, she smiled and said "I always knew that you were too soft to be a boy at heart."

Kelly and I had very similar dresses on, front opening with buttons from top to bottom but while Kelly could leave several undone I had to be more careful about flashing cleavage. One day I intend to have my own breasts I thought then wondered how long it would take and how big they would be, oh well I have only been a girl for two days. Two days and so much has happened in such a short time from dorky skinny male to hot curvaceous babe and attitude as well. I knew that the doctor would want answers when she saw me but to be honest I had very little idea apart from the gut feeling that this was really me and how I wanted to stay. Engineering is based around logic and rules but here I was doing the exact opposite, no logic and no boundaries, just the gut feeling and determination. It was as if a switch had been thrown in my head, all of the old pathways that had male characteristics were suddenly closed down and a totally new set that had previously never been seen or heard from were open for business. There was no transition period or modification process, it was just "all change" and it did all change from thinking and talking to clothes and Sam.

"Time to go, let's get in the car" mum said as she picked up her handbag and car keys, her girls followed after carrying bags and swinging their hips. Dad is going to be so off about this.

The clinic that Dr Susan ran was only ten minutes away we had no delays and got there just as she finished her earlier session, always one for schedules mum said. The receptionist had our files on the desk ready which was a surprise since I had no idea that I was a patient here.

"Hi Diane, this must be Kerry and Kelly come inside" a smiling forty something doctor said as she opened the office door. I later found out that she was much closer to sixty but had a husband in plastics that helped her appearance, that’s plastic surgery not manufacturing.

"So I guess something has changed in the family, who is Kerry?"

I stepped forward and held out my hand and gently shook hers, "you guess right about the changes, they have been all mine" I said taking the seats offered to us.

Dr Susan made small talk then asked me to give a brief snapshot of what had happened, I finished with the comments about instant changes and parallel universes inside my head. The next ten minutes consisted of her and mum filling me in on the details about the poisoning during pregnancy before Susan outlined what she had been told from the Medical Review Team or MRT assigned to the issue. The pharmaceutical company was forced to provide ongoing support and medical cover until each child reached 25 years of age. The short version is that nearly twelve cases had so far been reported where male children had suddenly switched gender, their bodies showed male genitalia but they had for all intents and purpose become female. Some had been at a young age all the way up to twenty which I would be in a few months.
"I think it would be good for me to have a quick examination of your body, I assume you would prefer that to be with your mum and sister?" Susan asked it but in reality she was already showing mum and Kelly to the waiting room.

"Just slip into the next room and put on the fashion statement without a rear" she said pointing to the pink gown that would be similar to wearing a one sided night shirt, breezy to say the least.

As she prepared the examination table and turned on the ultra sound gear I came back out feeling exposed, or is that vulnerable, so much for patient confidence. Stepping up to the table was like dancing with two left feet, turn and grab to not flash the doctor, then sit and not squeal from the cold vinyl. Susan explained about the process and then started pressing my bladder and abdomen as she made suitable facial expressions. Then the hardest part of the exam when she asked me to roll onto my side and hang my butt off the bed.

"This is the worst thing that men have to put up with so just relax and it will be over in ten seconds"

I heard the snap of rubber glove and the cold touch and then pressure on my backside as she told me to relax, how do I relax when I am about to be totally embarrassed in front of her. It was all over before I could realize and after hearing mum mention other things gyno's have to do I decided that silence was the best option. Then came the cold jelly and ultra sound head as pictures formed on the monitor, tubes and lumps in grey and white joined by dark links or small tubes that I assumed were major blood vessels and plumbing works. Susan slowed down and started to point out certain items to me.

"This is a typical 3D shot for any normal young girl of your age and I gather it is not what you would have expected me to find in there."

"I am not surprised by anything this week, but can you tell me what the parts are?" I really didn't put two and two together in the same way as she did until I heard the words, ovaries and womb mentioned as she pointed to the monitor. The lower part showed a swollen womb with two floating circles and tubes off the top sides and a solid looking tube extending towards my penis region.

"Let me go lower down to show you what I can see" she said pushing the cold jelly and machine towards my testicles, "here I can see the end of your vagina, although it appears to come to a dead end."

I think that at this point I could almost make the rest of the diagnosis before Susan could get it out, I had female plumbing mixed with male plumbing and some interesting crossovers. What that meant was a bit unsure but I may have been guessing ahead of the doctor so opted to stay quiet again. I was told to get dressed and come back into the main office when ready which took about five minutes as I thought about what I had been hearing. I made sure my dress was neat and tidy before walking in and finding all three women sitting around as if nothing was unusual, just another day in the life of a switcher. Sorry, my name for those of us that had been human guinea pigs for a drug company.

"Could you please repeat what you told me next door so mum can be involved in this?" I asked unsure if she already knew but wanting more than just my input on the matter, if I was going to be given a choice. It took only a few minutes for mum and Kelly to catch up and understand that the new girl in the house had everything except an opening and was probably going to be having some surgery to make it one way or another. The choice was male or female, both parts looked normal although slightly cross coupled and fertility in the other twelve switchers was positive for both sets of equipment. They finished and looked at me as if it was now my time to talk and decide the future.

"What would surgery involve if I wanted to stay a male and what if I wanted to stay a female?" I said purposely mixing the sexes as I now understood that I had both.

Susan drew pictures and explained the downtime of each operation but then stopped and asked one simple question, "if at the press of a button I could make you either sex, what would your heart and mind choose?

Four months later I finished the surgery, my sex now matched my gender, the body and mind got back into sync and I have to say that the new wardrobe looks far better than the old male one. The drug dealers provided full cover and even a clothing allowance to make sure that I would be happy after suffering their stuff up. It was referred to as Parallel Intrinsic Input Gender Switching or Gender Function Condition, you may have seen the acronyms mentioned on the television or print media. GFC and PIIGS have been covered up as widely as possible but it tends to happen without any notice to males of any age. The trigger is brought about if they touch female clothes to their genitals and once triggered they can never return to being just male, the male wiring is shorted out and the female one starts to dominate every single action.

My only recommendation is to keep away from the closet or forever become a switcher.