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Alison had always dreamed of being a girl and one day he chanced upon some of his mother’s birth control pills in a packet.
Was this a chance to experiment, he thought. The trouble was he couldn’t keep taking them every day, forever, as his mum would soon realise that her pills were going somewhere other than down her throat.
So he discreetly took a month’s supply away, hoping nothing would be said ‒ just to see what they did to him, after all they were supposed to be estrogen-based and that was a major women’s hormone.
So the pills joined the other few things Alison had put aside, hidden in a little box in the top of his wardrobe. The white skimpy bra and pants set he had ‘borrowed’ from the bottom of a friend’s sister’s wardrobe and brought home in his trouser pockets and a pair of laddered nylons he had found in a waste paper basket in his mum’s bedroom.
By day six, apart from feeling a bit sick, everything seemed fine. Nothing was growing, but he didn’t expect that instantly. The trouble was what to do once he had finished the first 21-day cycle.
By day ten that was of no consequence as he was hauled up before a sympathetic mother who had noticed a missing pack and had brought him to account.
Okay, so you want to be a girl do you James, she said. Well we’d better do something more positive about it….
Part two tomorrow…