Spiraling Into Girldom

At first it was very gradual, so much that you started questioning yourself, your identity, your gender. Subtle mental changes were the first things to take place. You found yourself stopping by shop windows, staring at feminine garments, frilly dresses, cute skirts and matching bikinis, losing yourself in though while looking at them, then catching yourself doing it unconsciously. You told yourself that you were just imagining your girlfriend wearing those, her bountiful curves displayed in the colorful clothing. But after a while you couldn’t deny it, you were actually imagining yourself wearing these beautiful, but oh so feminine assortments.

In secret you started trying on your girlfriend’s clothes, being careful not to get caught. You were surprised how much they felt comfortable, how they felt just right on your body, despite not being shaped properly for your masculine body. Then you started trying on her make up while she was gone for her girl's nights, making sure not to take too much so she wouldn’t notice, and to wash it all off before she came back. You felt so beautiful with your succulent red lips, luscious lashes and powdered nose. Maybe this was who you were meant to be, maybe you were really supposed to be a girl.

But that mindset changed when the physical changes started happening. Puffy and sensitive chest area, hair lengthening at an unnatural pace, body hair thinning and hips widening, this was definitely nor normal. Wanting to be more like a girl was one thing, but actually becoming one was another. Something was happening, something was actually doing this to you. This wasn’t you, and you decided to fight back, to cling on to your masculinity. But as soon as you stopped submitting to your guilty pleasures, the urges started getting stronger, as if to push back against your own resistance. And the harder you resisted, the harder it fought back. Soon just the fact of wearing male clothing became unbearable, and you had to wear skimpy feminine lingerie underneath your clothes just to make yourself feel better. And you started touching up your face subtly, just enough to feel good without it showing.

The hardest day for you was when you got so lost in a long make-up session, pampering yourself in a beautiful gown, admiring how gorgeous you looked, that you did not notice the time and your girlfriend came home, catching you in the act. She felt so betrayed, so hurt, she couldn’t forgive you, and left you right there. You tried explaining to her that this wasn’t you, that you were trying to fight it, but that it was so hard, but she wouldn’t hear it. She ended your relationship and kicked you out of the apartment. At that point you started to spiral down even faster.

Now in your own place, you didn’t have anyone to hide from anymore, and the changes started speeding up. Anytime you were home you were dressed like a girl, only switching to male clothing while going out. And then you started going out dressed as a girl as well, and it felt so good, so relieving, as if you could finally present your true self to the world. But you knew that was lie, that this wasn’t you. You were a man, not this feminine flower. But you couldn’t help yourself, it just felt so good, so right. You stopped cutting your hair, letting it grow long and flowing. Your small breasts began blossoming out, your body becoming curvy and soft. Your face was shifting from the androgynous features you now possessed to downright feminine and dainty features. Now even if you wanted to hide your new body behind male clothing, cut your hair, forgo your make-up, no one would ever mistake you for a man ever again.

But the most terrifying change was when both your sex and your sexuality shifted. Contrary to all these other changes, this one was not gradual at all. One night you still had your male equipment tucked in between two very feminine thighs, and the next morning all you had was a shaven mound welcoming you to fully fledged womanhood. And as you went out that day, no longer did any woman do anything for you, they seemed plain, unappealing, and frankly simply not as good looking as you. But the men though, that was another story. You stared at them in awe, at how sexy and attractive they were. You couldn’t help checking them out, and not so subtly. More than once you were approached by one of the guys, who caught you looking at them. You turned them down, obviously, but it did make you feel so good to know that men desired you, yearned for you. It made you feel valued, as a woman. And that was the worst part, knowing that you weren’t even supposed to be a woman, and much less a heterosexual one.

You never did find out how or even why this happened, and were completely unable to resist the changes, and much less undo them. You were now trapped in a woman’s body, with extreme girly urges that you couldn’t help but submit to. Shopping, dressing up, make up were now all part of your routine. Not only that, but you could stop yourself from flirting with men, their attention felt so good! Almost as good as their dicks inside you, you soon found out. At that point there was no turning point, this was just the kind of girl you were now, to your dismay and horror.