I used to think I had it made as a man. I had a smoking hot wife and nice big paycheck working on nano-tech for the government. Sure, some thought it was unethical. But crossing the protest line into work never upset me much when I got that check. With all the legal battles in the legislature, I figured it might just be a mater of time before they shut it down. But I was never worried since I'd still have my mind. I knew the tech inside and out. I could easily take it over seas to fund me. What I didn't plan on, however, was sabotage. It all felt like just a day at the office. In hindsight, I thought I had recognized that deliverly guy. I just didn't really he was one of the daily protestors outside. All I saw was the flash of the explosion.
When I woke up the doctors explained the nanobots had entered the systems of those who survived the explosion. Apparently the volatile bots had fully fused to and re-written our bodies. One of my coworkers was turned into an old man without the ability to speak. Another was messed up he had to be locked in the crazy house. I, however, had been transformed into an otherwise healthy teenage girl. After the shock wore off the doctors explained what to me was the worst part. Since I was inside a younger body, my brain was not as developed. They explained that while I would retain most memories, specifics regarding complex subjects would fade. More specifically, all the complex math and mechanics relating to the nano-bot tech was already fading. In the month that followed I learned that the government was trying to cover up the fact that the only survivors of the attack had been transformed by the tech. With the battle still raging in the courts they felt it would be bad for optics. Their solution was to give me a new identity as my wife Helen's daughter and ship us off to the other side of the country where no one knew us. The cash payout was nice but I could not believe it. Helen was my wife not my mother! They assured me that as soon as they could find someone with the technical no-how to change me back they would do it. Sadly I knew the truth was that all the experts were in the building that day. It could take years till I go back.
Reluctantly, we packed our bags and went. The first few months were hard. We tried to pretend behind closed doors that we were still married but usually just ended up screaming at each other. Helen missed me being a man and I found being a girl with puberty emotions extremely difficult. Eventually Helen told me that she couldn't do it anymore. She told me it was time she start using my new legal name Chloe instead of my old name Carson. She told me it would be easier for her if she just thought of Carson as gone. I reluctantly accepted it and started sleeping in second bedroom instead of the master. For my part, I still wanted to think of myself as a man. I held onto the hope that one day I could just go back to normal. I wore baggy gender nuetral clothes and avoided anything girly as if one shred of pink would erode my whole identity. Sure, I got teased a bit at school but who needs to be popular? Not me! Okay, it did hurt a bit. But I was not giving up on being Carson.
Things changed the night Helen and I turned on the news to learn the legislature battle was over. Nano-tech was now illegal. Gone was any hope of returning to my old self. To ever holding my wife as a man. Helen didn't say a word. She just walked into her bedroom and closed it for a long while. A few hours later she emerged in the sexiest little black dress I think I had ever seen her in. Her tall heels clicked as she gathered a few things and stuffed them into her purse. She didn't say a word as she walked right out the front door. I must have fallen alseep on the couch since I woke up the next morning to Helen walking back through the front door. Her make-up was smeared and her dress was wrinkled. I cried when she told me she spent the night with a man. What I didn't realize, however, was that this was a whole new beginning.
From that day forward Helen was like a whole new person. She smiled more, she joked with me, but most importantly she decided to embrace being my new mother. Over the next week she came home from work every day with more shopping bags. I thought it was all stuff for her till I came back home from school to find my wide array of boxers and sweats completely replaced. She told me her daughter was going to start acting like a girl. I started to complain but she wouldn't have it. That night she took me out to dinner wearing my first skirt. She insisted that I could only call her Mom from now on and I obeyed. I felt like a part of me was disappearing that day but another parts was just beginning to breath. I figured that if I did girly things since I was forced to, it didn't make me any less of a man on the inside.
Each night she taught me a new lesson on being a girl. Or as she called it: mother-daughter time. Sticking with my plan of cooperating, I dove right into each lesson. Makeup, walking in heels, style. I learned it all. Who knew you had to wear the right panties with the right outfit in order to not show. Now I did. After I got bold enough she took me shopping with her. She had me pick out a number of things myself including this outfit. Normally, I'd feel a little slutty wearing this around the house but Mom says it will teach me to be comfortable with my body and who am I to complain.
I have to be careful, however, since Mom has been starting to bring her new boyfriend Derek around. I want to feel upset but she never happier than after a night with him. Last night, I got up late for a snack and realized Mom had accidentally left the door cracked. When this all began, I thought I was still into girls. That is, till I saw them together. Neither had seen me so I found myself lingering and watching. The more he crashed into her open legs the more intense her moans of pleasure. I began to touch myself. But in the moment I realized that I didn't want to be him. I wanted to be her.
As I lay here and imagine, I let my mind wander to the boys at my school. Some are big and tall and handsome. Mmm how I might enjoy spreading wide and letting one in. Just the thought gets me going. I think I'll let it stay a thought for today. But tomorrow, maybe its time for Chloe to find her first boyfriend.
