("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- This May Be A Work Of Fiction - 2 by TAJocelyn (address withheld) *** A scientist finds that it's not a good idea to experiment on yourself. (mf-teens, youths, mast, rom, sci-fi) *** PART 2 Remember how I said that I woke up in the hospital several days later? Well the reason why, had to do with the stent in my heart. You see when my body modified itself, my heart shrunk to the size of an adolescents heart. The stent was just too big! It was stretching the artery like a balloon! It could burst and I would have been dead in just a few minutes. That would have ended this story! It only took the surgeon an hour to remove the stent. But he insisted that I be sedated and kept unconscious for at least 3 days to allow the artery to heal. Removing the catheter was another minor surgery that took a couple hours. You see they couldn't remove it all at once. They had to cut it into several small slivers and remove them without ripping the urethra. I'm glad I was asleep and didn't feel that! While I was under, my mother had learned the truth about my experiment. When I awoke, I learned that my mom had a lot of hidden talents. Like identity theft! I have no idea how she convinced the state department that I had a green card and that it was lost! But sure enough when the hospital called them to confirm my identity, there I was! Jamie, (well you don't need to know my last name); it was right there on the temporary replacement card. Well, O.K., it didn't have a photo. They said that I had to go to the county courthouse and have a new one made. But it's still so cool that my mom could do such a thing! I guess living with my dad gave her the tools she needed. Remember, he was in military intelligence in Korea? Oh, and Michelle was so jealous she wouldn't even answer my post about Johnny! :> Anyway it wasn't long before I was dressed in a child's warm-up suit and headed home. I guess that was the easiest thing for my mom to buy as she didn't know my size! I think she enjoyed getting the cute "My Little Pony" warm-ups. You see, I'm an only child. When I was born, my mom lost the ability to have children. I think my mom always wanted a little girl too. Not that she didn't want a baby boy, On the contrary, I think she would have had a dozen kids, if she could! Before I forget, let me tell you something about peeing, It sucks. I waddled into my bathroom at the hospital and there in front of me was this HUGE toilet! I stood in front and reached for my…well you know, and there was nothing there! "Oh, that's right, I'm a girl now." I said half to myself. So I turned around and sat right down in the bowl. The seat was up. My but was soaked and I still had to pee! Every woman I ever lived with had their revenge. When I did go, boy did it hurt! My poor (now) little urethra was so sore. Now I know a lot of you are thinking, "How is he keeping it all together?" Your right, inside my mind was screaming, "I'm a girl! I'm a girl! What the hell happened?" Remember, despite the mood swings and hormone dancing, I'm still a scientist. A scientist who's totally "screwed", but I am still a scientist. I knew that the only way to fix this was to get out of here. That meant I had to "be a little girl" like I was always little girl! It wasn't easy. When they brought me my meals, the first thing I noticed was how little I could eat! Well of course, my stomach was only half its original size. And the Orange Juice! I had Orange Juice! I was a diabetic remember? So orange juice was one of the things I couldn't have. When I walked down the hall, I must have seemed dazed to my mother. "It's OK we'll talk about it in the car Jamie." "Mom, everybody's so huge!" "No dear, you're tiny." She was right! I was only around four feet tall! Mom was 5' 4" and she looked huge! Well I was 6'2" when this whole thing started. And now everything looked like it was made for giants! I couldn't even see over the dashboard in the car! When my mother finally got me in the car, I was bombarded with "What were you thinking? How could you do something like this? YOU ALMOST DIED!" She was crying. I felt like shit. Then I was crying too. Mom, I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened. My cells should have regenerated. I don't know what happened. I need to get to my computer. Was all I could manage between my own sobbing. Now something amazing happened when we arrived at home. We were all done with our crying, and I was turning to go to my work room, when my mom asked, "Don't you want your glasses James?" My glasses, I wasn't wearing my glasses. For the first time I realized that everything was in focus! I turned and looked out over the valley we lived in. And I could see. I could see the houses on the other side. I could see people in their yards. I could see what color their clothes where! I could see! Looking back over the last few years and all the things I've had to learn and do as a woman, I think that just for that moment, everything was worth it. I was crying then. I didn't know why. I knew that people cry when they are happy, but it never had it happen to me. Or was it just my new body teaching me something about the "me" I am now? Well when I finally went into my shop, out of habit I threw on my lab coat. It was almost to the floor, my arms only came about ¾ the way in the sleeves. I felt ridicules. I decided to check myself out in the mirror and see if I could fix it. I looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. I was so cute it was sickening. "Oh, my god" was all I could say as I removed the lab coat. For the first time I was alone. So I started removing my clothes. This was the first real opportunity I had to examine the change that had come over me. I stripped in front of the mirror. I could only see part of my back, so I moved another mirror to my side. I was a girl. My breasts were just beginning to bud. My figure was nice even if I wasn't really developed. Then I looked at my crotch. I have been with a lot of ladies when I was a man. But never with anyone as young as my body was. My skin was soft. Softer than anything I had touched before. Just the breeze from my open window was enough to send shivers of pleasure up and down my body. I moved my hands between my legs and felt a strange feeling in my stomach. I was wet? I remember using my tongue on a girl's clit until she came all over my face. Was this little button the…my clit? I could feel the blockage in the... in my vagina. That must be the... my Hyman? I touched the little button with my finger and nearly fell to my knees. Was that what a woman felt, just from her clit? I couldn't stop I was wet my clit was slippery and I felt great! Then it happened, I felt my whole insides contract. It felt like I was falling. Then my insides felt like it was exploding between my legs! If I cried out, I have no idea how loud I was. But after my whole body stopped shaking, I lay on the floor with a hand full of my own fluids from my soaked cunt. So that was an Orgasm! Wow, I think I just met my new best friend! That's all for part 2. We'll get to the Frankenstein stuff in the next part. And that was my first time, I'm twelve now, more developed and I think I'm ready for that stuff now, but I haven't yet. Maybe I'll wait till I'm thirteen, Or maybe the prom? That would be cool! Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email address so it will do the reader no good contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later time to see if there have been any updates to this story by the author. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 72