Accepting me, for who I am (TG-Queen request)

Kasdfdsak's monthly reward August 2023

For as long as I can remember I’ve never been a normal boy, I was never into sports, roughhousing or even getting dirty, pretty much anything typical boys do, I wasn’t interested in it. Instead, I’ve always liked doing the same things as the girls around me.

My best friend Hana was always supportive of this side of me and was always happy to play with me while we were growing up. We’d play house and dress up, pick flowers, and play with dolls any chance we got.

My parents on the other hand weren't so supportive of this, and anytime I was caught I’d get punished. So over time, I learned to hide it from them. Most times I would do this by hanging out at Hanna’s house.

Years pass and we’re seventeen now. Hanna and I were in her room trying on some of her dresses, doing our makeup, and styling our hair, oh yeah I guess I should mention I’m kinda a crossdresser now, and perhaps it’s something more.

Hanna has been completely supportive of me being feminine, and she’s the reason I know how to style my hair and apply makeup, if not for her and her house as my safe haven, I’d never get to do this.

I was wearing my favorite of her dresses, her short black dress. I loved the way it looked on me, the way it hugged my body, and the softness of it, all of it was perfect to me, and Hanna loved seeing me in it as well.

This dress doesn’t fit her all that well now that her breasts have gotten bigger, so I think she likes that it still fits me so she doesn't have to throw it away. While I was checking myself out, Hanna asked me if I wanted to keep the dress.

Of course, I did, but I told her I couldn’t take it home due to my parents. She convinces me to just hide it away in my stuff and after a bit of back and forth, she convinced me to take the dress home.

I do just that, hiding it in my backpack and running up to my room as soon as I got home. I removed it from my backpack and stuff it into my closet. After that, my parents call me down to eat dinner.

I awkwardly chat with them, eat my dinner and go to my room for the night. I wait until my parents head to their room for the night and as soon as they close the door, I rush over to my closet and get the dress out.

I get changed into it and start parading around. It wasn’t the same without the proper underwear, but something about being able to wear it in my own room felt amazing, almost freeing.

I ended up falling asleep wearing it, which turned out to be a big mistake, as the next morning my mom barged into my room randomly, and when she saw me she screamed for my dad. I woke up in a panic and tried to remove the dress and get rid of it.

I was just able to get it off when my dad barged in and started yelling at me. He said some awful things, and then he took the dress from me. He told me I was grounded and I best not leave this room for anything. Then he slammed the door.

I was already crying, and that didn’t stop even after I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I was trying my best to wipe the tears away, but it was useless, I was way too upset. I just don’t understand why they hate me, why can’t they just accept me for who I am?

As I was laying there I felt some sort of wave pass over me, and suddenly I felt very strange. I managed to stop crying after that and sit up. I was still naked so as soon as I looked down I noticed my body had suddenly changed.

They were small but it was clear I had two small breasts on my chest now, and on top of that, I could clearly see I no longer had a penis. I jump up and start panicking, pacing back and forth, how was I suddenly a girl?

I was just laying on my bed, people don’t suddenly change gender, right? Oh god, what are my parents going to say, what will they do to me? I begin to panic even more, that was until I looked up and saw my room.

The was were bright pink, I had posters of boy bands everywhere, tons of stuffed animals everywhere, random piles of makeup scattered across the room and so much more. It looks almost like Hanna’s room, but it was definitely still my room.

I began looking through the things that were now in my room, eventually making my way to my dresser, which was filled with all kinds of panties, knee-high socks, and bras. I was completely embarrassed, there was no way my parents would let me keep all this stuff.

Something strange was going on here and I had no idea what it was, how was it possible to suddenly become a girl and for my entire room to transform? As I was trying to figure it all out I got a message from Hanna.

It read, “Hey girl! Are you excited for tonight? We’re going to have a blast. I just got some new makeup and my mom bought us some new dresses to try. I can’t wait to get into them and take all kinds of photos for our Instagrams!”

Does even Hanna think I’m a girl? Well, I guess I technically am now. I felt myself getting excited, I ran to my closet and begin looking through it. As I was looking through all the clothes hanging up, I noticed something shocking.

The black dress I was wearing earlier was on a hangar in my closet, even though my father had just taken it from me earlier and left with it. I eagerly take it off the hanger and put it on again, this time feeling as it hugged my new breasts.

It felt even better to wear than when I was a boy, I felt so happy and I had a feeling of completeness inside me. I check myself out in the mirror and realize this was all I ever wanted. The dress now fits me perfectly, and I couldn’t help but pose in the mirror

I nervously left my room and my parents were sitting in the living room. My parents see me and to my surprise, they tell me I’m beautiful in this dress. My mom waves me over to the table to eat breakfast before I leave for the day.

For the first time in a long time, I was excited to go sit down and eat with them. I sit down and my mom places a plate of food in front of me. I begin eating like I normally do, which just so happens to be extremely messy.

My dad starts scolding me, saying that no lady should eat like that, and any man is going to look at me and think I’m a pig. I stopped eating and looked at him completely surprised, to my horror that was just the start of his ranting.

He went on to say that he hates that I’m tomboyish all the time, saying he has no idea where I learned all these masculine traits and mannerisms. He tells me he’s disappointed that his daughter could act this way.

He then said he wanted me to start acting like my mother, an obedient dainty housewife whose only purpose is to serve her husband. I start tearing up again, and I run out of the house, making my way to Hanna’s house.

No matter what I do, or what I look like my parents will never accept and love me for who I am. It’s just not fair, I finally have the body I’ve always wanted, one that won't disappoint my parents, and not they hate my personality.

I make it to Hanna’s house and she answers the door and sees me in tears. She brings me up to her room and we begin talking about what happened. I told her everything, well except the fact that I became a girl today.

Hanna hugged me and told me not to let them get to me, soon enough I can be free from them anyway. She tells me to do whatever makes me happy, whether that's wearing dresses or eating like a caveman.

She tells me that all people are beautiful, male, female, femboys, and especially tomboys. She gets up and says she’s got some special ice cream that she is going to grab, after that we can watch some movies together.

We ended up watching a few movies and eating a whole tub of ice cream. After that, I was feeling a lot better and we started doing each other's hair. We were gossiping like we were at some sort of saloon.

It was amazing, even though I’d done this with her before, this time feels so much better. It feels more natural, and I definitely don’t feel like I’m doing anything wrong anymore. I just feel so happy now.

I sit down on the floor so Hanna can start styling my hair, we continue chatting until her tone randomly changes. She asks if I’m happier now, and I was caught off guard. I asked her what she meant.

She revealed that she knew about my old life before everything changed. She then says she always knew I wanted to be a girl, so now that I was one am I happier? I remain silent for a minute and tell her that I’m much happier.

She smiles at me and tells me she’s happy that I’ve gotten what I’ve always wanted, and no matter what she’ll be here to support me, no matter who I want to be, and what I decide to do with my life. I smiled and she went back to my hair. Life going forward will definitely be better.