Thread: The Transition (Please Leave Bigotry at the Door and Open Your Mind)

Chapter 2 Changes My first few weeks of hormones weren't really all the eventful, just the clichd sensitive nipples and a less boners overall. I still had to shave and wax religiously to keep that hair down. Especially the facial hair. My family is notorious for having quick growing beards and mustaches so I would have to devote 30 minutes of my time to just getting rid of that damn hair every night. I did, however, start trimming my eyebrows and wearing more and more makeup. After about four months, I noticed I had grown small breasts, and the hair was coming at a slower rate on the face. My skinny figure had taken on a very subtle curve, and I was delighted with the quick results. In fact, I was so excited, I went out and actually bought new underwear to accommodate my new shape. I still got weird looks from both men and women, but at that point I had blocked out most public opinion. I knew it was a one-way street from then on. And there was no way I was gonna try to turn back. At my 18th birthday, I got an acceptance letter from my first choice of college. The new endeavor scared me, especially since my transition hadn't been complete yet. And that was promised to continue by my parents. Especially since the masculine features had mostly faded from my face, my breasts started filling out a b-cup and my hips were getting too wide for the male skinny jeans I wore. Comfortably, I started buying female clothing dresses, skirts, hosiery, blouses, shorts... heels. Heels were another hurdle that I thrust myself over. The wobbling and dancing I did to keep my balance as I stumbled around in platforms were all worth it to my image. August, that same year, I attended my first classes. They were massive! My biology class alone had 400 people packed into one room. There was no way anyone could get noticed in there. Especially me. Dorms were another nightmare and they forced me to stay in the male dorms with a male roommate because of my birth certificate. It was terrible! My roommate was incredibly creepy, made fun of me all the time, and just generally brought me down. But verbal abuse wasn't the extent of it. He peeped on me when I showered, constantly tried to get me in his bed... I could tell the sexual frustration was getting to him. Specifically because he forced me to the bed, pulled down my skirt and panties and laughed at me. Laughed at my penis. I wasn't... small. At least for someone on the tail end of hormones. Around 5-5 12inches. But he did something even more horrible. He hit me. Knocked me out and started raping me. He took my virginity against my will and violated me while I was only conscious enough to know he was stuffing himself, bareback, into my ass. My moans of agony and weak cries of help were drowned out by You like that don't you faggot? And Yeah, moan you fucking sissy slut. And You're such a faggoty whore, aren't you? He finished inside me and then acted like nothing had ever happened. I was in an emotional rut that took a drastic toll on my life. I attempted suicide three times, twice with sleeping pills and once with a noose made of bed sheets. Thankfully, my stomach was pumped both times, and the noose slipped and I only ended up with a broken nose. I needed escape from my life and almost tried again. Until I met that geo-major.