My sister regretted this move, because she had many friends back in Neustadt and she was sad that she had to leave them behind. My sister is very beautiful, she looks just like a model. She has deep-blue eyes, soft skin and gigantic boobs. Intersstingly she lifes a very purtianic way of life because she is in an evangelical sect, of which my mom says that it is a cult.

I wasn’t sad to leave Neustadt at all.. Back at home I was always lonely a kind of nerdy. I had not many friends and nothing hold me back there.

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“You must be Jean!”, Mr. Burtenshore, my new teacher said friendly as I entered class.

Funnily he introduced me as the “new girl in the class”. Nobody was wondering.

They all took me for a girl. Maybe because of my long, blond hair and my gender-neutral way of dressing. But weren’t they hinted by my name?

I looked it up in wikipedia later that day and suddendly I understood: Jean, which is a male name in Europe, is a female name in the US of A!

I startet to dress like a girl on purpose. As the boys watched more and more, I dressed more and more slutty.

“Look, I know you’re from Europe, but you can not come like that to school!”, once a “real” girl from my class told me. Her name was Mary and she was kind of posh.

“Why is that?”

“Your skrit is so short, that everyone can see your tush! All the boys are looking at you!”

“You’re jealous that they don’t look at you that way, are you not? Well, just dress like me!”, I said and smiled.

Mary said notthing, then, turing away, she said “You’re such a bitch!” and went away.

Brian, the quarterback of the football-team had a crush on me. I did him a blowjob in the dressing room.

It was strange. Strange – but not weird. I never thought I would be the one who gives blowjobs. I always saw me being the one who recieves them. Brians dick in my mouth was not very much more sensual for me than having a carotte in my mouth. Yes, it was somehow nice, but it wasn’t like I would get an orgasm, too.

Except when he came. This was awsome! It nearly blew my head away, just like as he had shot me with a gun in my mouth. It was so much sperm, I had difficulties to swallow it.

“Whow!”, Brian afterwards looked at me and was nearly crying,”Jean, this was the best blowjob any girl has every given me!” I was always fascinated to which extent boys and men are starting to have feelings when they have sex while they are emotionless roboters in normal life.

It was amazing to see how easy it was to fool everyone. It wasn’t the clothes or the makeup or my girlish behaviour. It was like a pattern that people had in mind. They knew I was a girl and they treated me like one, no matter if my physical apperance should have given them some hints that I am not.

Once I visited Brian at home when his parents where gone over the weekend.

“Aren’t you disappointet that my boobs are so small?”, I asked him when we did a little pause in kissing in order to catch more beer from the fridge.

“Baby, I don’t care as long as your ass is great!” I was happy about my ass, which is big and round (altough the rest of my body is slim). Back in Neustadt I used to be laught at because of it, but now it’s my big advantage.

I had a good friend his name was Mike. Mike is gay. Gosh, is he gay. Probably if one would check “gay” in a dictionary one would find his name standig there.

Since we shared all secrets together I decided to tell him about my innerst secret, too.

“Look, I’m a boy”, I told him, pulling down my panties.

“I know.”

“You do?”

“A gay guy can’t be fooled. I have a lot of friends who like to put on womens clothes. I don’t bother. I am just a little jealus that you managed to snap at Brian. Jezz, I would murder to touch his dick.”

“It’s enormous”

“What?”

“Brians dick.”

“You saw it?”

“I touched it.”

Mike is melting away while I say this.

Unexpectacly some guy found out about me.

“She’s not a girl! She is a guy! I mean: He is a girl! No, a guy! … Jean has a penis!”, he screamed.

But because my penis is so small, I could tell everyone that it is a very, very large clitoris. Everyone believed me.

I always changed before I come home from school.

So at home I wear my usuall, boyish clothes.

Still, I wanted to become a “real” girl.

To my examination at Dr. Finkelstein I came in my normal, gender-neutral clothes and without any make-up. We chatted a little and I explained him what my intentions were.

“So you want me to cut of your balls?”

“Yes, I do, sir”, I said.

“A surgery of this kind can not be paid by your health insurance. You’d have to pay it by yourself.”

“And how much would that be, sir?”

“8000 Dollars.”

That was too much. So I started to look out for a way to get this afforded.

“Still I want to have it done, sir”, I said, “I’ll get the money, one way or the other.”

One night I got up in order to fetch me a glas of milk, since I was thirsty. I sleep naked and altough my family does not mind when I walk naked through the house I put on satin-bathrobe, because I knew that Mr Waters, a friend of my dad visited him in the evening and I did not know wheter he was gone, yet. Did I already told how fun it is to sleep naked? Well, it is.

He was sitting on the sofa, watching the weather chanel and drinking a beer. My dad was sleeping on the floor, obvoiusly drunk.

“Hey, sweetie!”, Mr Waters said.

Looking at his lizard-like exterior appererance and his clothes, suddenly an idea occurred me:

“Mr Waters”, I said, “you’re a pimp, is that correct?”

“I prefer the expression: souteneur, but, well, yes I am. It’s just a part-time thing. Why?”

“I need some money. Soon. Can you be my pimp, please?”

“Well ... I don’t know. Do you have any experience?”

“No, not really. I haven’t had real sex yet.”

“Hmmh. Let’s see”, he took out his calendar, “come into my office on Monday at ten, will you?”

I told my teachers that I would miss class on Monday because of a job interview, which was perfectly true.

On Monday I drove to work with my dad.

While driving, he said: “So, Jean, Mr Waters told me you applied for a job in his department”

“That’s right, dad.”

“And you will doing ... what exactly? Helping him with the paper work?”

“Yeah, yeah, kind of.”

“Ok, cool.”

I was glad to hear my Dad ask this because I was anxious if Mr Waters has told him my actual desires.

“Please come in!”, Mr Water said, as I was standing in the door.

“Would you like me to get a little more comfortable?”, I ask.

“Excuse me? Oh. Er, er, … no, no, thanks.”

He turned towards his computer and opened a file which was his slut-databank.

“Sandra’s gone. You can have her job. It would sleeping with elderly man.”

“Why did she leave?”

“She was shut, downtown.”

“By who?”

“By me.”

This made me feel strange for a minute or two.

“Why was that?”

“She was controlling my thoughts.”

“Oh, I can see that.”

“So, do you want to take the job?”

“What will I earn?”

“Depending on who’ll you screw. 100 bucks for category A, 200 for category B.”

It turned out that category A was rather easy. Sleeping with men between 60 and 70, nice, rich gentlemen. No problem at all.

Category B were men from 70 to 100. Men for who it was impossible to get a boner. Usually their relatives payed me to fuck them in order to give them a last nice moment before entering eternity.

I soon earned far more than enough to get the operation done.

The operation wasn’t exciting at all. I often read storys in the internet about exciting penectomys, but I have to say that it was pretty much a normal operation with a normal doctor and boring nurses.

I was allowed to take my penis home with me in a plastic bag.