Carrie

Four years ago as a 14 year old the girl trapped inside my body was screaming to be released from her prison. I had showed up at school on the first day of my freshman year wearing a dress from my sister's closet. I've never worn boys clothing since. Carrie became my new persona replacing Todd.

Psychologist Jen Robertson, herself a male to female transsexual, had taken me on as a patient less than a month into my freshman year. The thirty five year old attractive blond was at first all business. Over time I recounted my life story little by little. We chatted also about dresses, tresses and shopping and grew close. The sessions came to feel like I was chatting with my aunt.

Barely a month into my psychological therapy, I had begun hormone treatments under the care of endocrinologist Gerry Westin. Regular visits monitored my weight and blood pressure, as well as desired and undesired effects of the hormones. At my young age something more was needed. My doctor added the testosterone blocker spironolactone.

By age 18, I had become as feminine in appearance as any genetic girl. My new look had become a source of pride. Softened skin, vase like curve, and boobs had all appeared. The bone structure of my head and face also worked to my advantage.

Mark stood five foot 11 with an athletic build, sandy blond hair, pretty gray eyes and kissable full lips. I had met the twenty year old recently.

It was on a warm, late Friday afternoon. The sun was low in the sky and casting long shadows across the field. There was very little breeze. Like everyone else playing softball that evening, I was perspiring in the humid air.

I had dressed that day in blue Canyon River core tank top with white shorts and white sneakers. My wavy dark brown hair fell onto my shoulders. Dark red gloss colored my lips and birthstone earrings hung below the lobes.

Looking at the Indigo Red Timex watch on my left wrist I noted the time. It was 705. We had been playing for a little over an hour. Batting tenth in the order, I had come up to the plate just twice.