Female Misogony Treatment

"It has been four months now of your female misogony treatment".

"How do you think you have acclimatized being a woman and see things from the female perspective?", the psychiatirst asked and pushed up his glasses a little but further up his nose.

"Fine. Just fine", Jeremy answered with as much restraint he could muster.

"You did participate in all the meetings we arranged for you?", the psychiatrist asked with the same dull and monotone voice as before.

"Yup. Everything. Cooking class, watched balett, shopped with a personal shopper, went to a hair studio, went on a date..."
Jeremy took a deep breath. "Did I forget anything?"

He looked down in his papers and flipped two pages.

"Yes. You forgot about twenty-three other arrangements"

"Fine! I forgot I did those but I did them!", Jeremy said in annoyance.

"My four months punishment is over. Can I switch back now? I promise to be a good boy". There were a bit of thinly veiled sarcasm in Jeremy´s voice.

"Under normal circumstances, yes...", the psychiatrist began

All blood left Jeremy´s face.

"But?", he stammered.

 "In the reports you apparently had a series of bad encounters with mothers and their small children"

His eyes went wild. "No. Please no!", Jeremy pleaded in desperation.

"It has been decided to further your education in to full womanhood".

"No". Horror was written on Jeremy´s face.

The magical gesture from the psychiatrist was miniscule.

 A sudden burst of immense pain hit Jeremy in his stomach.

It expanded quickly until it was big and very round.

"Delivery is due in three months", the psychiatirst informed dryly to the spent and very pregnant Jeremy.

"We hope to see more progress until our next meeting in four months. Goodbye Ms Stephens"

Finding Balance

The time just after the Great Shift I was lost and had no direction. The shift into a woman was traumatic for me.

The first time I was reluctant even touching myself or acknowledging  that I had a female body. I just tried to ignore it and wait for it all to be fixed by the goverment.

Needless to say I was devastated when I was informed that there were nothing they could do to change us back.

So I kinda tilted.

I went completely the other way. My first week consisted of me in the bed with a vibrator and learning everything I could about female masturbation. When I felt that I couldn´t proceed any further on my own I began hitting the bars to bring home men.

There were no position they suggested I didn´t try. I sucked them off, got spanked, was fucked and don´t even get me started on all BDSM I was a willing participant in.

But in time I began to truly accept my situation. I was a female now and I should live like one. 

My sexual adventures was toned down quite much and I began to try Tinder and other ways of dating in an effort to find myself a partner. The months of soulless rough sex had filled me with the desire of feeling love as a woman.

And I did.

We hit it off amazingly on the first date we had and I shortly afterwards moved into his house, and now I´m pregnant with our first child!

I´ve finally found balance.