"should we tell her?" a female but kina garbled voice. "He, I mean she will know soon any way" says a male voice that seams familiar. "Well she still use the name Alex" says a younger female voice. My name is Alex Bentley, I am fourteen, five six I am short for a guy. The last thing I remember was being in a train accident, I was traveling with my cousin who has the same birthday I do when the train we were on crashed. My female cousin had hit her head by I had protected most of her body with my own before some thing fell on me and I pass out from the pain.
"Alex their is some thing we need to tell you, (she takes a deep breath), your father and I are not your birth parents" says my mom. I stair at them not knowing what to say. "It is true your real mom is my younger sister, you remember Beth she was in fact your twin sister" my dad says. My throat feels sore so I just point at my two sisters. Sixteen year old Zoe and eleven year old Candy. "Yes they know" my mom says. "Mom had trouble having my me, so when aunt Alice had you and Beth they took you in" my well really cousin says. "I had surrey to fix the problem and was able to have Candy a few years latter" my mom says. OK, I know now she is not my real mom, but she razed me so in that sense she is really my mom. "Glade your awake champ, but now it is my turn to sleep" my dad says as he kisses me on the forehead, yay kind of embarrassing, but what can you do? My dad walks in a darkened room meant for relatives of patents. "He felt we should handle this part, Alice should really be here but we sent her to a hotel to get some sleep just an hour ago. Beth did not survive the accident and you were badly hurt. We had them operate on you to save your life, but your pelvis was crushed and your boyhood was destroyed. We had to act fast to even save your life, you and Beth ofcoarse were the same blood type, so they used parts from her including her reproductive system, yes you are now female, (she pulls back the sheet)" my mom says. I look down, I can see breasts with bandages at were they join my chest, bandages are around my waist and crotch, my hips are wider than they were before.
As the weeks pass, I learn to walk again, my voice comes back as a sexy female voice. My bandages are removed and I can see my new female sex. My stiches are removed. My mom and sisters teach me about hair care, make up and female fashion. A week after the accident, I wear my first dress. At a dance, the week before I am released, I dance with a hansom nephew of one of my nurses. Yes, I have started thinking like a girl.