I wasn't always a girl. I know you think I must have been. Looking at me now with me in my high heels shoes and stockings and my bust -- mummy says I have to call it that and not 'tits' which she says only men can say -- and my long blonde hair and above all the way I twirl in my skirt, you would think that I had been born a girl.

But I remember, just about, that once I was a boy. Once upon a time I was a boy called Martin. I think I was about seven when this began; my mummy had a new boyfriend who was someone who worked in a hospital. Not a doctor or a nurse but someone who knew people who worked there. You see, the people that Uncle Tony knew were the ones who did this. Oh, sure, I did it to please him and mummy but they did the actual operations.

Anyway, now I am Martine and I am a sexy ten year old girl with a big bust. 36D, it measures. I'm very proud of it and I like the way my nipples stick out and the way it makes men look at me.

Yeah, and women too. I think some of them are sure I was always a girl and would want to do things to me.

I've been looked at by lots of people, and maybe even you too. You could have seen me in a video or two. Uncle Tony makes films, and he is the director of my best movies. You could be famous, he said, when he met my mum. He said that there were films that people like him made that could make everyone rich. Of course, my mum laughed and said we weren't actors and she would just "die on stage," but he said that the sort of films he was talking about were ones of little girls.

Mum laughed and said she wasn't a girl anymore and he looked at me and she said oh, not him, he's a boy. I know he looks a bit sissy but he has a cock. She made me take down my trousers and show Uncle Tony and he said it was a small dick and really I looked more like a girl.

I don't know what mum agreed but she said if I could make money for them then I could be a girl. I think Uncle Tony explained to her that people liked videos of little girls, and he could get me changed.

He even brought some girls clothes round and made me put them on. Short tartan skirts and little tops that showed my tummy and panties with flowers on them and mum said yes I did look cute and maybe I was really a girl after all. She put lipstick and eyes shadow on me and Uncle Tony said it looked very good.

Uncle Tony even kissed me to do what he called "the kiss test" and said I definitely kissed like a little girl. He had kissed quite a few girls and they all did it like I did.

I don't remember much about what happened after that. I think, from what they said, I was injected with something and made to go to sleep. It was a long sleep and when I woke up I was in this hospital bed and there was this nurse smiling down at me and asking if I was okay. I said my chest was hurting and I had this tingle in my thingy (I didn't like to say 'willie' in front of her) and she laughed and said that I shouldn't worry. I remember I tried to move my arm but I was tied up. Well, not rope like I have to have in my videos, but rubber straps under the blankets. I wanted to know why I couldn't move and she said it was so I didn't touch my new self.

New self. That made me think, wow.

She lifted the sheet back and I could see I had these two balls on my chest. She said they were breasts and I now had a bust. I stared down at them and they were like the ones I had seen in the magazine Uncle Tony had shown me when he used to come into my bedroom at night. He used to show me pictures of ladies without any clothes called 'Two Ton Tina' and 'Madam Bra-bust' and funny names like that but they all had these big tits.

Tits. That was what Uncle Tony called them and said they were great. He liked to show me the pictures of these ladies and then made me suck his cream, as he called it. He would put his willie in my mouth and I had to suck it until he did that thing he called 'jaclation' or something and I had to swallow it all, and then say "thank-you Uncle". Anyway, I now had a bust like one of his favourites, a little girl called 'Minnie Deecups' and he said he liked very little girls with big hooters. They were special little girls everyone loved.

I guess then I knew Uncle Tony would like me even more now.

So after looking down at my new bust for a minute or two (and I could see the way my arms were pinned down to my sides) the nurse lifted the sheet back and got a mirror. She held it so that I could see where my willie used to be. I was surprised that I couldn't see it and she said "Don't worry, you won't get any of those nasty erections again. See, you have a slit like your mummy now."

I had seen mummy's slit when Uncle Tony and her had sex. Uncle liked my mum to bend over the table or the back of the sofa and then -- he said it was called "fucking" -- did what he wanted to her. Mummy would say things like "Oh Tony I love your cock in me" and he would laugh and say did she want it up her bottom?

Except he called it arse, not bottom.

So he would do that to her and she would cry out and say it was "too big" and I would sit and watch them from where Uncle Tony had tied me to a chair. I didn't mind being tied up 'cos he spent a lot of time doing it with plenty of white ropes and telling me things like it was to make me helpless and he liked seeing little boys all tied up. Sometimes, when mum wasn't there and he had tied me on the bed, he would do the jacalate thingy in my mouth but I hadn't got to tell mummy about that, so to remind me to stay quiet he would tie a gag in my mouth. Sometimes it was mummy's dirty panties he used and one of her stockings and he would ask if I could taste his cum on the pants, but though I couldn't answer they did taste funny.

I saw mummy's slit a lot when I was sat tied up watching uncle and mum fucking, though he called her slit a cunt, I think. I could see I didn't have a willie any more and the nurse -- she said her name was Nurse Roberta and she was like me once -- said it ought to be called a pussy. A little pussy, but it was all mine, even though I couldn't touch it yet.

Nurse Roberta was very pretty with big red lips and when she bent forward I could see down her uniform and I could see these big, pink balls on her chest. Bigger than mine, she told me, but I might get them that size when I was stronger. You couldn't just have 44-double E boobs straight away. Not when you were ten. You had to be at least 14 for those, she said.

I asked her how long I would stay tied up here and she said it was until I was better and could stand up on my own. When my operation had healed. Takes time, she said, but your mum and your uncle will stop by to visit you. Now, she said, I needed my rest so she put a special gag in my mouth and then a blindfold. When Iw as all silent and lying in the dark, she lifted the sheets back and stroked my new boobs, which wanted to make me smile. I remember thinking; if people like me like this then I could be happy.

I don't know how long I was in the hospital. It was a nice room and though I was on my own Nurse Roberta would come in to chat (she would take my gag out to do that) or bring in flowers and she put a little television on for me to watch, even if they were films of little girls being tied up and people doing things to them, sort of whipping them and jacalating on them or even in one, fucking them. I think they were proper little girls who hadn't been boys because some of them were flat chested; Nurse Roberta said little girls don't get what I had until they were much older, so I was special.

She said too there were girls in other rooms at this hospital who had started out girls with flat chests and were given big boobs when they were eight. Some of them didn't like it and had to be tied up very tightly all the time. Like I was but not nice rubber straps but in chains, which hurt when they tried to move.

I have to say that lying strapped down in the bed was boring and sometimes I wanted to rub my willie, but of course it wasn't there any more. I still got funny tingles where it was when I was watching the videos of girls being punished, but Nurse Roberta said that was normal and not to worry.

A couple of doctors came in to see me too and looked at my chart and examined me and said it had been very successful, what they did. They were old men (at least way older than Uncle Tony) and they liked to do what he had done and come in my mouth. I had never heard of the word 'come' before for jacalating, but that was what they said. One of the doctors would call me names while he rubbed his willie in my mouth, saying I was a nasty whore and a slut and men would want to fuck bitches like me and torture me.

The other one said that was just his way and not to worry, and he would kiss me and stroke my hair (it had started to grow long) before he did his pumping come down my throat. His name badge said 'Doctor Thomas' and I liked Doctor Thomas more than the other one.

One day Uncle Tony came in with his video camera, and mum was with him. She was dressed as a nurse but unlike Nurse Roberta her uniform was white plastic and very short. She had stockings on and you could see the tops of them 'cos the skirt was so short. She pulled back to covers on me, made sure I was properly gagged and then began to whip my new boobs and tummy and where my slit was while Uncle Tony filmed her.

It hurt and I was struggling in my straps but uncle said that was good as it showed I wasn't some dummy. Then he took some more film of mummy hitching up her skirt and as she had no panties on I could see her slit (it was way bigger than mine) and she sat on my face and rubbed herself up and down. Her pussy smelled funny and was very wet and made slurping noises. I could hardly breathe and struggled more but after a bit she shouted "oh fuck I'm coming." And then sort of shuddered on me and was moaning. Then she got off and was smiling at me and uncle filmed her stroking my hair and kissing my gag and licking my face, saying she loved the taste of herself on my pretty girl's face.

I suppose that was the first time anyone called me a girl. I remember lying there on my own in the hospital bed after they'd gone thinking if I was a girl now then I might get to like it. Nurse Roberta had shown me her bra once and said I would ned one of those to keep my bust in shape. It was a pretty black bra with red love hearts and a little pink bow between the cups (she called them that) and that was the sort of thing men liked to see. She said girls get to wear all sorts of nice underwear with stockings and she showed me her suspenders. There were eight of them on each leg and they were metal and glinted nicely and I admit I wanted to touch them, but couldn't. She said they had to be put on every morning and adjusted carefully but they kept her stockings nice and straight. Men liked that, she said.

Then one day Nurse Roberta came in with an older woman. The lady was dressed like my old school teacher used to dress, and she looked very serious. Nurse Roberta said the lady was going to take care of me from now on. Her name was Mrs Banks and she ran a special school for new girls like me.

Mrs Banks examined me and said I looked ready, and took my gag out and checked my teeth before putting another, bigger gag in me. She looked at my bust, at my slit (her fingers were long and cold and made me shiver) and finally said I would do and could go with her.

That was the last I saw of Nurse Roberta and for a time, my mum and Uncle. I was taken from the hospital in a special box so no one could see me and put in a car. When I was taken out of the car and out of the box, I was allowed to stand even though I was still in my straps. It felt funny but nice though my back started hurting at once with the weight of my bust.

I looked round. I was at a place out in the country I had never seen before. I was stood in front of a big old stone building, and I saw a sign which said this was 'The Marjorie Banks Academy For the Correct Improvement and Training of Girls and Young Ladies in the Performing Arts.'

Two young men were there waiting and they carried me into the building, following Mrs Banks. I was taken up to what one of them called the dormitory and there were two rows of beds, one on each side of the long room. They put me on one of the beds and fastened more straps over me. When Mrs Banks was satisfied I was tied down and my bust was nicely on show she went out. The two men looked round to check there was no one there before they took my gag out. They told me to be very quiet or else, and then took turns in putting their willies in my mouth until they did their come. Then they gagged me again and left me, though one of them pinched my nipples which hurt but in a nice way and made me want more. It even made that tingling sensation in my slit get really buzzing.

I lay there alone and thought about everything that had happened to me. I had a new name, Martine. I had a new home, and new sensations in my new body. I decided I had a lot to look forward to, and one day maybe I could touch my bust and slit. All I had to do, I was sure, was behave myself.

If you would like to tell you more about what happened to me at the Academy as well as my Training in the Performing Arts and how I behaved, then I will. But you have to say "please" just as I have to do when a man shows me his cock.

End of Part 1