I share all of the traits that run through my maternal family line: blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous body, nice ass, and my breasts weigh in at a thirty-four 'C'. Scandinavian blood runs strong through our family. Google Scandinavian model, and more than likely one of my relatives will show up on it in the top twenty hits. Google Swedish models, and someone related to me would be in the top ten. I'm pretty confident that if I was a model I would be in the top twenty.
And that's no idle boast.
Which would be great.
If I was a woman.
I'm not.
I have a dick to prove it, the only thing I inherited from my dad.
Aaaaand there go a bunch of readers thinking this will be one of the those kinds of stories.
This is really not one of those kinds of stories.
Honest.
Other than wearing a sports bra out of necessity, I don't wear women's clothes. I don't wear makeup, don't walk or act like a woman in any way. I'm not gay, not flamboyant, or have any desire to be a woman at all.
I identify as male, despite being in this body.
I probably should have been another daughter, but God has a cruel, sadistic, sense of humor and saw fit to make me male at the last second, slapping a dick on me and called it a day, having a good laugh at my expense.
Ninety percent of my body is female, except for the ten percent that really matters.
I'm intersex, but I've been called androgynous, hermaphrodite, as well as less complimentary names, but honestly, none of these labels really apply. At least not how most people think of what that label means. Just say 'androgynous' and most of you will assume a person that you can't really tell what sex they are by looking at them.
I don't have that problem. Not only do I look and sound like a woman, I'm damn gorgeous too which is why I led off this story with how I look.
I'm not a hermaphrodite, as I have no uterus, no fallopian tubes, or any kind of female plumbing. My male parts have been proven to work quite well, than you very much, and more than likely any children I sire will be perfectly normal.
As a child, I was on track to be a handsome young man until the onset of puberty hit me like a train wreck in slow motion and everything went sideways for me. Seemingly out of nowhere, I began to grow breasts, and my body reshaped itself into a woman. The only thing that developed the way it should was my dick.
So what went wrong?
Something to do with a small gene pool, as our village in Sweden was pretty remote and didn't see many outsiders. With such a small representation of DNA contributors, inbreeding was bound to happen, resulting in oddities in offspring. I inherited a rare genetic quirk that has run in the family bloodline for generations. Doctors think the gene that turns on the male development at puberty got confused and turned on female development too. My adrenal glands are larger than most, and produce elevated levels of estrogen and other hormones normally associated with female development. But I don't exhibit any of the symptoms or suffer from the weaknesses associated with Estrogen Dominance.
Evidently this happened many times going back generations in my family line. A great great aunt many times removed was said to have the same condition as I, and a year after Sister Hilda joined a convent, nearly all the nuns- including the mother superior- were pregnant, and Sister Hilda would eventually be branded as a witch, and burned at the stake by the church as an affront to god. The convent was subsequently deconsecrated, razed and turned into farm land for goats. The trial was well documented in the village archives, and Aunt Hilda is a patron saint of the village, believe it or not. There have been others with this condition to varying degrees throughout our family history as well, but none as infamous as Sister Hilda. Usually this genetic quirk isn't very pronounced, but it had to pick me to really shine what a misfiring in the DNA could do.
As this kind of thing is not a rare occurrence in my home town in Sweden, my changing of gender appearances didn't garner much attention from the locals, and I led a pretty normal life as a youth. In all ways that mattered, I was a boy and did boy things, even if I had to wear a bra. Most town folk just shrugged their shoulders and life went on.
Not so in the United States.
After we moved to the United States, I enrolled in public school. Boys would hit on me and recoil in disgust when they learned the truth. I couldn't make friends. No one wanted to be friends with the freak. After a locker room incident that went viral on social media and then made national news, several teens were convicted and sent to juvenile prison, the school was hit with a massive lawsuit, and many of the school staff as well as the sheriff were fired for trying to cover up the crime.
I'm sure you heard about it, but I don't blame you for not remembering. I was an internet meme for a while, the punch line of late night talk show hosts. I still have nightmares of what happened that day in the locker room. The less said of the horror of my life in the American school system, the better. After what happened to me, mom pulled me from school, quit her work to home school me. Dad hired an Israeli security firm to teach me self defense, so that I would never again be a victim.
I thought bulking up would make me look more manly like my dad, but years of cross country skiing in the winter, running in the summer, and lifting weights year round has left me better toned, and to many people, a hotter looking woman. I did steroids and testosterone for a while, but all it did was make my body splotchy with tufts of hair, and constantly angry. My older sister teased that I was PMSing all the time. Since I wasn't really benefitting from the shots, I stopped going to the doctor and I lost all of my body hair, even the few scraggly strands I had before getting the shots, leaving just a wispy cluster of fine blonde pubic hair.
Outside of my native hometown, few will accept me, and then only begrudgingly. Only Uncle Rock and Aunt Asta accept me as I am. Aunt Asta is my mom's younger sister by nearly ten years, and only about eight years older than I am. Aunt Asta is the most beautiful woman I would ever meet, both in looks and her outlook on life. Remember those top twenty Scandinavian models I mentioned earlier? She's in there, as she used to model when she was younger. She was pretty famous too, but gave it all up to marry Rock.
My Aunt and Uncle are a blast, and they live life to the fullest. Self made millionaires, they retired at an early age and enjoyed their retirement by exploring the world, going on adventures to remote lands and living life to the fullest. Who knew licensing a patent for a revolutionary new kind of industrial can opener could be the answer to all of life's woes? When I was young, I absolutely loved their visits, and the tales they would tell about the world they'd seen. India, China, Japan and so many more places they visited!
I envied their world travels.
Aunt Asta claimed her favorite place to visit was wherever I was at. Really boosted my spirits to hear that. My Aunt and Uncle would take me to the zoo, amusement parks, and other places and spoil me rotten. They made me feel like I was the center of the universe, and I was the child they could never have. After the locker room incident, Aunt Asta begged my parents to let me live with them in Sweden.
I really wished my parents had said yes.
