My writings don't contain the themes of NTR, cheating or cuckold or sissy fetishes. I usually write around LGBT. This particular story contains theme of male to female transformation. Also, this doesn't contain any porn scenes and is mainly plot. Sex scenes will be included in the later chapters.
I wish to improve so if you have any criticism, I'll be happy to receive it. This is too long for anyone to read but if you are among the few people who like an erotic novella with a plot and character development then you'll like it.
Well, today is Valentine's day so Happy Valentine's Day Readers!! Hope you have a lovely year!
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The Memory of that day is like one of those memories that you don't forget, despite a thousands efforts, like carved on one of those stone piles of memories that'll go down in the archive of your mind only to be revisited in the last moments of your life.
The remembrance of that day is almost physical : The chilly dark night knocking on the windows, the lights shining warmly, the phone screen penetrating my eyes. Everything was going perfect.; until a messaged ringed on my phone. I paused briefly to read its content. It was from my High School about a sexual harassment complaint filed against me by a girl. There were several of these this year. I could never understand why women get offended so easily. It wasn't that much and It's not like they had a boyfriend either. Besides, I know how much they enjoyed getting groped. I could see it in their eyes. They are just sluts pretending otherwise.
I just moved past it and resumed scrolling Instagram.
But a knock on the door interrupted me.
"Come in" I said with annoyance
With the door slightly open my younger brother peeked in. He was a year younger than me and had a fair skin with black hairs and black eyes. He stood at 5'8", just a 3 inches lower than me with a skinny frame coupled with glasses. He was the nerd in our house and also very smart. Smart enough to be recognized by many teachers. He was very genial of us three brothers and easy to go along with. Though his usually neutral face may belie otherwise.
"Mom and Dad are calling us down for a family meeting." He said with the same neutral impression and closed the door with a loud thud.
That sentence reverberated across the walls of the room sending waves of irritation across my being. I tightened my fist
.
Why the fuck can't they mind their own business?
I didn't want to go. But I have skipped several of these. Last time, they called me, I just didn't go and bunked it, before that, there was a party, at another time, I came home late. Despite their anger and mother thrashing things around and shouting and what not, I get off the hook. But, I have to go this time. I have a feeling it won't end well.
With a deep sigh, I kept my phone down and dragged my feet across the room.
I decided to groom myself, just in case and approached the mirror on my cupboard. I didn't look that bad. I had an athletic figure and stood at about 5'11" with my black hairs and blue eyes with a fair skin. Both of my features I inherited from my mother, except the height and skin. That's all on my father. I uplifted my t-shirt to revealed my abs. I moved my fingers swifts over them. They were hard to touch. I looked myself in the mirror with my height and my abs. I felt proud of myself which was evident from the bright smile on my face. I looked like a perfect Man. Very manly. I was a Chad. I Was a Man among men.
And a living proof of that was my protruding package. It always became like that when my pants were short around there. I wouldn't say I was huge but I was a big enough, 6 inches. I was proud of them. But it made a bad way to go to family meeting.
So, I smoothened my Black t shirt and long pajamas and turned to leave.
I closed the door as I exited my room and descended down the stairs into our living room.
The smell of My Mom's Perfume informed me that I am nearing the living room. I could always tell it's my mom's because she always wears the same feminine perfume. I wonder Why? it's so suffocating and not really good.
I quickened my pace and soon found standing just past the threshold. My foot hit the cold tiles. The chilly atmosphere of the room biting at. The smell of her perfume now hit me like a brick, assaulting my nose. The silence making my ears feel empty, like beginning of a deadly storm. I surveyed the room. On the right side, my parents were sitting on the U-Shaped sofa set with their back at me and the tv sat on my left side. Switched off. Surprisingly my younger brother along with older brother were also present, sitting on the sofa facing the tv. I have no doubt about about my elder brother, he's always free. He's a musclehead. So much for his body building. But the younger one too? He's not the type of person to 'waste' his time on these things. He should have went in his room. Why's he here?
Weird.
My brothers noticed me first, unable to hide their gaze. My parents followed their eyes and noticed me too.
I hated these meetings. There were like watching gore with a lot of teenage drama. Useless and so boring.
"Come on in, Alex. We were just talking about you." My father spoke with a neutral expression.
"Yeah, yeah" I said uninterested.
I walked towards the other side of the sofa crossing the glass coffee table at the middle.
My Mother was a doctor along with my father. She's really smart, which is often overshadowed by her playful behavior. But don't be fooled. She can make you think she's innocent and all, but she's a Damn witch. Anyways, I'll say she's smart but my father is smarter. He's genius to be exactly. Since he was a damn child. But there's just one problem with him. He's emotionally dumb. I think that's the major difference between my mom and Dad. My Mom's really good at emotions and he's not. There's an incident I remember from my childhood that reminds me of it. There was a fun fair in town. I wanted money for it. But my father denied it saying that we were in a money problem at the time. I really wanted to go there and I was a child. I couldn't stop myself. So, I decided to steal it. The Money that was stored in piggy bank, hidden in the kitchen. And I was successful enough. Or that's what I thought. Later that night I was rounded off and rebuked. And When I asked how they found it out, both had different answers. My father found it out based on my body cues, my hands seemed shaking and my eyes failing to make eye contact and etc...whereases my mom, she just knew.
As I took a seat on the sofa, the hard seat of the sofa steeled against my butt. Maybe it's because of the cold. I noticed my younger brother holding a closed book in his right hand and the older one with just a weird expression which I misunderstood for anxiety for a second. They were both sipping on their share of orange juice. The empty glasses of my mother and Father stood before us which indicated that they already drunk before me. Only Mine remained. Alone.
My Father waited for me to sit comfortably and continued
"We got a complaint again from your school." my father stated
My Mother looked at me disappointedly, tinted with anger "And we are so done with it!! This is the...... I don't even know how many times this report has come to us and we have sat here repeating the exact same thing. Why do you even do such things?!! What does it take for you to be a better person?!!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm Sorry" I said averting my eyes.
It was the same always
. 'Alex, why can't you be like this? Why you do this or that? Why can't you just be normal
. It's always the same thing. It's so boring. I hate it. Most of the time I just treat them like online lectures. You gotta switch off the camera, the microphone and just pretend you are listening.
