I'm, as a teenage boy, for some reason staying with distant relatives in a ranch in the countryside, they're mostly women. I quickly develop gynecomastia, which I manage to hide at first by binding my chest. In the meantime, one of the women has a baby but her milk dries up, and everyone is really worried about it, for whatever reason formula isn't available. 

 At one point I'm left with the baby, he's crying really hard, I fiure he must be hungry, but I can't find the pacifier, so I take off my shirt, unbind my chest and offer him a nipple, which he sucks. When I pull him away, I notice this:

My breasts have visibly swollen - with milk. There's no one else who can breastfeed the baby, so I decide I have no choice but to keep breastfeeding the baby. I try to keep it a secret, but even with binding I can't completely hide my breasts, and obviously the baby is getting fed somehow, and everyone quickly puts two and two together. The women confront me, I admit everything, and take off my shirt and binding to show them my breasts. A cousin my age remarks that my tits are bigger than hers. For comfort, I start wearing a bra, then a blouse or top as well.

Gradually my body starts becoming feminine, I know it's got to do with the lactation but there is no alternative other than keep feeding the baby until he's weaned. My voice becomes higher pitched, my hips become wider, my ass becomes rounder, my legs shapelier. My cock and balls shrink, and one day I wake up without balls at all. Where my scrotum used to be, my pussy lips open. My only hope of being male again is that once the baby is weaned I will stop lactating and go back to normal. However, after the baby is weaned, a few days later I menstruate instead.

Shortly after my period is over, one of the women jokes I have a better figure than she does. I cry because I know it's true, she tells me to embrace it and she'll help me. I take a bath, shave my legs and armpits, put on a dress. I look like this:

I go out to the garden for a stroll, I'm beginning to like being female. Unkown to me, one of the gardeners is still around,he saw me and hid behind a tree, when I walked past it he jumped on me, tackled me, tore off my dress, my panties and brutally raped me. I screamed as his manhood ripped my hymen apart, and moaned a little with pleasure as he filled my pussy with cum. Then he left. 

I went to my room, not knowing what to do.  When I woke up the next morning, a note had been slipped under my door:

 I'm sorry I made you mine last night that way; I couldn't resist your charms and when I saw you, I thought you were a loose woman but I realize you were a virgin. I am prepared to do the right thing and marry you and I don't think your family will approve. If you wish to elope with me and become my wife, meet me at the same time tonight in the same place. 

 I couldn't think about anything else all day. I could feel a wetness between my legs every time I thought if what he'd done to me, and so when the time came, I went to meet him like this:

When he arrived, I silently went on my knees, unzipped his pants and took out his manhood, licking it, sucking on it until he filled my mouth with cum. I lay on the grass and spread my legs for him, it is so arousing as he climbs on top of me and I feel his hairy, muscular, virile body, feeling his strong, manly legs against my smooth, shapely legs. Before we eloped, I lay on all fours while he popped my anal cherry.

 Tonight is our wedding night. Nobody knows I used to be a boy, certainly not the priest who married us. Still, I'm regarded more as his whore than his wife, as I had to get  a special maternity wedding dress. I'm eager to spread my legs for my new husband.