Bob Becomes Bobbi

Bob Becomes Bobbi (Tiffany) Part II

by Tiffany (Tiffcd18)

This story deals with sexually explicit material. If it offends or your not 18 or older do go any further.

Bob become Tiffany and is discovered by his sister and then his Dad. He comes to the realization that he this is not being forced on him but he does want to be a girl and he does like the boys attention

I awoke in the morning to the feel of the satiny pink baby doll nighty hugging my body and my privates contained in the white satin and lace panties of Marshall's sister, the only remembrance of our union just a few weeks ago. Mom was knocking on my door and announcing herself prior to entry into my room. The reality of my situation slowly came back to me. I had been caught in Jennifer's clothes, drug home and presented to Mom & my sister Carol in all my frills. I had been made to stay dressed as a girl for Dad to see and then made to wear a nighty to bed. Then Carol had me doing things with her like we were queer girls.

Mom entered my room saying, "Well, how is my other little girl today? My, my you certainly look cute in your little pink nighty. Ah oh, what happened to your little pink panties to match your nighty? Did my little girl have another accident? Maybe you do need diapered at night. Where did those panties come from? If you never did this before where did the panties come from?"

I had forgotten the panties. I turned beat red at the discovery and searched my mind frantically for an answer to her question. "Mom, I dribbled on the pink ones last night and Carol gave me these. I guess they are hers. I was afraid to put mine on because you said I had to were the girlie ones."

"Well, I don't remember Carol ever having a pair like those. I never bought them for her. Anyway, your going to wear your panties and camisole of your sisters. You can wear your clothes over them but if I have to say anything to you or find out you haven't been telling the truth you'll be wearing dresses and skirts for a long time. I've pressed the clothes you had on yesterday and I've hung them in your closet. Just remember how close they are and available if needed."

"Mom, please! I'll be good. Let me just wear my own clothes."

"Look Bobbi or Tiffany or what ever, I don't think I know the whole story yet. Maybe when I'm satisfied I know the truth maybe I'll be able to forget about how much you actually looked and acted like a girl."

With that said Mom exited my room leaving behind a white satiny camisole with spaghetti straps and lace all around the scooped neck line. I would be sure to wear a high necked heavy shirt over the camisole so no one could possibly know what I was wearing under them. I slipped into jeans and a shirt, athletic socks and Nikes. The heavy clothes sliding over the satiny underthings was a constant reminder of the girly things I was being forced to wear. The only saving grace was that to the rest of the world I was dressed as any other normal boy.

I went down to breakfast, Dad was already gone to work for the day. Carol, my older sister was helping Mom with the breakfast preparations. As soon as she saw me she turned and said, "Good morning Tiffany. How's my little sister today? My, my you look like a tom boy today. Would you like to borrow one of my dresses to show off for Marshall?"

"Mom," I said. "Make her stop it."

"That's enough Carol. Leave your brother alone. I still don't know what's happening around here with him but I know I want things back to normal."

"Really, Mom," Carol replied, "Is returning to normal mean letting him wear panties and my camisole under his clothes? What a sissy. I think you should make him wear girls clothes all summer. Then maybe he'd appreciate being a boy."

"Carol," Mom said sharply, "I don't know what's right or wrong in this situation. I don't understand a boy wanting to be dressed like a girl and I don't know if that's what were dealing with here or if this has all been forced on Bobbi. What I do know is I don't need your recommendations or judgments as to how your Father and I decide to handle the situation."

I only stood in silence as they discussed me as if I wasn't even there. I thought about interjecting support for my being forced into the situation, but decided to leave well enough alone. The tirade by Mom silenced Carol and the rest of breakfast went on uneventful. In fact the whole day and then the next few days went on without mention of me being in dresses or even girls under wear. I was out of the camisole and panties the next day and back into my own boy clothes. Yes, I missed the soft silky clothes and I wondered if I'd ever see Marshall again or if I'd meet a guy I felt like that about or who made me feel and want to be a girl again. I doubted that I would ever feel towards a guy again like I felt with Marshal. I figured it to be an aberration that happened once and that now I'd return to being a real boy wanting a girlfriend and the like.

About a week after this episode Mom and Dad left Carol and I alone for the week-end as they were going to attend a wedding of my aunts. They were going to stay over Saturday night as the distance to drive was to long after a late hour reception. Both Carol and I received our instructions, no kids over, no parties, no fighting, go to church Sunday morning, etc.

With the usual "Yeah, Yeah's" we bid them farewell Saturday morning. I returned to the den to watch the Saturday morning cartoons. I hadn't been engrossed long in the cartoons when Carol came into the Den.

"Hey lazy," she said, "Are you going to bury yourself in the idiot box all day? Come on up to my room a minute, I need your help with something."

"Ah, Later," I replied, "I want to watch this. What do you want anyway?"

"I need you to help me with something. I can't get it by myself. I need your muscles for this job."

Well a little flattery, however false, went a long way. She actually need my muscles for a job. Well OK.

"Oh all right, I'll be right up," I said. I trudged up the steps behind her and followed her into her room. "OK, what do you need."

"Oh Tiffany, I need my little sister back for the week end," She said as she closed the door behind her.

The shock wore off quickly as I responded with determination, "Your nuts. Now get out of my way." I started to push past her towards the door. I saw on her bed a complete outfit laid out on her bed. She was nuts. What made her think I'd let her put me in a dress. Even if I did like it I would never, ever let her know. I remembered what she did to me when I was dressed before. She made me really feel like a girl with another girl. But I knew that what she did was wrong. I knew it was bad, as bad as what Marshal did to me regardless of how it made me feel.

"I wouldn't be so fast to say no. What do you think would happen if I told Mom and Dad that I caught you putting my clothes on while they were gone?," she said so coyly.

"You can't do that. It's a lie."

"Oh, Tiffany, who do you think they are going to believe? Now if you really didn't like it I wouldn't even ask you to be my little sister for the week end, but I know you like it. Don't forget what you did to me while you were dressed and what you did in the panties. That doesn't happen if you don't like it. Maybe I should tell Mom how her little boy got all hard and didn't pee his panties but fill them with cum. Now come on Little Sis, let's get you out of those tom boy clothes and into something for a pretty little girl."

"You wouldn't do that, would you? Why are you doing this Carol? Please don't make me do this. It's bad what we did and I'm your brother not your sister. I don't want to be a girl."

"Tiffany get the hell out of those clothes now or you'll find out if I will or not. Piss me off and I'll bet I can have Mom put you in dresses right into school this fall. Dad isn't going to help you. I heard him tell Mom if you wanted to be a girl then make you a girl, he didn't care, Just leave him out of it."

I was trapped. I was really doing good at staying out of girls clothes ever since I was caught. Now my own sister was going to make me wear them. I slowly started slipping out of my clothes as tears started to creep out of the corner of my eyes. Soon I stood before my sister completely nude with my hands hiding my private parts.

"You big Sissy. Quit bawling or I'll give you something to bawl about. Now get in the bathroom. I made you a nice warm bath to make you smell like a pretty little girl. Now get in there. It's time you started learning about being a real girl instead of just wishing. And we both know you like it, don't we Tiffany?"

I headed towards the bathroom and choked out my plea, "Carol, please. I'm not a girl. I don't want to be a girl. Please don't make me do this. Please Carol don't do this to me. I'm your brother."

"Look Sis, you stopped being my brother when you came home in Jennifer's clothes after having been with Marshal. Boys and certainly not a brother of mine would dress up like that to be with other boys. I'd venture to guess that before the weekend is over I'll know a whole lot more about whether I have a brother or a sister and if he really likes girls or boys. Now get in the tub and I'll show you how to use a razor. Were going to get rid of all that ugly fuzz on your legs before you get to wear nylons like a big girl."

I slid into the fragrant waters and felt the slippery waters engulf my body. It really did feel nice. My reverie was short lived as Carol sat down on the edge of the tub and grabbing my ankle hoisted my left leg out of the water. With the pink razor in one hand and my leg held in the other she began running the razor down my legs from ankle to high on my thigh. I couldn't believe the fuzzy hair that mounted on the razor head. When she had finished with my leg she dropped it unceremoniously back into the water. I was in shock. I couldn't believe the difference in the feeling of the water on my leg now void of the peach fuzz hair. I couldn't help but reach under the water to feel the silky smoothness of my newly shaved leg.

"Pretty nice, isn't it? You like having your leg shaved, didn't you? Now you do your other one," she said handing me the razor.

I struggled to accomplish on this leg what Carol had so easily done to the other. Eventually I had the leg smooth as the other with only one sign of bleeding. I was enjoying the cooling water when Carol returned and said, "Now raise your arm over your head like this." She demonstrated raising her arm to expose the arm pit. I did as instructed as she took the razor from me once more. "Your blonde hair and being whimpy I guess leaves you almost bald under your arms. Hell girl, I have more hair on my legs and arms than you do."

She quickly shaved what fuzz was under my arm and then repeated the same procedure on the other arm pit. "Now," she said, "Let's see what we can do with those pretty locks of hair. A nice shampoo and conditioning and you'll be already for a nice perm or set."

"No way, Carol. You're not going to do that to my hair. No perms, it wouldn't come out. I don't care if you do lie to Mom, I'm not going to wear my hair in curls all summer," I retorted.

"Oh don't be a spaz, Tiffany. I won't perm your hair. At least not yet."

Carol proceeded to wash my hair in her scented shampoo and then after a cool water rinse and squeezing the excess water out, proceeded to work in a silk smooth conditioner. She told me to sit still for a few minutes while the conditioner worked and she left the bathroom. A few minutes later she came back in with a big pink terry cloth robe in her hands.

"OK, Sis it's time to get you prettied up. Out of the tub and hear you can wear this for awhile," she commanded as she held the robe for me to slip into.

"Carol, cut it out. I'm your brother, not your sister. Your the weird one making me pretend to be a girl so you can have a sister," I retorted sharply as I slipped into the robe. It did feel cozy and it only hung to my mid thigh.

"Tiffany my dear, I'm only helping you to be the girl you want to be. Poor little girl is so confused. She has to wear boy clothes all the time when she really wants to be a princess in a little dress for her Daddy and the boys. Well it's OK little sister. I'm going to let you be my "Secret Sister" all the time now," she said. "Now sit down over here till I get your hair all set."

"I'm not a girl! I don't want to be a girl and least of all your sister. Look, I have a penis," I said yanking the robe open to show her the obvious as if she didn't know.

She just looked and continued getting her hair rollers out and set saying to me, "Oh poor little Tiffany. Her clitty is so big. But it certainly isn't big enough to be a dick. Boys have dicks that get real big to satisfy there girls. Now Tiffany that little thing has to be a clitty. It certainly isn't going to satisfy a girl." She laughed.

I wilted in embarrassment at her words. I knew mine wasn't that big, but it would grow; wouldn't it. I dejectedly sat at the vanity on the stool as Carol began pulling the comb through my wet long blond hair. As she once had it all combed out, still wet, she began rolling it up on large barreled curlers and pinning them in place. I in embarrassed silence as she continued an incessant chatter.

"Oh Tiffany, real girls would kill for this hair. Promise me you'll never cut it. God it's so soft and full. I'll bet it really takes a nice set. I can hardly wait to see it all finished and brushed out. You know I won't be able to do this for you all the time. You're going to have to learn how to set your own hair. Pay attention to the way I roll your hair and where the rollers are. Then you can do it yourself next time. Oh I'm excited, aren't you? I can hardly wait to see my sister all prettied up. Oh I really want to show you off," She rattled on.

"Get real," I yelled as her remark struck the gray matter and was recognized, "No one will ever see me in a dress or with my hair done like a girls except you. I'd kill myself first."

"Now little sister, wouldn't you like Marshall to see you all dolled up? Come on now. You said you liked it and if it turns Marshall on you'd want him to see you, now wouldn't you?" she cajoled.

"I... I don't want anyone to see me," I stammered. "What happened with Marshal was because he made me do it."

My mind was confused. When she brought up Marshall my mind raced back to that day. Oh yes, I was a real girl for that few short hours. He really like me like a real girl and I loved being a girl and making him feel like he was with a real girl. He said I was better than any girl he had ever been with, didn't he? I would really love to see him again. I'd love to be dressed just the way he wanted me to be dressed and walking arm and arm with him on a real date.

Carol couldn't know this. And the evening with Carol rushed back. Yes, I knew it was wrong, what we did. But it was so exciting having my little penis in her mouth like that. And she was teaching me where to touch her with my tongue and what it felt like to have my own little titties sucked on. The thoughts stirred in my groin and I knew my penis was getting hard. I squeezed my legs tightly together and adjusted the robe over my lap. I couldn't let Carol discover how she excited me just by mentioning Marshall.

I quietly as she finished my hair and directed me to her bedroom.

"Here sis, better get some clothes on till your hair dries. We'll get you dressed a little and then I can get ready while your hair finishes drying. Your hair's to nice to risk hurting it with a blow dryer and we have lot's of time," she said as she handed me a pair of bright yellow hi-cut satin brief panties and bra. They were very pretty and the lace at the leg openings matched the lace on the bra cups.

I said nothing but opened the robe enough to step in to the panties. Now I had known the feel of satin panties sliding up my legs from before. But the sensations of drawing them up over shaved legs was new and unbelievable. I actually shook from the feel. I finally got them up and in place and was shedding the robe to slip into the satiny bra when Carol spoke up.

"Oh the little boy who doesn't want to be a girl sure has a funny way of showing it. Look her little clitty is so hard it's making her pretty little panties stick out. Poor baby, we'll have to fix that before we go out."

I clasp the bra and quickly turned it around and slipped my arms through. The satin rubbing across my already sensitive hard nipples did nothing but encourage further development of my clitty in the panties. I had no defense to Carol's observations so I turned my back to her.

"Oh Tiffany, really now. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. After all we are sisters. It will be so nice to have a little sister to share all our thoughts and experiences with, won't it. Maybe someday we can even share boys. Would you like that, Tiffany?" she questioned as she returned from her closet with more clothes for her new little sister.

She continued, "I thought maybe a skirt and top would be nice for this afternoon. What do you think, Sis? I think this pleated one or at least a full cut one would help define your figure a little better. You know you don't have a lot of hip to define your little waist, but my, oh my what cute buns you have. Yes this little black one is perfect. Oh no what am I thinking? We'll save this outfit for later. Here, let me see you in this pretty little sundress. Isn't it darling. I can't wait to see you in it. Lift your arms up so I can help you get this over your curlers."

I raised my arms as the diaphanous yellow silk dress flowed down over my body. The bodice fit snugly and the spaghetti straps held the top of the dress just high enough on my chest to expose a little of the lace from my bra. The bra actually pushed my small titties (excess flesh) up to form a very small cleavage as one would expect on a pre-pubescent girl. A belt hung slightly below my waist line and Carol quickly tied them in back of me in a bow that now rested on the curvature of my bum. The full skirt draped over my legs but ended mid thigh. I couldn't resist I did a little spin just to feel the skirt dance across my legs. More sensations almost overwhelmed me.

Carol spoke, "Damn. Look what I've created. My brother really is a girl. Look at her in a new dress."

I was embarrassed by my actions. I didn't mean for that to happen, it just did. I said to Carol, "I.. I'm sorry Carol. I didn't mean to do that. I mean I'm not a girl. I don't want to be a girl, honest."

"There, there now little one. Let's not worry about it right now. The dress looks great on you. I don't even look that good in it. Do you like it? Come on now little sister, tell the truth."

I couldn't take it anymore. I started bawling and between sobs tried to explain to Carol.

"I.. Oh Carol, I.. Love the way it makes me feel. But I'm a boy. I can't be doing these things. Oh, Oh Carol I wished I really was your sister. Please don't tell on me. Am I really bad, am I? No, I'm not your sister I don't want to wear dresses. Please don't do this to me Carol."

My mind could not resolve the conflict of emotions raging with in me. I was a boy. Boys were not girls. Boys didn't want to be girls and boys didn't think about other boys.

Carol stepped close to me and took me in her arms to comfort her little sister.

"Now, now little one, don't cry. It's OK. Really it is. Come on now let's just pretend to be sisters today. I won't tell anyone. Look sweetheart don't cry. Let's be sister today and see how you feel about it tomorrow.

I stopped my sobbing which fell to the small sighs and deep intakes of breath. Carol sat me at her vanity and from the various jars and tubes did my face over into that of a peach skinned little girl with just a pink twinge to the cheeks and lips. When she was finished I couldn't deny I was much more the girl than the boy parts between my legs would ever be a man.

"There little sister. What do you think so far? You really have the look of an innocent little girl with that make-up and dress. Wait till you see your face inside the hair do," Carol beamed.

I only smiled at her in return. What could I say. I loved it. I had never felt so much like a real girl before.

"Of course," she said "We know your not all that innocent, are you? You really liked getting your little clitty sucked on, didn't you? And I thought you were going to swallow my clitty."

My face turned red with embarrassment as she brought our past transgressions up again. "Please Carol," I said, "Your a girl after all and I am a boy. Sure I got hot doing that, but not because I was girl."

"Come on now Tiffany," she retorted, "You know you liked it for more than that. Come on now tell me what Marshall did to you. Did you have one in your little behind?"

"No it wasn't like that," I lied, "What about you. Does your boyfriend do it to you? What about you and Dad? Huh? I watch you sitting on his lap. I saw him put his hand under your skirt, didn't he. Did he touched you down there? Does he do things to you, too?"

"You little faggot! You don't know anything. Joe isn't allowed to touch me and he knows it. He respects me enough not to do those things. I'm not like my slutty little sister who drops her panties for the first boy to smile at her. And Dad, how could you? Your jealous aren't you? You want to sit on Daddy's lap and probably even play with him. You sick little perverted faggot. You really want to know what Dad would think of his Son all prettied up in his sister's clothes trying to get him to molest him? Well maybe if I show him a few pictures of you in dresses you'll find out," she screamed at me real anger.

"Oh please Carol. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please don't tell Dad." I almost cried.

I was jealous of the way Dad treated Carol and not me. I still think he did things to her. Her boyfriend, Joe, on the other hand, probably never has gotten into her pants. I'm also sure he was probably getting it from a lot of other girls unbeknownst to Carol. Joe was from the other side of the tracks and he was so enamored with having an uptown girl he let Carol kind of rule the roost. Dad and Mom both hated to see Carol dating someone so much her inferior.

Carol's anger pasted as quickly as it had erupted. She turned and headed for the bathroom.

"While I get ready get in my closet. There are a pair of white strap sandals that will fit you. They have a little heel but put them on and practice walking. Then in my jewelry box get a gold bracelet and anklet. There's a little gold heart on a chain you can wear too. But use the polish on the vanity on your toe nails and might as well do your finger nails too," Carol ordered.

"But Carol, I don't know how to polish my nails."

Practice, dear, practice," she retorted.

It took me almost an hour to get my toenails and finger nails painted without painting my whole finger. I found the sandals and jewelry and they accented my outfit. I was admiring myself in front of the mirror with the large pink rollers still in my hair when Carol came back in already made up and dressed.

"OK doll baby, let's get your hair finished. Wow, look she handles heels like she was born to them," She said.

I sat as she undid the rollers and my hair fell in soft bouncy waves around my face. She then set to work with a brush and barrettes. Soon she had the side pined back with gold barrettes and the front in a sweeping curl up over my forehead. She retouched my make-up and then had me stand in front of the full length mirror. Wow, I was hot. If Marshall could see me now. Wow, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Carol, I really do look like a girl, don't I?"

"Honey, you'll knock them dead. Come on now girl we got things to do," she said as she pulled me by the arm out of the room and down the stairs.

I was still in a reverie when she had me out the front door. Suddenly I realized was in a dress and outside in front of everyone. The sun was warm and a gentle breeze lifted the skirt of the sundress and laid it gently back on my bare thighs.

"Carol!" I shouted, "Let me back in. Someone is going to see me. Look Mrs. Henderson is looking at us. Please Carol quick, unlock the door."

"Oh, be quiet and act like a lady. No one is going to even remotely believe your a boy. Mrs. Henderson is just being her nosy old self. Come on now and get moving before she comes over to gab."

"But.. But Carol, where are you taking me?"

"Doll Baby, were going to the Village Shops so I can show you the privileges of being a girl and clothes shopping. Anyway you need to get your own make-up. Girls don't share make-up."

We walked the four blocks to the village shops hand-in-hand. She had to hold me or I would have bolted and been hiding under the porch or something at home. She drug me from one ladies shop to another. "The Underneath" was a specialty shop that sold only top of the line lingerie from panties and garters to nightgowns. Sis insisted on buying me a pink satin and lace set of hi-cut briefs, demi-bra, and garter. As an after thought she threw in three pair of sheer hose in black, tan and one in white. I was terrorized to say anything. I was sure my voice would give me away. My feet were killing me. The heeled sandals were straining my leg muscles in ways they weren't supposed too.

"Please Carol," I whined, "Can we go now?"

"Yes dear," she said, "We got to get home and get ourselves ready for this evening."

I didn't think I make it home my feet and legs hurt so bad. I fell in the door as Carol unlocked it. I went directly up to the bathroom to relieve myself of the pressure in my bladder. I sure wasn't going to go to a ladies room while we were out. I had kicked off my shoes and then got myself out of the dress. I was ready to be a boy again.

Then Carol came in the room saying, "Hey girl no time for sleeping. Get out of your pretties and take a quick bath. I want to see you in your new underwear and then we'll have some make-up lessons. Be careful not to get your hair wet."

"Carol, please. I'm tired playing like this. I just want to be a boy."

"Well my little sissy brother, you gave up being a boy when I found you wearing my panties. Now your going to be my little sister or I'll let everyone know about you wearing girls clothes and letting Marshall butt fuck you like a little faggot. He did, didn't he?"

"No, it wasn't like that. Don't tell anyone, I'll do it."

I went into the bath room and drew a hot tub of water. I was just getting in when Carol burst through the door. She unceremoniously dumped scented bath oil and bubbles into the tub with me.

"Shave your legs and under your arms. Don't want any fuzz on your pretty little body. Use my razor, the pink one."

I soaked. I shaved the fuzz. I thought. I dreamed.

The water was turning cold when I climbed out and toweled myself off. It really felt different with my legs completely smooth and fuzzless. I went to my own room and saw clothes already laid out on the bed. I knew any protests would go unheeded. So I pick up my new pink satin briefs and slipped them on and up my legs. I put the bra on backwards and slid it round, but found it a lot harder than Sis's regular bras. When I put my arms through the straps and pulled them up into place on my shoulders it pinched me together in the front. Looking down I had cleavage created by the bra. My chest looked like a little girls ready for her first training bra. I couldn't help admiring myself in the mirror. I had a sexy little figure. My butt stuck out round and firm just like my sisters.

I sat down and rolled the hose up my legs and snapped the pink satin garter belt around my waist. I slipped the garter tabs down through the panties and attached them to the tops of the hose. She had left me the black hose. I stepped into the little pleated black skirt she was going to have me wear earlier. I zipped it up the side and looked in the mirror. It barely covered the tops of the hose and any movement flashed the pink lace of the garter tabs. I loved it. I looked so sexy. I took the silver lame crop top and slipped it over my head. The low cut neck line exposed my newly created cleavage and it hung over the tips of my titties not touching my belly below it. God was I hot. I could hardly wait to get my hair fixed and some make-up on.

My ministrations were being watched by my sister unknown to me.

"You little shit!" she exclaimed on entering the room from her hidden vantage point. "You better never tell me your a boy or want to be a boy. I saw you. You love it. Your a slut, you know that?"

"Well... I. I was just pretending."

"Pretending, SHIT! You love yourself as a girl. I'll bet you would have cum in your new panties if I'd left you alone any longer. Come on let's get your make-up fixed, get some nail polish on your pretty little fingers and fix your hair."

I sat as se went through her ministrations with the make-up, nail polish and hair brushes. I looked into the mirror and there wasn't any semblance of a boy. Only a hot looking 13 year old girl trying to look 16.

I was sitting there in reverie when the door bell rang. I almost jump up to go down stairs and answer it and then remembered who I really was. Panic set in.

Carol saw my panic and said, "Cool out. I'll see who it is."

I heard her at the door and some mumbling I couldn't quite make out. The door shut again and then Carol called up the stairs, "Hey Tiffany, it's OK. Come on down and we'll have a coke."

I got up and headed down the stairs. I didn't see Carol and walked into the den to see if she was there. She was. But so was her boyfriend Carl. I stood in stunned silence as my mouth dropped open.

"See what did I tell you. Isn't she pretty. She's sexy isn't she," Carol prodded Carl.

"God I don't believe it. What a sissy faggot. I always figured you were a little strange, but this... I don't believe it," he said as he began laughing.

I was frozen in humiliation. How could she have done this to me. Tears formed in my eyes.

Carol came over and took my arm and admonished Carl, "Knock it off, Carl. You know damn well you'd cream your pants over her if I hadn't told you who she was. Now, come on Sis don't cry. You'll ruin your make-up. Come over here and sit down. I got us all some pop."

Carl was recovering from his initial shock and I think his own embarrassment of being turned on by a boy in a dress. "Well, he could be one of those female impersonators. He looks almost as good as that Rue Paul."

"It's not he. This is Tiffany, my little sister," Carol said, "It's she and a very pretty she, don't you think so?"

Carol sat me down between the two o them on the couch. I tried to press towards Carol to keep any part of me from touching Carl. Both Carl and Carol had there arms thrown up over the couch behind me. I couldn't escape and Carol just pressed me closer to Carl.

"Carl," Carol said, "My poor little sister lost her boyfriend. She's not allowed to see him anymore. I really think she misses him and not having any attention from the boys."

I didn't see where this teasing was headed and I just kept my mouth shut as I was being pressed between them.

"Oh I don't think a pretty little faggot like her would have any trouble finding a new boyfriend," Carl teased.

"Now Carl," Carol admonished, "Be nice. Tiffany is so lonesome, aren't you little sister? I'll bet you really miss all those smooches and feels he gave you, huh?"

"Don't Carol, please," I pleaded.

Carol reached over and taking Carl's hand placing it on my bare thigh below the hem of the skirt. "Now Carl why don't you just take a little feel of Tiffany. Feel how nice and soft and smooth her legs are. I bet you never felt a girl with such soft and smooth skin. Just check above her pretty lace top stockings and see," Carol instructed him.

He pushed his hand between my thighs and under the pleats of the little skirt I wore. As his fingers found the top of my hose and the bare skin exposed above them, I shivered. I can't explain whether it was from fear or excitement. His hand roamed further and found my satin covered crotch. He petted my scrotum through the panties and I thought I'd lose it as I tried in vain to squirm out of my position.

I tried to push away from Carl when my hand landed in his lap. My God, he was hard. He was getting turned on by a boy in a dress. I jerked my hand back as if it hand been burned.

"Oh don't be shy Tiffany. If you want to feel my tool you go right ahead," Carl said as he grabbed me by the wrist and placed my hand back in his lap on his dick."

"Go on Tiffany, unzip him and take it out," Carol said. "Do it Tiffany or maybe your picture will show up at school. Take Carl's dick out Tiffany."

I reluctantly unzipped his dockers and to my shock he wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick sprang out as the zipper was barely released. God, it was huge. The head was purple and engorged with blood. I had never seen one like his not in all the years of gym classes and showers. Still holding my wrist Carl forced my hand unto it. Not only was it long it was really big around. My fingers closed around it and I found my hand and fingers would not go completely around his monstrous dick. Thinking back to Marshall he would be small compared to this one. I was glad he wasn't this big he would have killed me sticking it in me.

I tried to squrim and get my release and only succeeded in ending up on the floor in front of them with Carl's cock sticking in my face. I had gone from the frying pan into the fire.

"Oh look Carl," Carol cajoled, "I think my little sister is a cock sucker. I think she wants you to put it in her mouth so she can suck it for you. Go on Tiffany take Carl's Cock in your pretty little mouth. Show Carl what a good little cock sucker you are."

"Please Carol," I pleated with tears welling in my eyes, "Don't do this to me, please."

"You fuckin little sissy shit, shut up," She screamed at me, "You been putting my clothes on for years and loving it every time I let you put a dress and panties on. Now you want to be a little girl then you'll be a girl. You'll damn well learn what it is to be a girl with a guy, NOW SUCK HIS COCK!"

She grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my face into his crotch. His stiff dick pushed into my pink lipsticked lips. He grabbed me by the hair and proceeded to force his dick into my mouth between my lips and teeth. I continued to try to talk, to beg, not to do it. All to no avail as he pushed his throbbing dick deep into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. Using my hair as handles he pushed and pulled my head over his dick, FUCKING MY FACE.

I was prepared to have my mouth filled with Carl's hot cum when all of a sudden Carol said, "OK that's enough of that. Now make her a real girl."

Carl pulled his hard hot dick out of my mouth and released my hair. My relief was short lived as Carol pulled me to my feet by my arms. Before I even regained my balance Carol had sat hard on the couch pulling me by the arms down over the arm. There I was spread over the couch arm my feet not gaining the floor. Before I could recover Carl positioned himself standing behind me, between my legs.

"Go ahead, Do it," Carol said.

I felt Carl's hands lifting the back of my skirt and slip up over my back. The cool air cooled my satin cover butt. Then his hand was in the back of the panties and pulling them down off my butt.

"Please Carl, please stop. Don't do this Carl. I'll tell if you do," I pleaded and then threatened.

"You'll tell no one Sissy or all the pictures I've ever taken of you in your little girl outfits will be all around your school. I'll bet your class mates would all be sticking there dicks in you if they knew what you really are," Carol said. "And just think what Daddy would think about having another sissy daughter."

Carl seemed oblivious to my pleas or Carol's response. He was busy preparing to taking what he thought was my virginity. I squirmed as I felt him wiping his spittle on my hole as lubricant. I was terrified. The size of his dick would surely tear me apart. I struggled but he had my legs pinned and Carol still held my arms. All of a sudden I heard the loud crack before I really felt the blow across my ass planted there by Carl.

"Shut up you little bitch, your going to like this. Never had a girl tell me she didn't," Carl said.

I felt the head of his dick press into the entrance of my pussy hole. There was to much resistance. He couldn't put it in me. It was too big.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I screamed as he dropped all his weight on me driving his dick into me. The head popped through the tight opening and it felt as if a hot poker had been shoved into me. He paused only long enough to take a breath and grabbing me around my tummy lifted me and shoved again. His dick forced it's way deeper into me. I screamed again.

Carl was lost in his pursuit as he started slow and long strokes pushing it in and out of me. "God," he said, "This is fantastic. You are one hell of a fuck"

"FUCK HIM CARL, FUCK HIM," Carol shouted, "Make my little sister a real woman. Make her want it."

His long dick was hitting something up inside me. Every stroke ended in an intense feeling inside me. I didn't know what it was at the time but later learned about the prostrate. He was doing things to me. I never thought a boy could have these kinds of feelings. My dick was hard in the front of the satin panties. I felt Carl's hands take hold of my little dick through the panties as he continued to drive his dick in and out of me.

"Yeah, baby, yeah. You like it don't you. Come on tell me you want me to fuck you like a little girl or I'll stop right now," Carl threatened. "This little faggot is hard. He likes getting fucked."

"Carl, Carl,.... Please Carl," I mumbled.

"Please what you little faggot? Come on tell us," Carl responded. "Tell your sister you like getting fucked," he said as he squeezed my penis and twisted it sending pain up through my groin.

"YES, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, CARL. I want you to fuck me, I like it," I relented.

Another deep plunge into me and I felt Carl explode inside me. It felt like I was going to shit myself at the same time I lost it. I exploded in the panties in Carl's hands. I felt his cum fill me and squeeze out of me and down my thighs. I was spent as I fell onto the arm of the couch and Carl fell with me. I was leaking his fluid but I could still feel his huge manhood buried deep within me. I was crying. Crying softly as the tears started to streak my cheeks. Carol had released my hands and she was speechless at what she had instituted here this night.

Had I like what had happened to me? No, but then again I lay across the arm of the couch with the front of my panties filled with my cum and Carl's cum running down my thighs out of my ass hole. I was recovering and finally a realization of what had transpired came to me. I jumped up suddenly still sobbing and ran for the stairs. I couldn't hear the yells of Carl and Carol and didn't stop till I was in the bath room with the door locked.

I stripped my sister's clothes from my body as quickly as I could. Cum still streamed out of my ass hole and down my thighs. I reached around to feel and see if I as really torn. I touched my now swollen and sore pussy hole and then looking at my hand the tell tale evidence was there. Cum and blood stained my fingers. I cried harder. I stepped into the shower and scrubbed myself in an attempt to remove the memory of what my sister and Carl had subjected me too. The hot steamy water did not seem to alleviate the memory or soreness that permeated my bottom. I dried and stuffed the clothes into the hamper. I listened carefully for any sign of Carl or Carol outside the door. I head tones of their talk from down the stairs. I quietly unlocked the door and dashed into my room locking my door behind me. Standing there totally naked with all the make-up gone except for the nail polish. My long blond hair was still damp and showed none of the styling Carol had done earlier. On the bed was the baby doll night gown Carol had left for me. As brutalized as I had been I couldn't help taking the baby dolls and slipping into them. The silky satin brushed my nipples to erection while the little briefs comforted my bottom. I climbed into bed and sought the relief of sleep.

Sometime later I heard a light tapping on my door. My first reaction was to ignore it. Then I heard Carol, "Bobbi.. Tiffany, honey are you OK? Please, let me in. I need to talk to you."

"Go away. Please leave me alone. Is Carl still here?" I queried

"He's gone Tiffany. Please let me in. We need to talk. I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean it to go so far."

Reluctantly I crawled from bed my bottom reminding me it was not yet healed. I unlocked my door and turned and retreated to my bed pulling my covers up over me. Carol entered the room and came straight to the bed and sat on the edge.

"Let me see," she said pulling the covers down to see me in the nighty. "Did he hurt you? You did put the nighty on, didn't you?"

"Yes, he hurt me. And you helped him do it to me," I retorted, "You knew how big he was and you still let him do it to me, fuck me and call me a faggot and everything! I'm not a faggot."

"Here," she said, "Roll over, let me see."

I rolled over as Carol pulled the back of the panties down off my bum. I felt her fingers spread my cheeks gently apart. "Oh, he did hurt you, didn't he? Lie still I'll get you something. Your still leaking some of his cum and a little blood. I'll get something to make you feel better and keep you from ruining my nighty."

Carol was gone but a short time when she returned. I was still laying on my stomach and couldn't see what she had with her. I heard paper tear and then felt her finger smearing grease on my sore hole. "Hold still now, I'll try not to hurt you." With that I felt her slide something small and hard up my pussy hole. When she seemed to pull it out I still felt something inside me.

"There, I put a tampax in you The Vasoline will soothe you and the tampax will keep you from leaking in your panties. There's a string hanging out and when it's time to take it out, just pull I gently. Leave it in till morning anyway."

It was a strange feeling in my bum. Not totally unpleasant but different. She pulled my panties back up and I rolled over to face her. "Why did you do it to me Carol? Why did you let him do that to me? I liked being your sister. I like being a girl. I thought you liked me like your sister. Why did you do it?" I asked in a halting voice trying to avoid the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Tiffany, I didn't know you really liked being a girl. I always thought I was forcing you to pretend to be my sister with threats and such. I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did. I was trying to find out about you, really. Look I'll never let anything like that happen again to you. I'm sorry it happened. If your serious about feeling like a girl, I'll help you. We won't tell anyone. It will be our secret. I'll help you be as much like a girl and my sister as possible. You know there are guys who become girls for real. They say some of them are really girls inside but just were born with he wrong equipment. Maybe that's what happen to you."

"I don't know Carol. I don't know what I am anymore. You saw what happened to me when Carl raped me. Does that mean I'm queer or a girl or what?"

"It doesn't mean anything, Tiffany. It was physical, that's all. You couldn't help that happening if he hit your prostrate gland up in your bum. No you better get some sleep. You've had a hard day and tomorrow when we get up I'm going to help you become the girl you want to be. I won't make you do anything. I'll just help you do what ever you want. Mom and Dad won't be home till late tomorrow so we will have lot's of time to play. Good night Sis."

"Good night Carol," I mumbled as I turned over on my belly to go to sleep.

The next day was wonderful. I removed the tampax and the bleeding had stopped although I was still very sore. After breakfast with Sis she had me bath and proceeded to dress me in everything from short shorts to her prom dresses. As she went through her clothes she made a special drawer for me in her dresser. There she put lingerie that was for me to wear anytime I wanted too. She made a place in her closet and hung a few dresses, skirts, and blouse that were to be mine alone. We did make-up and styled each others hair. I was really her sister now. There memories of the previous night had faded and I truly felt like Carol's sister and even though I knew better, I could not imagine myself as a boy that day.

As evening approached Carol reminded me that Mom and Dad would soon be home and Bob would have to be here when they arrived. I reluctantly removed my girly clothes and scrubbed the make-up from my face as I watched Tiffany disappear in the mirror and Bob return. But this was only superficial for inside I knew I would always be Tiffany, Carol's little sister.

Mom and Dad arrived home just as I was returning from my transformation upstairs. As they banked in the front door with there bags and looking rather haggard from their week-end activities, they raised a greeting. "Well I see the house is still standing. And I assume your sister is still among the living that you didn't kill one another this week-end," Mom said.

"Yeah, sure Mom we're both still alive and kicking. I think Carol's in the den watching TV," I said.

Dad looked at me rather curiously and said, "You look different. What is it."

Mom spoke up, "Well it's rather obvious someone styled his hair. But you better do something with it before school tomorrow cause it looks like something your sister would wear, certainly not a boy."

"Jesus Boy! What's with you? First it's long hair and now you want it to look like a girls? Have you got a problem or something we should talk about?" Dad practically shouted at me. I had forgotten all about the hair style Carol had given me that afternoon. Having trimmed my bangs and curled it all in to a soft feminine hair-do there could be no mistaking it for anything else.

I defended myself, "Ahh.. Oh, Carol was messing around this afternoon while I was watching TV. I forgot all about it. I haven't even seen what she did to it." I felt my hair with both hands and twisted around in the hall to vie myself in the hallway mirror.

"Holy shit Carol! What did you do to me. Mom, I got to get my hair back. I can't go anywhere like this.," I faked my surprise and indignation.

Mom responded, " Oh don't get upset. I'm sure it will all was out and you'll have your stringy mane back."

"Well, I just wish you'd get it cut like a normal boy. You look like some faggot or hippie with it that way," Dad added. "It's no wonder your always getting picked on at school and knocked around."

Just then Carol came in, "Oh you mean you don't like what I did with his hair? I was bored and I figured what better way to see how I'd look in a new hair style that to try it on him. I think it's adorable, don't you? Not really for me but he might make a pretty nice looking girl now with a dress and a little make-up.

Mom replied rather shortly, "I think that's enough. After all we've been through the last month or so I don't think this needs discussed any further. Go on upstairs and get your hair washed and combed out, Bobbi"

I went and did as told. The rest of the short evening went uneventful except for some strange looks from Dad. The hair was never mentioned that evening. As I went to my room and got ready to get into bed I pulled my covers back. There under the blanket was a pair of yellow lace panties and a shorty nylon lace night gown. My sister had left me a present. I didn't hesitate. I slipped into them and then into bed. At last I felt good in my new sleep outfit and drifted off to sleep and dream.

The following week was rather uneventful. Two evenings Carol and I ended up alone in the house and she dressed me and started helping me with the girl's etiquette. I loved it and looked forward to my lessons with her. She added to my secret wardrobe in her room when she bought me a couple of pair of panty hose a garter belt and two pair of hose. I was ecstatic. I love the hose and figured I'd get use to panty hose. She said with short skirts and slacks I'd learn to appreciate panty hose.

Now I have to tell you a little about my Dad before we go on here. Dad was an athlete in high school and college. He stood 6' 4" with broad shoulders and carried a trim 205 pounds even at his age now. He worked out and kept rather trim and fit. He was a man's man. He also wanted his son to follow his foot steps into an athletic career. So you can imagine his disappointment in siring a whimp like me. Not that he didn't try. We both suffered through his attempts to teach me how to play baseball and football. However after the disastrous little league try-outs when he saw how really bad I was compared to the other boys, he gave up. I was so bad I even threw a ball like a girl. The embarrassment ended my athletic career and his hopes of watching his son hit the game winning home run or score the winning touchdown. After that I became a non-enmity to him. What ever affection was shown was showered on my sister and of course Mom. At least Sis was number one at being a beautiful girl. Athletic in a very feminine way, cheerleader, track star, prom queen. It became easy for him to shower his attention on success.

It was about a month after Carol and my bonding as sisters. I arrived home from school to an empty house. The note on the counter instructed me to heat a TV diner for myself. Dad was on a business trip, Mom was at her card club, and Carol was staying over at her girlfriends house. It didn't take me long to decide how I was going to entertain myself this evening. Mom wouldn't be home for hours. I rushed up the stairs and quickly stripped and was in a scented tub of water. My legs were still devoid of hair but I ran the razor over them anyway. I wash my hair and used the conditioner as Carol had shown me.

After a half hour of tub preparation I dried in the fluffy towel, wrapped a towel turban style to hold my wet hair and donned one of Carol's pink terry cloth robes. Then it was off to Carol's room and my own treasures. Who would I be tonight, the vixen, the school girl, or the Sunday go to meeting girl? I set out the make-up Carol had either given me or purchased for me on her vanity. Then to the closet to search for the perfect outfit for the evening. The bath oil wafted in the air around me. I felt so feminine at that moment. There, that was the outfit. I reached in and pulled the red/black/white plaid pleated skirt from it's hanger along with the white blouse with the lace collar and long sleeves. It would be perfect under a cardigan sweater for a chilly fall evening.

I then went to my drawers in Carol's room to select the lingerie to complement the outfit. I was getting an erection just thinking about how pretty I was going to be. I could picture the make-up and hair style, maybe a simple ponytail with the ribbon to match the plaid skirt. I picked out a short lacy petty slip in white that would make the pleats hang softly over my hips. I took the white lace push up bra that under a blouse and sweater would give the appearance of sprouting boobs. The white lace high cut briefs and matching garter belt would be great. I then went to Carol's stocking drawer and found a pair of red hose that went really well with the predominate red in the plaid skirt. The shoes she had given me were in the back of her closet. There the black flats would be perfect and they were more comfortable than the heels she had given me.

I slipped into the clothes except for the blouse which would go on after the make-up and hair. The bra pushed my flesh together and not only gave me a cleavage but filled the cups somewhat. I dried my hair and then applied the make-up using a dark red lipstick and a similar blush. The I pulled my bangs out and with the curling iron formed them into a solid curl across my forehead. I brushed my hair back pulling it behind my ears and then into a ponytail. A gum band held it in place while I tied the ribbon over it.

I was still sitting there without my blouse fiddling with the ribbon when a loud bang from behind me started me. I almost peed my panties right then. I turn to find the source of the crash to discover it was my Dad's suit case hitting the floor. I'm not sure who was more startled at that moment as he stood there with his mouth open trying to form words.

I recovered first, "D...DAD! What are you doing home I thought..."

"What the hell is going on here," He shouted. "What are you doing? You faggot! I thought this had been all settled. What the hell are you doing in your sister's clothes and make-up?"

My mind was racing. There was no excuse. My mind raced on. Not even having room to think about the consequences of my predicament I tried for an acceptable explanation. "Dad.. I was just pretending.. I..I just wanted to see.. I'm sorry Dad I'll get out of them right away."

"For God's sake cover yourself up. Put a shirt on or something. And no you won't get out of them, not yet. Finish your dressing or what ever then I want to see you in my room," he said as he picked up his bag and turned heading for his bedroom.

I couldn't believe what I just heard from his mouth. "Cover yourself up" like I was a girl and he was embarrassed seeing me in my bra. I got up and buttoned the blouse around me and tucked the tail into my skirt. What was going on here. I though I was going to get smacked around and maybe the clothes tore off me. But this? I was confused and extremely leery of presenting myself before him again made-up as I was. I considered locking the door and returning myself to Bob before he could see me again. How would I approach him? I knew I was embarrassed in fact my cheeks still burned from my discovery. I was contemplating all of this when he shout from his bed room, "Get over here now, I want to talk to you."

I marched as the prisoner on death row to the electric chair, false bravery holing up erect from falling into a fit. I pushed open his door and slid inside. His bag was in the corner and he had removed his coat and tie and was sitting on the edge of his bed. He sat shaking his head with it bowed. He look up at my entrance giving me a through inspection from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

"Are you... completely dressed," he ask. I shook my head affirmatively. "Lift the skirt, I want to see." I reluctantly raised the hem of the skirt. "The slip too." I adjusted my grip and raised the slip with the skirt. I stood in abject silence.

"What's your problem? Do you think your a girl? Are you just a crossdresser? How long has this been going on? Does your Mother know what your doing? The incident with the neighbor I believed you when you said you had been forced to do it, but this. You sure as hell make a better looking girl than you ever did a boy. Have you thought about what this is going to do to your Mother?," he shot at me.

"Dad, I,, I don't know. I... I was just trying them on," I lied. "Dad I wonder about me too. I don't know what I feel. I know I'm a boy and I know I upset you really bad but Mom doesn't have to know, does she? I mean I'll never do it again, honest. But please don't tell Mom."

"Does your sister know your doing this?"

"Well, yeah. But honest Dad it isn't her fault."

"Come here! I want to see something. Do you like boys? Are you queer?" he ask.

I took a few steps towards him just to be within his reach. He reached out and taking the hem of the skirt with one hand holding it out and then reached with his other hand under the slip and started searching the front of my panties. I recoiled a bit but he just pulled me back and continued his exploration. His hand found my half hard erection in the front of my satin panties. "Dad....," I pleaded.

"What's the matter, sissy? Shit you hardly have a dick and it's hard already. This turns you on sexually, doing this, doesn't it. Are you shaving your legs? Shit, maybe you are a girl." His hand slipped inside the leg opening of my panties as he grasp my little thing in is big fingers.

"Dad! Please don't," I pleaded as I squirmed.

"Well if my son wants to be my daughter and a girl I wonder if he's ready to find out about boys and girls from the girls side of things?" he said as he pulled me closer and wrapped his other big paw around under my skirt holding my satin covered bum from escape.

I was in shock. I couldn't believe my Dad was doing this to me. I must have been right about Carol and him. I wondered if he was fucking his daughter, my sister. I wonder what he was planning. How far was he going to take this? "Dad... please Dad. Stop. I'm not a girl. I'm your son!

"Your no son of mine. And I can't imagine you as my daughter. But you are a hot little faggot, aren't you? Let's see if you are ready to be a girl. Sit down here," he said as he pulled me down to sit on the bed beside him. One arm was around my shoulder holding me tightly in his grip. The other hand was unbuttoning my blouse enough for him to get his big hand inside. Then it was inside the bra cup pinching my nipple between his fingers. I couldn't help the sensations as they sent chills coursing through my body right to my groin. My peep jumped in the confines of the panties. "Oh my little faggot sissy like to have her little nipples played with. They're getting hard just like any other little girl's when she get all hot."

"Dad please that hurts. Please Dad stop this. Stop please."

"Oh I don't think you want me to stop do you? Come on now give Daddy a kiss with those pretty soft little lips," he said as his hand moved up to hold the back of my head and turn it to accept his lips full on mine.

I tried to turn my head away as he pushed his tongue between my lips penetrating my mouth. I tried pushing his tongue out with mine only to have mine sucked into his own mouth. His hand left my tits and was working it's way up my nylon covered thigh squeezing and massaging my legs again searching for the union of my legs. Each time I squirmed his hand rode further up under my skirt to pull the waist band of my panties out and his hand down in them. He pulled the panty front down to expose my pee-pee under my skirt and slip. Then he removed his hand and caught hold of my wrist as I tried in vain to push his hand away. I could only imagine a girl on a date fighting off her date as he sought to invade her most private parts.

Holding me by the wrist he pushed my hand into his crotch and right down on his manhood. Even through his dress pants I could feel his hardness as it pushed to free itself from he constraints. He made my hand rub up and down on it even with my fingers and hand bend back as far as I could to avoid the contact.

"Go on honey. Take hold of Daddy's dick. You girls all like playing with dicks don't you. Be a good girl now for Daddy and he'll let you take it out and play with it," he said as he broke our kiss.

Dad had gone over the edge. I wasn't his son anymore in his mind. I was a girl to him. A girl he was going to have. I thought I've got to stop this, he's lost it. "DAD! STOP. Stop it right now. I'm your son. If you don't stop I'll tell," I yelled.

He stopped. But it was only long enough to plant a resounding slap across my face.

"You little faggot. Your going to tell on me? Maybe I'll tell on you. Maybe your school would like to hear about you and see you show up in dresses for school. Maybe your Grandparents will accept you as there grand-daughter. Maybe your Mother wants another Daughter, huh? You want to find out? Now shut the hell up and take my dick out. Make Daddy happy or you may find out what a lot of other people think about transsexuals."

My face stung as I reluctantly unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt and freed his dick to pop to attention. I had hardly got it freed when he pushed my head down into his lap. "Now suck Daddy. Suck him, good," he said as he pressed my head down and his dick entered my mouth. I resigned myself to this fate and I sucked. I sucked as he push my head down over it further. When he pulled my head back I used my tongue inside my mouth to tickle the head of his dick.

In my current position I was rolled to one side bent over with my head in his lap. His one hand holding me by my ponytail guided my mouth over his engorged dick my teeth lightly holding his dick from popping out of my mouth as the ridge in it's head pulled back. It was then I felt his other hand down the back of my panties as his finger sought my hole between the soft cheeks of my ass. It was funny. I wasn't thinking about his invasion of my ass but rather, gee I hold he doesn't tear my panties. His finger found the opening it sought. He penetrated me and began his ministrations.

He moaned as I sucked and licked. I took his balls in my hand and gently began to massage them as I sucked.

"You little faggot whore. This isn't the first dick you've had in your mouth. You should be giving lessons in cock sucking. Here Daddy though he was going to get a virgin hole and you went and gave it to someone else. Well that's OK little girl cause now Daddy's going to let you feel it when a Man gives it to you."

With that he pulled my head up off his dick and pushed me back onto his bed. Holding both my hands in one of his he stretched my arms up over my head pinning them to the bed. He then reach down with his other hand and pulled my bra up to expose my nipples. Next he was under my skirt ripping my panties down off my bum. I had resigned myself to my fate and offer little resistance to him. I even raised my butt up enough to let my panties slide down without tearing.

Then he reached across me to the night stand and with his fingers full of Vasoline smeared it on my opening running his finger into me. I jumped as his intrusion of my body. I still don't know if he had the Vasoline there with this planned or if it might have been a regular fixture on there night stand for other uses.

"Now you want to be a girl, do you? Well you must like the boys sticking it up you so now Daddy will show you a real fucking," He said as he positioned himself between my legs and lifted each of them up to rest over his shoulder. The position fully exposed my bum and pussy hole to his manhood.

He leaned down into me still holding my arms above my head. His mouth sought out my nipples as he sucked them and bit them gently. I couldn't help myself I was getting turned on by my own Dad. I squirmed as he sucked and I could feel the end of his dick rubbing the entrance of my hole.

"You little bitch. You really want it don't you. You want Daddy dick in you, don't you? Come on tell me. Tell me you want me to stick it up you. Tell me or I'll stop right now," he commanded. He must have sensed what I was feeling.

My silence was broken as tears welled in my eyes. Finally attention from Dad. Maybe not the attention I had originally desired but if this is what it took, so be it. "Yes... Yes Daddy, please fuck me Daddy," I mumbled.

"What? What did you say? I couldn't hear you. You want Daddy's dick, do you? Let me hear you?"

Almost shouting I said, "YES YES DADDY I WANT YOU IN ME. I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!"

I tried to slide down from his grip to impale myself on his dick as it teased the opening of my bum. Just as I did so he pushed himself up on me and his dick popped into me and continued to slide deep to the recesses of my bum hole.

I screamed, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH." But it wasn't in pain. It was in pure pleasure of feeling his dick penetrate me and slid easily up to touch me in that secret spot. He was plunging in and out of me in a slow methodical rhythm and I was attempting to meet his every thrust with a thrust of my own.

"Oh Oh Daddy yesss yessss. Oh Daddy fuck me fuck me Daddy," I cried as tears rolled down my cheeks. Tears of joy, not of pain.

Dad just grunted and increased the tempo and drove into me. My dick was trapped between our bellies and every thrust felt as if it were going to bring it to climax. I was trying to hold back. I couldn't cum on Dad. I could hold it back no longer I felt it building to a head and I could feel it coming up the short shaft. Just then Dad dove really deep into me grabbing me by the hips and pressing me against him as his dick bottomed out inside me. It was then, I swear, I could felt his cum swelling his dick inside me as it traversed his shaft and filled my bottom like an enema.

I came between us and Dad appeared oblivious to what I had done as he fell on top of me. My legs slide off his shoulders and wrapped around his waist as I locked my ankles behind his back trapping his manhood inside me. He was breathing so hard, I thought maybe he was having a heart attack. Geeze, what a thought. Headlines, "Dad dies while screwing transvestite son.

"Dad, Dad! Are you OK. Dad let me up please," I pleaded. He groaned and lifted himself and in doing so pulled his dick from within me. His cum came out of my ass as if a dam had burst. I sighed as I felt the cum run down over my thighs. Oh Gosh, my skirt and slip I thought as raised myself up to try to salvage my slip and skirt from the mess coming out of me.

Dad stood over me regaining his composure as I tried to pull my clothes up out of harms way.

"Bobbi, your more girl than you'll ever be a boy. You liked it didn't you? I thought I'd scare you out of this but you were a girl then, weren't you? I can't believe what I did. I'm sorry," he said.

"It's OK Dad. Yeah, I think if I ever wanted something it's to be a girl. I'm no good at boy things. I'm tired of getting beat up in school and teased. And yes I did like doing it with you." I confessed. Oh look my skirt and slip are ruined."

Dad just looked as he took klenex from the night stand and wiped my cum from his hairy belly. "I'll get you a new outfit. Don't worry about it. You better go get cleaned up and changed. Your Mother will be home soon. I don't know what we'll do or what's going to happen. I have to think about this."

He didn't hug me. He didn't tell me he loved me. I was a freak to him. Something to get off on. All this and he really doesn't love me anymore. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I picked up my panties and hold my skirt and slip up left his room to return to being Bob.

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