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I had never had a sexual encounter with a male in the ten years I had been dressing like a girl. In fact, only two others knew of my secret desires and they had kept my secret the entire time. They were my sister and my cousin. I was nineteen when all hell broke loose in my life and the secret life and desires were made known to the world. I will never be the same now that I am no longer a virgin nor am I sure I would want to return to the closet and have things as they were. I guess I should start at the beginning. As I said I had been dressing as a girl for nearly ten years. I was nine when my sister, Sheila, who is three years older than me, and my cousin, Karen, who is two years older than me, both got bored one Saturday while our parents had gone out and left them to baby-sit me. They wondered what I would look like as a girl and they decided to dress me up and see. They were stronger than me and though I tried to fight them off, they easily overpowered me and I soon found myself being dressed in my sister's clothes. They made me wear a mini skirt and high heeled go-go boots. They used makeup on my face and found a long blonde wig of Mother's to place on my head. They stuffed the bra cups with water balloons to give me the illusion of breasts. When they finished my makeover I surprised even then at how much I looked like a girl. My reflection scared me yet there was something that drew me into this new world of femininity that I knew I wanted to find out more about it. The clothes felt terrific on my body and I wondered why I couldn't wear them all the time?
They kept me dressed as a girl all day. I had to play Dating Game with them and listen to them talk about boys and fashion. They had me be a fashion model for them and put on a show modeling Sheila's clothes. I wore dresses, skirts and even a bikini bathing suit for them. They made it not only fun for them but fun for me as well. I had never received all the attention I was getting from them that day. It was wonderful being the center of attention instead of my sister getting it. Even at my birthday parties, she was paid more attention than I was. I liked the new sensations and I even liked being treated as a girl. It was a grand illusion. They took time to teach me how to walk in the heels with a feminine sway. They taught me how to sit in a short skirt and not show my panties and how to cross and uncross my legs in a lady like fashion. I blushed when they told me if I learned to cross my legs in just the right way I could flirt with boys and get them hot and bothered.
They taught me about flirting and getting boys to ask me out. They taught me about makeup and color coordination. In short, they taught me to be a girl. That night they had me wear a short nightie to bed with a pair of panties and left my toenails painted a bright red. I slept in ecstasy as I enjoyed the nylon material against my skin.
In the morning they woke me up before our parents got up and made me swear not to tell anyone about being dressed as a girl. They promised me that I could spend more time as a girl, but I couldn't tell anyone they were doing it to me. I wanted them to give me the attention and if it meant keeping a secret to get to enjoy the treatment then that was okay with me. When we were alone I would ask Sheila when she and Karen were going to dress me up again. It became a regular thing as our parents would go off and leave us every Saturday and they would use this time to have their fun with me. After a few weeks of staying at home playing dress-up, they began to get bored and started coming up with other things for us to do. I got to be a girl, but soon I found myself going with them to the shopping mall, or a movie, or going to their friend's houses. I became one of the girls and after a couple of months, that is how they treated me. I was no longer the center of attention, but I wasn't an outcast either. I was included in everything they did. I even had to join their Girl Scout troop, and go door to door in the neighborhood selling cookies during the season. As They got older and began seriously dating boys, our dress-up games began to cease, at least for them. I still wanted to feel the soft clothing against my body, so I would go into my sister's room and dress-up by myself. Occasionally my sister or my cousin would do things with me, but generally I was left to do things by myself.
As I got into my teen years, my sister would occasionally make me go on a double date with her and her boyfriend. I usually had to escort her date's younger brother. I think she enjoyed seeing me get my first kiss. I kind of enjoyed it too, but it scared me to think I might actually like other boys sexually. These dates were few and far between. I only had five dates before the incident with my discovery.
My mother and father never knew about my dressing as a girl. It had been a well-kept secret. There were a few close calls, but for ten years I was not caught. As I am sure you can tell, the inevitable did finally happen. Boy, did it ever! The day started as a normal day as Mother and Father left with Uncle Robert and Aunt Bonnie for their usual Saturday outing. I watched them drive off and then headed to the bathroom to relax in a nice scented bubble bath and then dress in some of my sister's clothes. I was feeling a little on the flashy side so I dressed in her shortest skirt and her highest heels. I added a slightly heavier amount of makeup and added a good amount of gold chain necklaces and bracelets as well as adding large dangling gold loop earrings to finish off the look. If it were night and I had wandered into the red light district, I probably would have been approached as one of the prostitutes. That was the look I was trying for. As I said I was feeling adventurous, but had no plans to actually go out. Karen did drop by for a few minutes to see if Sheila was home. She took one look at me and told me I looked like a whore and called me a slut for dressing that way. Sheila had stayed at college that weekend so her visit was short, but I liked the verbal abuse she had offered. It gave me a thrill. Knowing I had the rest of the day to myself, I set about doing my chores. I never thought to keep my ears open for trouble. As I was preparing to eat lunch, my father entered the back door into the kitchen. There was no place for me to hide. I stood there silent and motionless awaiting his fury and punishment. He called my mother into the house to see her daughter. They asked me why I was dressed the way I was and could tell by how expertly my makeup was applied and how well I stood in the heels that I had spent some time before as a girl. I told them the whole story even how much I enjoyed dressing as a girl.
I had found out that Uncle Robert had gotten sick and that is why they had returned home so early. They told me to make them some lunch as well as my own and to serve it to them in the den.
They went to discuss my fate amongst themselves as I did so. I brought Mother her plate and drink first. It was then they informed me that if I wanted to be a girl I would have to live as one full time from then on and they were going to make me a girl in every way. I didn't know exactly what they meant by that, but I knew I would find out as we ate lunch. I quickly got my father's lunch and then my own and as we ate, they explained more fully about my punishment. They told me that I would move into my sister's room and wear her clothes. My room was to be locked and they would have the only keys to block off access to any male clothing and atmosphere. I was also informed that since I seemed to be dressed as a slut, I was going to have to pay the consequences by learning to satisfy men sexually. My father was going to be the man and Mother was going to give me instructions as I learned to suck cock and be fucked like a woman. They told me they had done the same for my sister and as a female in this family I would be treated no differently. I was also told that I would be taken to a gynecologist to be placed on birth control pills and evaluated for hormone treatment to develop real breasts and reduce male tendencies. My birthday party would be my coming out party as well. I would be introduced to family and friends as Donna Jean. Father informed me that he could arrange for all my records to be changed and my identifications to be altered to reflect my new name and gender.
I couldn't believe they were talking to me this way. I knew they would punish me and lecture me, but I didn't think they would make me stay as a girl permanently. I was informed that since I had been dressing for ten years and had not shown any desire to stop or any interest in dating girls that it was only proper to accept me as a daughter and not a son. It was true. I was nineteen years old and had gone on only five dates. All five dates were with boys as a girl when I double dated with Sheila. I had not dated any girls. I did not even go to my junior or senior prom because I did not ask anyone for a date. I was too scared. I had also fantasized on the days that I was dressed as a girl that I would get asked by one of the other boys to be their date for the prom. I even tried on my sister's prom dress and pretended to have a date. My sister had asked me if I wanted her to arrange a date for me to the prom. I said no, but secretly I had wanted her to do it. Now, I had to face the reality of my feelings and endure the consequences of my situation. I cleaned up the dishes and then reported to mother in her bedroom as requested. I was about to made into a woman sexually. Father had already removed his clothes. I had never seen him naked before. I looked at him and at my mother as I surrendered to this ritual of theirs to become a woman. I stared at my father and admired his muscular tone and development. He was the picture of masculinity. I had developed more with the softness of my mother and sister and my penis was not even close in size to his. When mine was fully erect, it was only a third of the size that his was flaccid. The thought of this difference made me think that perhaps I was never made to be a man and that only now was I taking my true place in life. Mother had me drop to my knees and kiss his penis. She told me to treat it like a large lollipop.
I began to lick it and caress it. I had thought that the taste would be disgusting and prepared myself for the worst. I was pleased to find that it was not as bad as I thought. It was quite salty, and yet there was a sweetness to it. It was not disgusting at all. It was pleasurable. This made me attack with even more desire as I tried to drain it of its fluids. I overcame my fears and allowed my lips to slip over its head and onto it's shaft. My tongue continued to circle it as I slowly brought my head closer to his stomach and balls. Half way down I felt the gag reflex kick in as it reached the back of my mouth. I backed off instinctively. Mother whispered instructions into my ear for methods of relaxing my throat to receive more of him. I was enjoying the taste of his fluids and I did not want to stop. I did as she instructed and made several more attempts to take all of him. As I bobbed up and down on his cock, I could feel his blood vessels swell and he grew larger and rock solid. I was determined to bring him pleasure and to succeed as a cock sucker. Mother continued to give me instruction and encouragement as I engulfed his cock into my mouth. I soon was able to take it deep into my throat and now I was bobbing up and down kissing his balls on each downward thrust. My father was releasing sigh after sigh as I continued my efforts to make him ejaculate. I felt a great sense of accomplishment as I knew that I was giving him so much pleasure as a girl. I could feel his whole body tense up and as I reached the base of his cock his hands reached out and held my head in place as he exploded into my throat. I gagged for a moment and then began to swallow as fast as I could as spurt after spurt came into my throat. The cream seemed thicker and gooier and even more tastier than what I had tasted before. When his spasms subsided I licked him clean of all his cum and then he pulled my panties and pantyhose down and pushed me back onto the bed.
His cock was still as hard as a rock as he raised my skirt and legs and probed my asshole with it. He did not lubricate it with anything other than my own saliva before shoving it into my asshole. The pain was so unbearable that I screamed as he entered me. I thought for sure that he was ripping me apart and I would have to go to the hospital for stitches. Mother told me to relax and move with it. He began going deeper and deeper until he had no more to insert. I felt his balls slap against my backside. Then he puled it out again. The sharp pains I felt caused me to continue screaming. He was relentless and began working it in and out slowly increasing his pace. In a few minutes though it seemed like hours the pain subsided and the penetration felt pleasurable. I stopped screaming about how much it hurt and began telling him to fuck me deeper and harder.
He was glad to oblige. I could not believe how much pleasure I felt as he drove his cock into my bowels and slid it out again. He fucked me for almost an hour before I felt him tense and shoot a second load of cum into my ass this time. My whole body shuddered with him as I felt his release and felt his hot fluid filling my insides. He collapsed on top of me with his cock still inside. We lay there until he became soft and slipped out of my asshole. The seminal fluid began to ooze down my leg. I was in ecstasy as we lay on the bed together and he held me in his arms. I had never felt so loved. I slid down the bed and came face to face with his cock. I took my tongue, licking it clean and then into my mouth and was pleased when it began to get hard for a third time. Father turned to mother and said, "She was dressed like a slut because she is one. She can't seem to get enough cock in her. She is truly becoming a woman."
Once he was hard, he immediately put it back into my ass and fucked me even harder than the first time. It took him a bit longer to climax and I enjoyed every inch of it. I cleaned him again with my tongue but he could not get hard a fourth time. Mother then decided that they should introduce me to her vibrator and strap-on dildo. She fucked me through two orgasms of my own and three for her. I was then sent to the bathroom to clean myself up and get dressed in a pink chiffon party dress along with the appropriate makeup and accessories. As I was dressing, my father was installing a lock on my old room. I was now trapped as a girl and rather being able to dress only when I wanted to, I was now being forced to remain dressed as a girl permanently. Mother came into Sheila's room carrying a box and said she thought I could use its contents for now instead of stuffing my bra cups with tissues. The box contained a lifelike pair of breast forms and a special adhesive to attach them to my body. They were filled with some type of gel to give them a realistic weight and bounce. I was very much aware of them with every movement I made. I could feel them tugging at my own chest and was amazed at how I could feel even the sensation of them touching against the bra. Mother informed me they were enhanced electronically to send out minute pulses with each touch to stimulate my own body in the same degree they were being stimulated. She demonstrated how if she were to pinch the nipples of the breast forms that my own nipples would feel the same pinch through electronic sensors. She told me that I would have to wear them until I developed breasts of my own. She also told me that she had them for a Halloween costume to give her large enough breasts to portray Marilyn Monroe one year. Once the breasts were in place I finished getting dressed and went off with them to Uncle Robert and Aunt Bonnie's house.
They were astounded by my appearance as a girl. They laughed as Father revealed the story to them of finding me dressed in the kitchen on their return. They were also told of my years of dressing in the past. My secret life was no longer a secret. They called Karen into the den to see me and to have her verify my tales of the past. She immediately got on the phone and called Sheila to tell her what my parents were doing to me. You could hear Sheila laughing in the background. They all conspired to make my birthday party a real big blast and coming out party. Karen volunteered to invite several boys and some other girls to come to the party. Aunt Bonnie volunteered to bake my cake. Mother said she would take me shopping for a new dress for the party. I was told that I would be going to Victoria's Secret to pick out some sexy underwear as well. Karen then said they should take me to a beauty parlor and have my hair permed and colored for the party also. I was dying of embarrassment and turning every shade of red there was. They asked why I had been dressed in a party dress. This is when I found out what they had in mind for the evening's activities. I was going to accompany them to a night club for some dancing later. they were going to take me there and watch the guys hit on me and see me dance a few dances then they were going home and leave me there to pick up a guy and get my own ride home. They explained how they had found me dressed as a whore and how they made me suck cock and fuck as a woman and how much I showed an enthusiasm for being with a man. They figured that having me in a dating situation was good for me. Uncle Robert asked if I could suck cock any good? Father informed him that he thought I was one of the best girls he had ever go down on him. He then had me kneel in front of Aunt Bonnie and beg her permission to suck Uncle Robert's cock. She said yes, but only if everyone got to watch me do it and she could film it with her camcorder. Next I had to ask Uncle Robert if he would be willing to let me suck his cock and have it video taped? He answered by dropping his pants to the floor. I waited on my knees staring at his cock while Aunt Bonnie got out the camera and a new tape. She made me go through some poses first and then had me drop to my knees and suck on Uncle Robert's cock.
He was not as big as my father. He was still much larger than mine. I put on the best show I could for them. I pursed my lips and let them slide over his cock and down his shaft. I could feel him get hard immediately. In only a few minutes, he was emptying his load in my throat and the camera was positioned to see it all. Uncle Robert collapsed to the couch from the ecstasy of his release. I was then told to put on more of a show for them and to come onto the camera as a seductress. They put on the song I Feel Pretty from the West Side Story Soundtrack Album on the stereo and had me dance to it. I then had to waltz with my father as they played Daddy's Little Girl. The third song they played was The Stripper to which I had to do a striptease for the camera stripping to my bra and panties. Karen followed this up by having me dress in the playboy bunny costume she wore at Halloween last year and wait on my father and Uncle Robert bringing them a beer and letting them pat my ass as I walked by them. She then told them about the fashion show that she and Sheila had made me go through the day they had dressed me up and everyone thought it would be a good conclusion to the tape to have me give a fashion show again. They decided that I would model special occasion clothing rather than everyday wear. I found myself dressed in several past Halloween costumes as well as a bridal gown, and a prom dress. The Halloween costumes included the playboy bunny, a witch, Cleopatra, Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, and Scarlet O'Hara. I was then put back in my pink chiffon party dress and told it was time to go to dinner and then to the night club.
Mother told me the rules of flirting and that if I had sex with a man it was okay. I was told that I had to find a ride home and that I was required to get a man to drop me off either tonight or in the morning if I wanted to spend the night with him. They found a table of their own and watched as I was hit upon and accepted dance offers. I tried to refuse at first, but knew they were serious about leaving me there. I knew that I was going to have to go through the motions if I wanted to get home. I danced with a few different guys, but found one guy that I felt comfortable talking with and dancing with and spent the rest of the night with him. I watched as my parents left without a word. I was now totally on my own and all I kept thinking was what if my true identity is discovered. Would I get beaten up? Tom and I continued having a fun evening together and he offered to give me a ride. I jumped at my opportunity. He opened the door for me and then got in the driver's side. He quickly leaned over and gave me a kiss. A shock wave hit me. I liked it, but knew that I would be in trouble if I admitted it. He asked me to go back to his place for the night. I wanted to say yes, but knew the truth had to be told and hope that he would at least still drive me home. I told him my true identity and explained the circumstances of my being there. He handled it quite calmly. He explained that he had no idea I was a guy, but that he did not have a problem with it considering how pretty I was as a girl. He then shocked me by admitting that he was bisexual and that I was actually the fulfillment of a dream for him. he had always wanted to be with a big titted girl with a cock between her legs. It was of no difference to him how small my cock was as I was going to be the girl in the relationship. He again asked if I would come back to his place and spend the night and some of the next day with him. I said yes. I liked being with him. I felt comfortable and safe. He was easy to talk to and he seemed to understand what I was going through. He made me feel wanted instead of used. We drove to his apartment and he fixed us each a drink. we sat on the couch getting to know each other. He was four years older than me and worked as an electronic technician. He told me that he had once dressed as a cheerleader on a dare for Halloween, but that was the only time he had dressed as a girl. He admitted that he liked the softness of the clothes but not the illusion of femininity. He further said that he could still enjoy the softness of the clothes as he held the women close to him as well as liking the way it looked on them more than on him. He admitted to having an experimental encounter with one of his male cousins which he also enjoyed, but never repeated until now. He was glad that I made such a beautiful woman that he did not have to think of this as a homosexual encounter. I told him of my life and how I loved being a girl. I also told him that my first sexual encounters of any kind had taken place earlier that day. He simply took me into his arms and drew me close as he kissed me with increasing passion.
I instinctively began to unbutton his shirt and to undress him. As I undid his pants I sank to my knees pulling them down to release his cock. He was as big as my father and it felt wonderful to be his woman. I sucked him until he became hard. We then retreated to his bedroom where I shed my clothes and joined him on his bed. The night was long, and sleep was scarce. He came in me six times. I wanted more. I could not get enough of him. We continued making love in the morning when we awoke. I was never happier. Tom asked me to go out to a movie with him that night. I didn't hesitate to say yes. We both knew we were going to be spending a bit of time together. He drove me home. I invited him in and introduced him to my parents. They liked him too. We have been dating now for almost three months. He was my date at my birthday party and gave me a gold necklace with a broken heart pendant. He also liked the new hairdo I received and said I looked better as a blonde. I have remained one since just for him. Mother has told him that she has arranged for me to become a real woman through surgery in another month and he has indicated that when I have a vagina he will propose marriage. What a trip that would be! I'll write again as more develops.
Donna Jean Cameron