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TV OR NOT TV?
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