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 Girly-boy: Girly-boy: (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm, tv.
When a couple of trannies get together for the first time we often
exchange horny details about how we first learned the pleasures of cross
dressing.  Often it's an older sister's lingerie, or mummy's knickers, but
my first experiments have quite a complicated context, and I have decided
to jot them down as an aide memoire and to make sure that these exchanges

of secrets is really sexy for both of us....

   I was brought up in a nuclear family....  mother, father, sister and me.
Paula was two years older than me and everything I was not: a girl, of
course, but also taller, stronger, much more popular than me, and with all
of her mother's blonde good looks.  I did not inherit either daddy's
muscular build or his black wavy hair.  I was slender, blonde, and with an
almost feminine face: you could see I was my mother's son!

   Dad loved Paula much more than me, always cuddling her: mother never
cuddled me, and I did not expect daddy to...that would not seem right.

   Paula went to a girl's school quite a bus-ride from our flat (she had
won a scholarship at eleven), but my comprehensive school was a five minute
walk away.  Often daddy drove Paula to school or picked her up, especially
if she stayed on the netball or athletics training, or the chess club....
yes she was fit, clever and an alpha type.

   I was very much beta!  I have an August birthday, which meant that
through all my school-days I was the youngest in the class, and some of the
others were nearly a year older than me....  a lot when you are twelve!  So
I developed late, and this along with my slender frame...  a weak little
chap really....no good at any sports, and especially my "girly" legs and
small hands and feet meant I was teased a lot by the boys...  and I'm
ashamed to say bullied by some of the bolder girls.  This was not helped by
my almost feminine face, and my lovely blonde hair which I wore in a
pony-tail (this was the early seventies when most boys had long hair, and
pony tails were not at all rare, even shoulder-length locks were ok!)

   But I was way too pretty with my moon-face and blue eyes: other boys
(and girls) might have zits but my complexion was always flawless: I tanned
easily and perfectly!

   I hated school, and promised myself that as soon as I was sixteen I'd be
off, whatever mother said!



   Mother and father fought a lot: I knew daddy was unhappy in his
marriage, and mother just seemed generally withdrawn from the family,
unhappy despite her very good job (she was CEO of a small engineering
company, an unusually good position for a woman not yet forty!) I used to
shut myself in my room with my headphones on when they shouted at each
other....  actually mother did most of the shouting.  Paula went missing
too!

   Daddy was very close to his daughter...  I expect that's normal, as was
her open flirting with him.  But the day it all came to a head was the last
day of term before the summer holidays.  I was home first, of course, and
was in my room, when Paula came in.  I went downstairs and they were curled
up on the settee watching a cartoon, laughing together and very happy. 
Paula looked pretty in her school uniform....black blazer and skirt, bare
legs and white cotton socks, a white cotton shirt.  As he cuddled her he
had his hand over the swell of one breast.  I had never touched a girl's
breast, but often thought about it as I masturbated, but it was no surprise
to see his hand parked there.  It often was....  or on her athletic little
butt.

   Mother walked in, early from work this Friday...  and exploded in rage.

   Bad day at the office, I expect, and the sight of her nubile daughter
being fondled almost sexually by her man made her explode in rage.

   I fled to my room, but this time listened as it seemed different from
the usual.  Among her shouts there was the sound of breaking china or
glass, and the scrambled words seemed to be suggesting that daddy's
interest in his daughter was sexual.  I did not believe this....  but had
to admit I sometimes wondered....

   Anyway, it got louder and louder, and I could hear Paula crying.  Then
the slamming of the marital bedroom door, then silence.  Five minutes and
the front door slammed.  Then silence.

   I crept downstairs and daddy was sitting on the sofa, eyes vacant while
the inane cartoon rattled on, white as the proverbial sheet.  He turned and
saw me standing at the door.  "She's gone.  She's taken Paula with her. 
They won't come back."

   It was the first time I had seen the terrible sight of a grown man
crying as tears rolled down both cheeks.  I did not know what to do, so I
left and shut the door quietly behind me.

   Daddy was a changed man.  More inward than ever.  Yes, he almost
mechanically did the things a father should do when a single-dad, but I
knew he missed her dreadfully....  Paula, not mother!  We were no closer
than before: if anything he was even more remote.

   I thought about asking him whether he would get father's visiting rights
from a court somewhere, but in the event I kept my mouth shut.  It was
possible he had been loving Paula sexually.,..  as my mother had shouted in
her anger....  and if so then he would just have to accept his lot or worse
might happen.  I certainly did NOT want to know if he had been enjoying her
fourteen-year-old's lovely body!



   Mother had packed a suitcase...  just one...  with treasured items and
left the rest.  Paula had it seemed taken nothing except the school uniform
she was wearing, her black school shoes, and the old thread-bare teddy-bear
she slept with and had done since a baby.  After a month daddy cleared
everything of mother's into dustbin-bags and took it all down to the Heart
Foundation shop, where they were happy, they told me later, with the very
good and desirable labels on the clothes.  I was not surprised....  she had
her own income and we we are a rich family!

   Daddy left Paula's room untouched, and I think he could not bear even to
go into it...

   So I decided to at least tidy it up: everything was as she had left it
before going to school that last day four weeks earlier.  The bed was
unmade and there were clothes strewn about.  Her dressing table was a
jumble of pots and phials etc.  I hung up the clothes...  her after-school
stuff...  and tidied the dressing table.  There was some dust, so I dusted
surfaces and quickly hoovered the carpet.  I stripped the bed, and bundled
the sheets into the washing machine along with what I assumed was
yesterday's knickers.

   I had put the spin-drier on so all I then had to do was iron the sheets
and put them away in the airing cupboard.  The knickers I took up to her
room to add to those in her knicker-drawer.

   I expect any reader who is tv, or who has experimented with lingerie as
so many men have (believe me....  I know that for a fact!), I expect any
such can remember the first time they wore knickers, sister's, mother's,
aunties, whatever, satin, cotton, silk, whatever!  Well these were soft. 
white cotton with a red rose on the front, printed, not embroidered.  So
they were very simple and plain, and obviously for school wear, not when
out on a date or weekends!  Those were nylon or satin and in a jumble in
her drawer!

   I wondered what it would be like...

   Why not?

   Because it's a girly thing to do, like the big boys said I was.

   Well, I wanted to.  So what if its "girly"?  It's my life and nothing to
do with them.

   I dropped my shorts, and then my white y-fronts.  My cock had stiffened
at the prospect, and I remember my heart beating, a pulse thumping in my
temples as I held the panties in front of me and stepped in, left foot,
right foot.  Now, watching in the tilted dressing table mirror, I slid them
slowly over my thighs till they trapped my cock and my still-hairless
balls. My cock made a little tent, and I could see a grey-dark mark where I
had leaked onto them: I would have to wash them again!

   I felt my buttocks with both hands and my cock twitched as I posed in
front of the mirror.  One hand on my bum, one down the front of the
knickers....  I just had to....  I jerked off and with just a couple of
strokes I came, my biggest and best ever, and more cum than ever before
soaking them.

   I was suddenly ashamed, and promised myself "never again" as I tore the
offending girly-panties down and took them to the kitchen to wash them in
the sink there.  I dried them in the corner of the airing cupboard, hidden.




   Dad did not improve: he was really unhappy and I knew there was nothing
I could do to help him.  He would have to work through it himself.

   As for me, I dreamed about those knickers, and sometimes looked in
Paula's wardrobe, opened her knickers drawer and the other one that had
stockings, tights, bras and even some suspender belts.  She was very
grown-up for fourteen I thought.

   Of course, any transvestites reading this will know that my resolution
was soon broken and I often looked at myself in the mirror, posing in satin
panties!  I even kept a couple under my pillow to sleep in....

   By mid August this seemed totally natural, inevitable, and answering to
the "real me".  One afternoon I went the whole way and put on her best
lingerie...  a delicate lacy A-cup bra and matching suspender belt and
high-cut panties.  I opened a new envelope of tan stockings, and nearly
came as I felt the nylon on my legs, fastened the clasps and looked at
myself in the mirror, taking up cheese-cake poses.  I sat on the stool and
let my hair down, brushing it till it shone.  With my girly face and
complexion, my blue eyes and full lips I did not need make-up to look like
a very beautiful girl....  except for the bulge at the front of the pastel
blue knickers!

   Her Saturday best...  for going the the Shopping Centre with girl
friends, or the park with boys...  was a typical teenage pleated skirt,
only mid-thigh length, and a cropped pink top which my lightly padded bra
just filled enough to suggest teenage tits beneath.  My belly-button was as
pretty and my belly itself as sexy as any girl's I thought.  Paula had some
not-quite-high-heeled shoes, white with thin straps.  They were a bit large
for me, but they certainly feminised my ankles to match my already girly
legs.  They were not so high as to be difficult to walk in.

   I liked what I saw.  A dazzlingly lovely teenage girl looked back at me
out of the mirror, smiling sexily!

   Daddy would not be back for a couple of hours so I could prepare the
dinner dressed in what felt so right....  better than any boy's clothes,
more "me".  And so horny!



   I expect my tranny readers will also remember the first time they were
caught and outed....  mother, father, brother, sister, neighbour, postman,
whoever!

   That afternoon, of all days, daddy came home early.

   I had not heard him as the radio was on in the kitchen and the first I
knew was his voice....

   "Paula!  You're back.  Oh!  My little darling!"

   In horror I turned round and stammered...

   "I'm so sorry, daddy.  I was only playing around.  I'll never do it
again."

   But daddy was gone.  Gone to his room.  I undressed.  Hung everything
up, put away the stockings and lingerie and promised myself that I never
would again.  So shaming!  And I meant it, really meant it!

   Daddy came when I called out that dinner was ready and did not mention
it.  I certainly did not either!

   So the incident if not forgotten was ignored for a week.  I was unhappy,
daddy was even more remote and unhappy.  I was nearly thirteen and my life
felt ruined.



   It was about a week later I was with daddy in the shopping centre... 
not the big one Paula might go to sometimes, but a smaller local one.  We
had bought some stuff from the delli which the supermarket could not
deliver and while daddy nipped into the betting shop I stared at the
boutique window opposite.  Daddy would not be long...  most Saturdays in
the football season he bet on a game somewhere.  Pride of place was a silk
dress, cut so one shoulder was bare and hugging the slender figure of the
blonde manequin.  I was entranced: it looked so lovely and the pastel blue
silk would so match my eyes and show off my blonde hair.  It was ankle
length, but slit so the manequin's strappy sandals and long, stockinged
legs gave just a tempting glimpse.  I lusted after it.

   But was brought back to the real world by daddy's hand on my shoulder. I
was astounded: daddy never touched me, and certainly had been even more
remote since he lost his lovely Paula.

   It was fleeting, a second at the most, and then it was back to normal.

   I had been utterly miserable all week, and daddy even more so, and the
flat was a dismal place for another few days.

   My birthday is August 29th.  and my thirteenth birthday is fixed in my
mind as the day my life took the direction it still follows.

   I got up as usual at about seven to get daddy's breakfast.  He was
already up, dressed, shaved and perfectly groomed, but with his weekend
clothes, not his business suit.

   "Happy birthday".

   The white cardboard box had a pink ribbon and a heart-shaped tag with
just xxx on it.

   I opened it.  Yes, you've guessed.  Folded in fine tissue was that
dress. My heart almost stopped as the silk ran through my fingers
threatening to fall to the floor.

   "I saw you looking at it so long.  If I'm wrong we can take it back. 
That would be ok."

   But I was holding it against myself.

   "Daddy.  It's lovely, so beautiful."

   "Like you, Carl."

   "If I wear it you'll have to call me Carol, daddy!"

   How did I dare to say that?  But it seemed so right!

   "I'd love you to be Carol for me!  We've both been so miserable, and it
is a joy to see you happy.  You make me feel happy.  There's these too."

   More little parcels....  lingerie sets, a basque, a waspie, two pairs of
high heeled shoes...  silver, black.  And.  Big and!  A pair of little
silicon breast-forms with pert little pink nipples.

   "There's some fixative for the breasts, Carol."

   "Can I go and dress up, daddy.  I'm so excited."

   "Me too.  I can't wait to see you again."



   I made him wait, bathing in bubbles of bath salts, washing my hair,
drying it with Paula's hair dryer....  mine now!  I had used her leg-wax on
my arms, legs and around my cock and balls the day I had been caught so I
was very smooth.  More teasing from the boys next term I suppose, but now
it was obvious I did not care perhaps they would just ignore me...  or
pretend to.  I expect several actually fancied me even before I waxed
myself....  hard-ons in the showers a give-away!  Would be interesting to
find out.  But for the moment I just rubbed in some of her body lotion,
pursed my lips and pencilled in the shape before filling in with her "no
smudge" lipstick.  My complexion is so good that I knew I did not need
make-up, but I could not resist varnishing my nails....  matching my
lipstick.  And then, why not?  my toe-nails too.

   I could have worn the dress, but was aware I still had to cook
breakfast, and was not willing to risk splashing oil on the lovely silk. 
Anyway, I guessed he would probably be even more happy if I was his "Paula"
for the day, like when he had caught me a few days before!

   So I laid those clothes out on the bed: the pastel blue lingerie set,
the tan stockings, the pleated tartan mini-skirt so typically teenage girl
that year, and the cropped pink top with its suggestively bare mid-riff. 
The same shoes, even though they were nowhere near as sexy as my birthday
present.  The idea was to be "Paula" for him for breakfast....  and into
the afternoon hopefully.  Perhaps he would want to cuddle me.  Perhaps I
would find out whether they had done more than cuddle.  My heart beat as I
put on the suspender belt and then luxuriating stroked my stockinged
legs... Jeez!  I looked good!  Tasty little girl already.

   The instructions with the falsies suggested it was best to fit the
silicon forms inside the bra, and only then apply the adhesive and press
onto your chest.  I did that, fastening the clasp behind me and looking in
the mirror.  Wonderful transformation....  so sexy.  I stood side on and
admired my profile.  Now those high-cut pastel blue knickers, bulging with
my hard little cock.  The skirt was velcro-fixed...  easy, and my new tits
really filled out the pink top.

   I was Paula...  no doubt.  Same build and height, same cute little butt
and perky tits, same long, slender legs, same shoulder-length blonde hair,
same clear complexion and oval face, same blue eyes.  There was a slight
bulge at the front of my skirt, but I stood in front of the mirror and
looked from all angles and decided it was not really noticeable.  I tied my
hair into the pony tail using the blue ribbon Paula so often wore.

   I would do!

   Daddy was watching cricket sat on the sofa.  He turned round when he
sensed me standing in the doorway, jumped up and just one word.  "Paula".
Then.  "You made my heart leap, nearly stop, so like Paula...."

   "Carol, daddy.  And I want to be like Paula for you any way you want,
anything you want I'll be your Paula....  I'll wear your dress tonight, but
I need to cook us something and didn't want to splash the lovely silk. 
Late for breakfast.  A brunch.  What do you want, daddy?"

   He answered by opening his arms, and when I closed with him, hugging me
as I had seen him hug Paula sometimes.  I squirmed against him, aware that
my cock was stiff, and suspecting his was stiff against me too.  I felt his
hand on my bum pulling me in as he bent his head to kiss me, and I let his
tongue enter my mouth, so willingly.  My daddy loved me, wanted me: my
heart raced and there was a tightness in my chest.  I would be a girly for
him, his own special girly-boy.

   I giggled.

   "I mean, apart from kissing me and squeezing my bum, what do you
want.... to eat, I mean."

   "You're good enough to eat, Carol, a tasty little treat for a
red-blooded man."

   I giggled some more....  these clothes and the lipstick, the scent of
the body lotion was actually making me feel feminine, act girlish...  "Eat
me if you must daddy, but let me eat you too!  You're so tasty for a horny
little girl like me."

   So we groped each other and kissed, and joked, and whispered for long
minutes until he said he wanted to take me out for a brunch in town.

   "Let's have a coffee and toast now, and then walk through the park to
get a burger and stuff."

   "We can't daddy.  What will people think?  They'll know I'm a boy
dressed as a girl..."

   "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, Carol?  You are prettier,
more feminine than any girl I've seen in this town..."

   'Since Paula left', I thought but did not say.



   And he was right.  We walked through the park enjoying the sun, watching
the ducks, me basking in the admiring glances, stares even of the old men
on park benches, and a couple of whistles from muscled young guys in denim
overalls.  I held daddy's hand as we strolled and cheekily flounced my mini
skirt when guys stared at me, giving them a glimpse of my stocking tops and
even my blue satin knickers if they were lucky.  If I walked putting one
foot in front of the other my bum wiggled nicely: that would make a few
mickeys stand.  It was good to be a girl!

   McDonalds was already busy but there was a place over by the windows
where we could sit on the leatherette bench facing the restaurant.  My
confidence grew and was complete when three boys actually from my class
came in.  They stared at me as they stood by the counter, but it was clear
all they saw was a stunningly pretty girl, not that wimp Carl Jeffers!  I
could tell they were talking about me, boasting what they would like to do
to me.  I gave them a cold, dismissive look but that did not stop Ben
Perkin getting a hard-on for me.  I guess it was that which totally
convinced me I could "pass"....  with honours!

   We ate our burgers, but made the cokes last a bit.  Daddy was chattering
away, happier than I had ever seen him, and I mean ever!  Then he put his
hand on my knee, out of sight under the table.  I smiled at him as I felt
it slide up my thigh to my stocking top, and then onto my flesh above.

   "Stockings, Not tights!  I like that, Carol."

   "I'll always wear stockings then, daddy and never tights."

   His hand reached my knickers and I felt him briefly hold my cocklet.

   "I'm like that, too.  Let's go home now...."

   I reached under the table and quickly groped him.  Yes, his cock was
stiff like mine.  It felt huge.  I now knew what had been going on between
him and Paula, and why he was so upset when she left.  Probably why mother
walked out as well....  good riddance to them.  If daddy wanted to play
with me I had just shown him it was all right as far as I was concerned.  I
knew what a man could do with another male and had seen it on the internet
many times: well all that was ok by me.  More than OK: I found I wanted it,
all of it.

   We walked back home through the park faster than we before!  I had my
arm through his like a proper girl with her man and felt so good.....



   While daddy went to the bathroom I quickly got him a beer from the
fridge and put the cricket on.  I knew my daddy and was sure the three
things would be paradise for him....  a cold beer on a hot day, England
doing well at Lords, and a pretty little girl ready and willing for him.

   I wasn't far wrong....got it in the right order.  Half the beer in a
gulp, check the score, and then his arms around me and his mouth on mine.

   Are all men as passionate as this I wondered?  Or is it just the first
time with a new girl?  Or any time with an under-age girl?  Or any time
with a daughter?  Or was it because I was sort of half and half, boy-girl?
Whatever, his tongue was into my mouth and he hugged me almost too fiercely
as he pulled me over on top of him on the sofa, his hands, both of them, up
my skirt and stroking, pressing me through my satin panties.  My cocklet
had been hard since we sat down in McDonalds, but now I knew it was like
steel, and I could feel his all lumpy under me.  I forced my tongue into
his open mouth and we lay like that for a long time, him feeling my bum, me
feeling his biceps and shoulders...  enjoying the muscled strength there. I
felt all soft and feminine to his rocky masculinity....  heaven!

   Then he lifted me and plonked me down beside him.  This was so he could
get his hand up my skirt.  So we kissed again, but now he was stroking my
thigh like he had in the restaurant.  His other hand was on my breast and
he was squeezing there, although we both knew it was a silicon falsie!  I
expect it reminded him of Paula...  which depressed me a bit.  I promised
myself one day I would have real tits, and I think that was the moment my
ambition to live my life completely as a woman was fixed (the decision earn
my living by using my feminine body, cabaret and escort girl came later!)

   I perked up a bit when that exploring hand reached the naked flesh above
my stocking tops, and even more when at the same time as his fingers
grasped my cock through the satin his tongue forced its way into my mouth
again.

   He broke away from me, and was kneeling in front of me as if worshipping
at the altar....  but the altar was my stockinged thighs, and my stiff
little cock, He had a hand on each leg, holding them apart and his face
nuzzled my crotch.  All men, I now know, are lovers of silks and satins,
some to the extent of slipping into them discreetly when the opportunity
offers, but all of them enjoying a soft smooth body enhanced by sexy
lingerie!  He was mouthing my cock through my knickers, and I lay back
luxuriating in the attention.

   Then I felt his hands up by my panties' waistband so I raised my bum for
him to start to pull them down: he closed my legs together and I felt the
satin slide down over my thighs and then he hooked them off over my shoes
before opening my legs again.

   "Lovely!  So lovely.  So pretty and smooth for daddy!  A pretty cock
just inviting daddy's kiss..."

   I felt the kiss on the tip of my knob and then his tongue in the eye.  I
expect there was a droplet of clear juice there for him to taste as I was
really very excited.  He must have liked that as better was to come, of
course: I felt the warmth and wetness of his mouth around my knob, and then
the sensation of my cock sliding between lips that were sucking on it. 
This was new....  and the best cock-feeling ever for a young boy, girly-boy
to be more exact....
His head was under my skirt but I pulled the hem up so I could see it as
it bobbed up and down transmitting incredibly new sensations to my cock,
and I knew he was not only sucking but was fluttering his tongue up and
down the front of the shaft where it is most sensitive.  His hands were
gripping my thighs just at the stocking tops and it would have been painful
perhaps if the pleasure in my cock had not been so over-whelming.  I
grasped his head between my hands, the hair slipping though my fingers as

his head moved up and down.

   A sudden panic!  I was going to cum and I was too far gone to stop it.
He would not want it in his mouth.  I tried to pull away.

   "I'm coming, daddy!  I can't stop it.  Oh fuck, I'm gonna....  it's
coming.  Aaaah!"

   I really did try to pull away but daddy just held my hips so I could not
and went even faster at my cocklet, getting it deeper and deeper into his
mouth.  I came with it fully in and imagined my squirt hitting his palate
or his throat.  But he did not stop, or gag, and must have swallowed before
my second and third squirts.  I don't think I had ever managed a second,
let alone a third up to then and perhaps that was the moment the boy became
a man....  a little one I know, and a rather feminine one.  Perhaps the
word "adult" would be better than "Man", though none of them really apply
to a lad on his thirteenth birthday, a day celebrated shaven, perfumed, and
in teenage girly clothes!  I felt grown-up.  And feminine.  And proud!

   Daddy sucked my cock a bit more, and it in fact stayed fairly stiff:
finally I suppose it stopped twitching and oozing, and he let it drop from
his lips, to kiss my inside thighs and then my pelvic bone instead.

   "I've never done that before, Carol.  Wish I had, and I'm certainly
going to do it again."

   "It was lovely, daddy," I giggled.  "And I've never done it at all. 
It's my turn now."

   I put my hands under his armpits and pushed upwards.  Of course there
was no way I could lift him, but I got him to stand in front of me so when
I sat up my face was level with the bulge in his trousers....  My arms
around him I felt his bum, so strong feeling and so sexy even through his
clothes.  I pulled him towards me and leaned forward so I could nuzzle that
bulge.  I felt his hands in my hair holding my head between them.

   "My turn now." I looked up at him and I'm sure he could see the
excitement in my eyes as he smiled down at me.

   The zip was easy to pull down and I reached inside.  I could see he was
wearing the blue striped cotton boxers I knew from doing his laundry.  They
had an opening at the front I also knew and I slipped my hand inside to
find the hot, silky skin of his rock-hard cock.  I pulled it through the
gap and then out through his flies, holding it in my hand, which seemed so
small and white compared with this amazing truncheon.

   I held it close to my face and stared at it: I had seen erect adult
cocks on the internet of course, but this was the real thing.  I felt
inside with my other hand and cradled his balls, weighing them, feeling the
hairiness as I studied his cock.  The knob was so dark red as to be nearly
purple, and I knew enough to know that like me he had no fore-skin, was
'cut'.  I often sought out cock pictures on the net and knew that unlike
most that flared out very broad, daddy's was quite pointed and not so much
wider than his cock itself.  This was white but had blue veins like ivy up
an oak tree....  very handsome and sexy....  and sort of elegant too.  It
felt as if daddy kept his pubic hair short on his balls, and I reached
upwards to find it well-groomed above his cock too.  Daddy was always
careful with his appearance!

   I kissed the purple knob and a droplet of clear pre-cum appeared.  I
picked it up with my tongue and a thread stretched between my tongue and
that little eye before it snapped.  The liquid was tasteless but had a nice
feel, I thought.  Daddy sighed, and his hands tightened in my hair.  I
looked up into his eyes as I let his knob slide into my mouth.  He held my
head steady and pushed with his hips so the shaft of his cock slid in.  If
it had gone straight it would have hit my throat and made me gag, but it
went sideways into my cheek and the full length was in.

   Daddy swore.  I only ever heard him swear when we were having sex!

   "Fuck, that's good, Carol."

   I did not have to move my head at all (I remembered how daddy had bobbed
his head up and down when he sucked me off).  Daddy was fucking my face
while I had one hand feeling his balls and the other feeling his arse
muscles as he pushed in and out.  All the time my eyes never left his as I
looked up at him, the admiring little daughter with her hero-father!

   "Oh Sweet Jesus, I'm coming.  Oh fuck!  You're good, Carol...  Yeeeees!"

   That thrust ended with the first spurt of hot, bubbly cum splashing
against my palate and the inside of my cheek, filling my mouth and making
me swallow desperately; another huge thrust and another squirt and this
time I let it stay in my mouth so I could feel the slippery, silky texture.
One more, and then just gentle little in-and-outs till he stopped
altogether and I just softly tickled his cock with my tongue.

   I had swallowed every drop, and loved it as my first time.  Daddy's cum
is almost without taste, just a bit salty, but lovely and thick and
slippery in your mouth, so creamy as to be difficult to swallow, coating
the mouth on your palate and tongue for a long time after that squirt.  I
decided I would often do this for him!

   It was good for him too, and he told me so as he put his cock away and
sat beside me.



   WE sat there chatting, watching the cricket, daddy drinking beers as I
got them for him, me cokes.  Daddy looked at the football results at five,
and his bet had come up....  a good big win as he had correctly forecast
the actual score.  And England were piling up a big total at Lords so he
was doubly happy....  triply I guess to have a pretty girly boy to caress
from time to time.

   Finally...  "What should I do for dinner, daddy?  We've got some steaks,
and some nice haddock fillets."

   "I'll ring the Taj Mahal and get a take-away delivered.  That way you
can dress up in your new dress for me without worrying about spoiling it in
the kitchen.  The menu's in the kitchen table drawer.  Nip out and get it
and we'll choose."



   I laid my clothes out on my bed.  The silk dress, of course, but this
time the black lingerie set, and black fully fashioned nylon stockings.  I
took the bra, panties and suspender belt out of their tissue paper and
slipped my hand into the panties....  could see my fingers through the lacy
embroidery on the front panel....  cor!

   In the bathroom I decided just to wash my cock and bum, not shower as I
did not want to take my tits off, and certainly not wet them.  I was not
impressed by my tits without the bra....  not convincing at all naked.  One
day, I promised myself, I would have real tits like some of the lovely
trannies I had seen on the internet: I knew how they did it.  Hormones,
mostly, and some cosmetic surgery for the bigger ones.  I wanted small tits
in any case.  I reckoned half the excitement for daddy was that I was a
teenager!

   But I did use the shower with its head removed to clean inside my
bottom. I had learned how to do that from a story I had found using my
laptop...  you can learn a lot from those short stories.  (I also knew that
the first time could hurt a lot but that it got better even the first time,
and kept getting better the more you did it.  Yes!  I had decided I wanted
daddy to make me a proper woman by having anal sex with me: I was excited
by the prospect, but also a bit scared.  I knew about poppers too and
wished I could have some before.  But I would just have to be brave.  I was
sure daddy would want to fuck me if I gave him a hint.) In the bathroom,
after I had got rid of the water up my bum and the nasty bits with it, I
used some soap to stick two and then three fingers in....  didn't hurt so I
guessed I would be ok.

   So it was a dazzling young girl who went into the living room, where
daddy, too had changed....  into his black tie and dinner jacket for the
occasion.  He looked so handsome and distinguished my heart raced and there
was a tight feeling in my chest: I could hear the pulse in my temples as I
walked over on my high heels to where he stood with arms open and a sexy
smile.

   He had a half bottle of red wine, but I just drank water.  We did not
hurry the dinner, but both knew after dinner would be special.  There was a
sort of sexual tension in the air, but we sat opposite each other so there
was no fingering or groping.  That was saved for later....  Most of the
time was spent him telling me how pretty I was and how glad he was I had
"come out" to him, how lucky he was, and me telling him how much I loved
him, and how lucky I was to have such a strong and handsome daddy who
enjoyed loving me "properly like men do the girls they love," and how sexy
he was in his evening dress suit.

   I told him how glad I was that he had surprised me a few days earlier
because I would never have dared to tell him that I liked dressing in
girls' clothes.

   "Why?  Are you scared of your daddy?"

   "Not now".  I giggled.

   "Then I'm glad too I came home early."

   He helped me clear the table, and in the kitchen I hugged him, undid one
of the jewelled buttons on his dress shirt, felt inside to stroke that
lovely, hairy chest, and whispered, "I've never seen you naked daddy.  I
want to see how strong you are.  Can I undress you?"

   He laughed, but carried me back into the living room and stood there
while I slowly stripped him.  His bow-tie was really tied, not one of those
clip on things, and I had to be shown how the cummerbund undid, but the
rest was easy, and my excitement rose with every item of clothing I took
off and neatly folded until he stood there stark naked, hairy, muscular,
magnificent with his heavy balls and dangerous-looking stiff cock.  I
pressed myself against him, and the silk of my dress slipped on his
nakedness as we embraced and I wriggled.

   There is a biblical injunction against looking on your father's
nakedness, and I know why it is there.  I was very hot and randy, my little
cock tenting my lovely dress.  I wanted to give myself to him, wanted him
to take me.

   "We'll crease my lovely dress, daddy...."

   He laughed again, amused, I think at my eagerness, but he undid the
clasp and slid the zip down.

   "Better take it off then."

   It fell to my ankles, a pool of blue silk at my feet.

   "That suits you, Carol.  Lovely black lingerie.  So sexy."

   He picked me up and carried me so easily into his bedroom, laying me on
the double bed.

   "Carried over the threshold like a bride, daddy." I giggled.

   "My little bride, then!"

   My daddy has a bit of a lingerie fetish...  like most men...  and he
left my panties on me just pulling them down and anchoring them under my
little, white ball sack so my cocklet was clear of them.  Then kneeling
between my legs, his hands on my bottom he sucked me off.  I was so glad he
liked it enough the first time to want a repeat.  And again he swallowed
when I came.

   "Your turn now, Carol..." He expected me to suck him off.  I teased him.

   "No, daddy!"

   Surprise,and a look of guilt, almost despair.  I took pity on him.

   "No, daddy.  I want you to fuck me.  Fuck me properly like a real girl.
I've washed up there specially for you and want this in me."

   I grasped his cock, hot to the touch, silky but hard as steel inside. 
It was more than twice as long as mine, and I could not close my hand
around it.  From the internet I knew, however, that it was not giant-size,
but about average for a well built man.  So if other boys and men could
take cock in their bottoms, then so could I!

   "Are you sure, sweetie?  I'm very big and you're small.  It will hurt
first time, I think."

   "I know, daddy.  But they say it gets better after a bit, and gets
better every time you do it.  So I want to start.  Fuck me, daddy, please.
Pretty please...."

   Now he pulled my panties down and off, though he pressed them to his
cheek before he threw them to the foot of the bed.  He turned me over on my
belly and shoved two pillows under we so I was nearly bent double.  My head
was in the third pillow.  I felt two strong hands pull my buttocks apart,
and heard him murmur to himself, "So lovely.  So perfect.  Like a little
pink flower in white snow...."

   Poetic, daddy!

   Then the roughness of his stubble-chin against that "white snow" and the
feeling of his lips on my anus, kissing it wetly, Then his tongue licking
round and round, penetrating, tickling, out again, licking, in again
tickling.

   I loved the sensation, and thought how much my daddy must love me to
kiss me down there, though I knew some men did.  I nearly dozed off the
kissing and gentle stimulation of my anus was so relaxing, but then it
moved up a gear as he opened the bedside table drawer and took a bottle
out. It had some sort of pump-spray, and when he squirted into my bum
crease I realised it was oil to lubricate his cock as he fucked me.

   And daddy had it in his bedside cabinet: surely it's only use could be
anal sex....  who was it for, mother or Paula?  Or both?  Then as the scent
of lavender filled the air I realised it might just be for sensual massage.
Any way, I would never know and I certainly wasn't going to ask, to bring
up either name.  Never again!

   I felt his finger penetrate.  Then I guessed two fingers.  No pain!

   He turned me on my side and kissed my while he stuck his fingers in
again, and as his tongue entered my mouth, so he started to finger fuck my
arse.  And this was relaxing too!  Amazing!  This went on for a long time,
and I suppose he was relaxing my anus and reassuring me: a sensitive and
caring lover, my daddy.  I'm sure he enjoyed finger-fucking his girly-boy
son but it was nice of him not to just shove his cock up without foreplay.
He could have done, and that might have spoiled my life.  Suppose I had
hated it!  What a loss to me that would have been!

   As it is, when he turned me over on my belly, on the pillows again, I
was completely ready for him, still a bit scared, but mostly excited and
looking forward to daddy "taking me".  My cock was hard!

   I felt his cock resting in my bum crease, heard the squirt of oil, onto
his knob I supposed, felt the pressure of his knob on my anus, felt the
weight of his body his hands holding my arse-cheeks apart and then the
penetration.

   It hurt!  It bloody well hurt.

   But I had promised myself to be brave and just bit the pillow as I felt
the shaft slide past my anus till his full weight was on my bottom.

   "OK, sweetie?"

   "Mmmmmm." I did not trust myself to speak as it still hurt, like fire.
But as daddy started to fuck me, long, slow sweeps, then gradually the pain
passed, like all the fiction I had read said it would.  To be honest it
never really felt good (that took next time to learn), but at least it no
longer hurt, and I had the psychological pleasure of knowing my daddy was
loving it, and that this was the most feminine thing I could do for him. 
In the end, despite the satisfaction of hearing daddy's flattering
comments, feeling his caresses of my buttocks, and sometimes on my cock and
balls too I must admit I was getting a bit bored and wishing he would hurry
up.  There!  That's honesty for you!

   Then he reached under me and grabbed by cock and balls all in one hand
and used it to push and pull me onto him as he speeded up....  and I knew
he was close.

   "Now, daddy!  Now!  Fill me with hot juice.  Now!"

   And he did!  It took four crashing thrusts, his hips sounding as if I
was being spanked as they smashed into my buttocks, held steady by his
grasp of my cock!

   Then silence and stillness, except I could still feel his cock
twitching, until my anus expelled it.

   "That was lovely, daddy!" I lied!

   "I'm so glad, Carol.  I was frightened it might....."

   I interrupted him before he could say more, telling him he could do me
whenever and wherever he wanted.  I was up for it now!



   I put my black satin knickers on again partly because I might dribble
from my arse onto the sofa and have to clean it up later, but mostly
because I knew my daddy liked me in them.  We chatted.

   How did you know how to clean so well?  my cock is clean still."

   "I read a lot of porn stories on a couple of web-sites.  Watch a lot of
porn videos too, but its the stories that teach you the most."

   "I've never looked for fiction, but I often look at porn, especially
since they ran out on me.  What sort of videos do you like?"

   "All of them with lots of fucking and sucking."

   "Shall we watch one now.  What sort shall I get?"

   "One like us.  Big strong man and little transvestite doll.  I've been
looking for weeks now, and found plenty with TVs, but mostly very
grown-up."

   "I think I would have to pay for that....  not free to air!  But it's a
birthday treat, so let's look for some."

   He had a way of plugging his laptop into the television and he soon
found the sort of site we wanted.

   "This one is by the sea-side....  short films.  Looks good and streams
HD.  I'll buy into it."



   The first short was ok....  just cock-sucking and fucking a show-girl
sort of tv.  She had nice tits, and you could see she enjoyed the big black
guy shafting her!

   "I'm going to have tits, daddy, as soon as I'm old enough to leave
school.  I know how they do it: hormones...."

   The second was more like us.  It starts in a sea-side fairground, with a
teenage girl wandering around by herself.  She stops by a shooting gallery
place where you get prizes using a 22 rifle.  A strong looking middle-aged
man was trying his luck, and missing!  He looked sort of military despite
his civilian clothes.  He turns to the girl...

   "They bend the sights so the rifle doesn't shoot straight."

   "Can I try?"

   "Of course.  Have some shots on me."

   She missed badly.

   "Aim a bit up and to the right, And hold it like this."

   He steadied her with an arm round her shoulder....  and right over her
breast.  She was dressed almost like Carol earlier that day....  pleated
skirt and cropped to.  But her top was also plunging neckline and you could
see her small rounded tits, and more to the point his palm covering one. 
She smiled at him and pulled the trigger.  A bulls-eye!

   "I won!"

   They collected the tiny fluffy rabbit toy and wandered off hand-in-hand
chattering away.

   Cut to the lobby of hotel, grand place with statues and trees in the
atrium.  Still hand-in-hand to the lifts, and in the lifts military gent
kisses teeny, his hand up under her skirt fondling her bum.

   Cut now to bedroom: stylish antique furniture and huge bed with red
satin sheets.  Both laying on it fully clothed.  But not for long!

   Then him naked: muscled, fit, grey and black hairy chest, trimmed pubic
hair, big red balls, and long cock with flaring red knob.  She with just
her bra, and her slender body quite feminine and curvy, soft white skinned,
but a nice little cock and tight little ball-sack.  Despite the bra you
could see she had real breasts, lifted up by the cut of the brassiere.

   "I wish I had tits, daddy!"

   "I know.  And as soon as you leave school I promise we'll start you
growing them.  That's a promise.  She must be over sixteen, I guess, or run
away from school, perhaps.  Anyway, she's not as pretty as you, Carol.

   Apart from the fact she was nearer my age there was nothing else
special. He sucked her cock and then fucked her....  my cock was stiff and
so was daddy's.

   The next short started on the beach.  A guy in speedos...  quite young I
thought.  Twenty, perhaps, and very good looking, fit with nice six-pack
and pecs.  She had a white bikini and was very tasty with a golden tan, and
dark hair tied in a pony-tail.

   She undid her bra (tied with a bow) and lay on her belly while he rubbed
lotion into her back.  He whispered in her ear, and the camera picked up
the words...

   "Fuck, you make me horny Samantha.  I want to fuck you now."

   "Me too."

   They gather up their towels and a small bag and go up the beach to a
beach-hut.  Inside, door shut, naked light bulb, kissing standing up.  He
pulls her bikini bottom down....  she has a cock about thh same size as
mine.  Stiff.  He takes off speedos.  Cock stiff.  Long and broad!  She
undoes bra.  Nice tits almost as tanned as her body, not quite.  She bends
over the table.  Butter in a dish smeared on her anus as lubricant.  They
fuck.

   "We should go to the beach tomorrow, Carol.  Is that gold satin bikini
still there?"

   "It is, But it would be no good."

   "Too big?"

   "No, just right.  I tried it on and it fits perfect, But every time I
put it on I get stiff and you can see the shape of my cock through it."

   "I get the same problem with my speedos."

   He laughed.

   "We'll just have to suck and fuck till we are both empty before we go.
And then if we still get hard-ons, get dressed and come home to fuck again.
No beach-hut!  Pity!"

   The last film we watched had no real beginning or end, just sex, and
some of it wild.  It starts with this Spanish-looking girl gagged with what
I now know was a ball-gag, but then wondered at it.  She was in her
underwear still, a lingerie fetish delight in her high heels and stockings,
her breasts in a lacy black bra stretched upwards as she was suspended from
a hook in the ceiling, stretched between her wrists and those killer heels.
A strong-looking guy, huge biceps and tree-trunk thighs, was whipping her
with a many-thonged lash.  It looked as if it was play more than the real
thing, and the leather thongs were quite soft.  Whatever, she was enjoying
it as you could see the bulge in her black knickers.  Despite her feminine
face, shoulder-length glossy black hair, nice tits, good legs and
altogether good figure she was a transvestite, had a cock, and was stiff.

   The guy undid her hands and laid her on the bed, her legs hanging down
over the edge.  He pulled her panties off and greased his cock.  Then, as
she lay on the bed, he put her legs over his shoulders, shuffled closer,
and stuck his cock up her arse.  As he fucked her she played with her cock,
rubbing, fondling, and finally jerking it off till a streamer of white cum
splatted up over her belly, bra, and onto her face.  Another spurt, and the
guy was coming too.

   "She liked being tied up and beaten, daddy."

   "I don't think it was for real, Carol.  Just a game people play."

   "I'd like to play it with you, daddy."

   He thought about that for a moment, cock rock-hard, now leaking pre-cum.
Really aroused!

   "I'll get us some toys then handcuffs and a whip like that and we'll try
it out.  I was on the tube last week in London and in the carriage there
were two girls reading Fifty Shades of Grey...  one beside me, the other
opposite.  That's a book about tying girls up and spanking them, whipping
them.  Seems everyone's at it now, so why not us?"

   "And I reckon I could cum if you did me like that, daddy.  I mean on my
back so I can wank my cock."

   "Let's try, then.  We're both hard.  Spanking after I've been to that
shop on Carver Street and got handcuffs and so on.  Fucking today."



   He picked me up easily, and it was back to the bed where he laid me down
so my legs were hanging down over the edge.  He pulled my panties off,
checked the height of his stiff cock against my anus and stuffed a couple
of pillows under my bum.  Some oil sprayed onto my anus and then onto his
knob, my legs over his shoulders, and hands-free he entered me.  In this
position my arse-hole must have been completely free and available, my legs
stretched wide apart.

   There was a momentary pang but that passed immediately and there was no
pain this time as the whole cock slid into me till his hairy pubes met my
smooth body.

   "Ooh, daddy, that feels good."

   He smiled, happy that it was not hurting now, and started to fuck me,
long and slow.....

   In fact I had lied!  It felt full, but not really good at first.  But as
he fucked his knob was finding the spot, what I now know to be my juvenile
prostate, hidden beneath the thin walls of my rectum.  And this was good,
the pleasure communicated directly to my cock.  I started to wank it like
the tranny in the film, and daddy started to fuck harder, faster, with
short, sharp jabs and then longer slower withdrawals, another stab and so
on.

   "I'll cum, I know I will, daddy."

   "You look so lovely laying there, Carol..."

   "Like that, daddy.  Yes!  Harder.  Oh my god, I'm cumming.  Yeeeesss!"

   The streamer of cum, like none I had had before, splatted over my chest
and right up to my face.  Only one real spurt but then the pleasure of the
spasms in my cock, the twitches as it oozed over my fist.  And then it was
over.

   But not for daddy quite.  He watched as I licked some cum from my lips
where it had landed and this must have tipped him over the edge as he gave
three huge thrusts, and I knew each was accompanied by a squirt of his
semen deep inside me.



   Later we showered together and I got hard again: daddy didn't...  sort
of half hard.  But he sucked me off nicely.  I had pulled my tits off so as
not to get them wet, and even after showering the adhesive rings were on my
chest, grey and ugly.  Daddy got the sticky off with after-shave so it was
a nice-smelling little girl who got back into bed with him, wearing a
wonderful ankle-length black nylon nightie he had bought for me as a final
birthday surprise.  We cuddled and went to sleep "Spoons" with daddy
hugging me from behind.....