Aubrey Becomes Aubrey Part 01
by SaucyAubrey

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I get the first inklings of my sexual identity when obsessing
over porn I was exposed to (trans*, solo, young, ws).
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I first realized I was a girl when I was about 12. Well, that's
not quite true.  I'm not sure what I am.  As I sit here typing
this for you a few years later, I feel my constantly hard nipples
chafing against my t-shirt with every shift of my body, but I
also feel my cock hardening, drooling pre-cum on the front of the
snug turquoise boy-shorts I'm wearing. Unless I make an effort to
femme it up, it's equally likely I'll be addressed as a girl or
boy out in the world. The hormones I have been taking for the
last 9 months, and general adolescence I guess, have caused some
intense feelings, and I find myself getting super horny all the
time whenever I see a boy, girl, trans*, or whatever that catches
my eye.  There's no common category for what turns me on, and I
like being surprised by sexual desires. There are so many
wonderful, sexy people in the world and I want to play with them
all.  And while I am pretty inexperienced right now, I think a
lot of them will want to play with me.  This is the story of how
I got from then until now, and all my adventures along the way.

As I was saying.  My parents, who I love very much and are
awesome and supportive, are probably way too permissive with my
big sister Amy and I. So, inevitably I was exposed to internet
porn at a pretty early age.  I'll blame my friend Tim.  One
afternoon he had walked home with me after school and after
playing Xbox for a while I could tell he was distracted. I asked
him what was wrong, and he said "nothing" but I could still tell
he had something on his mind.  I'm very intuitive that way.
Finally, he dropped his controller and said "I saw something the
other day but I'm afraid to tell you about it because I'll get in
trouble."  Tim's parents were stricter than mine. They even went
to church, of all things!

"You can tell me," I replied. "I can keep a secret."

He looked at me with guilt-ridden eyes and said "Let's go in the
computer room." My parents are big nerds and have all sorts of
computers and junk stored in our house, and they had set up an
older iMac for my sister and I to use.

I got up and followed Tim down the hall.  Of course, what he
showed me was porn.  For some reason beyond all sanity the girl
who babysat him (at that age!) had taken it upon herself to
"educate" him.  And an education it was. The site she had chosen
was a Tumblr of photos and gifs of girls peeing. I bet he had
tried to peek on her in the bathroom and she decided to give him
a eyeful. I had grown up with a sister about 19 months older than
me so the mechanisms of how girls peed wasn't entirely mysterious
to me, but it was still a lightning bolt of an experience.  I had
never seen it so up close and personal. Happy looking girls
squatting and laughing on a beach or in the forest, making a
puddle between their legs. Drunk looking girls pulling their
tights out of the way with one hand and a cigarette in the other,
pissing in an alley. Girls wearing bikinis, peeing. Girls in
their underwear, peeing. Nude girls, peeing. And a lithe naked
girl, squatting and spreading her streaming pussy with one hand
while the other clutched a disembodied cock a hair's breadth away
from her lustfully open mouth. I stared at those lips, those
erect nipples, her dark pubic hair, the frozen golden stream
arching away from her body. And that cock, bursting in from the
edge of the photo with just a small slice of the muscular body it
was attached to.  This all took place in a matter of minutes, as
we were jolted back into the real world from our erotic reveries
by the sound of the front door slamming. Amy was done with
Science Club and was home. We of course closed the browser and
deleted the web history immediately, but when she poked her head
in the computer room to say hi I bet she could read what she had
just interrupted all over our faces. Teen girls know.

A red-faced Tim quickly fled, and I sat at the computer and
poorly played some League of Legends while my brain was replaying
the images i had just seen in my head, making sure they were
backed-up and retrievable forever.

That girl with the cock in her hand.  There was no way around it.
 She reminded me of me.  She was a skinny thing, with pale skin
that you could tell blushed and rashed up easily, and a dusting
of freckles. A dark, short, trendy haircut that could have
belonged to a boy or a girl, just like mine. Pouty lips. Slender
hips and a round soft tummy. Wild green eyes with thick lashes.
Sure she was different in a lot of ways. Her pert breasts, the
right pierced(!) with a silver barbell.  Lovely strong legs,
tastefully painted finger and toe-nails. And that pink and wet
pussy. She was probably taller too (I'm kinda short :( ). But for
some reason I just projected myself onto her, and found it was
easy to imagine inhabiting that body and that wild spirit. A
fierce girl who could just piss all over a hardwood floor and
pull a fat cock into her mouth. I wanted to be her.

Then I remembered. Practically the only thing she was wearing was
an orange, chunky beaded necklace, that dangled between her
breasts. Amy had a necklace just like it.  I resolved to steal
it.

I got my chance the very next day while she was at soccer
practice. I had 2 hours at home alone, and i waltzed into her
room and boosted the necklace from her jewelry tree. I put it
around my neck, ruffled my hair and looked saucily into her
mirror. Nice. But not nice enough.

I walked back into my bedroom, and carefully took off my shirt
while still wearing the necklace. The orange popped against my
pale skin. My little nipples, from the sudden chill or
excitement, were two hard little peas on my hairless chest. I
cocked my hips and it my lip. Nicer, but still not nice enough. 
I undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.

I had masturbated before, the first time being maybe a year
prior, but at this point it wasn't a habit, and nowhere near the
multiple times daily it is now. I rarely came either. Maybe two
or three times. My little pink cock and balls were starting to
develop, and I was beginning to get boners at random inconvenient
times but i didn't really DO anything about it. The thin,
slippery pre-cum that leaked from my cock seemed embarrassing
more than anything else. Not to mention, just recently i had my
first wet dream, waking up while I was ejaculating in the boxer
shorts i wore to bed, thunderstruck.  I had the "talk" with my
parents but the reality was quite different.

I dropped my jeans.  I looked in the mirror.  My cock was
starting to tent my boxer shorts, almost poking thru the fly.  It
didn't look right. Not at all. I quickly dropped my shorts.  My
cock drooped a bit. I could see the gleam of pre-cum on the tip.
This was better, but still not right.  I walked back across the
hall to Amy's room, the necklace bouncing on my chest and my cock
bobbing between my legs.

I knew what I was looking for. i knelt down and pulled a plastic
storage bin from under her bed. All the clothes she had recently
outgrown were still stored down there.

Even though the girl in the photo was naked, in my head there was
the idea that I'd be more like her, more like a girl, if I wore
girl's clothing. Some of the other girls in the photos had been
wearing bathing suits or underwear and it had been exciting, too.
I found a neatly folded pair of white cotton panties, and slipped
them on.  I looked in the mirror and my cock immediately
ballooned. Nice.

I watched myself in Amy's mirror. I toyed with necklace, and when
it brushed against my hard nipples, I got a charge. i imagined i
had pert little breasts, like the girl in the photo.  What it
would feel like if someone cupped them in his big hands. I
shuddered. It was all too thrilling. Behind me in the mirror, I
saw Amy's clothes hamper. A bra was draped over the edge.  I
couldn't not put it on.

It was a simple little thing.  My sister barely had any breasts
at this point either. I eventually figured out how to get it
fastened, and admired myself in the mirror.  I was getting ever
so much closer.  I was basically holding my breath with
excitement.

I pursed my lips and then opened my mouth like the girl in the
photo. I imagined that veiny cock there. At this stage of my life
it was more titillating than full-on exciting, as I really did
not understand my sexuality (and still don't fully tbh). My lips
didn't quite look right, but there was an easy helper for that.

Lipstick applied, i was excited to the point of bursting. I
cupped my cock and balls over the panties. It felt good, but it
still wasn't quite right.  Although I was still quite young, my
legs had started growing hair on them. Decidedly unfeminine. I
wasn't bold enough to shave (though that would soon change), and
frankly I was desperate and confused and ready to cum at the
time.

The hamper. I dug into the hamper and pulled out a pair of Amy's
turquoise tights. That would disguise the hint of hairiness.  As
I stretched the opening to step in, I got the sudden urge to bury
my nose in the crotch. This was the first time I had ever smelled
pussy, and it was intoxicated.  The ghost of all of my teenage
sisters excitable juices lingered in the fabric. It drove me
nuts.  After inhaling I quickly pulled on the tights.  The rest
of this should be finished in my own room.

I waddled across the hall to my own room, boner straining through
panties and tights. It only took 30 seconds for my pre-cum to
leak through both layers. I stared at myself in my full-length
mirror.  My skin looked awesome.  My lips looked awesome. I
pinched my nipples through the bra and groaned. I stuck my hand
under the tights and panties and freed my cock. It jumped in my
hand. I started instinctively pumping it.  I got closer to the
mirror, practically touching it. I was face to face with this
bewitching girl. While furiously stroking my cock I leaned in for
a kiss. My lips touched the cold mirror and my cock jerked and
spurted hot come all over my hands and the mirror.

This was a whole new world.  I was exhausted and proud and ready
to do it again.  I backed away from the mirror and looked myself.
Cum dripped down the image and off my fingers.  I brought my
fingers to my mouth, closed my eyes and licked.

*****

...to be continued, with the stories of my first time fully
dressing up, what happens when Amy catches me, my first sexual
experiences, more sexual experience, coming out to my parents and
more. Maybe I'll even convince Amy to contribute. She's got some
stories!

Love, Aubrey.

PS. Sorry for the lame title ;)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places,
events and incidents are either the products of the author's
imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely
coincidental. The author does not condone adult/child sexual
relations and any such behavior depicted should not be considered
an endorsement.  The author supports trans* rights. Trans*
sexuality and individuals should not be merely considered a
"kink" for otherwise Cis/"Straight" folks.  Consequently, the
author endorses a revamp of ASSTR's coding conventions that fully
acknowledges and respects trans* individuals of all sorts. The
author also acknowledges that stuff is complicated.
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