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Becoming Julie, Part 1 – The Earliest Years (no Se free porn video
Becoming Julie, Part 1
My name is Anthony, or just Tony, for short. I was born in the American South, in the 1960s. Fortunately I was born in a college town, which meant there were educated people around, and the town was progressive, both politically and sexually, which is good for the rest of this story.
I was an only c***d. My parents raised me to love everything about life. From early on I went to movies and plays with them. Our town was small enough that sometimes, weeks after a play, my parent would throw a cocktail party, and invite the cast of the play, along with their other friends and co-workers, and etc. Once, while still very young, some actors were over, and I was in my pajamas, maybe 6 or 7 years old. The play the previous week was some detective or mystery play, and one of the actresses was brunette, and very curvy, and strutted around the stage like she owned it. Only the male lead had kept her in line (and upstaged her). He was always referring to her as a “tomato”. I had asked my parents what that meant on the way home, and they told me it was slang for a good-looking woman.
As a side note. My Dad has a small workshop in the back of the garage, which was in a separate room, with a door that opened to the garage, and a door that opened to the backyard. I would go in there with him whenever he would fix a broken appliance, or when he had to assemble a gift or a piece of furniture. It often has sawdust and wood shavings on the floor, from drills and a plane (the kind that smooths a door so it closes properly.) It also had a tall stack of magazines in one corner, half-hidden by some boxes. I had looked at the name, and I could read it, it said PLAYBOY, and it had a pretty lady on the cover. I asked my Dad about them and he said, “Don’t talk about those with anybody, those are our secret. You can look at one if you want to, but only for a minute.” Well, I looked, and there were lots of words and ads and pictures, but the best picture took up three pages, and one of them folded out so you could see it. It was a beautiful naked lady, with long straight blonde hair, big breasts, laying on a bunch of straw or hay, with just socks on her feet! I wanted to keep looking, but Dada closed up the magazine and told me, “When you get older, I’ll let you look at them some more, but not right now, you’re too young, OK?” I nodded, still excited by what I had seen.
Anyway, back to the party. I usually was sent to bed before the guests got there, and this time was no different. But I heard the lady’s voice, and knew it was her. I made a sign on some poster board that said “One Hot Tomato” and walked out to the living room, where everyone was standing around, talking and laughing and drinking and most of them smoking (remember this was the 1960s, people still smoked). Nobody much noticed a young k** wandering around quietly below eye level. I walked up behind that lady and tugged on her dress. It was a below-the-knee length sparkly red sequined cocktail dress, and she had on patent leather heels, probably 4 inches high, which matched her jet-black hair, which tumbled down her back to her ass in magnificent, bouncy, silken waves and curls (these were the Breck and Prell shampoo days.)
She turned around, looked down and saw me and said, “Hi, who are you?”, and stuck out her hand to shake mine.
“I’m Tony,” I said, “and I saw you in the play last week, and you’re the prettiest tomato I’ve ever seen!” I felt her hand warm in mine, and saw the long red nails, which matched the color of her dress.
She gasped a little, then noticed my sign. She said, “Did you make that sign? Do you know what a tomato is?”
I replied, “Yes ma’am, my parents explained it to me after the play. And you sure are pretty!” I knew I was blushing by that time. Her breasts seemed even bigger than the girls I’d seen that time in PLAYBOY! I was guilty, I was looking at her breasts and not at her eyes!
She squealed a tiny bit and said, “Well, hello, Tony, I’m Leslie. Are your Mommy and Daddy the ones who are throwing this big party?” I told her they were, and she took my hand, found my parents, and told them how cute I was to have made a sign for her. My Mom and Dad were a little surprised at what I had done, but figured there was no harm in it. My parents told me to go back to bed, but Leslie said, “I’ll take him back, I bet he has a cool room, just like my Barbara does, but full of fun boy stuff. Is that OK?” My parents laughed and said yes.
I led her back to my room and showed off my prized possessions. A few plastic models I had built, some rocks I had collected, and a few other random toys. Then I proudly showed her the bookshelf, weighted down on the bottom 2 rows by the new World Book encyclopedia my parents had bought a few years before.
She said, “Why do you have a set of encyclopedias in your room, Tony?” I told her, “Because I like to read and learn things. Don’t you have to read a lot to be an actress?”
She smiled and said, “Well, yes, but just parts of a script, not really big books like this.” She turned away from the bookshelf and walked my over to the bed. She said, “Come on, scoot in, I better get back to the party or my husband will miss me.”
I got in bed, and still sitting up said, “You’re so pretty. Can I have a hug?”
She smiled and said, “Of course. Who knows, maybe you can come over and play with my daughter sometime. She likes to read, too, but doesn’t have many friends.” She leaned down, her hair tumbling over my shoulders – I could smell the freshly-washed aroma of shampoo and perfume. She pulled my small body toward her womanly ones, squeezing her large, round, soft, pillowy breasts together about neck level to me, swallowing my head in them halfway, before giving me a firm, warm kiss on my forehead. I wanted it to last forever, but of course, it didn’t. she stood up, said good night, and went back to the party.
I was in shock! Everything about her felt so good! Her thick luscious hair covering my head, falling down onto my shoulders and back. Her feminine hands holding my shoulders as she leaned in close. Her wonderful huge breasts practically smothering me in their endlessly deep softness and warmth. And her pouty, red, lipsticked lips pressing against my forehead as she kissed me! Wow!
In the bath, before, I took baths (as opposed to showers.) When I had to wash my hair, I’d get on all fours, like a dog, and stick my head under the faucet and then one of my parents would lather my hair, then I would rinse it off and continue with my bath. Then unsupervised in the bath, I’d sit crouched against the faucet end of the tub, and launch myself to the back of the tub, making all the water slosh around me, and sometimes causing a wet mess of splashed-out water on the bathroom floor, which I got yelled at and had to clean up, so I got more careful with it. Sometimes during those sliding backwards, the bar of soap would nudge against my bare butt, and I’d notice a funny thing happen to my penis, it would get hard, but feel good when I touched it. Well, I had just gotten kissed by a beautiful woman, and my penis was hard! That was the first time that has ever happened outside the bathtub! I laid down and wondered why that had happened, and if it would go away. Eventually it did, and I drifted off to sleep.
In that dream, Leslie was my Mom, and I don’t know who was my Dad (he never appeared in the dream). She was even a bigger actress (famous), so we had money and lived in a really fancy house in some big fancy city. All I remember, though, was that she and I spent a lot of time together playing and talking all day, and we would be in silky pajamas together. She would hug and kiss me all the time, and I would hug and kiss her back, and put my head between her breasts. She would giggle and hold them tight around my head for a few seconds, then open her arms, pull my head out, and kiss me … on the LIPS! We would be in bed, doing this, sliding around in our silk pajamas (pink for both of us, on smoky gray sheets, with black pillowcases). Sometimes my penis would get hard and poke her, but she never got mad or acted like she even noticed it. We would go to the kitchen and make a big tray of food and drinks, and take it back to bed and watch TV (we had a huge color console TV in the dream, not like the small black-and-white set we really had at home). When I got tired, I would lay back against her as she sat up leaning on the headboard of the bed. I would feel her big breasts cushioning my head, and I would pull some of her hair around my my head and face, like a warm, sexy blanket. She would sing me to sleep, and I would close my eyes, loving this Mama forever, wanting to be with her forever, wanting to … be like her.
I woke up the next morning, and my penis was hard again! I didn’t know what to do. I went to the bathroom to pee, but couldn’t. I ran some cold water in the sink, and got a face cloth, and wet it, and wrapped it around my penis, and sure enough, it got cold and went down.
I never told my parents about the dream, and I never got to go over to Leslie’s, to play with her daughter. I had more dreams about Leslie, but they faded as the years went on, and I never saw her in another play. About 5 or 6 years later, my parents got divorced, and my transition moved into high gear… but that’s for part 2 of this story, if I get any comments on this part 1.
My name is Anthony, or just Tony, for short. I was born in the American South, in the 1960s. Fortunately I was born in a college town, which meant there were educated people around, and the town was progressive, both politically and sexually, which is good for the rest of this story.
I was an only c***d. My parents raised me to love everything about life. From early on I went to movies and plays with them. Our town was small enough that sometimes, weeks after a play, my parent would throw a cocktail party, and invite the cast of the play, along with their other friends and co-workers, and etc. Once, while still very young, some actors were over, and I was in my pajamas, maybe 6 or 7 years old. The play the previous week was some detective or mystery play, and one of the actresses was brunette, and very curvy, and strutted around the stage like she owned it. Only the male lead had kept her in line (and upstaged her). He was always referring to her as a “tomato”. I had asked my parents what that meant on the way home, and they told me it was slang for a good-looking woman.
As a side note. My Dad has a small workshop in the back of the garage, which was in a separate room, with a door that opened to the garage, and a door that opened to the backyard. I would go in there with him whenever he would fix a broken appliance, or when he had to assemble a gift or a piece of furniture. It often has sawdust and wood shavings on the floor, from drills and a plane (the kind that smooths a door so it closes properly.) It also had a tall stack of magazines in one corner, half-hidden by some boxes. I had looked at the name, and I could read it, it said PLAYBOY, and it had a pretty lady on the cover. I asked my Dad about them and he said, “Don’t talk about those with anybody, those are our secret. You can look at one if you want to, but only for a minute.” Well, I looked, and there were lots of words and ads and pictures, but the best picture took up three pages, and one of them folded out so you could see it. It was a beautiful naked lady, with long straight blonde hair, big breasts, laying on a bunch of straw or hay, with just socks on her feet! I wanted to keep looking, but Dada closed up the magazine and told me, “When you get older, I’ll let you look at them some more, but not right now, you’re too young, OK?” I nodded, still excited by what I had seen.
Anyway, back to the party. I usually was sent to bed before the guests got there, and this time was no different. But I heard the lady’s voice, and knew it was her. I made a sign on some poster board that said “One Hot Tomato” and walked out to the living room, where everyone was standing around, talking and laughing and drinking and most of them smoking (remember this was the 1960s, people still smoked). Nobody much noticed a young k** wandering around quietly below eye level. I walked up behind that lady and tugged on her dress. It was a below-the-knee length sparkly red sequined cocktail dress, and she had on patent leather heels, probably 4 inches high, which matched her jet-black hair, which tumbled down her back to her ass in magnificent, bouncy, silken waves and curls (these were the Breck and Prell shampoo days.)
She turned around, looked down and saw me and said, “Hi, who are you?”, and stuck out her hand to shake mine.
“I’m Tony,” I said, “and I saw you in the play last week, and you’re the prettiest tomato I’ve ever seen!” I felt her hand warm in mine, and saw the long red nails, which matched the color of her dress.
She gasped a little, then noticed my sign. She said, “Did you make that sign? Do you know what a tomato is?”
I replied, “Yes ma’am, my parents explained it to me after the play. And you sure are pretty!” I knew I was blushing by that time. Her breasts seemed even bigger than the girls I’d seen that time in PLAYBOY! I was guilty, I was looking at her breasts and not at her eyes!
She squealed a tiny bit and said, “Well, hello, Tony, I’m Leslie. Are your Mommy and Daddy the ones who are throwing this big party?” I told her they were, and she took my hand, found my parents, and told them how cute I was to have made a sign for her. My Mom and Dad were a little surprised at what I had done, but figured there was no harm in it. My parents told me to go back to bed, but Leslie said, “I’ll take him back, I bet he has a cool room, just like my Barbara does, but full of fun boy stuff. Is that OK?” My parents laughed and said yes.
I led her back to my room and showed off my prized possessions. A few plastic models I had built, some rocks I had collected, and a few other random toys. Then I proudly showed her the bookshelf, weighted down on the bottom 2 rows by the new World Book encyclopedia my parents had bought a few years before.
She said, “Why do you have a set of encyclopedias in your room, Tony?” I told her, “Because I like to read and learn things. Don’t you have to read a lot to be an actress?”
She smiled and said, “Well, yes, but just parts of a script, not really big books like this.” She turned away from the bookshelf and walked my over to the bed. She said, “Come on, scoot in, I better get back to the party or my husband will miss me.”
I got in bed, and still sitting up said, “You’re so pretty. Can I have a hug?”
She smiled and said, “Of course. Who knows, maybe you can come over and play with my daughter sometime. She likes to read, too, but doesn’t have many friends.” She leaned down, her hair tumbling over my shoulders – I could smell the freshly-washed aroma of shampoo and perfume. She pulled my small body toward her womanly ones, squeezing her large, round, soft, pillowy breasts together about neck level to me, swallowing my head in them halfway, before giving me a firm, warm kiss on my forehead. I wanted it to last forever, but of course, it didn’t. she stood up, said good night, and went back to the party.
I was in shock! Everything about her felt so good! Her thick luscious hair covering my head, falling down onto my shoulders and back. Her feminine hands holding my shoulders as she leaned in close. Her wonderful huge breasts practically smothering me in their endlessly deep softness and warmth. And her pouty, red, lipsticked lips pressing against my forehead as she kissed me! Wow!
In the bath, before, I took baths (as opposed to showers.) When I had to wash my hair, I’d get on all fours, like a dog, and stick my head under the faucet and then one of my parents would lather my hair, then I would rinse it off and continue with my bath. Then unsupervised in the bath, I’d sit crouched against the faucet end of the tub, and launch myself to the back of the tub, making all the water slosh around me, and sometimes causing a wet mess of splashed-out water on the bathroom floor, which I got yelled at and had to clean up, so I got more careful with it. Sometimes during those sliding backwards, the bar of soap would nudge against my bare butt, and I’d notice a funny thing happen to my penis, it would get hard, but feel good when I touched it. Well, I had just gotten kissed by a beautiful woman, and my penis was hard! That was the first time that has ever happened outside the bathtub! I laid down and wondered why that had happened, and if it would go away. Eventually it did, and I drifted off to sleep.
In that dream, Leslie was my Mom, and I don’t know who was my Dad (he never appeared in the dream). She was even a bigger actress (famous), so we had money and lived in a really fancy house in some big fancy city. All I remember, though, was that she and I spent a lot of time together playing and talking all day, and we would be in silky pajamas together. She would hug and kiss me all the time, and I would hug and kiss her back, and put my head between her breasts. She would giggle and hold them tight around my head for a few seconds, then open her arms, pull my head out, and kiss me … on the LIPS! We would be in bed, doing this, sliding around in our silk pajamas (pink for both of us, on smoky gray sheets, with black pillowcases). Sometimes my penis would get hard and poke her, but she never got mad or acted like she even noticed it. We would go to the kitchen and make a big tray of food and drinks, and take it back to bed and watch TV (we had a huge color console TV in the dream, not like the small black-and-white set we really had at home). When I got tired, I would lay back against her as she sat up leaning on the headboard of the bed. I would feel her big breasts cushioning my head, and I would pull some of her hair around my my head and face, like a warm, sexy blanket. She would sing me to sleep, and I would close my eyes, loving this Mama forever, wanting to be with her forever, wanting to … be like her.
I woke up the next morning, and my penis was hard again! I didn’t know what to do. I went to the bathroom to pee, but couldn’t. I ran some cold water in the sink, and got a face cloth, and wet it, and wrapped it around my penis, and sure enough, it got cold and went down.
I never told my parents about the dream, and I never got to go over to Leslie’s, to play with her daughter. I had more dreams about Leslie, but they faded as the years went on, and I never saw her in another play. About 5 or 6 years later, my parents got divorced, and my transition moved into high gear… but that’s for part 2 of this story, if I get any comments on this part 1.
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