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My Life
by Anonymous
(authors name withheld on request)
When I was 12, I was in my parents' room and noticed a pair of
my mother's white cotton panties in a laundry basket. I examined them
and then carried them into the bathroom where I slowly pulled them up to
my waist. I loved their tender feeling.
As I grew up, my weeks were filled with periodic visits to the
panty drawer. Each time I found that I liked it more and more and I found
new things to wear. When I reached the age of 13, I had my first wet
dream and decided to use my new found ability in cooperation with my
fetish. I soon found that a small pair of beige silky panties from
Frederick's of Hollywood were my favorites. Along with this pair of
panties, I often wore a beige bra stuffed with socks. Despite my unperfect
bosom, I still enjoyed looking at my body in the sexy attire.
At about 15, I was first introduced to the Internet, where I found
others like me, who enjoyed the soft pleasures of panties. I started to
discuss my fantasies and find out more about the female gender. Then I
looked down between my legs and remembered the male tool that
prevented me from fitting into my panties properly.
My play sessions continued quite the same for some time. At
times, I wore a dress and thigh-high stockings and occasionally some
slutty looking make-up. I also came to enjoy a teddy that eventually grew
to small and around the age of 17, my Frederick's of Hollyowood panties
disappeared from my mother's drawer. After that I was forced to wear
only plain cotton panties, in various colors and patterns. The white ones
remained my favorites. I enjoyed wearing them with a white bra
underneath a baby-tee. I looked very sexy, but my tool stopped me from
looking truly feminine.
After scouring the Internet, I found several sites depicting ways to
hide my ugly bulge. I learned to tuck my penis between my legs and pull
a pair of wide-crotched panties tightly over it, to keep it in place. Now my
manhood was covered and I looked wonderful, however, not long after
seeing myself, I would become hard and my penis would work its way
out of its hold; this was always a sad moment.
I continued to learn about my fetish and new things to try, but after
leaving home, I was no longer close to my panty supply. I needed to find
a way to satisfy my desires.
I decided to keep my pubic hair trimmed in a neat box framing my
penis, to look slightly more feminine. I toyed with the idea of purchasing
my own panties, but thought that someone may catch on, I instead decided
to continue doing what I was doing, reading a lot of stories and looking at
a lot of pictures on the Internet, while picturing myself in the position of
those lucky she-males. I didn't date much in my late teen years, so no one
discovered my secret and I needed to pleasure myself.
Time continued to go on, I continued to be my own sexual partner
until one night, I got a little too drunk. I met a woman, named Melissa, at
a bar not far from my home. I was 21 and horny, so after her invitation I
returned to her home.
At 5'9", Melissa looked me even in the eye, but I was looking at
her 36C breasts and perfect ass as she led me into her home. It was a
small apartment, decrorated in pink and lace, extremely feminine. After
taking five steps in the door, she turned and passionately kissed me. She
seemed to take control as her tounge entered my mouth. I loved it and
immediately reached for her round bottom. She then turned around and
took my hand, leading me into her bedroom.
"Lay down on the bed," she said, "I need to slip into something
more comfortable."
"If you insist," I replied.
She went into the bathroom as I laid down on her bed, waiting for
the night of my life. She returned five minutes later dressed in black
leather panties and bra, accompanied by black fishnet stockings. She
looked and incredible and my member immediately jumped to attention.
"You seem to like what you see," she said, but I could only drool.
"Why don't you take off your pants so we can help you out with that
painful looking prick."
I agreed, until I was down to my briefs, I had forgotten about my
girly pubes and stopped undressing.
"What's wrong hun? Don't worry I've seen naked men before.
Are you worried about the size of your penis? It doesn't look that small
and I really like those briefs. Please take them off."
I complied and she said nothing about my fear. She walked
towards me and considered kissing me again, but then it happened. She
saw. "What is that?"
"It's, uh, more comfortable," I replied.
"I can understand that, I keep my bush trimmed also, but I've
never seen a man do it. It looks sexy."
"Thanks," I murmured, feeling slightly better about it.
My erection grew and Melissa came closer. Upon closer
inspection, I discovered that her panties had no crotch. She removed her
bra to display her beautiful tits and quarter-sized nipples. They were
spectacular. She climbed onto my erection and began bouncing up and
down. I came within minutes, but she still had a little ways to go.
"That felt wonderful," I said.
"It was, but could you help me finish hun?" she questioned. "I'd
like you to eat me out."
Although I hesitated slightly, I slowly moved down to her panty-
covered crotch. A small hole revealed her womanhood and several stray,
blonde pubic hairs. I started to lick her clit, not realizing that I was tasting
both her juices and my own. Her back arched back and she screamed as
she orgasmed and then pulled herself away.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just had an idea though," she replied and moved away
towards a dresser next to her bed. She pulled a pair of white thong
panties from her drawer. "Put these on for me."
"I don't know."
"Do it!" she screamed. I instantly complied and pulled the panties
up around my waist. I could feel the thin backing of the panties running
up my ass.
"I see you enjoy those, I thought you might though, the way you
keep yourself trimmed."
She walked over to me and pulled me closer, grabbing my butt.
She started moving down my body until she reached my pantied cock.
She removed it from its silk encasement and began to lick the head. She
then took my six-incher into her mouth and began to suck. I reached an
orgasm after only minutes. She the came back to eye-level and kissed me
again, once again I could taste my cum.
"You enjoy wearing panties, don't you?" Melissa questioned.
"Yes, ever since I was young," I replied. I needed to tell her the
truth, after orgasming, men are always honest and sincere.
"Then give me a minute," she said. She moved away to her
dresser again and returned with another pair of panties, black silk with a
lacy front. "I think I like these a little better on you, more contrast with
your skin."
I removed my white panties and bent over to pull up my new pair,
when I felt a poke in my bottom...
I awoke in a haze. I saw a bright light from overhead and then
blackness again...
I awoke again, this time in softer surroundings. I could feel the
soft feel of satin and could see pink lace strewn above me. I tried to lift
my head, but could not, I just didn't have the strength.
"Good morning hun," it was Melissa. "I'm glad to see that you're
awake. Sorry that you can't move much, but that's only temporary. I'll
be back tomorrow to help you out of bed."
What was going on? Different thoughts rushed through my head.
What had she done? Why couldn't I move? My head was pounding. I
was unable to move my arms and legs and continued to think. Then, I
started to cry, until I fell asleep.
"Rise and shin bitch!" Melissa, again. "It's time to get up and
meet the world."
What could she mean? I felt like I could move, but I was still in a
daze. I began to lift my head, but it fell back to the soft confines of
pillow.
"That won't do deary. You need to get up, that's why I'm here to
help."
"Thank you," squeaked a voice, could it have been me?
Melissa poked me in the arm with a syringe and I felt revitalized. I
began to stand up and move. I sat up in bed. Long strands of brown hair
fell in front of my face and I felt added weight on my chest. What was
happening? Melissa pulled me up and moved me in front of her mirror.
In front of me stood a woman, dressed in a baby blue nightie.
Was it me?
"Strange, huh?" Melissa chimmed in, almost singing.
"What have you done to me," I squeaked.
"Not to much, I made a few physical and mental changes, that's
all."
"But, I look like a girl..." I sobbed.
"That's okay, that's what you and I have always wanted," Melissa
replied.
"What?" I screamed.
"Do you remember a girl named Erin from your freshman year in
college? Well, probably not. You never paid attention to me. I followed
you around for an entire semester, until I needed to drop out. I was
obsessed with you, then you left," Melissa, no Erin, said.
"I, I don't remember. Sorry," I cried.
"Well, you hurt me. I attempted to find you for almost a year. I
had no money and had to sell sex to keep myself fed. I was raped almost
ten months ago now and it's been difficult to have sex with real men ever
since. I finally found you here about six months ago and took a job as a
stripper. I instantly came into money and I was able to rent this house and
furnish it quite nicely, don't you think?"
"Who's apartment was I in last night? I need to sit down," I said.
"Let me help you dear. Oh, and that was almost three weeks ago
now," she said.
"What, what happened, what did you do to me?" I questioned.
"Well that night, I gave you a shot to put you into a deep sleep. I
started giving you high doses of female hormones and you had breast
implants and your adam's apple shaved down during that first week.
Then when you woke up, I gave you a shot to keep you under my control.
You very helpful and submissive after that. You were quite willing to
have colagen implants in your lips and your hips and butt enlarged after
about 2 weeks of therapy. With the help of a friend, you began hypnosis,
to change your mannerisms and tastes. I did a few other things to you,
but nothing that you won't discover later."
"Why?" I sobbed.
"You are the only man I've ever wanted, but I can never be with a
man again, at least a real one," she said. I had forgotten about my penis, I
began to reach down towards my crotch. "Don't worry hun, it's still
there, to expensive to do right away."
"Can I still get hard?" I wondered.
"Of course, but you'll find yourself much smaller, about 2 inches
when you're hard. We don't want any of your lovers to find your little
secret. I need to go to work now, so I'll leave you alone to pretty yourself
and explore You started with size B breasts after the implants, but I
wanted you in a C, no sense in needing to buy two sets of bras. Then you
demanded to be a DD, so the process took a little longer than expected,
with the added surgery and hormone treatments." With that, Melissa left
me to cry alone.
After crying for several minutes, I began to except my situation.
This was one of my fantasies, but I still couldn't except it. I stood up and
looked at myself in the mirror. My face was painted with make-up (I soon
discovered that it was permanent) and soft to the touch. I then decided to
remove my nightie. My god my breasts were huge! They covered my
entire chest and my nipples were long and were bigger than a silver dollar.
I continued looking down my soft, flat stomach until I saw it, it was still
there. At least I had some manhood left.
I turned around to look at my ass. I loved the way they looked on
woman and Melissa/Erin knew that, so I assumed mine would be nice as
well. It was, but during my examination, I noticed two small marks on
my either side of my butt crack. I spread my cheeks only to discover a
small female symbol on one side and male symbol on the other. She had
them tatooed while I was asleep, I would always remember what I was.
I moved into the bathroom, I needed to shower. I began to
shampoo my hair. It was so long and soft. I slowly began to soap up,
until I found my gigantic breasts. I began to massage them and my
nipples and penis began to stiffen. The feeling was incredible. I moved
my right hand from my breast and moved it to my backside. I slowly
moved my finger in and out of my asshole. It took only minutes to cum
and I didn't even touch my penis.
After finishing in the shower, I went back to the bedroom and
found a pair of white silk panties laying on a chair. They were the same
ones I had worn the first time I met Melissa. I enjoyed the feeling of the
string up my ass even more than before. I tucked my small penis between
my legs, as I had when I was younger. I then strapped a matching bra
around my bosom, there is nothing like a matching bra and panty set. I
looked incredible, finally a perfectly feminine body.
I found a silk blouse and black skirt lying not far from my
undergarments. I lifted them to put them on and found a white garter belt
and stockings to wear. After I was dressed, I looked beautiful.
I went into the kitchen and found rice cakes to eat and began
reading Cosmo. Everything seemed natural. I assumed that the hypnosis
had done it.
When Melissa came back later that day, she was hot and horny
(stripping made her wet). She came up behind me and grabbed my
breasts. I turned and kissed her and she made her way to the front of the
couch I was sitting on. She opened her jacket to reveal a pair of black
panties. Melissa helped me remove my clothes and pulled my panties out
of my ass. Then I felt a poke in my ass. A large dildo moved slowly in
and out of my asshole. Melissa's thighs slapped against my ass. It was
awesome.
My penis hardened, it was painful, because it was still held in
place by my flimsy panties. I heard Melissa moan and then she came with
a "YES!!". Then she pulled out of my ass, leaving me unsatisfied.
As Melissa caught her breath, she said, "One of the side effects of
the drug I gave you makes it harder for you to orgasm. You will be left
unsatisfied, unless someone plays with your nipples. It's to bad I'm not
much of a breast-girl."
Life as a woman passed. I slowly adapted and my lingerie
collection grew. Soon I had several different types of panties and many
colors, but white always remained my fav. I got a job working for a
marketing company about six months after my transformation. I slept my
way to the top, only allowing anal and oral sex. I learned to like men, a
little, but Melissa remained my love-it must have been part of my
programming.
Several years passed. I got a job as a paralegal and Melissa
continued to strip. We were in love. We had decided to keep my penis,
for the fun of it. Then one day, I met a woman named Nancy at a lesbian
club. Melissa was at work and I decided that it would be fun to play.
Nancy never discovered my secret, it was tucked away in a fake
vagina. I ate her out and she fucked me in the ass with a strap-on. It
lasted several hours, until she needed to leave.
I started seeing Nancy all the time. She was at work, at my
favorite bars, everywhere. She knew about Melissa, but didn't seem to
care.
"Hun, I'm going to Houston on business, I'll be back next week,"
I yelled to Melissa.
"I'll miss you lover," she said.
The week passed slowly, life was always slow without Melissa. I
came back to our house aching for sex.
"Melissa, I'm home!" I called as I entered the door.
"Hey der bab," a woman echoed. She appeared from the kitchen
dressed in a wife-beater T-shirt and white cotton panties. It wasn't
Melissa though, who was this woman. Her breasts were small, maybe an
A. She was muscled and her hair looked dirty and tangled. "Who are
you and where is Melissa?" I questioned.
"It me, huney...." the woman cried.
"No, you're not my lover...." I said.
"Um, yes she is," it was Nancy, as she appeard from the kitchen
wearing a silk baby doll. "I've made some changes to her, I want us to be
together. I have a lot of money and transformed her. I love you."
Why are woman always obsessed with me? "I loved her you
bitch!"
"Never call me a bitch!" she screamed.
I felt a poke in my arm, a woman had appeared behind me.
"Good morning Erin," Nancy said.
"Good morning Ms. Thomas," I replied.
"How is Melissa these days?"
"Ok. We are still in love and thinking about having a baby."
"Could you get me some coffee and check my appointments for the
day. I'll need you two to come by my house tonight around 10, I'm
having a party and you're the entertainment."
"Yes ma'am. I'll get the coffee right away." I jiggled off to get
her coffee. My 38EE breasts were very large and protruded ahead of me.
I was 38-21-40 and trying to get down to a 19 waist. Ms. Thomas
wanted me that way. Melissa liked my tits. I always came when she
played with my nipples. They became very large when I was cold or
sexually excited (which was quite often). They protruded through my bra
and even heavy shirts to look like short thumbs poking out of my chest.
"Erin, you're breasts rocking back and forth as you get fucked in
the ass. And Melissa, I love your new nipple piercings and your cunt
looks wonderful with the piercings," Nancy said. "Please go now,
Mistress Samantha and I need to have some fun."
"Yes, Mistress."
Melissa and I retreated to our bedroom. She strapped-on her dildo
and started pushing it in and out of my butt.
"Erin, hun, why you got tatoos in yo crack?" she questioned.
"I don't know sexy, but how 'bout you put that in my puss," I
said as I turned over to receive Melissa's gift in my tight vagina.
(the end)
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