Pauls Introduction
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The road Paul took isn't unlike many of ours ? by: Debbie Shaw
OK, to start, let me say that this is a true story. Only the names and
cities have been changed. I have been interested in girl's clothes
almost as long as I can remember, but it started to take shape around 9
or ten. I don't remember why, but I started to put my mom's stuff on.
We weren't supposed to use Mom and Dad's bathroom, but with three other
brothers and sisters, it happened. I had to go one day and while I was
on the stool, I saw her hamper. I picked out each item, one at a time,
looking and feeling. That is, until I picked up her panties. The smell
was so, so warm and sweet. I think that was the first time I can
remember getting hard about sex. I stayed in there smelling them until
a rap on the door broke my dreaming.
After that I found out that my getting hard had other benefits. I was
trying to climb a poll on the carport. Suddenly I felt something I
never felt before. I just held on with my legs wrapped around that pole
for a long time, slowly rubbing up and down. I did that many times that
summer until an old lady came out of her house and yelled at me calling
me things I didn't
know the meaning of.
We moved to the mid-west then. 1960 Oklahoma was much like a New World
from Philadelphia. My younger sister by 2 years was growing faster than
I was. I could put some of her things on. But I liked little boy
things. War, cowboys, and spy's. Always, I was the hero, captured by
the bad guys, tied up and forced to put on women's clothes. Now I never
heard of such a thing, so I don't know how I came up with that. We
lived next to some woods. I would take some of my mother's underwear
and my sisters clothes along with some rope. I had two places that I
would go. Both were hard to see unless you were right up on it. I would
play out the whole seen, right up till dressed; my unseen enemy would
tie me to a tree. I would make a loop, put my hands in and then wrap
the rest around my arms. I would hook my hands over a low hanging
branch and hang there.
One day, I found that the branch was to low. I found this other tree
that had a part of one up about a foot higher than I could reach. I
would climb up; hook my tied hands over and them let go, just hanging
there. I was feeling I loved. I them found, as I was getting ready to
climb down that as I wrapped my legs around the tree it unhook, my
little member rubbed up on the tree. God it felt good. Dressed, tied to
the tree and rubbing brought me to my first climax. I was scared. I
didn't know what I did to get the shaky feeling and to get that stuff
in my under ware. I didn't go back for a long while.
Later that year, I was walking to school. It was my start in the 7th
grade. Both boys and girls picked me on really bad. On this day John G,
the school bully, said that if I showed up, he would send me home
bloody. Along the way there was some homes that were to be torn down
for something called the Cross Town Express way. Instead of going to
school, and a beating, I looked around the empty houses. Stuff was
every were. In a pile of clothes, was a treasure. All kinds of girls
clothe, from little lacy girl's things to mothers. It smelled of
mildew, but I didn't care. I loved it. I undressed and put on the
silky panties. But now, I could hook my bra like a pro, and then
the garters. Slip and dress was the topping. No, wait shoes. I couldn't
find any to fit. But there were other homes.
Many homes, with no one around. I looked around, didn't see anyone, and
Went next door. First, heaven. I found high heels to fit. But then a
looking glass. I saw a boy dressed up in girl's clothes. My hair was
about as short as you could get it. It didn't stop me from wanting to
feel that feeling again. I found some rope, but nothing to hang on.
Nothing that is but a door. Looking down at my legs, the dress road up
to show my garters and hoes. The high heels, it was too much. This kept
up for the rest of the fall. That winter, it was to cold to go out
there and now workers were tearing down my little dream home. But there
is always more that one way to skin a cat. I now wanted more. But I
still didn't know everything I was feeling. I had one to talk to, to
ask anything.
Sometimes I would wait till Mom and dad were asleep, then I would go to
My stash in the bottom drawer, under my models. One complete outfit of
mom's. I would put it on and always would up in the bathroom door. I
found that if I opened up the mirror, I could see myself.
One night couldn't wait. Mom had Johnny Carson on the TV. I got up and
got dresses in her things. I love dresses that zip up the back. I found
that if I take one of my socks, and stuff the top half in the bottom
half, it looks like a breast. I would put them in the bra to fill them
out. I was just zipping up her new dress when I herd Mom coming. I
quickly got back to bed under the covers.
Mom came in, but didn't turn on the light. She asked what I was doing
up. I told her I had to go to the bathroom. "I didn't hear a flush, go
flush the stool." My heart was beating wildly. "I don't feel well, will
you do it?" I asked. She never took her eyes off of me. "What are you
wearing?" she asked.
"Nothing" I replied meekly, and I hope silky. Show me she asked. I
slipped one leg out form under the covers, hoping it would look like
bare skin. Boy, did I have a lot to learn. Mom grabbed the covers back
hard and there I was.
"Get up!" she yelled. She grabbed my arm and pulled me unto the living
room. It was hard to keep up in heels without falling down. She looked
at me up and down. "Turn around," she said with not a little anger. As
I did, I wanted to die. "Are you a queer?" she asked, "Why do you have
my stuff on?"
Like all kids, only a 'I don't know' Could come out. She made me take
each item of clothing off, right there in the living room. "YOU wait
till your father comes home!" and I did just that, only to face him
asking the same old questions only a slap in-between each one. "Get
your ass to bed you fucking little fagot!" he yelled. As I laid in bed,
my face and bottom in pain, I heard them talking.
I remember one thing she said, "He looks better in that fucking dress
than I do."
But it didn't stop me. I don't know why, I just couldn't stop. That
spring, dad started to wall in the garage to make a game room. With
both Mom and Dad working, I found lots of time to dress in there. The
girls would never go in there, and my brother was always down the
street playing. One day, I didn't have a dress on, but the bra, panties
and hoes were lovely. I had just tied my hands and was hanging my self
when Bobby walked in said, "Paul?" then stopped when he saw me.
I was just playing a game. I told him. I asked him, "Come on, you can
to, here put this on." Holding out a bra.
"No way," he said.
I picked up a slingshot and aimed it at him. "You put it on right now."
He looked at me. "Go ahead, shoot, I'm not putting them on. Why do you
want me to put them on anyway?"
I dono, I guess I thought if you put something on, you wouldn't rat me
out," I said.
"No way man, you're my friend, I would never do that to you. I won't
tell anyone, I swear," Bobby said.
"Go ahead, get dressed, I'll wait out side. But hurry, we're going to
the movies and we are going now." I hurried and just through a shirt
and jeans over my undies, grabbed my shoes and ran out the door. I did
remember to take the socks out of the bra. I put on my shoes and ran
next door.
They were just getting in the car. Bobby looked at me, but didn't say
anything. In the movies, we were sitting down in front. He asked me why
I did it. I couldn't tell him. I told him it felt good. So good.
"You still have them on don't you," he asked looking at me up and down.
"Well, you didn't give much time to change did you?" I replied.
"Can I feel?" and before I could say a word he felt my breast through
my bra. "Cool, it's OK, I won't tell. You can d it around me, just no
dresses, OK?"
"Deal," I said, and nothing else was said.
The only time he brought it up, we were going to climb up on the garage
He told me, "You better go in and take off you hoses, you'll get a run
in them."
I could figure out how he knew until I looked down and saw that I had a
Hole in my jeans and you could see the tops of my hoses.
I had spent the night over at his house many times since he caught me,
and it was never brought up, and I never had any thing on. One thing we
would do was he would steal his brother's Playboy's. We would look at
them and generally act like two young teenage boys learning about sex.
This time, there was a Christmas cartoon showing a Cross Dresser,
putting on his makeup singing 'Now we don our gay apparel'. Bobby
looked at me, "Hey he's like you."
"No way," I said, "I'm not a queer."
"Yes, but, you would like to have that on wouldn't you?" he said,
pointing to a lovely young thing, a Red Teddy on as she lay back on
white satin sheets.
"I got embarrass No man, let's not talk about it."
Later that day, Bob called and asked me if I wanted to stay the night.
I said sure. I changed clothes, and ran next door. We watched TV and he
said, "Come on, let's go to bed." We went to his room and started to
play Sorry.
He asked, "I have something for you." He got up and reached under his
bed and pulled out a wad of clothes. I thought you would like this.
They belong to my sister. His sister was just out of school and more
than a little wild.
All black. I thought this stuff was only seen in Playboy. His Mom
rapped on the door, "OK boys, time to go to bed."
He got up. "I have to go to the bathroom, put them on and get in bed.
You let me see and feel your sister, I want you to have fun too."
One night when he spent the night, we sneaked in to my sister's room,
and I slowly unbuttoned her top while she slept. When I opened her top
to show him her breast, he slowly felt them. He leaned over and started
to suck on one. When she did move he reached up and grabbed the back of
my head and gently pulled me down to the other one. We both were
getting hot. We both got up when Carol shifted. Her breasts were still
in view. He pulled down his shorts and started to rub his self. He
motioned for me to do it too.
Although I had made myself come many times, I had never used my hand.
It felt good and soon, we both came. Some landed on her breast.
"Oh shit, when that dries, it will hurt. She will know and then so will
your Mom," he whispered. "I don't have a wet rag to wipe it off. If I
run water, it will wake up Mom."
"You better do something quick, it will dry and shrink. It will feel
like someone pinching her nipple." I didn't know better so I believed
him.
"What do I do?" I pleaded, "It has to be wet to get it all off."
He looked at me and said, "If you Lick off, that should do it, just be
careful not to like it to much, you might wake her up." I leaned over
and put my mouth over her nipple. Just then she stirred. We both almost
ran out of her room. Carol never said anything and we never heard about
it.
We both sat in Bobby's room and talked about Carol's chest, he told me
to go ahead and put the clothes on, "You know you want to." He was
right. One thing I found out about me is it was a real thrill to dress
up, but something was missing. I could look like a girl; act like a
girl, but I couldn't go out in the real would like a girl. It was like
a hollow world. Make be live.
Like little girls dressing up like Mommie. But as I looked at the pile
of clothes, I know I would do it. Here, I get to dress, and be with
someone. Bobby acted like he was real concerned about my happiness. I
quickly undressed. I picked up the panties, all black with red trim. So
soft! I pulled them on, put the top on. It was different that any I had
put on before. I didn't know anything about waist cinchers or the like.
It was strapless, with about a dozen hooks in the front. The garters
were attached to it. I moved it around to get it about were it should
go and pulled on the hoes. I had never put on fishnet hoses before. My
hair had been growing some and was just over my ears.
Bobby walked in and stopped. Wow Paul, you look like a girl. Here, he
held out his hand. He had a bright red lipstick. If you're going to do
it, you might as well do it right. I puckered my lips like I saw my Mom
do, and then dabbed my lips on a tissue. We sat on his bed and Bobby
got out his hidden stash of his brothers books. In one of them, we saw
a girl with an outfit similar like the one I was wearing. She was in
bed with a guy. We laughed at it and Bobby leaned over and held me like
the couple in the photo.
I looked at one seine with a girl in bed with a guy on top of her. She
Had her legs around him and her head was tilted back. For the first
time I wondered what it would be like. Bobby said at that moment, "I
wonder what it would be like with a girl?" We didn't go any farther; it
was all too new to us. We couldn't be 13 at the time. It was all in
fun, and it wasn't long we were acting up a little too loud. A moment
later came a rap on the door and his Mom opened the door. "Boys, I said
go to bed, if you don't quiet down, I'll send Paul home." I was so
happy she couldn't see me from there.
We quickly turned off the light and went to bed. I was up agonized the
wall on my side and Bobby was in front of me. "That was close hush?" I
asked him. "If she came in just a little more she would have really
sent me home."
"I wouldn't like that," Bobby said, "Hey, do you have a girl friend?"
"No," I said, "you know I'm not very popular with girls."
"Listen Paul, we play a lot, but the one thing I want more than
anything is a girl friend. Could we pretend you're my girl friend
tonight.?" I liked Bobby, and I felt sorry for him, but something else
was in play. I didn't understand most of what I was thinking and
feeling.
"I don't want to feel like a dork when I get a girl, I would like to
act like I know what I'm doing. Can I try something?" he asked.
"Like what," I replied, just a little worried. "Can we really pretend
like we were in love?"
"No way Bob, I'm a guy and not a queer," I said. Looking back now, I
think I wanted to, but image. You know?
"Oh come on. No one will know," he pleaded. I softened, and right then
he put his arm around me. Just holding me felt good. It felt right. He
asked me how it felt as he was moving his hand.
I never saw it coming, but he was feeling my breast before I knew it. I
rolled over to tell him I didn't think this was right but as I rolled
over, he kissed me. I was surprised, but soon I was caught up in the
heat of passion.
We were soon moving out hands all over each other. By accident, I
Found his cock. I was going to move my hand away, but the look on his
face, such pleasure on his face. He wasn't looking at me. One thing
that he did to me that felt great was suck on my neck. I started to
suck on his neck as I pumped his cock. Soon he moaned and came all over
me. As he came down, I was still hard as a rock. "Go ahead, do your
self, I can't right now and it would be neat to watch. Sit up so I can
see, OK?"
I sat up and started to pump my own little cock. It wasn't long till I
shot out hard. A big glob hit my mouth and the rest on the bed and wall
behind me. I started to wipe it off and Bobby said, "No, wait, don't
move." I looked over and he was already hard and pumping. "Wow, that is
so wild, now please Paulie, don't wipe it off, lick it off, slowly,
please." I did it for him. I realized that it wasn't that bad. I mean,
it wasn't a turn on for me, but it was a real turn on to see Bobby
turned on by me.
I licked up that glob and Bobbie looked at me, "Paula, you are my girl
friend, could you please help me?" I knew what he wanted but I
couldn't. I just used my hand again. As I leaned over to get to him,
Bobby grabbed my head and pulled my head down to his cock. It was so
sudden that I went over, but not on his cock. My face was just about
six inches when he erupted all over my face and in my mouth.
I cleaned up, changed clothes and we went to sleep. The next day Bobby
never said a word, but when I got home, Mom told me to go wash up, my
mouth was stained red from candy. What she didn't know...
The next week, Bobby asked if I could stay the night. I didn't know,
but he talked me into it. Please Paul, please. OK I said. That night,
just like the week before, he had the clothes. But this time he had
make up. I didn't look very good on my first time, but it looked good
to me. His Mom and Dad were out till late, so we had the house to our
selves. He had a hot little dress his sister had that looked hot.
Bright red velvet, long sleeves and real short, with the black undies
and red heels, it was an out fit to die for.
We were siting on the sofa watching TV when in came his brother. Tim
was older, about 16 or so, a real tough guy. "Well well well, what have
we got here. My little brother and his girl friend." At first I thought
Tim didn't know who I was and I muttered something about I had to go.
"Go ahead and go if you want. But you're walking out like that," Tim
sneered, "I'll bet the school would love to know all about you, the
queer next door."
I knew I was had. Bobby never looked at me or said a word. Tim came
over and sat next to me. As he put his arm around me he looked over at
Bobby, "You better just go on to bed, me and your girl friend are going
to become real good friends. You will thank me when the next time you
two make love."
As Bobby left the room, he looked over at me, "Sorry, he found out and
said he would beat the shit out of me if I said a word." With that, he
left me alone with Tim.
Tim started to feel me up but not with the tender care Bobby did. "Come
on bitch, get going, I don't have all night." He pulled down his pants
and with no underwear, his cock stood out, hard. Much larger than
Bobby's member, his cock was odd looking. He grabbed my head and pulled
me to his cock.
I tried to get up and he started to slap me. He hit me time and time
again. Just then there was a loud bang. I went down to the floor. When
I looked up, I saw Tim face, on the floor. Bobby grabbed my arm and
pulled me up, "Come-on let's get out of here before he gets up." We
just ran.
There was an old motel not far away, Old 66 Motel I think, or something
like that. West Tulsa has some small places on old rout 66. We were
standing out in fount when an old woman came out and asked us if we
were OK? Well, two kids, out at 11 O'clock at night wasn't something
you saw around there. I had been crying, my make up smeared. Bobby
looked over to her, "My Mom and Dad are out of town and my brother
started to beat my sister and I, we ran a way."
"You poor dears," she said, "do you want me to call the police?"
"No mam, I said quickly, it has happened before, we will just find
someplace to hide for the night and we'll go home tomorrow when they
get home." I said. Bobby added, "This has happened before. Boy, Dad
will beat the tar out of him for this."
"Do you have anywhere to go, can I call anyone for you?" she asked.
"No mam, we 'll. be OK," Bobby said.
"Nonsense," the lady said, "I have plenty of room, come in here." In
side, she gave us a room key. "Don't tell anyone I did this kids. I
could get into allot of trouble. But I think it's OK, what with your
being brother and sister and all."
"Yes mam, and thank you," Bobby said as he took the key.
"Wait here Hun," the lady said as she went out the back of the office.
She came back in with a cute nightie, "here honey, this was my
granddaughters, but she has out grown it. You need something to sleep
in. The room had two beds. Have a good night. Just leave the key on the
night stand."
We walked out to find the room. The place only had about 20 or 30
rooms. Not hard to find. I slipped on the gravel. I forgot I still had
heels on. Bobby put his arm around me. Tiring to make me feel better he
said, "Well, first time I ever took a girl to a motel, is this you
first time hear with a boy, or do you do this all the time?" I swung at
him, but was just glad he had been there.
We unlocked the door and got in. First thing Bobby did was pick up the
phone. "Mam, I had better let my older brother know that we are OK, but
I won't tell him were we are. He will get real worried. Yes, thank you,
You too, good night." In a few moments, "Tim? Bobby. We won't be coming
home to night. Tell Mom we went over to Paul's. If you say a word, or
do anything to us, we will both tell everyone in school you tried to
dress Paul up in a dress to make love to him because you like little
boys." With that, he hung up.
"Thanks Bobby," I said.
"No problem, it's the least I can do for my girl." With that, we both
broke down laughing. I was still shaking and Bobby came over and held
me. "It's OK, it's over now." It felt so good in his arms, I looked up
at his face and he kissed me. Not hard, nut slow and with care.
It felt right and I put my arms around him and soon we were on the bed
kissing and feeling each other. Learning more that night than in a life
before.
Still dressed, he was hard, and I really wanted to do something for
him, so I slowly move down. I looked at his small cock, and kissed it.
I them put it in my mouth. I was able to take the whole thing since it
was so small. He stopped me and said, "Paula, I love you, and I want
this to be our honeymoon. I want to do for you as well as you for me."
With that, he spun around and we were in a 69. I came first. He pull
off just as I started to come, but he kept on pumping with his hand. I
kept his cock in my mouth. I wanted to find out what it was all about.
Soon Bobby came. I swallowed all I could. We both went in to the
bathroom to clean up I wasn't feeling self-conscious any more. I really
felt like a girl with her man.
I dressed in the nightgown and climbed in to our bed. Wow, our bed. As
we lay there, Bobby had his arms around me soon; we were back at it.
"Can I fuck you sweetheart?" I didn't say anything. I just moved around
on my back. Bobby got on top and we made love. After a short while, he
reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it to my hole. It wouldn't
go in and it hurt.
After a few tries, I told him, "Bobby, it won't go in. It hurts."
Wait, I have an idea, with that, he spit in his hand and put it all
over his dick, then he tried again. This time, it started to go in. I'm
glad he was so small, it hurt like hell, but soon Bobby was on top of
me, fucking away. Soon, real soon, he came. I could really feel in.
I'll never forget my first honeymoon.
Well the next Monday, it was all over school, I was a queer that tried
to come on to Tim, and been fucking Bobby for a year.
Authors Note: There is much more. If this works, and if you would like
it, I would like to continue the next story. Paul continues to dress.
He joins the Navy and finds a would out there, then he gets married.
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