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How I Was Turned Into A Little Girl Pt 1 free porn video
How I Became Girlie. Pt 1.
Is this a piece of fiction? You'll be wondering after you read it.
NO, it is not and to the best of my memory, this is exactly how it
occurred back then. Nowadays I'm a very well adjusted post-op transsexual
who is shortly going to hit the big "Four O". This story and a few later
chapters are being written, not only for my enjoyment but to also explain
how my 2nd life actually began.
WARNING TO UNDERAGED READERS. Under aged people should not read this
story? So if you ARE underage, please stop reading it NOW, turn off your
computer, and go out into the lounge room and watch some TV or play a
board game or something.
For those of you that can legally read this story, there isn't much sex
in the story (come on....I was only 10 years old when this story takes
place for goodness sakes). I hope you enjoy it and perhaps may like to
read about me in later chapters and about how I grew up.
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My memory simply can't recall the exact moment in time when thoughts of
me being a girl actually happened, or when I first actually started
wearing girls underwear. It may have been when I was around 2 to 3 years
old.
However, I CAN recollect that my babysitter (Aunty Ann god bless her) use
to take her daughters old underwear (she was 5 years older than me) and
put me in a pair of her panties when I was being toilet trained and I'd
had an accident and needed to be changed into something clean.
Anyway, Aunty Ann's daughter, Wendy was just like having a sister, and as
I only had an older brother in my own family, she was to my way of
thinking, my big sister way back then (and remained so until she died
less than 30 years later). Her older brothers always treated me as if I
was the baby of their family and they often knew about my little
accidents and that I sometimes had to wear their sister's "bloomers"
around the house.
Besides, most of Wendy's old panties were plain white cotton and apart
from the edged lacing around the legs and the little pink bow at the
front, didn't seem much different to small boy's tight whites.
Anyhow, once my trousers were back on me they use to hide them and apart
from my Aunty Ann, no one who saw me passing them in the street could
have known I was wearing panties back then. Sometimes, when the washing
was all hung out on the line, Aunty Ann had had to use a pair of Wendy's
soft satin feeling panties, if they were the only ones available. And I
think it would be fair to say that THEY certainly didn't look like boys
underwear.
Those panties felt entirely different on me when I had to wear them,
especially when I had to wear them while walking up to the shops with my
Aunt. They were often pale pink in colour, felt very soft and slippery
to wear and shiny to look at and had frilled lacings on the leg openings.
Although I was very young back then (and could never had known about or
understood sexual feelings), it always felt very funny wearing them and
that wasn't just from the nice feeling they gave me snuggling against my
little balls and penis.
It would be true to say, that in a way, I was always a bit sad when I had
to change back into my own underwear, after they'd been washed and dried,
but eventually I learned to control my bladder and mastered toilet
training, so my earliest cross dressing was quickly over and done with.
My early days being babysat were always fond memories to me before I
started going to kindergarten. My father had walked out on my mother when
she was expecting me and because she had to go out to work, she paid a
woman to look after me. Fortunately, Aunty Ann, as I always knew her, was
a wonderful person and until the day she died, some 35 years later, she
was always my Aunty Ann. I was brought up in their family environment
surrounded by my sister Wendy, and her 3 brothers, but because of the age
differences, my life ways a little bit lonely.
Perhaps unknowingly and subconsciously my pre kindergarten days, which
consisted of following my Aunty around as her little helper, may have
influenced my lifestyle as I grew up, especially on wash days, which use
to occur several times a week back in those days. My clearest memories
were of catching the clothes as they came off the wringer and placing
them into the wash basket, which to my mind was almost as important as
pegging them up on the clothes line.
I especially liked catching Wendy's clothes and putting them into the
basket and I'd usually wonder what panties she was wearing that day.
Strange that I use to think that, but that's how I seem to recall it all
these years later on.
Time progressed on and I began kindergarten, then through infant's school
until I got to class 4 in primary school. By that time I was aged 10 and
Wendy was 15 and going to high school. I had no idea what puberty was all
about back then, although I had noticed that Wendy seemed to have changed
in her behavior as well as in her appearance. She'd always worn dresses,
even when we played hide and go seek in the back yard when I was 4 or 5,
but when she was about 12 or so, she seemed to become extremely moody
every so often and she wasn't interested in playing games in the back
yard any more and always seemed to be on the phone talking to one of her
girl friends from school. She also seemed to look a lot different in her
clothes and I'd noticed the swellings around her chest and even "I" knew
that she was turning into a girl, just like her mother, Aunty Ann.
One day I was feeling very nauseous and didn't feel up to going to
school, so mum told me to go round to Aunty Ann's and she'd pick me up on
her way home from work. However, on that day, Wendy wasn't feeling well
either and was also staying at home, so it was her who answered the door
when I knocked. I told her and then Aunty Ann that I wasn't feeling too
well and that mum had told me to come round and stay with them until she
got home from work that night. This wasn't unusual and Aunty Ann simply
got a pillow and blanket and had me lay down on the lounge in the TV room
and told me to try and have a sleep, while Wendy watched the TV.
About 11 o'clock in the morning, Aunty Ann announced she was going to the
shops and that she'd be home by about 1 and then proceeded to head out
the front door reminding both of us not to let any strangers into the
house if they knocked at the door.
About 10 minutes later, Wendy walked over to the lounge and asked me if I
could help her out with her biology school work, and then sternly told me
that it was important that I kept it all a secret and could never tell
anyone, not even my own brother or mother. I solemnly promised her that I
wouldn't tell anyone, ever, and with that she said she'd be back in a
moment, but told me to take all my clothes off and sit on the end of the
lounge while she got something that she needed.
I was a bit surprised at her instructions, but I was so keen to help my
big sister Wendy in any way that I could, so I quickly took off all my
clothes and sat on the edge of the couch, naked, expectantly looking out
of the TV room door for her to reappear.
When she did I gasped a little bit in surprise. Wendy was only wearing a
white bra and a pair of pink satin panties and the panties were almost
see through, because I could see a dark sort of patch that looked like
hair at the front of them. She told me to stand up as she then sat on the
lounge, and then told me to stand in front of her. I quickly stood up and
moved in front of her, to which she then told me to stand very close to
her.
She then proceeded to look very closely at my little penis, staring at it
while hardly appearing to breath. I had a little bit of trouble keeping
my balance standing as rigidly as I was and swayed from side to side a
little bit.
"Stand still" she hissed, and in a whimpering voice I told her that I
couldn't keep my balance so in a quiet and soothing voice she told me
that she was sorry, but she still continued to silently stare closely at
my little penis.
"You like me looking at you like this, don't you" she gently whispered to
me as she maintained her gaze on my penis, and I became embarrassed and
started to become hard. You're getting a little stiffy with me staring at
you tiny prick, aren't you" she asked me excitedly.
"Yes Wendy, I am" as my body was beginning to sway more pronounced from
the feelings rushing around inside of me. She then told me to move to one
side of her as she then stood up and took a cushion and propped it on the
side of the couch and the floor and proceeded to sit down on the floor
and sat propped up against the lounge, before she raised her knees up and
slightly parted her legs.
She then told me to stand either side of her legs and slowly lean back.
As I did, I felt her raised knees rest against my bottom to stop me from
falling over backwards as she proceeded to again stare at my tiny little
penis which was now sticking straight out in front of me as stiff as it
could get.
All the delicious feelings inside of me started to return and I was
getting light headed, leaning back against her knees with my hands
holding onto the back of her raised legs in an effort to stay upright.
I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me with a huge smile on her face
and I felt gloriously happy that she was smiling at me. After a few more
minutes, I seemed to secrete just a little bit of clear fluid from the
end of my penis and she sternly told me to tell her if I wanted to go to
the toilet. I simply panted that I'd tell her if I did. She then took one
both of her hands to help keep me upright.
I noticed that her panties were a much darker colour and that they
appeared to be damp between her legs, and what looked like she a split
between her legs was there. As Wendy stood up, she told me to get
dressed.
For reasons I simply didn't know about back then, I had a feeling of
excitement and frustration in the pit of my stomach and a sense of
feeling, unfinished in some way. I didn't feel used (I was only 10 after
all) but I had so wanted her to play with my penis or something and so I
started to sniffle and sob.
Wendy was walking out of the TV room when she turned back around and told
me to follow her outside. I mumbled a reply of sorts as I started to
slowly follow her.
She stopped and turned around sighing in what I know today would have
been termed an exaggerated manner, and told me she had a surprise for me
but if I sulked I wouldn't find out what it was. I gathered up all my
courage and asked why "I" had had to take off all my clothes and she
didn't have to.
She came back over and grabbed my hand and sat us both down on the couch,
then looked me directly in the eyes and told me that she had needed to
have me take all my clothes off, so she could see if what she had learnt
at school was correct or not. She then explained to me, that her teacher
had told her and the class not to practice this experiment at home
without wearing 'some' clothes.
But because I had been so good this morning she told me, AND I HAD
PROMISED that I would never tell anyone about what we were doing today,
as a special treat for being so good, she'd let me see her naked.
"BUT only this once", she told me threateningly, to which she then
reached behind her back with both hands and suddenly her bra was in her
hands and her tits were visible right I front of me and she eased her
panties down towards her knees. I was mesmerized by the sight and (as any
child does) instinctively put a hand slowly out to touch her breasts.
"NO, don't touch them" she admonished me, and I quickly withdrew my hand.
But my face must have shown my hurt and disappointment, because she
sighed, made a face and then said, "Oh all right", and told me to give
her my hand. She was about to gently place my hand on her breast when the
pimple (I didn't know it was called a nipple back then) on it start to
stiffen and grow larger.
"Your pimples are SO much bigger than mine" I excitedly cried out, which
made Wendy quickly put my hand firmly back to my side and away from her
breast. I still had a rapt gaze of fascination on my face, because Wendy
was suddenly smiling at me, before she sarcastically asked me if I was
satisfied now, as she started to pull up her panties her legs.
"Wendy, where's YOUR stiffy. I can't see it AND you've got lots of hair
down there" I said to her, pointing to the front of her panties. "Can I
see your Willy, PLEASE", I begged her. She looked at me directly and told
me that girls don't have penis's or get stiffies either and are a lot
different than boys down there.
"PLEASE," I must have said in a wheedling tone. "Show me again what you
look like Wendy. I promise not to tell anyone that you showed me,
honest." With another one of those loud sighs, she moved her hands to the
waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs and off of
her feet, leaving them lying on the carpet.
"Where's your Willy I cried out? AND you've got hair down there. I don't
have hair down there" I exclaimed out loud. "How can a girl wee without a
Willy?" Wendy took my hand and then gently brushed it against her hair,
telling me that she'd guide my hand. "There, now you've felt my hair and
you know that I don't have a Willy," she said as she moved my hand away.
"But how do you wee then?" I asked her with childish curiosity
"Would you like to look a little bit closer" she said as she lay down on
the couch and slightly parted her legs. I excitedly nodded my head and
dropped down onto my hands and knees and leaned my head closer to her
parted thighs and stared in amazement.
"Don't you touch, just look" she told me in that firm tone of voice that
she had. After about a minute of staring at her and trying to see what
was down there, Wendy sat up stating that that was enough and it was time
to get dressed. I hurriedly picked up her bra and panties and handed her
the bra, which she slipped her shoulders into the straps of and reached
behind her to put it on.
"Wendy. Why is it that girls get to wear such nice soft underwear and
boys don't?" I asked her, as I gently rubbed her panties against the side
of my face, in complete rapture at the so soft and slippery feelings
against my cheek.
Wendy had put her bra on and was about to reach out and take her satin
pink panties when she stopped and looked at me very closely. "Do you like
the feel of my panties?" she gently asked me.
"Mmmm, they're so very soft and just so nice and pretty" I replied, as I
started to hand them over to her. She grabbed them from me before
suddenly grabbing me and turning me quickly around as she told me to put
them on and to wear them for the rest of the day and change back into my
own before I left to go home.
"I know," she suddenly cried out, "let's play girl's dress up" Wendy said
excitedly. I'll wear your undies and you can wear mine", and she
proceeded to grab my white underpants and slide them up her legs. I eased
hers past my feet and slowly slid them up my legs, reveling in the so
soft feel of the satin and pulled them up tight before turning back
around and facing her again.
"Wendy, your panties are damp. Have you had an accident in them because
they're all damp and sticky" I said as I reached down to touch the crotch
of them. Wendy bent down and took me by the shoulders and stared close
into my face and smiled at me.
"Steven, I promise, I haven't had an accident in them," Wendy smilingly
assured me. "When you get to high school you'll eventually find out in
biology classes why the ones your wearing now are a little bit damp at
the moment. But don't worry, they'll be dry soon. Grab the rest of your
clothes and follow me to the bedroom" she told me as she walked out of
the lounge room.
I picked up the rest of my clothes and rushed to follow her out the door.
The feel of the soft, damp, shiny pink satin of her panties rubbing
against my little balls and penis, sending absolutely glorious shivers
through my spine and starting to give me another little stiffy.
"Mum will be home from the shops in about an hour" Wendy remarked as I
entered her bedroom. "So if we want to play dress ups, we'll have to be
quick" and turning to face me, she reminded me again in no uncertain
tones, that what we were doing was to be our special secret and that no
one could ever find out, because we might get the strap laid on each of
us, before she turned back and reached into her wardrobe. She came out
holding a bright yellow dress and hung it up on the bed head.
"I'd better change back into a pair of my own knickers" Wendy suddenly
said. And with that she pulled my white underpants down and off of her
and wriggled into a pair of dark red cotton panties she'd taken out of
the drawer. "Put your undies back in your shorts pocket so you can change
into them in the toilet, before you go home," she told me and so I began
to pick them up and stuff them into my shorts side pocket. "Leave mine in
the toilet for me and I'll get them back that way."
"Now, let's see if we can make you look like a little princess" she said
turning towards me holding the Yellow dress. "Turn around, arms raised up
high" and she proceeded to put the dress over my head and ease it down
over my head, onto my shoulders and let it drop down from there. As I
lowered my arms, Wendy started to straighten out the dress, circling
around me, tugging a little bit here and there until she was satisfied.
"Now put on these shoes and socks" she said and handed me a pair of
dainty white shoes and small anklet socks. The shoes had a buckle strap
on them and Wendy proceeded to bend down and tighten the buckles for me,
before standing back up to face me with a beaming smile on her face.
"Oh...Kay" Wendy remarked as she pondered for a moment. "We need to do
something about that hair" and reached for the brush on her sideboard.
"Let me look at myself" I said in an excited voice. "Let me see what I
look like".
"NOT YET!" Wendy cried out. "Let me finish you and then you can see what
you look like. Just show some patience, young lady". I must have
harrumphed or something, because Wendy muttered "keep still and stop
being a spoilt little bitch," as she started to brush my hair around my
head pinning it up with an occasional bobby pin.
"Now for a head band" she said, and reached across to her vanity and
grabbed something and before I realized it, a yellow head band was being
slid onto my head and positioned just back behind my ears. Standing back
Wendy remarked to no one in particular, "Yes, we're getting there, almost
finished. Just a touch of lippy and we're done", before reaching for a
small metal tube and turning the bottom of it and telling me to pout my
lips, stand still and keep quiet.
"This lipstick will come off very quickly, if you wash your face with
soap and rub your lips with your hand a few times" Wendy told me as I
felt something a little bit greasy get rub onto my lips. "Now go like
this" she said and I sucked my mouth in slightly several times. "There,
NOW you look like a young girl" Wendy said as she told me to close my
eyes and not to open them until she said to, and she directed me towards
the floor length mirror. "O.K. you can open them now... SURPRISED?"
I gasped in complete disbelief. Looking back at from the mirror was a
young girl like face, in a yellow dress, with soft pink lips, hair swept
back and small dainty white socks in a pair of white shoes with just a
little bit of heel on them. "WOW, is that really me?" I asked out loud
and starting to lift the hem of my dress slightly while practicing
curtseys at the mirror and pouting my face to try and look as girlie as
possible. Wendy's reflection in the mirror showed her smiling broadly and
telling me what a cute little girl I made.
"You can be the sister I never had" Wendy told me. "I'll just get dressed
and we'll nip out into the front garden and let you feel what it's like
to be a girl."
"But, I simply can't call you Steven when you look this pretty. I'm just
going to have to call you Stephanie, and that's what I'll call you from
now on, whenever we're alone," and with that she popped on a dress and
told me to follow her as we headed for the front door.
"Stay here while I look up and down the street to see if anyone is
coming" Wendy told me and she headed for the front gate. She looked up
and down the street before calling out to me. "OK Stephanie, you can come
out and play if you want."
And as for me....... I WAS IN AN ABSOLUTE GIRLIE HEAVEN.
After about 10 minutes of walking around the front garden in the dress
Wendy had put on me, all the while enjoying feelings in my body which I
couldn't begin to imagine or describe back then, when Wendy informed me
that I'd better nip back inside and change back into my boy clothes. AS
sad as I felt, I knew she was right.
I'd got changed and been dressed in my boy's clothes and washed my face
for about 5 minutes when Aunty Ann came back in with the shopping. That
was close!
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