Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2010 13:13:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transgender: Darla/Darla 7

Well there's no doubt about it!  Norman is a cock sucking little sissy, and
I'm SO glad!  I just knew it -- from the moment I saw him peeking at me in
my sissy scout uniform to the first time we kissed I just knew he wasn't a
real boy, and discovering his little stiffy hiding in his mother's silky
panties confirmed all my suspicions!

As we laid on my pretty pink bedspread among all my stuffed animals,
kissing and giggling, our erections strained against our silky panties.  We
had each already shot a delicious load of sissy goo down our throats but
our little orbs were filling back up with more sissy sperm to be digested
and I spun around on the bed to get into a 69 position with Normie.  He
mimicked my actions, and as I licked his hard little cock through his
panties while rubbing his smooth stocking clad legs he did the same to me,
and soon we were writhing on my bed moaning like two bitches in heat!  I
slipped the panties down and as I sucked him into my mouth I took two wet
fingers and began to work them into his tight little butt.  You should have
seen him squirm!  Following my lead he wet his finger and did the same to
me and it was just too exciting to be pumping into a hot mouth as our holes
were poked and prodded!

Normie came first and I managed to not spill a drop of his yummy com!
There were at least six strong shots of his goo followed by some dribbles
which I eagerly lapped up like a bee gathers nectar.  The excitement of
swallowing his juices made me spurt myself, and Normie struggled to keep
all of it in his mouth and not dribble onto my bedspread.  Considering
Normie is a novice sissy and cocksucker I'd say he did pretty well, and the
staining on my spread was minimal thank goodness!  I hate sticky bedding!

After our cums I laid next to Normie and cuddled up to him, gently rubbing
his hard little nipples through the silky camisole.

"Normie, you're really good at that you know...pleasuring I mean."

"Gee thanks, Darla.  I really like it!  I like being a sissy with you!"

"Do you like it enough to join the scout troop, and to "explore your
potential" as Scout Mistress Roberta says?"

"Oh, I'd love that!  To dress up all pretty like the other girls!  But I'm
afraid my mother would never approve!  She's much too conservative!"

"Well we'll talk to her together...you never know about people!  Do you
think your mother would want you to live a lie?  After all, you're not a
real boy are you Norman?  You're a sissy like me!"

I know from experience that sometimes the people who are uptight or claim
to be really conservative can be pretty kinky!  "You can't judge a book
from it's cover!", that's what my Mama says and she's right I think.

"Darla, I know I'm different from other boys, and they catch me looking at
them in the shower at school.  They pick on me and call me names!"

"Well when you're a full fledged sissy they will look at you differently
sweetie!  And you'll be happier when you're acting and dressed the way you
feel inside!  C'mon let's get dressed and go talk to your mother!"

I dressed back in my scout uniform and helped Normie to dress in one of my
pretty dresses.  I helped him slip on a full petticoat over the camisole,
garter belt, stockings and panties he was wearing.  He giggled with delight
as the crinkly petticoat fell over him and he twirled around!  I had to
make him stand still so I could get the dress on him!

The dress is a lovely apple green silk party dress that my aunt bought me
for Christmas.  I pulled it over his head and it fit well across the
shoulders and I got his arms through the short capped sleeve openings, but
as it fell over him I realized it was a bit short on him.  The dress should
fall just above the knees but since Normie is taller the dress barely
covered his panties and garter belt straps!  It looked so cute on him
though...very little girlish!  The peter pan collar and trim on the dress
was white cotton and there were white buttons sewn on the front of the
dress though it zipped up from the rear.  I had Normie turn around so I
could zip him up.

"Stop fidgeting honey, I can't zip up the dress!"

"I can't help it Darla, this dress is SO pretty!"

I giggled at his childlike enthusiasm!  Normie was finally letting himself
free, to be the sissy he was inside.  Being able to express yourself is so
important and liberating, don't you think?  I beamed with pride!  The
scouts have taught me so much, and sharing what I've learned with someone
like Norman is ever so gratifying!

Well Normie was the picture of sissy perfection except for one thing...and
kind of a big thing at that...his hair!  The poor dear had a very short
haircut and unless I did something he would look like a boy in a dress, and
that just wouldn't do!  I went to my closet and pulled out the shoulder
length red wig that I sometimes use for dress up.  It's a pretty wig, with
soft curls that fall upon your shoulders, and I slipped it over Norman's
head as he gasped with excitement.  I pulled him before the mirror and he
admired himself as I gently combed it and it looked SO sweet on him!  We
still needed something....ah yes, a little makeup!

I applied a sweet pale pink blush to his cheeks and a little lavender
colored eye shadow to his lids.  I carefully applied a deep rose shade of
lipstick as Normie pursed his lips for me and then I admired my handiwork.

Not bad!  Not bad at all!  Normie actually looked good enough to eat...and
I should know as I've eaten him twice already...the taste of his cummies
were still in my mouth!

Poor Norman was a bit in shock, his sissy dreams fulfilled!  There he was
before the mirror, a very pretty red haired girl in a pretty apple green
short silk dress!  I had him step into some low wedge shoes and made him
practice walking.  I found he had a natural sway to his hips when he walked
and was already quite girly!

"Oh Darla look!  I'm pretty...I'm a pretty girl!"

"You sure are, sweetie!  Wait until your mother sees you!"

"Gosh Darla, I'm scared!  She won't approve!"

"Don't be silly, sissy darling!  You look lovely!  We'll find a way to make
her accept you as you truly are!  She love you, doesn't she?  You see this
badge on my uniform, Normie?"

"Which one, the one with the little fish with the big smile on it's face?"

"Yes!  That's my cuntlapping badge!  If all else fails I'll have you hold
her down while I pleasure her until she's too weak to object!"

"Wow!  You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, Normie!  I do prefer having a cock in my mouth, but I did earn this
badge in bringing women oral pleasure as well, and no one can resist me
when I get my mouth and tongue going!"

With a few giggles we left the house and walked hand in hand down the
street and over to Normie's house.  Normie lived in the older part of town,
where the old Victorian homes were.  I could sense Normie becoming more
nervous and I assured him everything would be all right!

"Just let me do most of the talking, Norman!  I'm sure your mother will
come around!"

Stepping onto the front porch of the small tidy little Tudor home we held
hands as I rang the door buzzer.  I wondered what his mom would say when
seeing her some all made up and dressed so pretty.  Norman was shaking a
bit but I admired his courage, as well as his shapely legs in those sheer
stockings!

"Yes, what is it?"

The imposing figure of Mrs. Thatcher peered over her wire glasses to
scrutinize our appearance.  She was a tall woman and dressed very
conservatively is a 50s fashion lavender cotton dress which fell just below
the knee.  She wore a white cardigan sweater over it which was buttoned
only at the top.  Her hair was in a tight little bun and I wondered at how
tight and painful that hairdo seemed pulled and wrapped around her head.
She seemed to wear no makeup at all.  You may remember dear Reader that I
met her and a companion out in front of the church downtown when I was out
selling cookies and candies and she was quite curt with me!

"Oh it's you again...and a friend I see.  What is it?  Are you trying to
sell me something?"

"Oh no, Ma'am.  I was wondering if we could step inside and have a word
with you!"

"Whatever for?  You're that sissy scout aren't you?  I have no time for
such foolishness!"

"Please, Ma'am.  Do you recognize my friend here?"

Mrs. Thatcher looked hard at Normie in his sissy drag and then I saw her
jaw drop and her face go white as a ghost!

"Good heavens!  Norman!  What on earth are you doing in that getup?  Get in
here at once before someone sees you...both of you!"

Mrs. Thatcher grabbed our arms and hurried us inside the house.  I found we
were standing in her living room, which was very prim and proper -- just as
tidy and restrained as one would expect from the pillar of society Norman's
mother perceived herself to be.

Mrs. Thatcher placed her hands on her hips and her face turned red!

"Norman, answer me!  Why in heaven's name are you dressed this way?"

"Because I'm a sissy Mother!"

I chimed in.  "Mrs. Thatcher, Norman is a sissy and this is the way sissies
dress!  He loves to wear silky pretty things and to bring happiness to
others.  Isn't that right, Norman?  Twirl for your mother!"

Normie twirled around in the pretty green dress enjoying the thrill of the
breeze under his skirts and crinkly petticoat!  Mrs. Thatcher seemed to
clutch her throat and fell back to the sofa, where she fainted dead away!

"Is she dead?"

"No silly, she just fainted.  Get her a glass of water, Normie.  And I'll
fan her head with my hankie!"

Norman returned with a glass of water and as I gently waved my white lace
hankie over her forehead Mrs. Thatcher regained consciousness.  He held the
glass to her lips and she sipped.

"Thank you dear.  My this is a shock!  Now take off those ridiculous things
and put your boy clothes back on at once!"

Norman stamped his feet like a toddler!

"No Mommy, I won't, I won't, I won't!"

"Why Norman you're acting like a...."

I finished her sentence.

"Like a sissy Ma'am.  Norman is a sissy and you need to accept it!"

"How dare you talk to me like this, you little strumpet!  Get out!  Get out
of my house and leave my son alone!"

With that Norman jumped up on his mother straddling her chest with his
stockinged legs.  His silky skirt bunched up around his waist and
Mrs. Thatcher gasped at the sight of his little peeny straining against a
pretty pair of silky panties!

"How dare you talk to my friend Darla like that!  She's the only one who
understands me!  Get her Darla...think of your patch and make her listen to
us!  I'll hold her down!"

I could see as Mrs. Thatcher wiggled that Norman rode higher and higher on
her frame until his pantied crotch was dangerously close to his mother's
face.  I crawled between her legs, spread them wide and pushed up her
skirt.  I knew if I licked up her leg and then tasted her cunny and ate it
really good she would just melt!  Her inner thigh was warm and smooth and I
licked closer and closer to her inner sanctum as she writhed beneath us.
Norman was doing a really good job of holding her down and as I reached her
panties I was delighted to see that they were so pretty!  Pale pink vanity
fairs, I believe, and they were of the finest quality.  I ran my tongue
over them and quickly realized there was something in them that shouldn't
be there!

Mrs. Thatcher had a cock!

It wasn't a big cock, but I know a cock when I taste one!  I squealed with
delight and pulled her panties aside to free the hot little prick from the
silky confines and took it into my mouth!  I looked up to see that Norman
had crept ever further up onto Mrs. Thatcher and it appeared he was
thrusting, or at least rubbing his cock against her lips!  Mrs. Thatcher
went limp and surrendered to her desires!

As Norman moaned his mother took her son's cock into her mouth and began to
suck!  Mrs. Thatcher was hung small, just like her son, and I proceeded to
lick and suck with glee!

I pulled my mouth off her cock long enough to break the news to Norman!

"Normie, turn around and look what I found!"

Norman, his hard little cock being sweetly sucked, turned around and I
could see the lust in his eyes, which only got bigger as he realized his
mother had been hiding a penis inside her panties.  The realization that
his mother was really his father, and the thoughts that he had inherited
his sissy genes quite naturally flooded through his mind!  As his mouth
gaped he began to cum!

"Oh yeah!  Swallow my cum, mommy!  Do it. Taste your little girl's cummies!
I'm going to be a girl now, and you're going to help me!  Things are going
to be changing around here!  You've lied to me my whole life and now you're
going to make up for it!"

As soon as Normie finished unloading his sissy sperm he slid down his
mother's frame and joined me there on the floor between her legs.
Mrs. Thatcher was limp now, succumbing to lust and the discovery of her
true nature.  I got so hard when Norman reached out with his tongue to lick
the head of her sticky cock!  I joined him and we each licked up one side
of her smoothly shaved shaft.  It was a thin cock, but bone hard and
beautifully arched with an almost plum like purple head.  We giggled like
schoolgirls as we took turns licking and sucking her leaking prick.
Mrs. Thatcher was moaning and stretching her back we could tell she was
close.  In deference to family I began to lick her smooth scrotum and let
Norman suck down his mother's load of cum.

As Mrs. Thatcher grunted and filled her son's throat I smiled knowing I had
brought this family so much closer!  That's what being a sissy scout is all
about really, bringing people together -- and encouraging every individual
to reach their potential!  I knew Norman's mother would support him in
joining the sissy scouts, and that both of them would now be taking care of
each other's needs!

As Norman gently nursed on his mother's softening cock I pulled my own hard
little sissyclit out of my panties and stroked it with delight!  I shot my
goo all over Norman's face and his mother's cock, and he licked it all up
like a true cumslut!

Satisfied with my meeting with Mrs. Thatcher I pulled my panties back up,
smoothed out my scout uniform and as I left the Thatcher home I could see
Mrs. Thatcher's soft pretty well manicured hands gently stroking Norman's
head, enjoying his oral talents.

Another Sissy Scout has been born!

Gosh, I just love being me!