Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2011 13:49:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transgender/Teen: Natalie's Pride and Joy

I stood there, mouth agape, as Mama spoke on the phone.  Her voice was
quite strong, and determined!

"Dick, is that you?  It's Margie from next door!"

"Oh Hello Margie, and how are you today?"

"A bit rattled, Dick.  You see I've had some problems with my boy Timmy,
you know him don't you?"

"Well, let''s see.  He's about ten years old I believe, sweet face,
excellent manners..."

"Yes Dick, that's him, but you see he is fourteen, quite small for his age!
And while he is well behaved he can still be a handful!  It's hard for a
single mother, raising a teenager.  I do try, Dick, really I do!"

"What can I do for you Margie?"

"I wonder if you could come right over.  I need some advice concerning
Timmy, and about the male libido."

Margie thought she heard the man gasp on the other end, but she couldn't be
sure.  Who better to help her with her problem than a real man?  Dick was a
bachelor, and obviously quite the ladies man, based on the the number of
females who would come and go from his house.  They quickly hung up.

"Mom!"

"What darling?  Mama needs some help from a man.  Now you go to your room
and wait for me to call you. Don't you dare change your clothing or
appearance.  Do you hear me?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

Gosh, why was she so mad.  It's just for fun!  I sometimes like to sneak
into Mama's room when she's out and wear her things.  They are so cool,
silky and colorful and full of lace!  They are pretty to touch, and of
course to have them touching my body!  I like to pose in front of the
mirror, make cute faces, and dance around a little I guess.  It's all very
natural to me, you see.  So now she called our neighbor, Dick Worthington,
to ask him for help!

I don't know what the big deal is!  Daddy left a year ago, they had a
terrible fight, and he hasn't been back.  I miss him, we used to have such
fun together.  I'm not sure if it's like the fun most boys have with their
Daddys, but it sure was fun for us!  When Mama was out, Daddy would
disappear for awhile and then reappear in her clothes!  It was so much fun,
he would put on a fashion show for me as I clapped with glee!

I guess this started when I was pretty little because I always remember it.
I guess I was about seven or eight that things changed a bit and when Daddy
would dress up he would have me with him in Mama and Daddy's room.  He
swore me to secrecy based on our love for one another, and I never said
anything to Mama or anyone else.

Daddy first instructed me of the proper name and use for the most intimate
of my mother's undergarments.  I helped his into his brassieres, garter
belts and stockings as would a personal servant to royalty, and I loved it!
It was a thrill to handle these pretty things, and he would have me rub the
silk against my cheeks to feel how soft and sexy it was.  He laughed the
first time he saw me get erect over that thrill!  He told me it was
perfectly natural and I believed him, it certainly seemed natural to me.

Daddy taught me to call him Natalie when he was dressed., that he loved to
dress up for his "girly side" and after he was all dressed up in lingerie
and perhaps one of Mama's dresses, he would have me sit on his lap and we
would cuddle.  He would tell me what a sweet wonderful boy I was, and he
would kiss me softly, my breath taking in the faint scent of Chanel No. 5.
Sometimes Daddy, oops I mean Natalie, would gently stroke my arm or the
inside of my leg, and it would always make me hard in my undies, the tight
little white ones that Mama always bought for me.  It seemed unfair to me
that I had to wear the scratchy white cotton.

After cuddle time he would excuse himself to his room.  I could hear little
moans and an occasional girlish shriek now an then, but when Daddy returned
he was no longer Natalie and life went on.  He and Mama fought often, and
he was the one who usually gave in.  She could be really mean, and I heard
her call him all kinds of names one night while I listened breathlessly in
my bed.  Names like queer, and cocksucker, and tranny whore.  I think once
or twice they heard me giggle.

I began to have dreams, weird dreams!  Daddy would give my my night time
vitamin, the one he said was special and between us, and send me off to
change for bed.  He would be the one to tuck me in, and he liked to tickle
me in funny places and make me scream.  He said I sounded just like a
little girl and I laughed, reminded of him dressing up with me and being
girly himself.  Gosh I sure did love my Daddy!

In some dreams I would be with Natalie, she would be dressed and I would be
dressed, we would hold hands, and other times I felt nude and that silky
fabrics were being slowly and seductively pulled over my naked body.  Often
I would wake from these dreams and be completely naked in bed with no
covers, or even wearing a pair of panties and I did not know where they
came from.  The funny thing is they fit me rather tightly, and weren't
Mama's.  I though maybe I was sleepwalking or something!  I should have
gotten rid of them, but they felt so nice when they touched my skin I
couldn't bear to get rid of them and I hid them in a place where I thought
no one would find them.  They became precious to me, all in pastels, pink,
lavender, peach...they were so frilly and feminine and I felt so happy and
excited whenever I wore them, and always erect in them, my little erection
bouncing around under the nylon tricot.

The other odd thing I felt those days was the certain feeling that during
the night I had shot my teen load, but there were no spots of semen on my
sheets, wet or dry!  I've only been spurting for a about a year but I
thought about it all the time, and those panties came in really handy when
I wrapped the silky panties around my cock and beat furiously!  There were
however some dried stains on my cheeks in the morning, and I began to think
I was stroking my little cock to orgasm and then wiping it on my face or
perhaps eating it in some dreamlike state.  Do I remember that, I'm not
sure, I remember something involving my mouth but who could say?  I was
afraid to tell my parents about my dreams, they'd think they had a perv for
a son!

So anyway, life went on until about a year ago when something really
dramatic happened!

Mama and I had to go out of town to her parents for a family visit.  Mama's
Aunt had remarried and Daddy found a work related excuse to not go along.
It was OK for me, I got to see some cousins, some younger and some older
than me.  We all got along well.  My cousins Becky and Katie were really
cute and wore really pretty clothes, pleated skirts and silky blouses.
They also had on tights I noticed.  I imagined how nice those clothes felt
and I felt myself get hard...really hard!

We drove home a day earlier than planned, one of my cousins was coming down
with a flu or something, and as we pulled into the drive we wondered who
the car belonged to that was parked out front on the street.  It was a big
car, a Lincoln, and it was really shiny and fancy.  Not something you would
usually see in our boring subdivision of modest ranch homes.

I ran into the house while Mama finished parking and gathering her things.
When I went into the house it was quiet, but I heard something!  I walked
down the hall, to where the noise was coming from.  My parents bedroom door
was partially open and I quietly pushed it open to see the most amazing
thing ever!

There was Natalie, wearing a shoulder length red wig and was dressed in her
favorite of Mama's corsets, a gold silk one with black trim.  I could see
her penis dangling, bobbing really, between her legs and I noted that my
father was shaved between his legs, in fact he appeared to be smooth shaven
everywhere else, and I wondered what Mama would say?  A strange man in the
house, fucking Daddy?

Natalie was bent slightly forward, all made up really pretty, and I heard
her grunting a little and moaning, her eyes closed.  I looked at her
bouncing erect cock lovingly, wanting to see it, to play with it perhaps
kiss it, what odd feelings!  I pushed the bedroom door open wider and then
another person came into view!

It was a man, a big black man, and from his position I could see he was
fucking my dear father from behind, ramming his big cock in and out like a
machine.  He's the one who saw me, jumped and then smiled at me.  The man
could see me looking lovingly at his sissy's hard meat, and then back at
his face.  I was sure the man knew what I was thinking, and that he somehow
knew I liked the silky girly clothes too.  Daddy's eyes were still closed,
I could see smoky colored eye makeup on her lids and tears dripping down
her face as she took the big black man's cock!  The scene burned into my
mind, and I felt my little boicock stiffen up!

I should have said something but I was shocked!  And it was barely thirty
seconds before my Mama walked up behind me and peered into the room to see
what was going on!  The shocked look on Daddy's made up sissy face was
priceless when he realized his wife and son were seeing him getting fucked
from behind like a common slut!

All hell broke loose!  I stepped aside and watched open mouthed as Mama
called my Daddy every name in the book and began to scream and then attack
the big black man, hitting his big strong arms with her small fists!  He
just laughed and told us that he was just doing what was necessary –
giving "his bitch" what she needed, and suggested maybe she or even I
wanted some of his big black pussypleaser too!  It was awfully big, I
guessed it at about twelve inches, and he hadn't cum yet!  I was shocked
and Mama just screamed and called him a filthy bastard!  Daddy was crying
and trying to pry himself from Louis, but he had none of it!  He just
pulled her tight and Mama ran from the room.  I stood there and watched,
watched him finish with my father.

Louis began a conversation with me as I watched him fuck the hell out of
Natalie's ass.  I knew it was uncomfortable for her, she wanted him to
stop.  She...it was my father for heavens sake!...my father all dolled up
and pounded up the butt!

"See little boy, your tranny Daddy takes cock just like a real woman.  You
like that, seeing him getting fucked?"

"Yes"

"Yes what, sonny?"

"Yes Sir"

"That's better.  You should always appreciate your betters, son.  Someday
you might be just like your Daddy, would you like that?  You know a strong
black man is always superior to a white sissy, to all white men, don't
you?"

Daddy spoke up!

"Louis, don't talk to my son like that!"

Louis slapped Daddy's ass hard, like three times, and he yelped in pain!

"Bitch, don't you ever tell me what to do.  I was just having a nice talk
with the little white boy!  You may not notice it but his eyes are big as
saucers at the sight of a hard cock, even your pathetic white worm!  I'm
just trying to make sure the boy knows his place!"

Daddy just whimpered and begged Louis to shoot inside him and get it over
with!

"Come closer little boy, and see what a manpussy looks like when its been
turned into a fuckhole!"

I went closer, fascinated and stood right next to him as he pulled his big
slippery meat out of Daddy's hole, right to the big purple tip, then he
shoved the monster all the way back in until Daddy squealed and I gasped!
I couldn't imagine what that must feel like!  Louis was right, Daddy's hole
was really wide and looked loose, like a pussy I guessed!"

"You see little boy, some men are meant to do the fucking, and some men are
meant to get fucked.  I wonder which you will be?"

I looked into his eyes, wide eyed and full of obvious intensity as I
imagined what it must be like to be all dressed up and having a big man
like that use me for his pleasure!  Louis encouraged me to hold onto his
shaft as it withdrew and then help feed it into my Daddy's hole, and I did
what he told me.  Louis just laughed.

"Yes, that's it!  Hold a real man's cock, help me fuck her.  Maybe you'd
like to have this inside you, too, someday!"

I looked up at him, let go of his cock suddenly at the thought of that huge
cock inside me, tearing me apart!

Mama came back from whatever she went to scream, and seeing the fucking
reaching a climax based on the intensity of Louis fucking, and the girlish
shrieks of her husband as he was bred caused her to react.  She grabbed me
and dragged me to the living room, where I was instructed to sit on the
couch.  She interrogated me, holding my arm very tightly!  Had I ever seen
Daddy dressed like a woman?  I was scared and said no.  Of course we know
the truth is quite another matter.

Daddy finally came out of the bedroom, looking freshly fucked and quickly
put back together, and was followed by Louis who stood behind him as he
addressed us, his family.

He told us that he was to be a girl from now on, that he was Louis' bitch.
Louis was going to take him away from us and turn him into his housemate
and "party girl".  I was shocked that Daddy would love being a submissive
sissy to this strong black man, that he would choose that over a life as a
husband and father!  I'm sure Mama did too, as she just didn't know what to
say.

That's when it all began.  That's when Daddy left, when Mama retreated into
herself for the following year while I ran wild, the year I became obsessed
with dressing up and wanking, and began experimenting with my body.  I
wasn't satisfied with just dressing in Mama's clothes so I got my own, at
resale shops and even swiped some undies and things from relatives and a
from a few clotheslines.  Particularly the cousins I told you about, one of
them caught me once in her panties and this cute little bra of hers, but
that's a story for another day!

Perhaps Mama could stand watching her sissified husband sashay out of the
house with a big strong man, to not return.  She gave up on him and tried
to distance us from him and his new life.  But...

I'm still her baby in her mind, and since she's realized that I myself love
to dress girly, and am reluctant to listen to her and to stop, it seems
necessary to her to have our poor neighbor Dick come over and see me
dressed this way, to make me embarrassed I guess, to shame me.  Mama told
me not to change my clothing, but she didn't tell me I couldn't freshen my
makeup!  I looked into the mirror and smiled at the soft sweet face of a
young sissy.  A bit more blush I think, and a fresh coat of lipstick, dark
pink, was in order.  There, that's nice!  Natalie would be proud of me!