Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 11:57:29 GMT
From: Lucy Roberts  <lucyrobertstv@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: A kind of daughter (TV; teen; MM, MF)

" A kind of daughter " by Lucy Roberts.
If you like this story please let me know, if you have ideas for
the next chapters let me know

Part One - many discoveries

Ian had the ball and crossed it over to Tom who took it neatly
in his stride and slid it into the net. The game was over. O.K.
it was only a game in that park amongst friends but they'd played
it like a cup final.

While the boys stood chatting they were approached by a man who
must have been in his early fifties.

"Hello boys," he said, "I've been watching the game and some of
you are pretty good. Who knows you could make footballers. I know
quite a bit about football."

The boys were impressed and very naïve. The man had them each
stand with one foot on the ball so that he could feel their thigh
muscles. Each one did it and was told how good they were.

When Ian did it the man made comment about his thigh muscles but
then under his breath said "Hmm nice panties."

Ian went cold. He'd forgotten that he'd put a pair of his sister's
panties on that morning and then in the rush to get out and play
football he'd forgotten.

Then the man said quietly, "stay behind when the others go."

As the others slowly drifted off home Ian stood still. His mind
was racing. What excuse could there be for a 14 year old to be
wearing pink nylon panties? The answer was none.

When they were alone the man turned to Ian and simply said, "I want
to see you at my house 14 Hallwood Rd in 15 minutes and be wearing
those panties."

Ian knew he had no alternative.

So 15 minutes later, having washed the mud off his knees and
combed his hair, Ian rang the door bell at 14 Hallwood Rd.

The man opened the door and let him in.

"So what's your name," he asked.

"Ian,"

"My name's Pete. Don't look so worried. I'm not going to eat
you," he added.

He took Ian through into the kitchen and gave him a drink
and some biscuits.

"Now look I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not going to tell
any one what I saw this morning I just want to help you. So
tell me about wearing panties."

Ian thought for a moment. Should he tell a pack of lies or the
truth? He looked at the man. Pete already knew he wore panties,
could the truth make it any worse? He didn't think so and if Pete
did want to help him that would be great.

So Ian explained about how some years ago he had first put on
his sister's panties. He relived before Pete how he'd really
enjoyed the feel of them and how from there he had gone on to
wearing other things. Finally he explained that now at times he
got fully dressed as a girl.

"Has any one ever seen you dressed as a girl?" Pete asked.

Ian shook his head.

"Could I see you in your panties?" he asked.

Ian hesitated. He wanted to say no but he also wanted to say yes.
He was scared of what might happen but he had long wanted some one
to see him as a girl. He wanted to run away but he wanted to stay
and do what the man asked.

So he stood up and took off his clothes. There he was standing in
just a pair of shiny nylon panties in a delicate shade of pink and
his face was a similar shade.

"You look very nice," said Pete. "You look so delicate. Not like
a macho footballer at all but just like a girl about to
blossom out."

Pete motioned and Ian moved towards him. Pet reached out a hand
and ran it over Ian's bottom, gently rubbing and squeezing the
soft flesh through the silky material.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

Ian would have liked to have said no but his little cockette
betrayed him by standing to attention. The truth was that he
did like it. No one had ever even seen him in panties before and
he had never thought of a man doing this to him but as it was
happening he was getting so excited. Now Pete's other hand had
gone to the front of his panties and was rubbing his hard
cockette through the nylon. Needless to say it didn't take long
before Ian could feel things happening and suddenly he issued a
stream of cum into the panties.

"I think you enjoyed that," Pete said, "I know I did. But you'd
better go and get cleaned up. Take the panties off and wash them
through in the bath room."

Pete showed him to the bathroom and Ian took off his panties and
washed them thoroughly. But he couldn't put them on and was
wondering what to do when Pete came into the bathroom.

"Here," he said, "giving Ian a small white thing, "here's a pair
of my wife's panties. Put these on and then you can get dressed.
You can bring them back some other time."

Ian did as he was told. The panties were a little big for him
but they were panties so he certainly wasn't complaining. He got
dressed and went back into the kitchen.

"Well thank you for coming," said Pete with a wry smile on his
face. "I'd like you to come back next Saturday morning. Would
you come?"

Ian hesitated but he knew he wanted to and nodded his agreement.

"Good make sure you bring something nice to wear won't you?"

With that Ian was shown out. He'd only been in the house for
about 30 minutes but in that time so much had changed.

For the next few days Ian didn't so much as look at a pair of
panties. He was worried about having been discovered and what
might happen but more he was worried about how he'd enjoyed
Pete touching him.

He still had the pair of white panties from Pete's wife but
it was Thursday before he took them out of their hiding place.

Ian stripped off his clothes and held the panties up in front
of his body. Should he or shouldn't he? The fear and excitement
tore at his stomach like two dogs pulling at a bone. Eventually
he lowered the panties towards the floor, slowly stepped into
them and pulled them up. He couldn't escape, it was his destiny.
He couldn't escape his desire to wear such things and he didn't
think he could escape Pete. In fact he wasn't sure he wanted to.

That night he went to bed wearing the panties and rubbed himself
slowly as he tried to recall Pete doing it.

There could be no doubt about it now, he would go back on Saturday
and he would look forward to it.

Next Saturday morning Ian awoke. He was excited about what lay
ahead and yet still apprehensive.

He had things ready. First he put on the same pink panties he had
worn last week. Over these he put on a pair of black tights he had
bought on Friday. He didn't have a dress and yet wanted to wear
something else so he'd taken one of his sister's nighties. It was
little more than a long pink t shirt but had the effect of covering
his bottom and looked a bit like a dress. Over this he put his
ordinary clothes.

Soon he found himself knocking on the door again.

This time it was opened by a woman. She was pleasant looking.

"You must be Peter's friend. I'm Myra his wife come on in."

Ian went in and was taken again to the kitchen where Pete was
sitting reading the paper.

"Hello again," he said.

It all seemed a bit surreal to Ian. What was going on? Did the
wife know what Pete had done to him last week? Was he meant to
get undressed in front of her?

It was Myra who ended the confusion.

"Pete told me about last Saturday," she said. "Have you got some
nice clothes on today?"

Ian nodded.

"May we see you in them," she asked.

Well that was why he was here and so he pulled off his jumper
and shirt, undid his trousers and pulled off his shoes and socks
and stood there in the nightie/dress.

"Why you look lovely dear," said Myra and took him in her arms and
gave him a big hug.

"Why don't we all go and sit in the lounge and talk?" Myra
suggested.

Ian found himself sat on the sofa next to Myra.

She asked him questions about himself. About the foods he liked
and the TV programmes he watched. She asked him about his family.
Finally she got him to explain about his wearing girl's clothes.

It was then that Ian, unsure of what was going on in him and
around him began to sob.

Myra put her arms round him and held him

"There's no need to cry," she cooed to him. "We don't think you
are odd and we are not going to hurt you in any way. We realise
you can't sit at home dressed like a girl but we are happy for
you to be here dressed as you wish. I think you make a lovely girl."

As Myra spoke she held him with one arm and rubbed his leg gently.

"I don't understand how I feel," Ian whispered through his sobs,
"and sometimes I hate myself for being like this."

"So why don't you just stop?" Myra asked.

"I can't," Ian sighed. "I have tried to stop a few times but I
always end up going back to my sister's drawers and wearing her
panties again. I just can't stop and I suppose deep down I don't
want to. But I'm worried that I'll be found out at home and now
I'm worried that you've found out."

"So we've found out and have we hurt you or told anyone," Myra
asked.

"No but you might."

"Ian, I can promise you we won't, and I'm afraid you are just
going to have to take our word that we won't tell anyone about y
ou and that we will never make you do anything you don't want to."

Ian just looked at her and then threw his arms round Myra and gave
her a hug.

After a few moments she unwrapped Ian's arms.

"Now I want to know why, after you came here last week you have
come back today, and not just wearing a pair of panties but a
dress and tights as well?"

Ian hesitated and then finally blurted it out, "I liked someone
seeing me in my panties and I liked what Pete did to me."

There it was out.

"That's fine," said Myra as she continued rubbing his leg,
"would you like me to do the same for you?" she asked.

Ian simply nodded.

Myra ran her hand slowly up under his dress until it rested on
his crotch. She began to gently fondle him.

"Come and stand in front of me," she asked.

Ian did as he was asked. Myra reached up under his skirt and
pulled his tights down. Ian stepped out of them.

She lifted up his dress.

"Oh yes those are lovely panties and don't you look nice. Now
let's have that dress off you."

Ian did as she said and then was standing in front of Myra in just
his panties and aware that Pete was watching on from behind.

Myra reached out and began to rub his little cockette through the
soft nylon.

Ian was immediately hard and astounded that this woman wanted to
do this to him.

Suddenly he felt hands on his little bottom and knew that they
were Pete's.

"Is this O.K. with you Ian? You only have to say if it is not."
Myra said.

"Oh yes please don't stop."

Myra continued to rub him and then he felt something else rub
against his panty covered bottom. Instinctively he reached behind
him to find that Pete has his hard prick out and was rubbing it up
and down against his panties. Ian quickly withdrew his hand.

"Don't worry Ian," he heard Pete whisper, " you can touch it if you
want."

Ian wasn't at all sure he wanted to but he reached round behind
him and held Pete's prick. It didn't bite him and Ian didn't turn
into a martian. It felt very hard and very big. Pete edge round so
that he was in front of Ian and put his hand on top of Ian's and
encouraged him to rub the large prick.

All the time Myra was gently rubbing Ian through his panties.

Then she pulled the leg of his panties up and slid his cockette
out from the nylon folds.

Ian thought he might pass out as she rubbed him and as he rubbed
Pete.

The excitement was immense with her hand on his prick and
Pete's hands on his bottom.

Then when Myra engulfed his prick with her warm mouth it did
become too much.

No sooner had she begun to suck his little cockette than he
shot his load.

Myra continued to suck him until she'd milked every last drop
out of him.

Now Ian was able to give his full attention to rubbing Pete.
Having never done it before he wasn't sure that he was doing
it right but Pete kept encouraging him and finally Pete said
"turn around and bend over Ian I'm about to come."

Ian let go of Pete's prick and turned round and felt the hot
cum spurt onto his back and his panties.

"Oh yes," sighed Pete, "that was so good."

Myra shepherded Ian to the bathroom. He could feel Pete's
cum running down his back and bottom.

Myra ran the shower and pulled his panties down and threw
them in the sink.

"You have a shower Ian while I get you something to wear."

By the time he was showered she was back. She gave him a black
thong to put on and a short black silk house coat. Then she
led him back into the lounge.

As Myra sat him down she looked a bit worried.

"Are you O.K.?" she asked him and when Ian replied that he
was she went on, "did you enjoy what just happened?" Ian
nodded. "Would you like to do it again some time?" she
concluded.

"Yes I'd love to if that's possible," Ian replied.

Myra smiled. "I'm sure it is more than possible. I'm sure
we'd like to do it again wouldn't we Pete."

The broad smile on Pete's face told Ian all he wanted to
know about how Pete felt about it.

"Now listen Ian," Myra continued. "Pete told me about what
happened last week. He has always been interested in boys
and especially in boys who like to wear girl's clothes. He
told me he couldn't believe it when he saw the panties under
your shorts and then how much he enjoyed both seeing and
touching you. We both think you look sweet as a girl and
we're sure that you would like the chance to explore being
a girl in a safe environment. Is that so?"

"Oh yes," Ian spluttered. "I'd like nothing more than to
be able to dress fully as a girl and not worry that I was
going to be found out. But there's no opportunity at home
and dare not take too many of my sister's clothes or
she'll know."

"Well we have a suggestion to make. We would like to help
you in your dressing as a girl. We are happy to buy you
some clothes, which you can keep here. Then you can come
here whenever you like and dress and enjoy yourself knowing
that the only ones who will see you are Pete and myself and
we certainly don't mind seeing you dressed as a girl.
What do you say?"

Ian could scarcely believe his ears. "That would be wonderful,"
 he almost shouted. Then he paused and added "would we be able
to do the sex things sometimes as well?"

"Of course we can but only what you want to O.K.?" reassured Myra.

"Now," she continued," "if I'm going to get you some clothes I
need to measure you so up on your feet and off with that wrap."

Ian almost sprang out of the chair and let he housecoat fall
to the floor.

Now he didn't mind standing there in just a tiny thong as Myra
measured ever part of his body.

Suddenly he heard Pete say "hurry up Myra seeing him like that
is driving me wild."

Ian looked round and saw Pete was naked and his big prick was
standing straight up. He looked at Myra who nodded. Ian walked
over to Pete and stood in front of him.

Ian reached down and took the prick in his hands and began to
rub it. Pete leant forward and put his hands on Ian's soft bottom.

"Oh Ian the sight of your bottom in that thong has been really
turning me on. You look so sexy."

Ian turned round and stood as close to Pete's chair as he could.
As he reached down between his legs he could hold Pete's prick
but now his bottom with the string of the thong separating his
cheeks was almost in Pete's face.

As Ian rubbed the massive prick Pete used his hands and mouth
on Ian. He began kissing his bottom cheeks, nibbling the sweet
young flesh as one hand rubbed Ian's legs the other went up
between those legs and held Ian's prick and ball sack which
were encased in the nylon thong.

As the two rubbed it was a case of who would come first,
though really it was never in doubt. Very soon Ian shot
his second load of the morning and then was satisfied to
stand and watch as Pete's prick also spurted its juice out
as a result of his handiwork.

Once again Myra helped Ian get cleaned up and then to get
dressed in the panties, tights and dress he'd come in before
putting his ordinary clothes on.

As Ian stood on the doorstep ready to go home Myra said to him,
"now come round here on Tuesday straight after school and we'll
see what clothes I have for you."

It wouldn't be accurate to say Ian walked home on air but it
wasn't far off.