Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 06:10:24 GMT
From: Lucy Roberts  <lucyrobertstv@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: A kind of daughter Part Two TV Teen

" A kind of daughter - part two" by Lucy Roberts.
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the next chapters let me know


Part two - just a little girl

How long does it take to move from Saturday to Tuesday? For Ian
waiting for his next visit to see Myra and Pete with the promise
of new clothes to try on it seemed ages.

But eventually it was Tuesday and Ian was standing on the steps
of Pete's house, but again it was Myra who opened the door and
ushered him in.

"I want you to come straight upstairs," she said. "I'm sure
you're going to love the clothes I have for you."

Ian's heart was pounding. He just couldn't wait both to see the
clothes and put them on.

At the top of the stairs he was led into a nice light bedroom.
It seemed from the smell to be freshly painted. The walls were
a delicate shade of pink and on the double bed was a pale pink
cover.

"In future when you come here this will be your room. You can
change in here and keep your clothes in here," Myra explained.
"Now let's get you out of those boy clothes and then we can
start the fun of dressing you as you should be dressed."

It took very few seconds for Ian to be naked in front of Myra.
He was naked but not at all embarrassed or ashamed.

Myra opened a draw in the dressing table and pulled out a white
bra. She got Ian to hold out his arms and put it on him, clipping
it behind him. He looked down at his flat chest and could see
the delicate lace round the edge of the bra. He put his hands up
and felt the soft material. He wanted to see what he looked like
but the mirror was off to one side and Myra kept him away from it.

A second trip to the draw produced another glimpse of white. This
time a pair of white nylon panties and with such exquisite pink
lace round the leg holes and waist.

"These are really for a younger girl than you," Myra said, "but,
as we can see from your chest you have a lot of growing to do.
I'm sure over the next few months Pete and I will have the joy
of seeing our new daughter growing up rapidly into a beautiful
teenager."

Ian quickly understood what was going on. It was clear from the
panties and Myra's words that they were going to start him off
as a youngish girl and then let him age to his right age over
the next little while. He had no objections with that as long
as he could wear lovely panties like those that he could now
feel over his bottom.

Myra opened the wardrobe and making sure Ian couldn't see in,
reached inside and pulled out a slip that complimented his
panties. Again it was white with pink lace and again the very
full bodice making no allowance for breasts showed that it was
for a little girl. It was quite tight as he slipped it over his
head and only came half way down his thighs but it felt lovely
to touch, especially as it rubbed across his panties.

He felt the inevitable stirring in those panties and suddenly
a lump spoiled the line of his slip.

"Oh dear," sighed Myra, "do you want me to deal with that for you?"

Did he ever. Ian croaked "yes please."

So Myra knelt in front of him, reached up under the slip and pulled
his panties half way down his thighs.

"You'll have to hold the slip out of the way," she said.

Ian did as he was told and immediately Myra took him in her mouth.

Ian looked down. As if it wasn't bad enough being dressed like this
and having a woman sucking off, as he looked down he could see down
the front of her blouse and had a great view of her rounded breasts
and the green bra cups that were holding them up.

It took very little sucking for Ian to explode in Myra's mouth.

She swallowed it down and then stood up and kissed him.

As her tongue forced it's way between his lips, he could taste
the vestiges of his cum on it.

"I wanted you to have your first taste of cum," Myra explained.
"Was it also your first kiss?"

Ian nodded and knew he was blushing.

"I thought so. There's so much for you to learn but plenty of time
to do it. Now let's get you dressed so you are ready when Pete
comes home."

With that Myra helped him up with his panties and smoothed down
the slip. Ian noticed that she spent plenty of time rubbing his
bottom.

She got him to stand still while she reached inside the wardrobe
again. She pulled out a dress. It was clearly for a young girl.
It was a pale lemon yellow and made of a satiny material. It was
sleeveless and had a ribbon round the waist which tied at the back.
Ian couldn't wait to put it on. He held his arms up and allowed
Myra to slide it down over his slip. The feeling as it did so
was magical. Once it was in place he felt so good and just wanted
to see what he looked like in the mirror but Myra wouldn't let
him.

"When you are fully dressed you can look in the mirror and not
before," she said firmly.

Myra sat him down on the bed and gave him a pair of white ankle
socks to put on and then a pair of black shoes.

"Now," announced Myra, "for the crowning glory."

She brought a box out of the wardrobe and from the box produced
a wig.

Ian couldn't believe it. "Is that for me?" he asked.

"Oh yes," replied Myra, "we couldn't have your short hair
spoiling the look could we?"

She brushed the wig out. When she put it on Ian could feel that
it came almost to his shoulders. Myra the put a yellow hair band
into the wig.

"Now stand up and let me have a look at you."

Ian did as he was told feeling that lovely sensation as the
slip slid down his legs.

"Oh you look wonderful. Pete is going to love you. Now you can
come over to the mirror and have a look.

Ian walked across the room the nylon of the slip caressing his
thighs.

He stood amazed in front of the mirror. He did look just like
a young girl.

He turned and ran to Myra and threw his arms round her neck,
"Oh thank you, thank you Mummy."

Myra gave him a big hug and there were tears in the corners of
her eyes.

"Come on let's go downstairs," she said.

They went into the kitchen and Myra showed Ian how to smooth
his dress under him before he sat down.

As Myra made some drinks they chatted.

"Now you're sure you're happy with this Ian?" she asked.

"Of course I am, " he replied, "this is the best day of my life.
I have never felt so good before. I just hope Pete will like how
I look."

"Oh there's no worry there. Pete will love you Ian. Look,"
Myra continued "I can't keep calling you Ian dressed like that.
If you are to be our daughter you ought to have a girl's name."

"That's easy, I've always thought of myself as Lucy."

"Right Lucy it is. A lovely name for a lovely girl."

They chatted on for a little while just like a mother and
daughter until they heard the sound of Pete coming in.

"Right stand up over there so he can see you properly when
he comes in."

Ian did as he was told.

Pete came in and saw the young girl.

"Say hello to our daughter Lucy," Myra told him.

"Oh Lucy," he sighed, "you look so sweet and pretty."

Ian was not sure where it came from but he held the edges of
his dress and gave a neat curtsey, which cause the two adults
to laugh.

Pete sat down and beckoned Lucy to come and sit on his lap.

Lucy was happy to.

"I can't believe how good you look darling," Pete said. His hand was
on Lucy's leg feeling her soft white flesh.

His other arm went round her and he gave her a big hug. Lucy felt
very small and frail in his arms.

"Why don't you give your daddy a little kiss?"

Lucy lifted up her head and their lips met.

This was very different from kissing Myra. Pete's face was rough
with his stubble. His kiss was strong as his tongue pushed inside
Ian's mouth. It was different but it was incredibly exciting. Ian
felt a little like a doll in his grip. As he moved he could feel
his panties and the nylon of his slip. Now Pete's hand was up
under his skirt and soon it was on his little cockette, which by
now of course was hard.

As they pulled apart Ian heard Myra say "I think you two might
be more comfortable in Lucy's bedroom."

Ian got up off Pete's lap and, taking his hand led him up stairs
to his new room.

"Why don't you take off your dress Lucy so that it doesn't get creased?" Pete suggested.

Lucy did as she was asked.

Pete was sitting on the edge of the bed and she walked over to
him and stood in front of him.

He reached out and let his hands roam over the frail thin body
of this boy/girl.

His hands settled on Lucy's little bottom and for a while he
simply held and squeezed the flesh through the layers of nylon.

Lucy was conscious of her little cockette standing out hard and
causing a very unseemly shape in her slip. She loved the touch
of Pete's hands on her and was longing for him to kiss her again.

Pete stood up and in a matter of seconds he had pulled off all
his clothes. He stood there in front of little Lucy with his
prick standing upright jutting out of a think tangle of pubic
hair.

"Let's lie on the bed" Pete said.

They lay down and Pete engulfed Lucy in his arms and kissed her.

Their legs entwined and Lucy could feel Pete's prick between her
legs. One of his hands had gone up under her slip and was gently moulding the cheeks of her bottom.

She gave a little squirm and a girly sigh of pleasure to let him
know she was really enjoying this.

After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling, Pete knelt up on the
bed, his legs astride Lucy. He grasped the edge of her slip and
pulled it up over her head.

Looking at her in just her bra and panties Pete gave a moan of appreciation and passion.

She looked so delicate, so desirable and innocent. However the
bulge in her little white panties told him that this young girl,
whose experience of sex was so limited, was enjoying what was
going on.

But he needed to make sure.

"Lucy are you all right with this?"

"Oh yes daddy I love you holding me and kissing me. Please do
it some more and other things if you want."

Pete felt his prick give a twitch at the invitation.

He hand on his bed a young girl who wanted him to kiss and touch
her in the most intimate of places. He could scarcely believe it.

Pete lay down beside her again and kissed her. He put his hand on
the front of her panties and covered her cockette. Then he began
to rub it gently.

Lucy got the idea and reached down and took Pete's big prick in
her tiny hand. She began to rub up and down as she had so often
with her own. But her little thing bore no relation to this
man-sized prick.

Pete pulled away and he put his hand Inside Lucy's panties and
then, moving down the bed, he took her cockette into his mouth.

As he sucked her one of his hands went into the back of her
panties and a finger found her little hole and began to rub
against it.

Lucy found herself automatically pushing forward and backward as
if she were fucking Pete's face. His stubble was rough and
scratched her inner thighs but the excitement was intense.

Lucy felt her juices flooding into her cockette and then felt
herself spasm as she shot them into Pete's willing mouth.

For the second time that afternoon Lucy got a taste of her own
juices as Pete kissed her deeply, while returning her deflating
cockette into its pretty little nylon home.

"Now Lucy," he said as he moved away from her, "would you like
to suck me?"

Lucy wasn't sure. "I don't know," she said.

"Why not just give it a try. I'm sure you'll like it and I
know you want to be a good girl for your daddy don't you."

"Yes I do want to be a good girl daddy," Lucy replied urgently.

"O.K. then, you do this for me darling," Pete said.

He positioned himself so he was sitting on the side of the bed
and he got Lucy to kneel down in front of him. He made sure
they were in front of the mirror so he could see what was going on.

"Now Lucy you begin by giving it a little kiss and then lick it a little."

Lucy took hold of the hard prick and did as she was told. She gave
it a kiss and then began to lick it. Finally without being asked
she took the head right into her mouth and began to suck it.

Pete watched in the mirror as his prick slid into the mouth of
the pretty young girl with the yellow hair band on. He could see
her pert little bottom sticking out and the pretty panties. He
was in seventh heaven.

Soon Lucy's head was bobbing up and down on his prick as if she
had been doing it all her life.

Pete told her to try a little more suction and to kiss his balls
and rub him with one hand as she did it.

He tried sitting still but soon was moving in and out of her
mouth careful not to push in too far.

He began to moan with the pleasure of it all and this encouraged
Lucy even more.

"Oh Lucy that's so good," he moaned. " Oh my sweet little girl
I'm going to cum in your mouth. I want you to swallow it all
down for daddy my little girl."

Lucy felt the cum spurt against the back of her throat. She
swallowed as quickly as she could but couldn't quite get it all
down and some dribbled down the corner of her mouth.

She felt Pete's prick begin to go down and let it slip out of
her mouth.

She stood up.

"Did I do all right daddy?" she asked.

Pete looked at her, at her white bra covering her flat chest, at
the shiny white nylon panties with their pink lace, at the yellow
hair band holding back her hair from her face and at the face
with the dribble of cum now on her chin.

"Oh my lovely daughter you did more than all right, that was
wonderful. Did you enjoy it?"

"I think so," Lucy said. "It felt a bit funny at first and the
cum tasted odd but I'm sure I'd like to do it again."

"Well I'm sure we can arrange that Lucy. You are a good girl
and I'm sure we will enjoy having you as our daughter."

Pete got up off the bed and got dressed while Lucy lay there
looking at him.

"Wait here," he said, "and I'll send Myra up."

In a few moments Myra appeared.

As she helped Lucy get showered and dried, she wanted to know
all about what the two of them had got up to and what Lucy felt
about it.

When Lucy was dry Myra gave her a pair of pink cotton panties
to put on then took her through into the bedroom.

Myra opened a drawer and pulled out a nightie. It was a pink
cotton one, and when Lucy put it on It came down to her ankles.

Myra sat Lucy on the edge of the bed and brushed out her hair.

"Now you are tired so you get into bed."

Lucy did as she was asked.

Myra leant over and gave her a kiss on the forehead and said
night night and went out of the room.

Lucy lay there for a while thinking back over what had happened
this afternoon and how much she had enjoyed it.

But the downside was she knew that in a short time she would
have to put one her normal clothes and become Ian again.