Date: Mon, 04 Apr 2005 00:35:37 -0500
From: Brian Nelsen <bucknaked@email.com>
Subject: Daddy's Little Angel (TG)

This story is totally fictional.  Some of the props are real in that they
are exactly as they appear on various websites or are at least based on
reality.  The characters and everything else are fake and this has never
happened in real life that I know of.

As always, the supporting characters do without description for the most
part.  They are props and nothing more.

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would be porn star name).  Don't bother flaming I won't waste time reading
it.

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Daddy's Little Angel (TG, Mb, Oral, Anal)


I had everything we needed for tonight.  It was Haloween and it was the
culmination of six months of planning.  After seeing a beauty pagent on TV
the spring before my neighbor's kid confided in me that he wanted to go out
on Haloween as a princess.  I thought it was strange request for an eight
year old boy, who by every other outward appearance was quite athletic and
all boy, but if it's what he wanted who was I to stop him?

Nicky had befriended me the year before when I first moved into his
neighborhood.  His mother had been raising him all alone and she was
greatful for him to have a father figure to hang out with.  We'd become
close in the time we'd spent together, so it was no suprise when he
approached me about his Haloween plans.  It had already been decided I was
going to take him around for Haloween and then let him sleep over
afterward, his mother had to work late.  I couldn't think of a reason why
his idea wouldn't work.  Things for the most part stayed the same between
us after that.  Well about as much as they can stay the same after you help
an eight year old boy shop for his first dress.

Given the circumstances, we were reduced to shopping online for what he
considered the right outfit.  In my mind, there was no way to take an eight
year old boy to the store to try dresses on, even if they were "for his
sister who's the same size".  Finding the dress was the easy part.  He'd
decided that he wanted to wear a simple blue dress, something sparkley he
said.  It turned out he was a size eight.  It wasn't as simple as calling
his mother up and asking her, how do you ask a mom what her son's dress
size is without raising just a few red flags.  It was decided that he would
have to strip down to his underwear in order to get the measurements right.

I could have asked him to run around outside naked and he would had done it
without question.  He simply pulled his shirt off over his head and let his
shorts, it was still summer at this point, drop to the floor.  It occured
to me that I'd never seen him this naked before.  We'd been swimming, but
his swim suit hadn't been as revealing as the eight year old boy clad only
in thin cotton underwear standing in the middle of my living room was.  I
couldn't help but notice the way he trembled every time I came near his
underwear as I was measuring him.  It wasn't fear, the slight smile
betrayed that.  I couldn't imagine he was getting turned on either, after
all he was only eight.  I figured it was just nerves and probably some
excitement, nothing out of the ordinary given the circumstances.

It took several weeks for the dress and matching tights to arrive.  He'd
known before I did that it was here, it had been sitting on my porch all
afternoon just begging for him to tear into it.  He was a blur running the
short distance from his apartment to mine when I finally did get home
nearly knocking me down to get inside the apartment.  The dress had been
teasing him all afternoon and he was on overload.  It seemed as if he
ripped the box apart with his bare hands to get at it.  I had him step back
while I gently lifted it out of the box for him, I could imagine him
ripping it in all his excitement.  I turned to hold it up to him and Nicky
had already stripped down to his underwear.  The boy was dying to try it
on.

I made him hold his arms up over his head as I lowered the dress on him.
It rested gently on his narrow shoulders as I smoothed it into place.  A
tiara had been sent with the dress and I gently placed it on his head.  I
took first one leg, then the other while I slid the tights up his slender
legs.  I led him by the hand towards the full length mirror in my room so
he could get the full effect.  He started in at himself in the mirror for
what seemed like hours, I could see a small tear form in the corner of one
eye.

"Daddy, I'm beautiful," he said.

He'd taken to calling me daddy for sometime now, I wasn't his daddy, but I
was the closest thing he had and it seemed harmless.  Nicky continued to
model the dress for himself.  I was amazed, for the most part this athletic
eight year old boy needed very little to be a convincing eight year old
girl.  Given the way he carried himself it was if he'd been wearing dresses
his whole life, not just the past five minutes.  At first glance, we even
looked like a father and daughter together.  Nicky spent the rest of the
afternoon in his new dress.  I was concerned about him damaging it, but he
did just fine.  It was time to for him to go home for dinner and so it was
time for him to change back in to his boy clothes.  This he did
reluctantly, again I could see a tear in his eye as he traded one for the
other.

I don't know how Nicky managed to talk me into it, but the next several
weekends were spent at least partially with him wearing his dress.  It
became a ritual, if we were just hanging around my apartment Nicky was
stripped down to his underwear the second he walked through the door and in
the dress within a matter of minutes.  At the same time, Nicky had managed
to talk his mother into letting his hair grow out.  I don't know what he
told her, I doubt it had anything to do with his true plans for Haloween.
As the time went on, I couldn't help but be amazed at how much he began to
look like an eight year old girl.  The dress wasn't magical or anything, it
just seemed to bring that out in him.  Not just his looks, his behavior
started changing even.  Nicky would be all boy the rest of the time, but
the second that dress came on it was like his alter ego came out.

I had been expecting Nicky to wear his regular boy shoes out on Haloween.
It made sense to me, the walking would be easier and I doubted that anyone
was going to question his footwear, it seemed neutral enough to me.  It was
about two weeks before Haloween that Nicky first brought up the subject
with me.

"It's not the same without the shoes, everyone will know I'm a boy," he
whined.

"What's the difference?  Girls wear the same shoes you do, you know."

"Its not fair!"  he cried.

Nicky pulled out something he'd printed from a website.  I couldn't beleive
how bold this kid had gotten, it was either in school or at home that he'd
done this pretty much right under everyone's nose.  He showed me a website
that was selling Mary Janes for around $30.  I'd spent much more on the
dress and it just wasn't worth the argument with him.  Also, I couldn't
help but think he was blossoming in to quite the eight year old girl.

The week before Haloween was the unofficial dress rehersal.  Nicky's hair
had grown out considerably to the point that I was confident I could style
it to go with the rest of his outfit.  The night he came over, I insisted
that he take a shower, I really just needed his hair wet to style it the
way I wanted it; but I figured a complete shower couldn't hurt.  Nicky was
a blur as the clothes flew off, he was so excited he dropped his underwear
in my living room and was a blur of naked eight year old boy as he ran to
the shower.

I caught a glimpse of him only from the back.  I'd never felt attracted to
him, but he'd developed a feminine way about him and freed of his boy
clothes, his female persona took over.  All that defined Nicky as a boy
obscured from me, I couldn't help but think he was a cute girl.  I was
suprised to sense my own arousal.  I heard the shower turn off followed a
few minutes later by Nicky re-entering the living room.  I wanted to laugh,
but I didn't want to offend him.  He'd taken the towel and tied it up under
his armpits, just like a girl would.

Nicky pulled his underwear up before letting the towel fall to the ground.
Even in boy's underwear he still looked like a girl to me.  I had him sit
in the chair while I styled his hair like the picture I'd seen in a
magazine.  His hair teased and moussed to my satisfaction, I brought him
the dress to put on.  I made him sit there while I buckled the Mary Janes
on his feet.  I was amazed, in the span of about an hour, the athletic
little boy that had entered my apartment had been completely transformed
into the cute feminine little girl seated before me.  I led Nicky to the
full length mirror, he reached out as if to touch his reflection.

"Thank you Daddy.  I love you." he said.

"I love you too Nicky."

I let Nicky stay in the dress for the rest of the afternoon.  It wasn't
anything we hadn't done before and he seemed so happy in it.  I couldn't
get over the fact how much he looked like a little girl and not a little
boy.

The week of Haloween was finally here.  I'd been out shopping for myself
when I saw a pair of clip on earrings.  Nicky had the shoes and dress
already, what harm was there in earrings to match?  They were sparkly and I
knew Nicky would love them.  I'd gone this far for Nicky, I couldn't resist
buying the blue panties with the "Lil Angel" screen printed on the front;
after all he was becoming quite the little angel the more time he'd spent
in his dress.

Tonight Nicky came right over after school.  I'd laid everything out on the
bed for him.  I wanted it all to be a suprise for him.  Repeating the
ritual of the past several weeks, Nicky had stripped naked before he even
reached my bedroom.  He was a mix of athletic boy and feminine girl.  His
hair had grown out and he'd managed to let his fingernails grow a little
longer for the occasion.  Uncharacteristic of a boy his age, they were
clean; I even noticed it looked like he had shaped them a little.  His
hands were feminine, his features and his hair reinforced his feminine look
and manners.  He still had the tight belly and small nipples of a boy and
his penis that I judged to be about an inch and a half certainly gave his
true gender away.  I'd seen this many times before, Nicky would fade away
as soon as the dress was lifted over his head and Nikki would be left
behind.  Nicky saw all of his things laid out and began to cry.

"Daddy its all so beautiful, I don't know if I can ever thank you enough."

"The fact that you're so happy is thanks enough," I said.

I lifted Nicky into my arms and carried him into the bathroom.  Tonight was
the night he'd been getting himself ready for months now.  A special girl
like him deserved a bubble bath from her daddy and I was only too happy to
oblige.  I carefully washed Nicky, I couldn't help but notice that as the
bath sponge would approach his small penis it would twitch ever so
slightly.  I could only assume Nicky was enjoying my treating him like my
little angel.  I lifted Nicky out of the tub and dried him off, I
remembered the shower from the week before and made sure to wrap him up in
the towel like a little girl.

Nicky wasn't afraid to be naked in front of me anymore.  I let the towel
fall to the floor in my bedroom so I could help him step into his pantys.
I slid them up his legs and adjusted their fit on his slender hips.  They
seemed to fit him perfectly, his small penis wasn't big enough to look out
of place.  Nicky gave me first one leg then the other to slid the tights up
his slender legs.  Nikki was starting to emerge.  Again I had him sit in
the chair while I styled his hair.  His hair done, I once again lowered the
dress over his upstretched arms.  My little girl had come back to me.  I
buckled the Mary Janes on him and led him to the mirror for a final
inspection.

I could see tears in Nicky's eyes again.  He posed several times in the
mirror before he could speak.

"Look at me Daddy, I'm a princess" Nicky beamed with excitement.

"Yes you are darling," I leaned down and kissed my little princess on the
forehead.

I don't know how I noticed, but there it was plain as day.  My little
princess had the slightest bulge in her dress.  I had an idea how to fix
it, I'd had some medical tape from an old injury.  A few strategic pieces
was all I figured it would take.  I had Nicky pull down his tights and
pantys.  He instinctively lifted his dress out of the way so I could work
out some sort of solution.  His penis was pointed right at me, like it was
accusing me, and gave me the impression that Nicky had an errection.  It
must have been a bizarre sight to the casual observer as it looked like a
father helping his daughter tape her penis out of the way and between her
legs.  There was nothing else at the moment about Nicky that indicated he
was a boy though.

Nicky pulled his pantys back up, there was no evidence of his penis or my
tape job.  His tights pulled back in place, there was nothing to suggest
that the little girl before me had been a little boy about an hour ago.  I
gently put the tiara on his head and clipped the earrings in place.  One
last look in the mirror and Nicky was satisfied with his appearance.  He
threw his arms around me a gave me a kiss.

"Thank you, I love you Daddy."

We gathered our things and set off our our Haloween adventure.  It had been
a total success.  I took Nicky out of the neighborhood in case anyone might
have recognized him; it wouldn't have mattered.  My little soccer star had
pulled off Daddy's little angel perfectly.  No one suspected a thing, in
fact he'd been complimented repeatedly for being such a pretty little girl.
Nicky was excited the whole way home, everything had been perfect for him.
I couldn't be happier for him.

We made it back to the apartment, with his arms outstretched Nicky twirled
around the living room.  I was happy to see him so happy.  Again he kissed
me.

"Thank you for making my dreams come true Daddy, tonight was wonderful."

I had let him stay up past his bed time, it was late and I could tell he
was getting tired.  I sent him to the bathroom to get ready for bed.  I had
probably as much fun as he had and there was a part of me that was said to
see Nikki go, but I had a little boy to return to his mother tomorrow.  I
was tired myself and crawled into bed.  Nicky's bed was waiting for him on
my couch in the living room.  I heard the door to the bathroom open; I
expected Nicky to find his own way to bed, he'd slept over often enough
that I knew he knew the way.  I was suprised to hear his voice at my door.

"Daddy?"

I switched on the light at my bedside.  I'd been expecting Nicky to be
standing there in his pyjamas.  That much was true, but his soccer pjs had
been replaced by a light pink nightgown.  A hint of blue told me he was
still wearing the pantys I'd given him earlier.

"Do you like my nightgown?  I borrowed it from Suzie."

I didn't know what to say.  The athletic little boy I was used to was
anything but right now.  I knew how much he'd loved wearing his dress over
the past couple weeks, but this was the first sense I got that there was
more to it then that.

"Yes, Nicky; it looks very nice on you"

"Is it ok if I sleep with you?"

I wanted to say no.  I considered all that had transpired between us.  I
wasn't sure what was worse having to explain why I shared a bed with an
eight year old boy or why I'd all but encouraged that same eight year old
boy to dress up like an eight year old girl.  The longer I debated, the
more I could see the sadness in Nicky's eyes.  I relented.  If anything
came of it I was going to have a lot of explaning to do anyways and if
nothing came of it there was no point in his sadness then anyways.

"Sure," I said.

I pulled back the covers on what would be his side of the bed.  Nicky
scampered over and crawled into bed with me.  I reached over and turned the
light off.  I thought that would be the extent of it with Nicky.  It wasn't
long before I felt him curl up next to me.  This was all very wierd for me,
I was quite sure of my own heterosexuality, yet here I was sharing a bed
with a eight year old boy dressed and looking very much like an eight year
old girl.  Who was I kidding?  Nicky, save for his boyhood that I had
secured up and out of the way earlier, was all but an eight year old girl.
His transformation had been slow but sure.  My little soccer star had
managed to recreate himself as daddy's little angel and had managed to make
me largely responsible for it.  I hadn't forced any of it on him, he just
worked the angles to get what he wanted out of me.

I could feel his body pressed against mine.  I reflexively put my arm
around him.  If its true that he was daddy's little angel, I was very
protective of him.  He was the first to speak.

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Nikki."

I felt his position shift ever so slightly.  I could feel the soft globes
of his ass pressed against my groin.  I wasn't clear on his intentions, but
I could feel my own manhood swell and press itself into the gap between his
two small globes.  I laid there for a second.  If this had gotten out of
hand, he could run from the apartment screaming bloody murder and I would
have a lot of explaining to do.  On the other hand, he would have to
explain why he was dressed the way he was, equally bad for me as well.  I
figured the best thing to do was nothing, if I didn't call attention to the
situation it was likely to pass on it own.

Nicky spoke up, "Make me your girl Daddy."

"What?"

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard; I didn't even know entirely what
he'd meant by it.  Nicky rubbed his panty clad ass against me, my manhood
swelled even more.

"Make me your girl Daddy, like in the movies; you know, with your weenie."

Nicky's little hand found my swollen member.  He began to softly stroke me.
I wanted to stop him, I wanted to say no.  I'd already gone too far, I'd
dressed him up like a girl, let him sleep in the same bed with me and now
here he was trying to have sex with me.  My thoughts were interrupted by
the sensation of Nicky's lips on my swollen manhood.  The blowjob he was
giving me was amazing!  I wanted to stop him, but it felt too good.

Nicky stopped on his own.  The boy/girl slid out of his nightgown leaving
only his panties on.  I tried to see my little soccer star, but I only saw
daddy's little angel.  Nicky had managed to make himself quite the cute
little girl.  He continued stroking me.  Rubbing his own barren crotch
against me, he pleaded again.

"Please Daddy, put it in me like they do in the movies."

Again logic told me this was wrong, but it felt too good to stop.  I slid
Nicky's panties down past his ankles.  I worked a finger between his globes
and found his little pucker.  I applied a small amount of lotion from the
bedside table and worked my finger in and out of his tight pucker.  He
moaned softly.  He loosened up and I worked a second finger into his tight
crevice.  I could feel him thrusting back against my fingers.

"Please Daddy, I can't stand it; put it in me, make me your girl!"

I had Nicky lay on his back.  Instinctively, he grabbed ahold of his
slender legs and pulled them out of the way.  In the darkend room, with his
penis secured out of the way, he certainly looked like any girl I'd shared
my bed with before.  I coated my own errection with the lotion and sought
out his pucker with the tip of my manhood.  I was pressed against his
pucker, there was no turning back now.

"Please Daddy"

That was all the encouragement I needed.  I pressed forward and I felt his
tight warmth surround my swollen manhood.  He whimpered with each invading
inch, but it wasn't long before I was pressed firmly against him and my
little angel had all of me inside of him.  Who was I kidding?  My little
angel had all of me inside of HER.  I rested there for a second while Nicky
relaxed.  With his penis secured against his groin it felt no different
then any of the women I'd ever made love to.  I slowly began to thrust in
and out of him.  It felt better then any woman I'd made love to, none had
been as tight as Nikki was.  I picked up the speed of my thrusts, I was
slamming my hips against his now.  Nicky moaned more and more with each
thrust.  I felt him tremble and I knew my little angel had her first dry
orgasm.  Nikki's love canal spasmed and clenched on my invading memeber.
That was all it took to drive me over the edge, I flooded Nikki's love
canal with my cum.

"Thank you Daddy.  Am I your girl now?"

"Of course you are Nikki, of course you are."

I looked at my little angel, he was glistening with sweat from our love
making.  My manhood slowly deflated and slid out of his love canal.  A
small stream of my cum leaked out as well.  It wasn't long before my little
angel was sound asleep.  As he slept, I had a new appreciation for how
beautiful he was.  Nicky, my little soccer star was gone.  Left behind in
his place was my little angel Nikki.  It would never be the same for us.

I thoroughly washed Nicky from head to toe the next morning.  Sending him
out into the world as the boy he'd been 24 hours before, I hoped to remove
any trace of what had transpired over the past 24 hours.  Somehow, I knew
that he would never be the little boy he'd once been.  Had his plan all
along been to be daddy's little angel?  If so, it certainly worked.

When he was with me, he was Nikki, daddy's little angel; to the rest of the
world he was still Nicky the athletic little boy.  The duality suited him
for now.  The rules were simple.  As long as he and I were just hanging
around my own apartment, he could be Nikki.  Ditto for if we went somewhere
he wouldn't be recognized.  The rest of the time he was Nicky.  It turns
out his mother liked his hair slightly longer and she let him keep it that
way, which suited both Nicky and Nikki just fine.

It wasn't long before he started wearing panties all the time, he said he
didn't want to totally stop being Nikki when he left my apartment.  Of
course, I happily bought them for her.  Many of our rituals stayed the
same, the difference now being instead of Nicky the boy stripping down to
his underwear it was Nikki the girl that stripped down to her panties
before picking her outfit from the clothes I'd bought for her.  There was
nothing I wouldn't do for my little angel.  I was amazed at how much Nikki
had grown in the six months since Haloween, she still liked many of the
same things Nicky did, but she loved to be feminine and play dress up and
have tea parties just like other girls her age.  A year after my little
soccer star first asked if he could be a princess for Haloween you would
never have guessed that Nikki had been that same boy.

Nikki and I still share the same bed.  She's happy to be daddy's little
angel.  I'm in so far over my head at this point I stopped worrying about
the legal issues and just went with what makes us happy.  Nikki is as
wonderful as she was that first night.  She's been saving whatever money
she gets so she can "be a real girl" for me some day.  No matter what
happens she'll always be daddy's little angel though.

In two weeks, we're going camping.  Nikki's excited becuase it's her first
camping trip as a girl and she gets to be Nikki the whole time.  She's been
working on me for the past month to let her wear a bikini.

Do you think I'm really going to say no to daddy's little angel?