Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 02:37:53 -0700
From: The Crow <bard.crow@gmail.com>
Subject: Young Experiments

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I always had wished I was girl; as long as I can remember. I would
fantasize every night about being a girl, I'd come up with elaborate
fairy tales in my head about finding a magic pond or a spring that
\would turn me into a woman and make my penis disappear and leave
behind that smooth spot I was so fascinated with. This fantasies
would happen every night for years and years, fueling my hatred for
my own body as I grew older and more sexually aware. I was obsessed
with the female body. I still dream for the chance of living my life
again in the body I felt I deserve. I'd be cute and nerdy, not
smoking hot, but pretty. Like Velma from Scooby Doo. Well I thought
she was pretty at least when I was young.

Naturally, women's clothes also captivated me since I was little.
They looked so soft and pretty compared to my boy clothes. The one
piece of clothing that was the most beautiful and alluring was the
one piece swimsuit. To me at was like seeing a woman nude. I had
prayed every night to be a girl so I could wear dresses and skirts
and swim suits. God never answered them.

I remember vividly watching Christmas Vacation, the pool scene where
the bombshell strips off her suit. Somehow that scene stuck me with
the image that ultimate female beauty is in a one piece swimsuit.
The one piece would also be my first chance to cross dress. A family
friend had left their daughter's racing suit behind one day. I stole
it for myself.

I remember it well. I was so scared some one would catch me with it
I'd fake sick to be home alone. The first day I managed to fake home
I kept it waded up and in my pants, too scared to even take it out.
It felt smooth against my tiny cock. This was before I discovered
masturbation. It just tickled the head of my dick.about ten or so.
I grabbed our copy  of Christmas Vacation and watched that scene even
though it was almost June. I watched it over and over for hours, until
my mother came home.

It wasn't until Summer vacation when I worked up the nerve to put it
on. I kept it hidden in the false bottom of a trunk that belonged to
my uncle when he was my age. I guess it served him well too.

Home alone on a mid June day I pulled out the swimsuit and closed the
curtains. A faint glow poured through a crack in the curtains. In the
bright darkness I held up the swimsuit in front of me and studied it.
It was a star spangled racing suit for a girl roughly my age and size.
As I held it up I could see that it was a bit wrinkly from being
crammed into places, but it felt smooth and soft, compared to my swim
trunks. I looked at the inside and found the built in bra. The girl who
it belonged to was a really early bloomer, when she was only nine, she
already had small breast and perky nipples. Turning it inside and out
a few times, I then held it to my body and studied it against the
mirror in my room.

I began to strip off my clothes. My heart began to race. Watching in
the mirror, I held the suit forwards and stepped in. I took a few
minutes for my cock to settle down before I pulled it up, but only to
my knees. Eventually I worked the nerve to finish the job. Snapping
the straps on my shoulders and tugging the bottom to adjust for my
throbbing cock. I was disappointed to see a dark, curly haired ten year
old wearing a girl's suit in the mirror looking back. Despite, I spent
the entire day in the suit. I filled up a couple of water balloons and
stuck them in my chest. They jiggled and quivered as I moved and I could
feel their weight sway. When I dressed up in my normal clothes, my
breasts stretched the chest of my shirt. I looked down and played with
my breasts. Eventually five rolled around and I knew my mother was going
to be home soon. I popped the balloons and hid my suit.

A few days later I would confide in my friend who also secretly dressed
up in his sister's clothes. He came over one day and showed me his loot.
Not only did he have a suit, he had a training bra, a couple pairs of
panties and a pink sundress that didn't fit him, but did me. He was a
few years older than me, at the age of 13, but we got along. Together
we dressed up, I in my suit with the water balloons in my new sundress
and he in panties and training bra. Together we played videogames and
called each other by our girl names we made up. Eventually we hit a game
over, he got up and sat on my bed. He pulled his panties aside and
masturbated as I watched. his erection was much bigger than mine, by
nearly an inch and a half. I watched as he grasped his shaft between his
thumb and index finger and tugged. His head was Bright red and swollen as
it darted back and forth between his busy hands. A clear fluid leaked out
at first, but after a few minutes a glob shot out and into his cupped hand.
It was about pea sized and I watched him finger it for a minute and then
eat it. He taught me about cum that day, he showed me pictures of men
shooting loads out if their giant cocks onto the bodies of naked women.
I masturbated for him too, but nothing came out.

The next day we did the same thing, dressed up, played games but instead
of masturbating afterwards we jerked off each other as we watched a
hardcore pornographic movie he took from his parent's closet. Even as a
child my friend's dick was huge for his size. My hand didn't wrap around
all the way and had to use both hands during my turn. As he watched some
stud ram a giant cock into some bimbo's pussy he reached an orgasm and
his cum dribbled out of his cock and onto the floor. Then he'd give me
mine. I sat on his lap with my legs spread as he kissed my neck. Reaching
under my skirt, his hands worked their magic on my cock and balls. My
orgasm caught me by surprise, it felt like nothing I ever felt before.
Still nothing came out, but I was addicted.

Each week we'd escalate with different clothes and bolder acts. One week
in July we went swimming in my pool wearing my one piece suit. Wet, it
hugged my body tight and my fake breasts swayed and bobbed as I swam. My
friend swam nude with me. As a treat I tried my best to put on the strip
show from the movie for him. It failed when a water balloon popped out
and broke on the ground, ending my strip show as a comedy routine. Drying
off, we sucked each other off. His cock tasted like chlorine, but also
had a saltiness to it. Switching between kissing and sucking, I worked
him into climax. My first time I nearly choked when he came. By now I
eagerly swallowed it and as a reward  he's blow me.

We spent most of the summer as sissy gay boy lovers until mid August.
My parents died in a car crash and I was sent off to New Jersey to live
with my Grandmother until I was sixteen when she died of a heart attack.
Instead if foster care I became an emancipated Minor and lived off of the
insurance money in an apartment. I began hormone treatment shortly after
and got my GED. I could never get back into touch with my friend. today
I'm a part time waitress. For my 21st birthday I got myself a new pair
of breasts and officially changed my name to Michelle. I still have that
swimsuit in my closet. it's faded and stained with cum, but I keep it
around as a momento of my first lover and the beginning of a major change
in my life.