This is my first story, please feel free to comment StorySophie@gmail.com Complete work of fiction. Adult content.
Ballet Beginnings
Alex was walking home from his Jr. High School around five o'clock in early fall. He drug his feet through the freshly fallen leaves, half because he enjoyed how it looked, and half because he was almost too exhausted to lift his feet. His first day of ballet practice after school, had been far more strenuous than he had anticipated. Alex was an average boy, middle of the road student, in 8th grade. He didn't excel at much in school other than his theater class, that he was far to advanced for. Alex has always had an interest in performing arts, and had been taking out of school theater classes since he was very young.
Over all, he didn't mind school that much, it was a chance to see his friends, and didn't find the work to hard. The one thing about school he hated, was Gym class. Like most young boys he was self conscious about his body, and felt the other boys developed faster than him, when he saw them in the locker room. He also was (in his opinion), hopeless at sports. So he had come up with what he thought to be a perfect solution. He had seen in a school flier, that his school was offering an after school Ballet class, and anyone who took it, was given a Physical Education credit for it. This would excuse him from Gym, and allow an open class period for another elective class. Alex had selected Home Economics, for this class, it seemed like the easiest option. He had his mother sign his permission slip for the Ballet class, and the two agreed it was best to just not mention it to Alex's stepfather Randy. He was a very macho man's-man type. But Alex would be home before his step father, Randy got home from work most nights, it wasn't likely to be an issue.
Alex staggered along, his legs feeling stretched and sore. The Ballet teacher had been so pleased to have a boy in the class, she said he was the first male student she's ever had. And was quite excited to be able to do a wider variety of pieces, now that they had a male in the class. Still, practice was grueling for Alex, and rather embarrassing, he didn't like the way his leotard showed his figure, he thought it made him look very effeminate. And several girls had commented on his "hourglass figure".
To make matters worse, he didn't have his mother at home to confide in after this long bad day. She was out of town for two weeks visiting her sister. When Alex arrived at his house he noticed Randy's car in the driveway.
"Damn it, he's home early" Alex thought.
Alex opened the front door, tossed his back pack on the couch and shouted "Hello?! I'm home!". His stepdad Randy called from the hall "Alex, the hell have you been? Doesn't school get out at three?" he said as he appeared in the living room, drinking a beer.
Alex could tell he'd been drinking, he hated when Randy was drinking, he was always so loud and aggressive. "Eh.. Yeah I was at practice, after school." Alex mumbled instantly regretting the words as they came out.
"Practice!" Randy exclaimed. "Hot damn, boy what team did ya go out for?" he asked.
Alex paled and looked at his feet, unable to come up with a reply.
"Football? Yer to short for basket ball.." Randy pressed, as Alex just stood there. "Hell, don't tell me it was soccer!" Randy yelled.
"N-no, Ballet" Alex blurted.
"Ballet!?" His stepdad bellowed. "What the HELL do you want to do ballet for, boy!?"
Alex blushed and stammered "W-well it gets me out of P.E. And let's me take another elective.."
Randy snorted disdainfully "Well a boy like you NEEDS P.E." he shook his head "Make you less of a sissy.. Well since you got an elective open, your taking shop!"
Alex adverted his eyes "I already signed up for a different class." He told his stepdad.
"Damn it, Alex! What class?" Randy asked.
"Home Ec." Alex said, met instantly with a snort of displeasure from Randy. "It's just, it's so easy. " Alex tried to explain.
"Yeah, I bet that girly shit IS real easy for you." Randy snapped. "Christ I got a fucking faggot for a step-kid.
Alex's cheeks were turning all shades of red in embarrassment.
"Shit, boy. I was going to order us some pizza since your mom's out of town. Thought we'd have us a guys night." Randy said. "But I guess you wouldn't enjoy that. So how about you be a good little girl, and go fix me some dinner? See what you learned in Home Ec."
Alex wasn't pleased with Randy's comments, but knew better than to back talk him when he was drinking, and eager for an escape he said "Sure, Dad".
"Daddy, to you sissy." Randy corrected.
"Yes ..Daddy.." Alex managed to stammer out before escaping to the kitchen.
Alex wiped his eyes, and blew his nose, collecting himself. He wasn't going to let Randy see his word got to him so badly. He took out some chicken from the freezer and started to thaw in in the microwave. Then Alex began peeling potatoes and putting them in a pot, to make mashed potatoes. After awhile he heard Randy come in and go to the fridge for a beer. Alex didn't even look at him, but he could feel Randy's eyes on him. Then heard Randy approach behind him. Alex didn't bother looking back until Randy slipped something over his head. It was his mother's apron, a white lacy apron, with frills along the edges. Randy pulled the stings and tied it in a big bow in back, leaning over Alex's shoulder.
"There we go.. Isn't that sweet?" Randy breathed in Alex's ear.
Alex looked down at the apron, the strings cinching his clothes tighter around his waist, showing his hourglass figure that he was so embarrassed about. Randy held Alex's hips and looked into the pot.
"Mashed potatoes?" He asked. Alex nodded.
"Mm Daddy likes" Randy said before letting go and going to sit at the kitchen table.
Alex kept working on dinner not looking back at Randy who he had the uneasy feeling hadn't taken his eyes off him. Soon, all there was left to do was wait on the food, Alex turned and looked at the dinner table. Randy was indeed sipping his beer watching him.
"You know, that apron looks great on you. But a little out of place with the rest of your clothes." Randy commented.
"Heh.. yeah." Alex said "Can I take it off?"
"No actually I was thinking, if that looks good on you, your mother's other clothes will too." Randy smiled as he said this. "Go put on something more ladylike for dinner, then come set the table."
Alex balked a little "I- I don't really want to.." he said.
Randy looked at him squarely, and said. "I don't give a fuck, girl. Go get prettied up for dinner!"
Alex swallowed hard and forced out "Yes, Daddy" making his way to his mothers room.
Randy called after him "Pretty! A dress not fucking pants!"
Alex ran into his mother room and quickly closed the door. He knew he had to go along with it, but he wouldn't give Randy the satisfaction of knowing it got to him. He'd play it out, and keep strong. After awhile of looking through his mother's things Alex had put on a pair of black lace panties and a push up bra that made the baby fat on his chest almost look like pert little teenage breasts. He toyed with his shoulder length hair in the mirror awhile before deciding it was fairly unisex, and would look good enough when he was dressed. He then put on one of his mother's sundress, a empire waist, yellow number he had always thought was pretty. Then a pair on strappy white sandal wedges, and sat at the vanity to do a little makeup.
Having been in so many theater productions and being well versed with stage makeup, he was quite comfortable applying his own makeup. He used a light foundation, a pink lipstick that looked very natural, eyeliner, mascara, and a hint of eyeshadow. Looking at his refection he was quite pleased with his results. Randy would have nothing to complain about in the pretty department. Alex quickly zipped downstairs and into the kitchen. Randy had returned to the living room, and Alex set the table for two. Then he put the food in serving plates and brought it to the table.
Alex called "Dinner!"
Randy strutted into the kitchen, beer in hand. He stopped, looked Alex over, and let out a low whistle.
"Damn, Alex. If I didn't know better I'd think you were a sweet little girl." Randy said. Alex stammered out a thank you, and got Randy a fresh beer, and served dinner onto his plate. The two ate in silence, only broken by Randy grunting an approval at the meal, here and there. After dinner Randy leaned back and unclasped his belt, at the dinning room table while Alex cleared the dishes.
Alex started washing plates and cookware when Randy said "You're gonna make a man a fine wife someday you know that, girl?"
"Thanks, I guess.." Alex replied keeping his attention on the dishes. But as that thought sunk in, it didn't sound all that bad to Alex. I like all the things that women are supposed to do around the house he thought. And there was no denying he looked good in the clothes. He actually was beginning to enjoy this, he realized he was smiling swaying as he washed the dishes.
Suddenly he felt Randy's hands on his hips. "I think, you should play my housewife all week until your mother gets back" Randy rasped into his ear.
Alex leaned back, as Randy pressed himself against Alex. Alex could feel the bulge in Randy's pants pressing against his bottom. Alex simply nodded, and Randy began kissing his neck. Alex leaned his head the opposite direction to expose his neck more. Randy's hands groped and his body, squeezing Alex's ass, and chest.
"Daddy!" Alex panted.
"Mm are you gonna be a good little girl for daddy this week?" Randy said between kisses on Alex's neck.
Alex nodded his agreement, as Randy bent him over the counter. Randy lifted Alex's skirt and slapped his pantied bottom with a meaty hand. As Alex cooed, his chest dipping into the water in the sink in front of him. Randy's hands slid all over Alex's butt, and Randy murmured things like "Oh, that's sweet, look at that bubble butt, all for daddy."
Alex was getting quite excited and whimpering girlishly not knowing what else to do. Randy removed Alex's panties and spread his cheeks apart, rubbing a thick finger on Alex's little tight rosebud. Bending over further and biting his lower lip Alex almost couldn't contain himself. The sink before him was quickly filling with suds and warm water, as Randy slid his finger inside Alex. Alex fumbled for the fossett to turn off the water but failed being distracted by the pleasure the finger inside him was giving.
The finger slid in and out of Alex for a few minutes, relaxing his hole and bringing him to the edge of delight. Then his Daddy slid his finger out, and said "I think your ready for the real deal, princess."
Alex felt his Daddy's thick cock pressing against his hole, he could feel how hot it was between his cheeks. Alex braced himself against the wall as his Daddy pushed into him. At first it was blinding pain, Randy's thick member stretched his hole further than Alex thought possible. Alex cried out, a high moan in pain.
"That's right babygirl" Randy huffed "Take it in". Randy pushed in deeper and deeper, until he had his manhood inside Alex to the hilt. He left it there a moment as Alex writhed and moaned impaled on his Daddy's cock. Then Randy began pumping his sissy's ass. Alex was moving past the pain now, and enjoying this surrender. Offering up his ass to a man, his daddy. He felt full, and helpless, his daddy was taking him completely and Alex discovered he loved it.
Randy was thrusting faster, and hoarsely whispering things like "Oh, baby, your so tight, give it up to daddy. Good sissy, oh god". Alex was being pushed roughly with each thrust, the sink now overflowing. Alex's breasts were submerged in the warm water and suds in the sink. Each thrust causing water to splash out, but neither of them cared. Both were approaching climax, as Randy shoved his hand into the sink to squeeze Alex's titty while he pounded his cock into the sissy.
Alex felt his Daddy's cock, twitch and jump and Randy yelled in pleasure. Then he felt the streams of hot semen shoot into his ass, felt it deep inside of him. His Daddy planting his seed inside Alex was enough for alex to cum his own ropes, he convulsed and moaned. Leaning on the counter panting heavily, exhausted by his experience. Randy slowly pulled his cock out, and Alex felt empty without it. Randy wiped the excess cum off his cock against Alex's thigh. Water pored out of the sink onto the floor. Soapy bubbles on the counter, floor and Alex's dress.
"Clean this shit up before you come to bed" Randy said, walking out.
Alex just leaned there panting, as cum dripped out of him and down his leg.