How I Finally Became the Sissy I Was Born To Be
Growing Up
From the time I was 5 years old and was afraid to play with other boys because I was afraid of getting dirty or hurt, I knew I wasn't like other boys. I preferred to play with girls and would sneak into the bathroom and wear my sisters' clothes from the laundry hamper -- pretending I was a girl. Of course, I was never good at sports which proved again I wasn't good enough to be like the other boys. I did do well at school and in music lessons. I became accustomed to being called sissy and queer.
An early trauma cemented my fear of boys. I sometimes played with the neighborhood boys Mike and Tim. I shied away from sports but did enjoy playing in the woods and building forts. It makes sense now, but at the time I wondered why Mike and Tim would build the fort or treehouse and then I pretended to `keep house'. I kept it clean and always brought drinks and snacks for them so they let me play with them. One day I was up in the treehouse and they took the ladder away. I was scared because I couldn't jump or climb down. I began to cry and of course, they howled with laughter. Finally Mike climbed half-way up to help me get down. For a brief moment I felt safe in his arms, but then he let me drop and I cried again. When I fell, my shorts ripped a bit and they saw that I was wearing panties. They laughed and ridiculed.....call me queer and faggot. They took my shorts all the way off as well as my shirt...leaving them to see me wearing panties and a camisole. They left me in the woods to walk home by myself wearing panties and a camisole...I waited until dusk and did get home without anyone seeing me, but that day reinforced my fear of boys and taught me never to trust them.
Mike and Tim told all the other boys at school that I wore panties...now everyone called me sissy and queer -- even the girls! And no one would be my friend. Puberty never gave me much of a growth spurt, so in junior high I was much smaller than other boys. Those years were full of fear and dread because we had to change clothes in gym class. I found out that in addition to not being very muscular, my penis was much smaller than other boys. I also realized that I was drawn to boys -- loving to look at their bodies...noticing the difference between their bodies and mine.
Also, in Junior High, I discovered porn. I always enjoyed looking at the men! And then I discovered gay porn -- and finally understood that what I was had a name. I was a fag, queer, etc., but also learned that I was a bottom' and what I enjoyed was called crossdressing'. And I discovered masturbation! It was wonderful! But strangely, I didn't masturbate by jerking off' like men -- I instinctively massaged and rubbed the head of my penis (which I learned to call my clitty') in the little bush of hair above my private parts. I would begin to feel warm all over and then a little tingle would start in the tip of my clitty and spread all over my body. I felt the shaking all over and it would last about a minute. Sometimes liquid would leak out and sometimes not. I learned later that at age 13, I was having female orgasms!
High School was new and different and lots of people didn't know me....so I kind of had a fresh start. I loved the challenge and did well. I excelled at music and loved the drama club! During the summer after 9th grade, Mike and Tim starting being my friends again. Inviting me to hang out with them and some other guys...Charlie and Trey. It went well and I thought I was fitting in. Charlie's family was rich and they had a swimming pool and a pool house. One day during the summer, the five of use were spending the night in the pool house. I was very excited to be included and was really looking forward to it!
They told me to bring drinks and snacks and I arrived early. The other boys brought beer and porn to watch on the VCR. As soon as I arrived, I felt a strange vibe. They were watching porn and drinking beer, but kept telling me to fix a snack and bring it to them....bring me another beer...bring me another hot dog, etc. I felt comfortable in that role so didn't really mind. They were getting really buzzed and horny. Charlie told me to come sit down....I did and they were all looking at me and smirking. Finally Mike asked, "Hey, do you still wear panties?" My face was immediately flushed with embarrassment and I stammered. Mike continued, "Me and Tim told the others how you are a faggot who wears girls clothes....everybody knows!"
Charlie directed everyone's attention to the porn..."You see how that bitch is sucking those guys' cocks? You see how those guys are fucking that other bitch?" Still in shock with embarrassment, I stammered..."Yes". Charlie took two steps, closing the distance between us and slapped me hard across the face. "When men speak to a bitch, her answer should always be Yes sir or No sir....do you understand?" He spoke with authority and I immediately responded with a tentative Yes sir. (What was happening? What have I gotten into?
Mike and Tim told us you were a sissy faggot and we've decided you belong to us. So here's what's gonna happen...you're gonna be our bitch. You are gonna bring us food, run errands, wash our clothes when our mothers are out of town, do our homework...whatever we need or want you to do. But most of all, you are gonna be our bitch and take care of our sexual needs. Do you understand? Again, I stammered..."Sir....I don't really understand". Mike said for me not to worry, that they would tell me and teach me everything I needed to know. Charlie told me to go into the bathroom and change into the clothes that were hanging in there.
I went into the bathroom and thought I was gonna die! There was a razor and shaving cream with a note: Shave everything except your head. I had seen plenty of porn, so I knew what to do. I got busy and shaved my underarms, legs and paid special attention to my ass, balls and "clitty". Another note by an enema bottle: Clean out your ass pussy. So I douched my boi pussy until it ran clear. I suddenly got very scared. I had seen enough porn to know that I was cleaning out my ass because they were gonna fuck me. Now I had played with myself and watched porn, but have never even kissed a guy, much less sucking a cock or getting fucked. I was stuck and didn't see a way out.
I finished shaving and rubbed lotion all over my body. Although I was scared, it did feel wonderful! They had left for me a pair of silky pink crotchless' panties as well as a pair of crotchless' pantyhose. As I slid the panties and then the pantyhose up my bare legs, my clitty twitched a little. I felt very girly and didn't want to admit it, but enjoyed it very much. I put on the matching pink bra complete with breast forms. The main item -- a French maid's dress and black heels.
Mike told me to hurry up and so I tentatively opened the door just a bit. Mike reached in and pulled me out in from of the other guys. I was embarrassed but was beginning to enjoy it because I felt so feminine and girly -- and it seemed to feel right. A flash temporarily blinded me -- they were taking pictures. Again, Charlie took over. Now you really are a sissy faggot -- just look at how you're dressed! So here's what's gonna happen: tonight you're gonna be initiated into our little club. And from now on, you belong to us. Don't worry about being exposed -- we are gonna keep this our little secret -- as long as you do what we say. You're trapped -- and any time you think about trying to get out of this arrangement or disobey any one of us -- the pictures will be plastered all over the school.
Now let's get started! Dance for us! Twirl and swing your tail! Embarrassed and very self conscious...but I began to dance. And although they were laughing and howling, I began to enjoy it. I enjoyed the attention and the fact that they wanted me. I felt very feminine and comfortable. Trey grabbed me and pulled me close....grabbing my ass, he began to kiss me. I had never kissed anyone and he was putting his tongue in my mouth! I felt very overpowered and overwhelmed -- but it was wonderful! I loved being close to him and being held in his arms. Again, I felt my clitty twitch.
The events unfolded....I ended up kissing and `making out' with all four guys. I sucked all four cocks! I enjoyed exploring the difference in thickness and length of each cock...I enjoyed how each one smelled different. The first one I sucked was Charlie -- and he shot his cum in my mouth. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. "Swallow it, bitch" He ordered. And so I did...I struggled with gagging a bit...but I did swallow. His cum tasted salty and a bit sweet. I found that each guy's cum tasted a little different -- and I actually started to enjoy the flavor.
After I sucked all four of my men, Mike came up behind me and lifted up my skirt...pushing me down on my hands and knees. I felt something cold on my asshole.....he was lubing me up. They didn't call it my asshole, they only called it my pussy. Then he pushed his finger inside me and moved it around. I gasped because it felt so good. Then he pushed the tip of his cock against my cherry...and POP...in he went! He pushed in slowly and I gasped again because it hurt a little. He began to move in and out the full length of his 8 inches...rocking me back and forth. As he began to fuck me in earnest, Trey put his cock in my mouth and I was servicing two men. As Mike pumped his thick cock in and out, I began to feel a tingle. His cock was fucking my prostate and the warmth spread over my body. I began to squeal and then I spurted -- even though my clitty never got hard! They were fucking me like a woman and I came like a woman. It all felt so natural and wonderful to me! The rest of the details are a bit blurred, but before they all fell asleep, I had sucked each one of them twice, had been fucked at least four times and I came twice!
I lay in the floor spent. And rather than feeling degraded, humiliated or abuse, I felt very warm and very feminine and very wanted. I felt a stirring behind me and Mike lay down behind me and spooned me. We fell asleep in that position. For the next three years, I regularly serviced my men. I ran errands for them and did their homework for them. I sucked cock often, swallowed lots of cum and had my ass pussy fucked regularly. From time to time, one of my men would get a girlfriend and she would take over my "duties"...but my men always came back to me. Constantly reminding me I was a sissy faggot...not a man and would never be a man....constantly remind me my purpose in life was to be their bitch and serve them sexually. My men made me feel very feminine and very secure in what I was...and they kept me safe. No other guys ever bothered me from that night until the night we graduated from high school. That ended my time with them because everyone scattered --and I went out of state to college...where a new adventure began.
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