Leather Queen

Published on: 14 Oct 2019

Its not hard to be different from the rest.

I reside in the UK though My origins are Canadian "Quebec," I there for speak french and english.

I have at this time 5 slaves within My collar and are openly honored to wear such each of their profiles can be found on My fetlife profile " http://fetlife.com/6508106 "

I love each of My boys they are special to Me, each is at a different level within their training - even slaves whom had in the past been relieced for what ever reason have always begged their collars return.

I often as long as I feel their reasons for return be honest and true will grant a one time return to their training.

Do not ever however make the mistake of seeing My caring as weakness for such will quickly be set to rights, for each of My property boys know only too well if their service to Me during training is not to My desired standard punishments follow without thought.

I can be harsh I can be sadistic but if you love such in a Mistress come to Me tell Me a bit about yourself and what you are hoping / looking for and maybe you will be lucky enough to meet Me one day.


collettejones

Published on: 12 Oct 2019

Collette single again

Well after 30 months of being with my T Girl GF we hve split up as of monday the 7th october so thats it a little sad but ill get over things onwards and upwards so they say


Miss Spiteful

Published on: 11 Oct 2019

Alice And Anna - The Bridesmaids

Peter and I sat in my bedroom, sent there to keep out of the way while my mother and sister busied themselves getting ready for my sister's wedding. "I think weddings are a bore, don't you, Peter?” "Yeah", he replied, as he turned over the page of his comic.

Peter, my cousin, had to stay with me for the wedding. Like me, he was slightly built, but as friends we enjoyed having a rough and tumble, throwing stones, and poking fun at girls. They seemed boring, as they only talked about clothes and seemed to giggle at everything from behind their hands.


The house was full of noise, doors opening and shutting, calls of "Have you seen this", "Where's my hat", etc.


The doorbell rang again, "Oh Michael, will you see who it is, please". I sighed and ran down stairs and opened the front door. A telegram boy stood there with a silly grin on his face. I reached to take the message, but he leered "What about my tip, then".


I called out that it was a telegram. My mother called back "Bring it up to your sister's room and give him two shillings from my purse". I did as she asked, making sure I dropped it so he had to scrabble in the


dust to find it, poked my tongue out and slammed the door.


I ran upstairs to my sister's room and entered, gaping at the normally tidy room which now looked like a jumble sale, with clothes lying all over the bed and her wedding dress and those of the bridesmaids hanging up on the wardrobes. She was sitting at her dressing table in her nightdress complaining that nothing would go right, and I was surprised to hear her curse as she smudged her lipstick, which she claimed to have done for the hundredth time.


My mother took the telegram and gave it to my sister. "Mum, it's for you, not me". "Really! Well, who could be sending me a telegram, then?"


"Well open it, and then you'll find out". Poor Mum, she did the same thing with letters, always holding them and wondering for at least five minutes, before actually opening them.


My mother tore open the flap and read the message out loud "Sheila and Wendy ill with chicken pox can't make it". Good, I thought, we won't have them snivelling here. They were my two cousins who were going to be bridesmaids.


"Oh no, Mum!” cried my sister, "Nothing is going right! What shall we do?"

 

I turned and went back to my room and told Peter. "Good!” he said "They're both a pain". We grinned at each other, turning back to our comics. "The fuss weddings are, I wish it was over, then we can get at the grub", he added.


The house seemed to have gone quiet and peaceful at the news, but that did not last very long, as I heard my sister run down the stairs. "Well, I think it would work, who would know? I'll ask Dad and Uncle Jim and see what they think."


A Favour


Five minutes later, our door opened and my dad came in. "How're you doing boys? I've come to ask you both a favour, and I won't blame you for refusing."


My Uncle Jim came in too. He looked at Peter and said "The thing is boys your sister's bridesmaids have chicken pox." "We know", I said.


"Well, that means Jean has no bridesmaids and this is her big day and neither of you would be page boys because you thought they were sissy. Don't blame you. It's not a thing I would have wanted to be at your age", said my father, "but now it seems that Jean's dress has a very long train that she needs help with. We don't want to spoil her wedding, do we?"


"Well, I suppose we can do that for her, Dad, can't we Peter?"


Peter looked up, "We haven't got to wear those sissy page boy suits, have we?" he asked.


"Er, no, not really, but your sister thinks that if you wore the bridesmaids' dresses, it would be better, as you're not the smartest two I have ever seen, even if you have new suits."


"What!" we said together, "She wants us to do what?" I turned to Peter, "She wants us to dress as girls! You must be kidding!"


"Boys, it's only for a couple of hours, and then you can come back and change." "But Dad, wearing stupid dresses and acting like two soppy girls! What will my mates think if they ever found out? Supposing my friends at school saw me, what do you think they would say? I'm not doing that, not for anything!"


My father looked at me. "Well, I had thought that maybe if you did, that bike you had your eye on would make up for what you are doing for me and your mother."


"The same goes for you Peter" said my uncle, "I think you would both deserve a reward if you did it. I know it's a lot to ask any boy. Think about it for a few minutes. We'll be downstairs."


They both left the room. "Crikey, Peter, what do you think?"


"I don't know. I mean, will we have to dress in knickers and things?"


"I don't know. I expect so." I stood up, "Mind you, I would like that bike, wouldn't you? After all, I suppose it would be a laugh." I felt myself wavering and looked at Peter. "Yeah, I guess so. What do you think?"


"Well, we could, and anyway, like Dad said, it would be for him and Mum." "O.K. then, we'll do it-yes?" "Let's get it over with, then."


We went downstairs and into the front room. "Dad, we'll do it-but you do really mean that we can have those bikes if we do?" They both grinned and clapped us on the back. "Thanks boys, we knew you wouldn't let us down. You'll have those bikes first thing Monday morning, that's a promise."


"Well, what do we have to do?" Pete asked.


"Right, boys, you go and find your mothers and they'll help you."


I went upstairs to my sister's room and told them that we were going to do it. My sister grinned, "Thanks, Mike", she said. My aunt appeared, "Is everything here for Peter?" she asked. She looked at me. "I think you'll both make smashing girls" she laughed, "Well Jean, not many brides will be able to look back at their wedding and say they had two such very unusual bridesmaids!"


She picked up the dress that Peter was to wear and asked for the underwear. `Oh, God!' I thought, `We'll be wearing everything after all, knickers and bra - the lot.'


"I think we're lucky that they're about the same size as the girls."


The Transformation


My mother insisted that I had a bath and then come to her room, which I did after drying myself. I was handed the white silk knickers to put on and as I drew them up I felt very silly, noticing the lace trimmings on the hem and embroidered pink roses. I slipped off my dressing gown and my mother slipped my arms through the straps of the satin bra, which had cups made of very fine lace that formed a small pair of girlish mounds that surprised even my mother, "I thought that I would have to pad them out, but you seem to have enough there."


"Oh, have I?" I said. Next, she took the waspie and put it around my waist. "I think this will pull you in a bit, as your tummy is fat and it will give you hips like a girl's." She drew the laces together as it cinched my waist. "There, that's better. It's not too tight, is it? I've a good mind to make you wear it all the time," she laughed, "and keep that tummy in! - too many sweets!"


She told me to thread the dangling suspenders through my panties and handed me a pair of white silk stockings. "Mind you don't ladder them, they're very expensive." As I drew them up my legs I noticed the butterfly motif on the ankle. Mother showed me how to fasten them to the suspender and tie the bow to hide the suspender clasp. "We'll make a girl of you yet." she said. I blushed and felt stupid. "Oh mum, don't be silly."


As I tried to hide my embarrassment, she held the petticoats up and put them over my head, arranging them around my hips, smoothing the satin top one over the doubled net. "Oh my, they're so pretty," she said, "just look at that lace." The satin overskirt was shorter than the others, on which treble flounces of scalloped lace were sewn. Again I raised my arms to allow her to put on the matching satin camisole top, which had a band of matching lace with a peach satin bow in the centre.


"Well, I don't know, you look very pretty already. Now let me do your hair. This is the first time I've been glad you wear it long."


I sat down and felt my hair being swept up on top of my head and curled into a bun. Mother took a round doughnut of false hair and pinned mine into it and slid some combs into the drawn up hair to hold it in place, then took the two hanks that hung each side of my forehead and rolled them into curlers with setting lotion. "Now, while they dry, I can finish your hair." She took a large peach satin bow and fixed it to the back of my head, just below the bun. By now I had forgotten that I had protested a short while ago and had begun to feel a pleasure at being dressed as I was. Somehow it felt nice to feel the tug of my stockings and the sense of my breasts cupped in the bra felt quite pleasant.


I realized that I was sitting like a girl, with my hands resting demurely in my lap, and felt that it was also nice to have all this fussing over getting ready. I supposed that this was normal for a girl, but I was a boy. So why did I feel this? Maybe there was more to being a girl than I realized. My mother was now placing a headdress of silk flowers in peach and white with narrow ribbons that hung each side; then a gold locket at my throat.


"The lockets were for the girls, but you might as well wear them. Now, we'd better put on some make-up."


"Make-up!" I gasped, "Like a girl?" "Certainly; we want to look our best, don't we? And it will make you look more feminine."


She busied herself drawing arched eyebrows and putting eye shadow on my eyelids, then mascara to thicken and darken my lashes, a touch of blusher and a glossy soft pink lipstick. Then she took out the curlers and unrolled my hair to hang in a ringlet each side of my face. She took the peach satin dress from its hanger and held it open for me to step into. "Bunch your petticoats around you, dear, so they don't tangle while you're putting on your dress." I did so, and let her draw the dress over my arms after I had let my petticoats go, once I stood inside the skirt. Mother drew the zip up at the back and fastened the hook, then arranged the neckline which was v-ed to show off the lace and satin bow of my camisole top. The sleeves were short and puffed, with a bow on each cuff. Next, the white lace gloves that came up to my elbows with a cluster of peach bows on the wrists; then a posy of flowers with satin ribbons to hold.


"Put these shoes on and I think we can show the others what a pretty girl you are now; if that's the right thing to say."


I slipped my feet into the peach satin shoes with two inch heels that now completed my transformation.


"Well, don't you want to see yourself?"


A Girl! 

I walked to the full-length mirror and gasped. I could not believe that the girl looking back was in fact me. I was speechless as I took in the picture of this pretty girl in a bridesmaid's dress of shimmering satin. For some time I just stood there amazed that I could look so like a girl. "Well, the cat got your tongue, then?" smiled my mother, "To be honest, I'm quite amazed myself! If I didn't know you were my son I'd think you were a girl! Now, what do you think?"


"Oh, mum, I look so like a girl - I don't know what to say! I mean, I never knew I could look - er, well, you know; so pretty! It's funny; I don't know what to say!" I felt odd and light headed as I turned to look sideways, drinking in the flow of my dress as I turned. As it flowed out, the movement lifted the hem to show a glimpse of the petticoat lace, and a shiver of excitement ran through me as I realized that I looked quite beautiful. Suddenly, I felt relaxed and very happy, and turned to my mother and shrugged, "Mum, I think it's wonderful what you've done to me; I'm not sure what I feel; I just feel mixed up! I know a boy shouldn't say it, but I think that I like wearing this dress and these girls' clothes, and for some reason I'm enjoying it. Is that wrong?"


"Mat I don't know, dear. Perhaps it's because of the clothes. Anyway, let's show your sister what her new sister looks like!"


I lifted my dress without thinking and followed my mother to my sister's room, enjoying the swirl of my skirt as it billowed round me, thinking how lovely the rustle of my petticoats sounded. The feeling of the heels made me take shorter steps, and again I felt the shiver of excitement run through me which set my nerves tingling.


The idea that I was dressed from head to toe in girls' clothes sent a delightful thrill through me; I suddenly knew that it felt wonderful.


My sister was now wearing her wedding dress, and gasped as mother called me in. "Oh, mother, he is simply beautiful; he looks like a girl, and a very pretty one, at that! How on earth did you do it?" She turned to me; "Well, my beautiful little sister, how do you like being a girl then?" When she said that I looked beautiful, I felt a spasm of sheer joy, and I said to her, "I think you look lovely, too; and your wedding dress is beautiful."


She raised her eyebrows and looked at mother, "Where did he learn to speak like a girl?"


I realized that for some reason I had softened my voice. I blushed and then retorted, "Well, it was your idea for me to dress as a girl at your wedding, not mine!"


"Hey! I'm sorry! Mum, see how Peter is getting on, as I'd better explain what she, I mean he, has to do."


Mother left us, and my sister began explaining what a bridesmaid's role is. It seemed funny at first, but after a few minutes we began talking about our dresses, and she asked me to put on her headdress and veil. I did so, and realized that I was now thoroughly enjoying the girl's role, fussing at the spray of silk flowers to get it just right, and arranging the veil at the back.


"You know, I do believe you're enjoying this little pretence of being a girl, aren't you?"


Again I felt myself blush and I murmured, "Yes, I think so."


She smiled. "I often wanted a sister, and now it seems I won't be around to enjoy her!" She gave me a hug. "Thanks, anyway, for doing this. I guess you might have a great story to tell someday, as not many boys ever get the chance to be a bridesmaid, nor look so pretty! Now, let's get downstairs!"


I held her train as we went towards the stairs, once again feeling the thrill of the dress around my body.


On the landing, Peter came out, and we both stood and stared at each other. He, too, wore a dress which matched mine, with his hair swept up. I gave him a faint smile as I noticed that, like me, he looked as pretty as a girl.


"My word! I think we have two secret girls here that have been hiding! You look like twin sisters!"


My aunt now saw me as well, and smiled. "Well, girls, let's get downstairs. Peter, you help her, I mean him, your cousin, with the train."


Peter came beside me, grinned, and whispered, "You look great - really pretty!"


I whispered back, "So do you! What do you think, now that you're dressed as a girl?"


But before he had a chance to answer, we entered the front room. Our respective fathers stared in open-mouthed amazement.


"Well, what about the bride then, dad?" asked my sister, "I'm beginning to feel the odd one out here!", and she too grinned, "They certainly look the part; I never knew I had a sister!"


The attention now passed to my sister as the novelty of the two of us passed, but I noticed that my uncle and father gave us long looks now and again, as if they were wondering if they'd done the right thing in allowing us to be dressed.


Too late; I too noticed that we both seemed to be sliding into the feminine role as we fussed over the dress and train, lifting our skirts as we moved back and forth.


Various neighbours popped in to see the bride, wanting photographs, and they had no idea that the two pretty bridesmaids were in fact the rascals they were more used to complaining about for kicking footballs into their gardens!


Soon everyone was ready, and we discovered that we had a car to ourselves. It was thrilling as we left the house and walked down the path to the car, now taking dainty steps and lifting our skirts, bringing delighted gasps from the girls watching, at the sight of our lacey petticoats.


We heard comments that were music to my ears, about how attractive we both looked.


A Question


I now found myself loving the feel of my dress and the swish of my petticoats, and wanted to act more feminine every minute; but was afraid that Peter might notice if I did.


Once inside the car we sat back. "Well" said Peter, "Do you think it's worth all this to get a bike?"


"Yes, I think so! - Peter; are you enjoying it all? I mean; how do you feel?" I asked.


He paused a moment, looking at me, and then he reached out for my hand and gave it a squeeze. "To be honest, up to now I've often wondered what it would be like to wear a dress, and I quite like it." He was silent for a second or two and then he squeezed my hand again. "I think you feel the same; I don't think it's being sissy or anything, but like this, everything seems nicer. Can you understand why?"


I breathed a sigh of relief. "I think so too! I seem to feel that wearing girls' clothes has the effect that I want to act like a girl, and even walk like one, but I was frightened in case you'd think I was being silly.”


Peter then smiled, and, keeping hold of my hand said, "You see, even doing this feels natural now; and to be honest, I think you look very pretty."


"Thank you" I replied, "You're looking lovely too! Aren't these dresses beautiful?" and I flounced the dress out to stop the material from becoming creased.


We sat back as the car pulled away. "Listen" said Peter, "We can't call ourselves boys' names now; what name would you like?"


Something seemed to go pop in my head as I shyly looked at him, feeling an inner excitement. "I think the name Alice is very sweet, don't you?" I knew that I had spoken in a higher voice, but just felt that I had to.


"Yes, that is nice, I like that" He, too, had softened his voice, "Alice - and Anna. How does that sound?"


I reached out to straighten out a loose flower in Anna's hair. "I think that we're the two luckiest girls that I know today, Anna!" and I gave her a pretty smile.


Anna clasped my hands in hers. "This is going to be the start of a wonderful day, Alice, and I think that our dresses have made it lovely that we can share a day together as two pretty girls!"


The car arrived at the church, and the driver opened the door and helped us out. A thrill ran through me as I stood smoothing the dress, which was wafting in the light breeze and gleaming in the sunshine. We held hands and moved towards the church steps past the watching crowd of friends and neighbours, blushing at the comments about what a sweet picture we made together.


The vicar met us at the church door, saying "My, you look very pretty! What are your names?"


I looked at him coyly and said softly, "I'm Alice, and this is Anna."


"Well, girls; are you sisters? You look so alike!"


"No, not sisters, but cousins" said Anna, with a radiant smile.


A Surprise


MY uncle arrived at the gate and hurried to our sides; we greeted him as one: "We've told the vicar that our names are Anna and Alice" I hissed.


"WHAT? Oh! Yes! um, Anna and Alice; well, you'd better come down to the gate! Excuse us, vicar!"


We fell in behind him, and once we were out of earshot, he exploded "Who the hell said you're to have girl's names?"


"Oh, father, how can we call each other Michael and Peter now we're dressed as girls? We thought that if we've got to act as girls we'd better have names to suit, didn’t we, Alice?"


"Yes; so you'd better pass the word to the rest of the family. We don't intend to be a laughing stock; and remember it was you and father who started this!"


"Ah! Yes, we did. Perhaps you're right. I'll tell your parents as soon as they arrive. You do know what you have to do…?

 

We both nodded, and he turned away to speak to some arriving guests. He left us at the gate with a whispered "Good luck, boys!" and hurried into the church.


We waited at the gate smiling and thanking the guests as they arrived and complimented us on how pretty we looked; both of us now thoroughly enjoying the girls' roles that we were required to play, with the silent relief that we both felt somehow completely unashamed at trying to feel feminine.


At last the car came with the bride and my father, who gave us both a wink as we helped her out. As she arranged her dress and train, I whispered to her "You had better know that he is now Anna, and I am Alice."


She looked at me in surprise. "I think you two are really enjoying this little game of pretend girls, aren't you?" We both nodded, and she said "Bless you both, anyway, for not spoiling my day!", and she leant forward and gave each of us a big kiss.


As we picked up the long lace train and slowly walked behind her I saw that she was talking softly to my father, who glanced back and mouthed silently the words "Alice and Anna?", and winked again.


As we entered the church and moved up the aisle, we could hear murmurs of admiration for the radiant bride, whom we now set off with our pretty peach satin dresses, and we smiled with inward delight at our lovely secret.


The remarks we overheard about our beauty sent thrills of delight through both of us as we arranged the train as we had been told and joined the bride and groom at the altar, one of us on each side.


Curtseying


After the ceremony we went to the vestry, and again we helped with the train. When they had gone in, we went back to the steps and stood side by side, holding hands. I whispered to Anna, who smiled and nodded at what I said, and as the bride and groom returned we waited at each side of the nave. When they drew level with us, we both dropped a deep curtsey that brought gasps of delight from the assembly in the church. My sister looked at us both and whispered, "I love you both for that!"


Outside the photographer fussed as we posed for the pictures. Everyone wanted to tell us what a lovely curtsey we had made; so lovely and perfectly together. We felt pure delight as we swished back and forth, remaining all the time two very demure girls. As we left in the car for the reception, my mother and father joined us. "What's this about you giving yourselves girls' names, then?"


We explained that we felt it best, and dad agreed that we had done right. Then my mother thanked us for what we had done, and asked whose idea was the curtsey.


I told her it was mine, and she said "Well, it was a lovely thing to do, and if I may say so, you certainly played your parts well. Now I expect you'll want to go home and change."


I gasped, "Do we have to?" and we both looked very crestfallen.


"But surely you want to enjoy yourselves as boys, and get out of those dresses?" We looked at each other, and then I blurted out "No! I want to spend the rest of the day enjoying this feeling, and so does Anna!"


Our parents sat there looking dumbfounded; my father looked annoyed and my mother shocked.


"But you're both boys! What on earth can you see in wearing girls' clothes?" That I could not answer, and neither could Anna; but by this time it was too late; we had arrived at the reception, and we alighted and escaped inside.


It was wonderful as the evening drew on, and we gaily flitted to and fro, delighting in our new world of showing off our femininity and the pretty clothes we were wearing.


During the evening I spoke to Anna. "When you go back home, will you still feel the same about dressing as a girl?" I asked.


"I think I will" replied Anna, "Not all the time, because I enjoy being Peter too much as well. But I'm sure that now I've been Anna for one day, I'd love to be her again sometimes."


The slight feeling of doubt and guilt that had been in the back of my mind evaporated. If it was wrong to feel the way I did, then at least I was not the only one!


"Oh, Anna!" I said, taking her hand, "I do hope that wherever you appear again in the future, your friend Alice will be with you to share your fun!"


ALICE


collettejones

Published on: 10 Oct 2019

Leeds first friday and saturday event

Thinking of attending my first Leeds event in November anyone help with best hotels to attend and bars to mingle where t girls meet

 

Message me if you can help me please mwah


dazza2016

Published on: 09 Oct 2019

Under development

"Everything will be fine" mum said as she squeezed my hand. I was so nervous, I hated the doctors at the best of times but this? This was utterly embarrassing. I was depressed, suicidal even. Why me? I was hopeful that this would be the end of it, there was a simple problem that could be solved with some medication. The problem was that I was 15 years old but I'd barely grown or developed since I was 8 or 9. I was the smallest boy in the year, I couldn't even pee in the urinals because my penis was so small i couldn't point it out of my trousers. Having to sit down to pee at school was embarrassing, why wasn't I growing up like the other boys? Even the girls in my year towered over me. 

 

 

"Ok, come in and sit down Michael. Mrs smith, take a seat" this didn't sound like good news. "I'm afraid I don't have any good news" brilliant. "I actually still don't have any news. The blood tests are back, have you been taking the hormones we gave you?" She asked. "YES! He hasn't missed one I've made sure of it!" Mum snapped back. "The blood tests aren't showing any signs of testosterone present. It's almost as if your body is rejecting it." She seemed so concerned. I hated going to the doctors but I had to admit I liked Dr Johnson. She was beautiful, long brown hair, piercing green eyes, perfect skin, long legs she wasn't shy about showing. She was everything I found attractive in a woman. She was so kind as well, I could totally forgive any woman for laughing or smirking at the sight of my baby penis but she never once let on that there was anything wrong with me, just that I had a condition she was trying to treat. I felt safe with her, my mum on the other hand, I could tell she was embarrassed by me. "Let's take a look at you then" said Dr Johnson. "Do I need to be naked?" I moaned. "I'm sorry Micheal, we need to keep taking your measurements to find out if we are making any progress. There's nothing to be ashamed of here." She was right, if I was going to be fixed I needed to be willing. "Ok." I started taking off my clothes. Shirt first, it was so cold. Not good for someone with a genital growth defect. Then the trousers, then the under pants...

 

"Ok, we will be measuring length and girth, I'm sorry the tape measure is a little cold to touch" it wouldn't make a difference, not with my little button. "We are up to 3 centimetres! That's the longest it's been! Your girth is the same at 2cm but that's encouraging" it's not until you hear how tiny your penis is that you realise how small you actually are. "Still no growth in the testicle department and we still only have one" great. "Mrs Smith, I'm going to ask Michael some personal questions I'd like you to leave the room if that's ok?" Mum looked worried. "It's ok mum, just wait outside" she agreed and went outside. "Personal questions? Sounds great!" I said sarcastically. "Michael, are you managing to...masturbate?" My face went bright red. "Erm, yes, why?" She went red too now, I could tell she didn't want to really know the sexual habits of a 15 year old boy. "Ok, when you ejaculate, roughly how much semen do you produce?" Jeez doc! Personal much? "A few drops?" Way less than the average I guessed. "Ok, thats not very specific. Do you think you could bring me a sample?" Sure why not, I mean who doesn't like whacking off into a test tube? "Ok, I'll pop back tomorrow" I said. 

 

"Michael, it's going to be ok you know" She said in such a calming voice. I couldn't help but throw my tiny arms around her. "Oh Michael, you'll get me into trouble" she whispered as she squeezed me back even harder. "Keep taking the hormones. I'll see you tomorrow"

 

"What was that all about? What personal questions did she ask you?" Mum asked. "PERSONAL ones!" I snapped back. "I need to go back tomorrow after school". Ah yes school, how marvellous. A place for the boys and girls to find new ways of torturing me. Luckily I had Joe and Lucy to watch over me. Joe and I had played together since we were kids, our mums were close. Joe was the polar opposite of me; tall, strong, muscular, hairy, the very definition of masculinity. He could buy beers from the shop and no one would question it. He'd even began shaving. He was the toughest guy in school since we moved into year 11. No one really managed to pick on me properly now, except one kid called Thomas. He was in my PE class and Joe wasn't, I dreaded it. Lucy was Joes girlfriend, petite, blonde, gorgeous and so lovely to me. She was like a big sister to me even though she was a year younger. 

 

 

"Do I have to go to school tomorrow mum?" I moaned. "Yes! I don't want you falling behind the other kids!" Well that was a joke in itself. The year 7 kids were bigger than me for God's sake.

 

The next morning I began like any other, I woke up, took my tablets and started getting ready for school. "Mum! Where's all my boxer shorts??" I screamed down stairs. "They're still in the wash you'll have to wear a pair of Serena's knickers again" at this point in my life, I just wanted to die. I'm almost certain my mum actually wanted me to get the shit kicked out of me. I went into Serena's room, my 12 year old sister. "I need to borrow your pants again cos mum hasn't washed mine" Serena had entered that cocky pre teen phase and enjoyed watching me suffer. "You can have the pink frilly ones they really suit your baby dick!" She giggled. "Just give me the plain white ones will you?" I begged. The look on her face turned to an evil smile. "I've only got these satin purple ones left" 

 

I took them and went back to my room. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with these??" I thought. "I mean I can't wear them...can I? Well I'll just try them on, they probably don't fit anyway" I closed my door and looked at them on the bed. They were so smooth to touch, I felt myself getting a little turned on looking at them. "What the hell, nobody's going to see me in them, I might as well give them a go" I slipped them on, my word, they felt devine. They hugged my butt and wrapped themselves around my little cock very snuggly. "Let's see how they feel under my trousers then" I put my socks and trousers on. Then my shirt and tie. "Lovely. I  felt so nice, and a little naughty" but I wasn't about to commit suicide and wear them to school. I decided against it. So I sat down to start getting undressed. Before I could start, my mum burst into the room, "Quick! I forgot it's Serenas school trip today so we have to leave early, 10 minutes ago precisely!" Oh no, I can see the horrific turn of events unfolding in front of my eyes. "Ok let me jus....." she grabbed my arm and dragged me downstairs. "No time Mikey, get in the car" well this was about to be the worst day of my life.

 

Well at this point I was so conflicted, on the one hand I was nervous and worried someone would find out, on the other hand these knickers felt amazing. I had a little boner most of the morning. Luckily (how ironic) the combination of my grossly under developed penis and the snugness of the knickers meant no one could tell. I just had to be careful. 

 

The morning lessons went off without a hitch. I found Joe and Lucy at lunch and sat with them. Tom was following me around all day like a bad smell. "How's the treatment coming Mikey?" Lucy asked. "They still don't know what's wrong with me. Oh and I have to take in a semen sample after school so that's Awesome" I replied sarcastically. "I'm this close to giving up and being 9 forever". "Come on pal it's not the end of the world! You got arms and legs and you can walk and see! It's not as bad as all that you just look younger" Joe said. And he was right, who was I to complain? It's not like I was a starving African or a paraplegic. "Joe you have this way of making me feel grateful, how on earth do you do that?" I asked him with a big smile on my face. "Just gifted mate" he joked back. 

 

 

When we finished lunch we all went out separate ways. I was desperate for a wee so I went to the toilet. Everything was fine until the door slammed behind me. I turned around and there was Tom. "Got you on your own now faggot boy!" He snarled. "What the fuck do you want with me? Why can't you pick on someone your own size!?" I barked back. "Come on then let's see you piss like a girl!" Oh yeah the satin purple 12 year old girls knickers I was wearing, well fucking brilliant. At this point I thought the shock value might actually make his tiny brain explode. "Ok you wanna see me piss like a girl? You like chicks with dicks yeah? Here you go!" I whipped my trousers down and showed him my smooth legs that led up to my tiny little package tucked safely inside my sister knickers. What happened next, I was not expecting....

 

"What? Why are you wearing girls knickers?" Tom asked. His mood had totally changed. He actually looked concerned. "My mum hadn't washed my boxers. Please don't tell anyone Tom" I begged him. "I won't" he said, genuinely. He just kept staring at my baby dick. "You erm, ok Tom?" This was weird, I felt like I had power over him. I could also see that he had a massive hard on. Which made me feel all flustered. What? Why was I feeling that way? Had I turned him on and that fact had turned me on? My little boner came back quickly and Toms eyes lit up. "I won't tell anyone, but it will cost you" I'd spent up at dinner so god knows what I was going to do. "Look I'll pay you some money tomor...." he shoved me into a stall and locked the door. "What are you doing?" I asked. He kept silent. He u did his zipper and pulled out the biggest cock I'd ever seen in real life. "Open your mouth" What?? I wasn't gay! Neither was Tom supposedly!! "I won't I don't want to!" I was crying at this point because I knew deep down that it was going to happen. I almost wanted it to happen too. I was fighting off all these weird new urges I was having. I was fascinated by this giant manhood in front of me. Scared by it. "Open your mouth faggot boy" then I got mad again. Ok let's see how you like getting your cock bit off dickhead! "Ok let's get this over with" I wept. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I leaned in, I could smell the musk coming from his balls. I never knew that smell from my own ball. It was quite intoxicating and my tiny boner came back. I opened my mouth and pushed my head forward allowing the head of his cock into my mouth. Wow. This was weird. I kept fantasising about biting it off....soon. I mean I couldn't just do it straight away, I'd need to lower him into a false sense of security. Yes I'd definitely have to do this a little bit longer first. Also I'd need to get a bit further down his dick wouldn't I? So I started pushing my head further on to his cock. This thing was massive, at least 8 inches and very thick. I barely got half way down when I started to gag a bit. I reached out and grabbed the base. Well I'd need him to think I was into it wouldn't I? I wasn't gay! No I had a mission to complete. So I started sucking harder, moving my mouth up and down his cock and using my hand on the shaft. I put my other hand on his balls and started to gently rub them. They were also massive. And heavy, Jesus what were they made of lead? So there I am, I've gone from straight boy to straight boy accidentally wearing knickers to sucking off the school bully in the men's room like a fucking pornstar. I got so into it I forgot to bite him. Was I, enjoying this? I was. I couldn't lie to myself anymore. This was thrilling. I felt so in control. Well, I did until his cock started twitching. I knew what was about to happen so I pulled my head away only for Tom to grab my head and start fucking my mouth. It went so far in I was choking. Then he let out a moan as floods of cum filled my throat and mouth..and more..and more Jesus what was this guy? I pulled away and got two more shots on my face. I'd inadvertently swallowed most of it, the rest I spat out then wiped the loads on my face. "If you ever tell anyone about this I'll fucking kill you" Oh yeah I couldn't wait to tell everyone I wear knickers and suck men off. "Your secret is safe with me Tom"

 

Well after a whirlwind day at school, I still needed to go to the doctors and drop off my sample. My mum picked me up from school, she could tell something had happened. "You ok sweetie?" I hated her calling me that, it was so emasculating. "Yeah fine, nothing out of the ordinary" yeah right apart from choking on Toms giant dick and swallowing a huge load of cum. I just wanted this day to end. After all the events of today I just wanted to go home and relieve my sexual tension. I was so horny being in the satin knickers all day and taking a full load to the throat and face for the first time was a lot to take in. I didn't know who I was anymore. I was so sure I wasn't gay but the first time someone shoved a cock in my face I turned into a panty wearing whore. I needed to see Dr Johnson. She'd bring me back to reality and make me feel better. 

 

Sitting in the waiting area with my bag containing my sample I reflected on today's events. Why did Tom go from wanting me dead to fucking my face? Maybe he was just horny. Maybe he was gay all this time and just fancied me? It's very typical school boy behaviour isn't it?  Picking on the girl you like, or in this case the boy. 

 

"Michael Smith to see Dr Johnson" the intercom squawked. "Wait here mum" 

 

I went into the room and Dr Johnson was bent over looking in a drawer for my paper work. Her perfect legs and bum were in full view. My little cock got rock hard instantly. God how I wished I was a real man who could fuck someone like that. Grab her waist and smash her brains out with a huge cock...sadly I don't even think I could penetrate her at all, there just wasn't enough there to get past the legs and bum. 

 

"Ok Mike, did you get me a sample?" She asked as she came back over from the drawers, ruining my daydream. "Yeah it's in my bag, hold on" I reached in my bag and grabbed my tube. I handed her the tiny speckle of semen id produced. It looked like less than Toms pre cum. "Here it is". "Mike this is empt..oh sorry yes I can see it" she was obviously embarrassed. She didn't mean to hurt my feelings. "Michael, I've been wanting to check something for a while now and looking at this sample I can see that it's definitely time" Oh my god what now? At least it can't get anymore embarrassing. "I'm going to examine your prostate" oh look at that wrong again. "It's nothing to be worried about, I just want to see if we can locate your other testicle and check your prostate for any signs of infection"

Brilliant. The hottest doctor in the whole world is about to stick her finger up my butt. Oh and I'm still wearing my little sisters pants. 

"Take off your trousers and lay down on the bed." I did, after all I trusted her to not make me feel ashamed. "I can explain the underwear.." I started. "Yes they're very pretty Michael, you look lovely" she said in a genuine voice. I got all shy and blushed and little dick jumped straight up. "Oh" she said not knowing where to put her face. "I'm sorry Doctor I don't know why that happened" I said sheepishly. "It's ok michael, let's take the knickers off and get you ready. Can you just lift your bum off the table and I'll slip them off" my little cock was stiff as a board. She touched it, "well it's working fine definitely. It looks like it might have got a little bit bigger" at this point in my life I don't think I'd ever been this turned on. She put on some latex gloves and lifted my legs up into some stirrups. Then she started applying some lubricant to my tiny butt hole. It felt weird, good weird. Nobody had ever touched me there. I'd never touched me there. "I'm just going to insert a finger mike" as she did she was comforting me with her other hand stroking my hair. Her finger slowly entered my bum and I could feel her knuckles gently bumping their way through my tight hole. "Ooh" I moaned. "Are you ok?" She asked, concerned. "I'm ok, it feels, different" she started moving her finger around inside me and it felt amazing. Why hadn't I ever tried this on myself? "I need to use 2 fingers now to check the prostate, are you sure you're ok?" Ok? Ok? I was in heaven, she could have rammed a fist up me, I'd have greedily taken it all. As her fingers worked their way to my prostate I let out a little moan. I opened my eyes and what I saw blew me away. Dr Johnson was ENJOYING this. She was taking full advantage of me, I didn't care. I wanted more. "Do you think I could use 3 fingers mike? Are you sure you're ok?" She asked. "Please use 3, please" I begged her for more like a little cheap slut. What was it about me today? Two people trying to fuck me? This was insane. It was different though. This wasn't the kind of sex I'd fantasised about. I was the submissive in both encounters. I was the girl. "Mikey, give me your hand." I was swirling around in sexual ecstasy, squirming with delight on the table. I reached out to give her my hand and she shoved it up her skirt and I could feel her hot, wet, throbbing Pussy. I had no idea what to do. She guided my finger inside her, it was so wet and hot. "OH MY GOD IM CUMM...." she grabbed my throat in a fit of sheer pleasure while her Pussy clenched onto my finger and she came all over my hand. The feel of her hand on my throat did something to me and without even being touched, my cock was cumming, more cum than I'd ever shot in my life.

 

 

"Oh What have I done?" Doctor Johnson looked horrified. "I'll get the sack if anyone finds out!" She was utterly terrified. "Why on earth would I tell anyone? I need you in my life doc. Either as a doctor, friend or lover. I don't want to lose what I had with you before I waked in today. If that means pretending it never happened then I'm ok with that." I meant it as well, I couldn't lose Dr Johnson from my life. I needed her. She seemed to relax a little. "Well, we had better get you cleaned up" Oh yeah I was sitting with my legs up covered in my own cum. "I'll get some tissue" she then started to clean me. She looked at me while she was doing it. I felt so cared for, she really felt something for me I knew that, but I couldn't put my finger on exactly how she felt. Did she want to be my girlfriend? Did she see me as a helpless child to care for? Was she a child abuser getting her kicks out of almost fisting my ass? I mean I did have the body of a 9 year old.

 

I went home from the doctors a quivering wreck. In one day I'd had my face and ass fucked by two seperate people. It felt weird having any kind of sex Life. I just couldn't believe I'd had my throat fucked before I'd touched my first Pussy. Didn't see that one coming. Having reflected on the day, I started to connect a few dots: nothing about any of the sex I had today was masculine in anyway. I'd also been wearing satin knickers. Maybe because I'd dressed like a girl, I got treated like one? I mean getting throat fucked and fingered aren't your typical straight guy activities are they? Well let's see what tomorrow brings. Bath time first though, I needed to give my poor little butt hole a relaxing soak in the tub.

 

 

Laid in the tub my mind kept wandering to the events of today. I could still taste Toms cum and my butt was still tingling from the treatment Dr Johnson gave it earlier. Is this how girls felt after sex? I looked down at my cock. "How am I ever going to find a girlfriend with this?" I thought. I saw Lucy's baby brother being changed last year, let's just say we measured up. I started to think about Toms cock. It was so big and thick. Veiny, rock hard...speaking of which, why was mine getting hard? WHY IS A DICK MAKING MY COCK HARD?? I'm not gay! I put my thumb and finger on my little dick and started stroking. Imagining Toms big thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth, wanting him force me on to my knees and shove his cock into my...oh, oh my..."well that was quick" I thought to myself. I cleaned up and washed myself. Time to go to bed. School trip in the morning. Some rubbish country house. Hopefully not too boring.

 

As the bus pulled up I looked out the window. I'll admit this country house was pretty impressive from the outside. Huge. Stunning looking architecture. We all went inside one by one. Joe and Lucy weren't here so I was pretty much on my own. I wandered off upstairs on my own, everyone kind of filtered off as we were allowed to explore on our own. I went up to the top floor and started looking in the rooms. I found a huge master bedroom with a four poster bed and a walk in closet. All very Victorian and it had some old women's clothes. Very traditional long gowns. One sequin covered red one with a fluffy top. It wasn't my size, far too big for little me. But, when in Rome...I slid out of my uniform and into the dress. It didn't fit at all, and I couldn't reach the zip. Still, I looked kind of glam. I don't know where this cross dressing obsession came from but it was intoxicating. Knowing my tiny bulge was tucked away in some lacy knickers while I was wearing a gown. Hot. 

 

I started stroking my bulge...then I heard the door. "Shit" I thought. I kept still and quiet hoping whoever it was would go away. Then the closet door handle moved. The door flung open and Tom was standing there.

 

Ever since Tom came in my mouth I felt absolutely no fear with him at all. Matter of fact I held all the cards. I knew he wanted more so I was going to use that to my advantage.

 

 

"Oh it's you" I said, kind of seductively. "Following me around now?" He walked over and put his hand on my throat. "I know you think you're clever faggot but I'll kill you if you tell anyone about us" he growled. "Us? Am I your girlfriend now?" I struggled. "No, you're my bitch" he snapped back. He forced me onto my knees and pulled his cock out. Jesus it looked even bigger than I remember. He rammed it into my mouth like last time but seemed to go slower like he was trying not to cum.  I was just getting into it, my tiny cock was throbbing in my pants...then he stopped. I was fully expecting a huge load of cum to fill my mouth but no. "Turn around" he said. "The fuck? What do you mean turn around?" I asked alarmed. "You fucking know exactly what I mean now turn around" I did as he asked, scared and nervous. I was also incredibly turned on. He lifted up my gown and grabbed my hips. He then took my knickers and slowly dragged them off me. Then, he went down on me...well my ass. It was such a turn on having my ass worshipped. His tongue slid in and out of my tight little butt, all the while he was fiddling with my tiny cock.