THE BEST CHRISTMAS
BY TIFFIANY

I was twelve years old that Christmas.  Dad and I lived alone ever since
Mom left and took my older sister with her.  Our home had never been the
"Cleavers".  Lot's of fighting and arguing between Mom and Dad.  Dad's
drinking and Mom's nagging just fueled the fire to the point of Mom running
away.  Never of us, to my knowledge, had ever heard from either of them
again.

Dad worked long ours and even at 12 I spent a lot of time home alone.  I
kind of fell into the role of housekeeper for the two of us.  I had learned
enough to cook a meal and I had learned to do the laundry except for Dad's
dress clothes which went to the dry cleaner.  I didn't have many friends at
school and being of small stature I became an easy target for the school
bullies.  Therefore I had become a loner and spent most of my time home
alone.

Now Dad I know cared for me a great deal but I could also sense his loss of
no longer seeing his daughter.  She was his special pet.  I think the
attention he showered on her just further fueled the problems between Mom
and Dad.  Jenny was two years my senior and she was very pretty.  She
really was the epitome of femininity. No tom-boy traits in her.  Both she
and I shared the same family traits, blue eyes and golden blond hair.
After Mom and she left I got lazy about hair cuts and my hair had grown to
my shoulders.  I kinda liked it long and it was as soft and pretty as
Jenny's had been.  I wore it in a pony tail to school which only served to
provide another source for me to be picked on.

Well Our three bedroom house was pretty empty with just Dad and I. Dad had
never touched Jenny's room after she and Mom left in the middle of the
night.  I of course explored her room.  Evidently she and Mom had planned
on retrieving some of their things left boxed and packed in her room.
After several months went by and no one came to claim the boxes I of course
had to explore them.  Many of her clothes were in the boxes along with her
limited make-up and some of her nick-knacks.  I fondled many of her satiny
under things and really like how nice they felt against my skin.  She
really had some frilly things.  Satin & lace panty and bra sets in such
pretty pastels of pink, white, blue and yellow.  Each exploration ended in
embarrassment for me as I would quickly repack the boxes and hurriedly exit
the room.

Eventually as part of my house keeping I decided to get rid of the boxes
and straight up Jenny's room.  So this afternoon I spent the entire time
unpacking the boxes and putting the contents back into the dresser drawers
and closets.  I arranged a panty drawer, a drawer for her bras, one for her
slips and camisoles.  Another drawer held her tights and socks.  I unpacked
her dresses and skirts, somewhat wrinkled, I placed them on hangers and
hung them in her closet along with her lacy blouses.  I couldn't help
holding a skirt or dress against me and look at myself in the mirror.  I
did look a little like Jenny and it looked as if her clothes would even fit
me.  Horror of that thought and embarrassment stopped me from anything
further.  By that evening you could have not know that a young girl was not
inhabiting the room with it's pink and white canopy bed with drapes to
match.  Even her vanity now contained her make-up and extra tools of the
young girl.  I was a little apprehensive as to what the reaction of Dad
would be when he saw it.  If he did see it he never said anything to me.

It was late summer when it finally happened.  Home alone again and bored I
enter Jenny's room.  I went to the drawers and without a real plan in mind
sorted out the pink satin panties with the lace trimmed leg openings.  The
matching bra came out next and I laid them out on her bed.  I went to her
closet and pulled out a gray pleated skirt and a pink satiny blouse with
lace collar and laid the skirt on top of the panties and the blouse over
the bra.  Searching her sock drawer I found a pair of white knee socks with
the tops trimmed in pink.  I the closet I found her black patent leather
flats and set them down next to the bed.  Something was missing.  I went to
her slip drawer and pulled out a lacy satin petty slip and tucked it under
the skirt on the bed.  Oh one more item from her vanity - pink scrunchies
to match the blouse that she use to wear in her hair.

My mission complete I sat on her bed contemplating the lovely clothes laid
in front of me.  I really wanted to try them on.  I wanted to see what I
looked like in her clothes.  Would I really look like Jenny or a freak.
But I knew it would be wrong.  Boys didn't do things like that.  What if
someone caught me?  Oh all kinds of things went through my mind.  Finally I
got up and left her room and decided to get cleaned up leaving her clothes
laid out on her bed.

I grabbed my robe and showered and as I thought of the pretties laying on
her bed and soaping my little wiener, it got hard.  That fact that I was
thinking about the pretties laying on the bed and getting an erection was
really embarrassing.  I must be a real wierdo, I thought.  After exiting
the tub, drying and slipping the robe on I went straight to her room.  I
made the decision.  I was going to find out.  I dropped the robe and
stepped into the satiny pink panties.  As they slid up my legs I shivered
with anticipation.  OH, WOW!  They felt so soft and nice around my bum. I
ran my hand over my satin clad bottom as my little penis stiffened.  I
quickly took the matching bra and hooking it in front slid it around and
slipped my arms through it.  The satin lace training cups stretched over my
hairless chest and tickles my nipples as they hardened and stuck out in the
bra.  I turned to the mirror to see the sissy in panties and bra.  I think
I did look a little like Jenny.

I proceeded to slip the blouse on, then the lacy petty slip and pulled up
the pleated skirt.  The blouse fit.  The skirt was perfect and the pleated
bottom actually made me look as if I had girlish hips.  My butt was always
big for a boy and I was teased about my round girly buns.  Well now in the
skirt it really looked hot.  I sat on the bed and pulled the knee socks up
and slipped my feet into the black patent leather flats.  I stood and
turned to look at myself in the mirror.  I almost swooned as just for an
instant I thought I was looking at Jenny standing there.  I recovered
quickly but was elated with the girl in the mirror.  I went to her vanity
and started to brush out my hair.  I brushed and then with a comb separated
it to from ponytails on either side of my head.  The pink scrunchies held
the pony tails in place and with a little trimming I had a set of bangs
over my forehead.  It really was Jenny as I remembered her.  Tears formed
in the corners of my eyes.  So many mixed emotions.  Was I a fairy, a
faggot, like the guys called me at school.  Why did it feel so good to be
dressed like this?  I picked up her pink lipstick and carefully painted my
lips.  Oh the slick feel of the lipstick as I squeezed my lips together was
so nice.

I danced around her room twirling so the skirt would ride up to expose the
pretty panties.  I could never get far from the mirror as I saw myself as
the pretty girl.  Maybe prettier than my sister Jenny.  After all I didn't
have the baby fat she carried in her face the last time I saw her.

Suddenly I look at the clock on her dresser.  Dad would be home any minute.
I quickly stripped the clothes and packed and hung them as before.  Running
naked to my room I was just getting my clothes on as I heard Dad coming in
the front door.  Oh God, I was still wearing the lipstick!  I ran to the
bathroom and with soap scrubbed my mouth till I couldn't tell if the pink
glow was from the lipstick or from the rubbing of the wash cloth.

"Denny, are you home?," Dad called.

"Uh, uh yeah Dad.  I was just changing clothes.  I'll be right down." I
replied.

I went down the stairs still feeling the redness in my cheeks from the
embarrassment of what I had done.  Dad was in the kitchen fixing himself a
drink when I came in.  "Hi, Dad.  Sorry I didn't get supper started.  I
lost track of the time," I said.

"Oh that's OK.  You do enough around here.  I really should get a house
keeper, I suspose.  Hey, are you OK?  You look a little flushed.  Are you
getting sick?"

"No, Dad," I blushed even more, "I just got out of a hot shower, that's
all.  Anyway, you don't have to get a house keeper unless you don't think
I'm doing a good job at it, or something."

"No, no, I didn't mean that.  I just think you spend to much time taking
care of things around here.  Your a young boy who needs a life of your own
too.  You know, I saw what you did in your sister's room."

I almost died as he said that.  Did he know what I had just done.  Did he
see me some how dressed in Jenny's clothes prancing around.  I know my
mouth dropped open as he continued.

"The room looks much better without all the clutter but I hope your not
doing it in the hopes that Jenny or your Mom are coming back.  I'm afraid
they don't have any intention of coming back.  I'm sorry too cause I know
how much you must miss them both.  I know I can't be a Mother to you and
I'm sorry."

I sighed with relief, and replied, "Dad, I know you miss Jenny too. Yeah I
miss them but it isn't so bad now.  And I don't mind doing house work.
It's kinda like a bachelor pad, isn't it?"

"Denny, your one in a million.  I don't know what I would have done if Mom
had taken you too.  Come on," he said finishing his bourbon on the rocks,
"I'm going to take us out to eat tonight."

Well, I had been indoctrinated.  Now ever chance I had found me in Jenny's
room being Jenny.  I wore her dresses, skirts, the jumpers, and shorts and
tie tops.  I experimented with her makeup.  I even painted my nails.  I was
even venturing as far as to buying some of my own makeup and essentials
such as nail polish remover.  I sat Jenny's picture on her vanity and
compared this Jenny with the real one.  I wish I had had a camera to take
my picture and set beside hers.  I was sure we would have been thought of
as twins.  Thus it was that I had my sister back in my life even if it was
only for the short periods of being home alone.

Well just like "D-Day" of President Kennedy's assination, the day came I
would never forget.  The new Jenny was in her room.  I was wearing one of
her plaid jumpers over a white blouse.  Anklet socks and a pair of her old
saddle shoes.  I had braided my hair and had it tied with a ribbon to match
the jumper.  Under it all I wore her white nylon panties and training bra
with a full slip.  I felt so girlish.  I really was Jenny.  I sat at her
vanity playing with my make-up while my CD bared out rock music.  I never
heard him coming.


"My God!  Jennifer... What.. How Jenny, what are you doing home?  Is your
Mother with you?" Dad stammered.

I was in total shock.  Caught red handed.  What would he do.  He thought I
was Jenny.

"Da..d, I.. I.. I'm sorry Dad.  Please Dad it's me, Denny," I blurted out.

"OH My GOD!" he almost shouted as his head dropped and he quietly pulled
the door closed behind him as he exited the room leaving me in stunned
silence.

I quickly removed Jenny's clothes and my makeup.  I got into my own clothes
and after peeking into the hall to make sure it was clear I scrambled into
my room.  What would he do to me.  Was he really mad.  Would he sent me
away or to a nut house.  I was so scared and I couldn't face him.  How
would I ever face him again.  I thought about just packing my clothes and
taking off.  Maybe I could find Jenny and Mom and live with them.

After several hours hunger and thirst pried me from the confines of my
room.  I had heard anything from Dad.  Maybe he had left. I snuck down the
stairs and into the kitchen.  I retrieved some lunch mat from the fridge
along with a can of soda.  I was finishing my sandwich when Dad entered the
kitchen, evidently to refill his whiskey glass.  First Mom drove him to
drink and now it was me.  I said nothig and just looked down at my
sandwich.

"Denny," he started, "I don't understand this.. or you for that matter.
You really gave me a shock.  How long have you been doing this?  Do you
know why your doing what your doing?"

"Ahh.., I don't know.  I was just fooling around, I guess.  I'm sorry.  I
won't ever do it again, honest Dad," I said almost in a whisper as the fire
of embarrassment and shame raced into my cheeks.

"I don't know either, Denny.  Did you dress because you want to feel like a
girl?  Or is it something about missing your sister.  Maybe it's because
you don't have a Mother with you.  I just don't know.  If your going to do
it again or feel you have too, pleae talk to me about it.  Maybe we can
figure it out together.  Let's just both try to forget it for now, OK?"

"OK, Dad.." I whispered.  December 20 at 2PM would long be remembered by me
as the day of change.

I was so scare and filled with shame over being discovered that I wouldn't
even enter Jenny's room to dust.  As far as I was concerned her room was
sealed as a tomb.  Yes, I missed being Jenny.  I missed the soft feel of
her clothes on my body.  But the shame was a far greater burden to carry.
Life went on.  Dad never brought the subject up to me again.  I think he
was testing me.  I'm sure he was checking for any distubance in Jenny's
room.  He would come home un-expectantly on several occasions.  I was sure
it was just to see if I were doing it again.  During this time I became
sullen and somewhat withdrawn, even from Dad.  I lived in fear of having to
address the situation with him again and was sure he would eventually bring
it up to me again.  I guess he noticed the changes in me although he said
nothing to me at the time.

Christmas approached and I assumed the role of interior decorator hanging
the leys and reefs.  Putting up the Christmas tree as Dad and I both
decorated it one evening.  Dad had given me extra money and we went
Christmas shopping at the local mall.  I bought Dad two new shirts, and
some sport trousers along with a new sweater.  We had each gone our
separate ways within the mall to shop.  We were to meet in front of the
department store and I had arrived finished before him.  The display window
was filled with JR's Holiday Dresses.  They were beautiful and try as I
might I could not help examining them and thinking about how they would
look on Jenny II.  Y face even flushed red as I thought about the pretty
dark green velveteen dress with the green satin bow in back and the satin
lace collar.  The mannequin wore green velvet shoes with just a slight heel
with green satin bows on the toes.  I was mesmerized as I nearly jumped out
of my skin as Dad came up behind and laid a hand on my shoulder.

"Wow, sorry I didn't mean to scare you.  All done with your shopping?" he
quired as he look past me to the spot of my infatuation.

"No.. You just startled me.  I'm all done.  Ay least I'm broke, so I must
be done," I kidded.

"You falling in love with that mannequin or something?"

"Dad.... Please don't tease me.  I was just looking at all the displays."

"Well the green outfit's really nice, isn't it?  If I knew where your
sister was I buy it and send it to her.  She'd look great in that, don't
you think?"

"Yeah, I guess she would," I mutter as I turned and started walking to the
exit.  I didn't want this conversation progressing any further.  We rode
home talking about Christmas and the holidays and what we were going to do.
Dad said we would go out for Christmas dinner.  Very few places were open
but he had made a reservation for us a one of the up-scale restaurants in
the city.  That was fine with me.  I really didn't want to tackle a turkey
dinner at home.

Christmas morning arrived two days latter and I was already up and had
Dad's coffee made as he came down stairs.  I had placed his gifts under the
tree that very morning and saw all the packages wrapped under the tree for
me.  I fought off the urge to shake and feel the packages before he joined
me.

"Merry Christmas Denny," he said as he was already dressed and honing in on
the coffee pot, "This is great.  Fresh hot coffee first thing in the
morning."

"Thanks, Dad.  Merry Christmas to you too.  Let me go get dressed and we
can open our presents."

"Oh you can dress later.  Let's just see what Santa left for us, OK?"

"Yeah, sure Dad.  That's fine," I said as we headed to the living room and
the Christmas tree.  I was anxious to see if he liked the clothes I had
gotten him. Although he handed me a large package to un-wrap I sat holding
on my lap as he un-wrapped his presents from me.

"WOW, these are great.  I needed new dress shirts.  Oh and the sweater is
really nice.  Hey, you even got my pants size correct. These are great.
Thank you very much, Denny.  Now please open your presents."

"OK, Dad," I said as I tore into the wrappings.  As I pulled off the top of
the box my mouth dropped open and I couldn't speak.  There as the green
velvet dress I had been looking at in the department store window.  But
what was he thinking?  Why would he buy me this? "D..aadd.. Wh.. wh.. what
is this?"

"Denny you know what it is, don't you?  It's the dress you were mooning
over.  You were weren't you?  Please, just listen to me.  Don't cry.  Look
last week when I found you in your sister's room I really thought you were
Jenny.  Even when you told me who you were it took a bit to register with
me.  Now I admitt I still don't know your reasons but I do know it must
have been important to you to put as much into being Jenny as you did.
Denny, I really don't care why you were doing it.  It made you happy,
didn't it?  I know you've been sulking around here like you lost your last
friend ever since.

Denny, as I said I don't care why you did it.  But now I want a special
Christmas present from you to me.  Please give me this one more very
special present.  Be Jenny for me today"

I sat in shocked silence as his out pouring settled into my head.  He
really didn't mind me dressing like a girl.  He wanted me to be Jenny for
him.  He wanted me to fix the hole in his life Jenny's leaving had made.  I
wanted him to treat me like he treated Jenny too.  I was always envious of
the affection he showed her.  Even after Jenny was gone he never really
showed me that affection.  Well, if I did this for him would he really love
me like he loved Jenny?  Or would he be disgusted with me as he might be
encountering a gay or faggot on the street?  Tears were forming in my eyes
I couldn't trust my voice to respond.  I took the other packages at my feet
and silently unwrapped them.  The green shoes.  Green nylon hose and dark
green satin panties and bra set.  A green shimmery lace trimmed petty slip
and camisole and a green satin headband with a green satin bow.

"Denny, please," he said, "Do this for me, but only if you really want too.
I'm sorry if this is wrong.  I'm sorry, please don't think you have to do
this.  I'll take them all back.  I have other things for you."

I simply rose up gathering all the finery he had given me and turned with
tears running down my cheeks to ascend the stairs.  I couldn't speak the
knot in my throat would allow me to breath let alone speak.  If I lossened
the knot in my throat I would have sobbed out loud.  Dad sat and watched as
I ascended the stairs in silence.

When I reached the top of the stairs I turned not into my room but Jenny's
room.  I laid the things carefully on the bed and then threw myself down
and sobbed muffling them in the folds of the pink satin comforter.  The
trauma had me spent and I fell off to sleep.  I awoke with a start although
I had dosed but a fe minutes.  I pulled myself together and dropped my robe
and pajamas on the floor.  I wen to the closet and took Jenny's pink fluffy
robe and put it on.  I took the bubble bath from her vanity and headed to
the bath room.

I drew a large tub of hot water and filled it with the lavender scented
bubbles and oil.  I slipped into the tub of bliss and let my mind clear
itself.  Dad wanted a special present from me.  He wanted me to be his
Jenny for today.  What about tomorrow? Could I be his Jenny today and
return to be Denny tomorrow?  Would he ever want me as anything but Jenny
again?  Was I ready to be his Jenny forever?  I had already made my
decision.  I was going to be his Jenny today.  His Christmas present.  I
would be so much his Jenny he would never think of her again, only of me.
I f I had to be Jenny everyday for him, I'd do it.  I'd do it cause I loved
him.

I washed my hair and patted myself dry, not wanting to wipe away the scent
of Jenny I carried from the tub.  I found Jenny's lavender "after-bath" and
sprayed my body with it as it softened my girlish skin.  Donning her robe
and with a towel wrapped turban style around my head I exited to my room,
Jenny's room.  I sat at her vanity and dried my hair with the blow dryer.
The natural curl drew the locks up and I brushed it the tangles out.  I was
really beginning to feel like a girl, like Jenny must have felt sitting
here.  I filed my nails and rounded the tips in a fashion.  Then two coats
of deep dark red nail polish to match the lipstick I had recently
purchased.  I sat and wondered as my nails dried, I could hear Dad moving
about downstairs, but he made no attempt to talk to me.  I was glad.  I
wanted to shock him with his wish.

I slipped the green satin panties up my hairless legs and around my waist.
I had never put on hose before I had no idea how they would stay up.  I
carefully rooled them up my legs and such sensation was never felt before.
Elastic lace tops, held them in place slightly above mid thigh.  Now with
the bra in place I found the foam pads from Jenny's swim suit and carefully
placed the pad in the stretchy satin bra cups.  Just the right size for a
demure developing young girl I thought.  I slipped the camisole over my
head and stepped into the green satin petty slip.  As I sat back down I
couldn't explain the sensation of sliding my bum around on the satin lip
and panties underneath.  My penis rose with the sensations. I had to sit
still and wait while the reaction diminished.

I pulled all my hair back away from my face and began to see if my make-up
practice had paid off.  I very light powder foundation was followed by a
light pink blush which seemed appropriate for a young girl.  I traced the
eyebrows slightly as my blond features hardly hinted of there existence.  I
outlined my lips with the pencil just like in the magazine and then filled
it in with the deep red color.  Perfect!

 I brushed my long hair back and separated the bangs to the front.  I then
swooped up the hair and placed the headband under the hair behind my ears
and separating the bangs from the rest.  The green satin bow was set
perfectly in the middle of my head. I then took the beautiful green velvet
dress and lowered it over my head and arms.  It pulled as it slipped over
my tiny breasts assisted by the silken slip top.  It dropped in place with
a high empire waist that tucked right under my titties and accentuated them
as the satin bodice held tightly on my breasts.

I turned to examine myself in the mirror.  I was Jenny.  Maybe even a
little prettier.  Jenny never had a dress exactly like this one and I
really felt like a real girl for the first time in my life.  Dad would love
me know, I knew it.  He loved Jenny so much and lost her.  Now I would be
his Jenny forever.

As I descended the steps with as much grace as I could muster I couldn't
help but wonder why?  Why did Dad do this?  How would we exist tomorrow and
the next day?  What did being his Jenny really mean?  I know now I had a
lot to learn as I was about to find out.

As I reached the bottom of the steps Dad was just coming out of the kitchen
to the living room with his Christmas drink in his hand.  When he saw me he
stopped dead in his tracks.  His drink slipped from his hand and went
bouncing on the carpet.  His mouth dropped open and he was fighting to
regain his voice, "M.. M.. My God, Jenny! I.. I.. I mean Denny.  Your
beautiful.  Oh I would never have believed...  I mean your even prettier
than I remember Jenny.  Oh Denny thank you thank you for such a wonderful
Christmas present.  Are you OK with it?  Are you?"

"Yes, Daddy.  I'm OK.  Do you really think I'm as pretty as Jenny?  I love
the dress Daddy and all the other things too.  I did this cause I love you
but I love the way it makes me feel too."

"Your gorgeous Jenny.  I mean can I call you Jenny?  Your so lovely," he
said as he stepped forward and took me in his arms to hug me.

I felt so warm in his arms as the flush of my cheeks disappeared
somewhat. "Daddy please, don't mess my make-up," I pleaded as he kissed me
on the cheek.

He released me from his arms and took my hand to lead me back into the
living room and said, "Please Jenny sit here with me.  I have some other
presents for you.  I didn't know if I should give them to you before.  But
now, please take these."

Daddy was piling packages in front of me and all around me. I started
tearing at the packages.  I had a feeling as to what they would be.  I
could only hope as I began un-wrapping.  Satin panties with lace and
prints, matching bras, socks of every style, hose and panty hose, a petty
slip and camisole in pink and another in white lace were just the
beginning.  Three skirts a straight on and two with pleats, sweaters and
blouses, a denim jumper and another beautiful party dress all came for me,
Jenny II. I was crying when he handed me the last package.  A jewelry box
and the top loaded with gold, pearl and zircon necklaces, earrings, and
bracelets I unwrapped.  As I lifted the top drawer out there wrapped in a
satin package were a set of small silicone breast forms complete with
nipples.  I blushed furiously as the tears continued rolling down my
cheeks.

We had not spoken.  The only sounds were those of my Oh's and Ah's as I
opened each package.  Now Daddy looking into my eyes said, "Jenny, please I
hope you like your presents.  The.. well uh.. you know the forms.  You
don't have too.  I just.. well I wanted you to have everything, you know."

"Oh Daddy I love them.  I love them all.  But Daddy, how?  I can't be Jenny
forever.  I mean.. well you know, I really a boy, your son."

"Well Jenny, Let's just wait and see how things go.  We don't need to rush
anything.  Your so beautiful I can't wait to take you on my arm into that
restaurant today.  I know every guy there s gong to envy me.  Wait here and
I 'll go get cleaned up and changed and we'll go have our Christmas dinner
and introduce the most beautiful girl in the world to everyone."

I blushed and as his words sank in I panicked.  "But.. But Daddy, I can't.
I can't go out like this.  People will know.  Daddy I can't go out like
this!"

"Jenny, your a beautiful young lady.  No one would ever begin to believe
your not a lovely young lady.  Do this for me.  Now just sit down and wait
while I get dressed and we'll just have time to make our dinner reservation
for one PM."

Daddy went up and I heard him in the shower and moving around getting
ready.  I sat with a cup of hot chocolate wondering who I was.  I looked
over all the beautiful clothes Daddy had bought me for Christmas.  Would he
have done it if he hadn't caught me trying on Jenny's old clothes?  Was he
going down a road to some sort of mental break-down?  What would happen
when I had to return to school?  I would have to go as Denny.  How could I
be Jenny when I had to live as Denny?  Why all these clothes?  I could
never wear them all and Jenny had certainly left enough for us to pretend I
was Jenny on special occasions.  Did I want to be Jenny?  What else might
being Jenny for Daddy mean?

Lots of questions and few answers would gel in my mind.  I loved pretending
to be Jenny.  At least I loved feeling like a girl.  I felt so feminine in
the green velvet dress and satiny under things and it was all my own.  It
wasn't borrowed.  I was feeling like I was my own girl.

Daddy came back down the stairs looking so handsome.  Dressed in his dark
suit with a crisp white shirt and red holiday tie.  His graying hair
slicked back, he looked so good.  He carried on his arm one of Jenny's
coats.

"Here dear let me help you on with this.  It's a little chilly and I found
this purse that looks like it will go well with your outfit.  God your so
beautiful."

"Daddy, I.. Oh your so handsome too.  Yes the purse is fine.  I better
stick ome make-up in it before we go and the coat is nice too.  I didn't
know Jenny left it.  But Daddy maybe we should go out with me like this.
What if we see someone we know?"

"Don't worry Baby.  If it happens you'll just be Jenny visiting me on
Christmas while Denny visits his Mother.  Now get your bad packed so we can
get going."

I quickly ran up stairs, stuffed a few things in my purse and returned to
be escorted by my handsome Daddy to dinner.  I was still very apprehensive
as I stepped out of the door.  Daddy was treating me like a real young
lady.  Holding my coat for me, opening the doors for me.  I felt a strange
rush as I stepped outside for the first time as Jenny.  The cool winter air
blew up the skirt of my dress and wafted over the bare skin between my
green silk hose tops and my panties.  Sliding on the car seat I was
conscious of exposing myself and vowed to find a more lady like way of
doing that in the future.  Daddy holding the door for me was fixated with
the view up my dress and I blushed as I hurriedly rearrange myself in a
more ladylike manner.  Daddy said nothing.

The restaurant was busy when we arrived and a number of people were
awaiting seating as we stepped to the front.  I was sure everyone knew.  I
was sure they knew I was a boy pretending to be a girl.  I hung my head and
tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.  They were looking at me and one
boy there with his parents was actually leering t me.  Daddy took my coat
and gave it to the hat check girl and as he did so she said, "Oh my what a
beautiful dress dear.  Is that a Christmas present?  Your going to be a
real heartbreaker in that outfit."

I blushed furiously as Daddy replied in my silence, "Well, thank you Miss.
Yes I couldn't help buying it for her when I saw her mooning over it at the
store.  Yeah, I'll probably have to hire security to keep the boys at bay."

"Daddyyyyy, please," I protested as we were seated and began a most elegant
Christmas dinner ever.  The waiter and everyone treated me so nice.  I felt
like a fairy princess there with Daddy being catered too so magnificantly.

With dinner over we headed back to our house.  As Daddy drove he kept
telling me how beautiful I was and how everyone was enamored with me.  He
gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek as we pulled away from the
restaurant.  I sat close to Daddy waiting for the car's heater to warm-up.
It was then Daddy rested his hand on my leg as he told me how beautiful I
was as his Jenny and how proud and happy he was.  I didn't think much about
what he was doing until I felt his hand slip under my dress and touch me on
my thigh above the stocking top.  It tickled and I really needed to pee.  I
had avoided relieving myself at the restaurant because of the awkwardness
of using the ladies room for the first time.  I kinda froze and stiffened
at his touch and then squirmed a little in my seat to move away from him.

"Daddy, please that tickles and I really have to go," I pleaded.

"Oh, sorry dear.  I sure don't want to be responsible for an accident in
your pretty new clothes.  It's just that Jenny use to like when I touched
her like that and I guess I forgot."

Oh had I done something wrong?  Did I make Daddy mad?  "Oh.. ah Well it
does feel nice Daddy but it does tickle and I really do have to pee."

"It's OK, Dear.  Don't get upset.  We'll be home soon and you can use the
potty there."

When we arrived home I was still his fairy princess as he opened doors for
me.  Took my coat for me.  I quickly went to the bathroom and carefully
raised my dress and slip and lowered my panties and sat to relieve myself.
I wiped the end of my thing so I would not get any dribbles in my pretty
satin panties.  I fixed my make-up in the mirror and re-applied the red
lipstick and went down stairs to join Daddy in the living room.  Daddy had
a glass in both hands as he had removed his tie and jacket.

"Oh there's my girl," he said as he handed me a glass, "Here it's
Christmas.  I thought you'd like to try some wine with me.  Come here and
sit with me."

I took the glass but he had sat down in his recliner, not the couch.  Did
he want me to sit on his lap?  I remembered Jenny on his lap in the past.
I always wanted him to hold me like he did her in that chair.  But I was a
boy and Jenny was his princess.  That was then - This is now, I thought.  I
walked over to where he sat and he patted his lap.  I slipped on to his lap
and drank the sweet wine down in one long swig.

"Hey easy honey.  You drink wine like that and you won't see Christmas
night," he said as his arm slipped around me and he kissed me on the neck.
Chills ran up and down my body.  I felt a strange stirring in my groin as
my penis began to harden.

"Daddy," I kind of whispered as I turned my head to face him.  As I did so
he placed his lips on mine and his tongue was forced between my lips.  His
hand was under my dress on my thigh caressing it and I squirmed under the
feeling I was having.  Instead on clamping my thighs on his exploring hand
or forcing his tongue out of my mouth I opened up to him.  My mouth opened
to accept his exploring tongue and almost like instinct I sucked on his
sweet wine flavored tongue.  My head was buzzing as I parted my thighs to
allow his exploring hand so tenderly explore further under my dress.

His hand was now touching my hardening penis through the satin folds of my
panties.  I squirmed.  Now I became aware of Daddy's hardening penis inside
his pants but poking at my bum as I squirmed on his lap.  He broke the kiss
as I gasp for air.  He moaned and said, "Oh Jenny, Jenny I've missed you so
much.  Oh look - look what your doing to your Daddy."

Then looking deep into my eyes he ask, "Denny, I want you to be my Jenny
but only if that's what you want too.  I think you know what's happening
here and if it bother's you we have to stop now, before it's to late.  I
love you and if you really want to be a girl for your Daddy than I'll show
you what it really means.  What it means to be a complete girl for your
Daddy."

"But.. but Daddy I'm not a real girl."

"Oh but you are dear.  Your more girl than you could ever imagine.  Did you
see those men looking at you this afternoon?  They saw the beautiful girl
you are and now I want to take you to the next level of girlhood if that's
really what you want."

The wine, the emotions of the moment, and the closeness of Daddy
overwhelmed me, "Yes Daddy if I can I will be.  I love you Daddy.  I'll do
anything for you.  I want to be your girl forever."

"Here baby, stand up just a minute for Daddy."  As I stood before him he
unzipped his pants and slipped them off.  Then only in his boxers and shirt
he pulled his massive dick out.  My mouth dropped open in shock as I look
at how large it really was.  The massive head engorged with blood was as
purple as a grape lollipop. His hands slid under my dress and his fingers
were inside my panties.  He took my minuscule hard penis in his fingers and
massaged it .  As his finger touched the head I almost fainted from the
sensation.  My knees buckled some as I caught myself.  He slid the panties
down over my silken legs as I stepped out of them.

He looked me in the eye and said, "Jenny Baby, please.  Please kiss it for
me."

Without verbal response I simply dropped to my knees and as I reached out
to touch his hard dick it jumped.  Clear fluid leaked from the slit in the
massive purple head.  My tongue came out extended to taste the fluid drop.
As my tongue touched the head Daddy shuddered and I had my first taste of
real cum.  Licked the head more forcefully as Daddy moaned and then placing
his hands on the back and top of my head pushed>

"Do it Jenny.  Do it.  Suck it honey.  Suck Daddy's dick," he moaned as his
dick stretched my mouth to the limits.  The head rubbed the top of my mouth
over the rough pallet and he moaned and pushed harder.  My red lipstick was
being smeared on the side of his hard shaft as Daddy fucked my face.  I
sucked and sucked as Daddy pushed it so deep I choked and gagged.

I pushed away to keep from gagging to the point of loosing the contents of
my stomach.  I ell backwards on my bum as Daddy's ecstasy seemed not to
wan.

"Jenny, I need you baby.  Please now let me make you a real girl.  I'll be
gentle.  I'll try not to hurt you but I want to make love to you just like
a real girl."

I wasn't sure where this was going but there was nothing I was going to
refuse my Daddy.  "Daddy, I'll try Daddy.  But I don't know how.  I'm sorry
Daddy but I was choking."

"It's OK Jenny. Come here."

I stood and stepped towards him as he raised my dress and slip up over my
waist exposing my bottom.  He turned me around and then I felt his kisses
on the cheeks of my bum as he held my penis in his hand and stroked it.
Then his tongue was penetrating the crack in my bum to lick at my bum hole.
OH it felt so good my knees buckled again at the sensations.  He was
wetting my bum hole with his siliva.  His tongue penetrated my bum hole and
I relaxed to allow penetration.  His ministrations to my penis and his
tongue buried in my back side were things I had never ever felt before.

Then He pulled me backwards onto his lap.  I felt his huge member slid
between my soft warm ass cheeks as the head pressed against my rose bud
hole.

"Jenny, now this will hurt a little.  I'll be gentle but the first time is
always the hardest.  Now please relax, just relax and let Daddy make you a
real girl."

He was right it did hurt.  Relax as much as I might when he grabbed my
around the hips and forced me down on his tool I thought a ball bat had
been shoved into me.  The head of his hot leaking dick popped
in. "EEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHHHH OHHHHHH Daddy Daddy it hurts," I
screamed.

"Sorry baby, sorry.  Please just hold still a minute it will stop hurting
and then you feel how really nice it is.  It's just the first time honey
honest.  Oh wow your so tight, so tight."

"Daddyyyyyyy," I moaned as he started sliding his dick deeper into me.  It
was so big it was splitting me in two.  But as it reached deep into me it
struck something that make my own penis almost explode at the very touch.
His hands left my hips as I was enplaed to limits of my bum hole.  His
hands went into the front of my dress and sought my tiny hardening nipples
in the satin bra.  As he found my nipples he gently rolled them between his
thumb and finger.  Oh I was lost.  The pain in my bottom subsided to be
replaced by glorious sensations.  Then he started to thrust under me.
Taking the lead I raised myself up as his dick slid towards the opening.
Then as I felt the ridge of the head on my opening I fell back down on it
allowing it to pound back into my tight bottom.

Daddy moaned and grabbed me by the hips once more as he assisted in moving
me up and down on his dick, "OHHH OHH yes yes Jenny Jenny do it oh Jenny
it's so good it's so good."

All of a sudden Daddy moaned loudly and I felt his cum filling my bum.  I
swear it was like hot honey might feel filling your bum hole.  Oh I t felt
so nice so nice.  I sat hard to push Daddy's dick deep into me as it could
possibly go.  I didn't want him to ever take it out.  It continued to fill
me as I felt it leaking out around our union of love.

I had been fucked.  My cherry lost to my Daddy.  Could I ever be a boy
again?  Would I have other boys besides my Daddy?


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