Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2021 22:20:22 +0000 From: S Hardman Subject: FEMBOY BABYSITTER Teen Transgender category *None of this really happened. If sex acts between consenting characters is offensive don't read. If you're under 18 don't read. *Please consider a donation to Nifty.org. This site is awesome. FEMBOY BABYSITTER I was in my teens when I figured out I was a femboy. I knew I was different from the other boys. I didn't want to talk about how hot the girls in my school were and what I wanted to do to them. I wanted to look like the hot girls in my school and I fantasized about what I wanted boys to do to me. Mainly I wanted to tease men and then submit to their manliness leading them to hopefully violate my tight sphincter! When I was in my early teens if my mother discarded an old pair of pantyhose or a silky slip or skirt, I'd dig them out of the trash and add them to my small hidden collection of clothes. I'd model them in the mirror in the basement all alone. I'd pretend I was being handled roughly by a guy begging him to pound my slick hole. The guy in my dream was never any of the boys in my school. It would be an older man who saw me for the tasty treat I was and lusted after my tight little femme body. I got caught a few times and eventually admitted I was a sissy. It was so embarrassing but I couldn't hide who I was anymore. My mother is Catholic and riddled with sinful guilt. You know what comes next. She was very upset and not accepting at all and so in high school I got kicked out of the house. She was a real bitch about it but my father felt bad for me. He said I had to move out but he'd pay the rent for me to stay in my own apartment. I was told I wasn't welcome in their home anymore and to stay away. They suddenly decided they had one less son. I was going to miss my sister and brother but relished the idea that I had complete freedom. I couldn't believe that I had an apartment all to myself to explore my sissy body. It was totally neglectful on their part but this little mincer was going to take this opportunity and spread my sissy wings. I loaded my little car with my video games, copious pairs of stolen pantyhose, skirts, blouses and a small amount of cosmetics I'd managed to get on the internet and drove away. I'm Emi and this is my story. I have smooth white skin. My hair is brown and shortish in a teased girlish mop. My mom hated my floppy hair and it made guys think I was a female from behind. But mostly it was because of my girly waist and backside that confused them. It was heart shaped and filled out a tiny skirt better than any girl at school. I have little flat boobies perfect to devour. I'm totally a femboy and a little twinkish but with an innocent girlish face and lips. Men can sort of tell I am a boy and I love to see the confusion on their faces when they realize. They can't understand why they're attracted to me and why their cocks are reacting and it drives them crazy. I work out a little and my flat tummy was where I got my only little tattoo. It was a little kitty. I call her Femboy Feline. I grew my nails out a little and had a mani/pedi to complete my girlish look. I always wore hose and heels when I wasn't in school. I really worked on perfecting my feminine walk and mannerisms. The over performing that some sissies do while walking is annoying. I want to be like a little lady. I watched lots of tutorials and got pretty proficient at makeup. I was starting to get more looks from men. Those looks made my little pantyhose covered peepee stand at attention. I was also very horny and little lonely! I settled into a routine. I would go to school where I'd wear pantyhose and a bra under my school uniform. I really wanted to wear the schoolgirl uniform but the principal wasn't having it. It was already bad enough that there was a sissy faggot trying to corrupt the young impressionable mind of his precious educational institute. I didn't care. Those little knuckleheads weren't worth an iota of my attention. There was no way he was going to let me do that. I think he was also confused about how his cock reacted when were in his office alone. I would have sucked his dick if given the chance, though. If only he had known I would've given him a daily hand job if he let me wear a skirt. What a fucking idiot! I would've done things with his cock that his wife wouldn't dream of doing, not even on his birthday!! Speaking of dreaming, I had lots of those. They always involved a big strong man tonguing my sweet asshole or handling me firmly before we played a lusty little game of Breed the Brat! I was pretty broke financially seeing as my father was my only source of income. I'd have to address that at some point. I usually woke early and would start my day by fingering my butthole bussy and jack my little girl stick. I'd rise and shower my little femme body and then dress in the boy clothes I loathed with pantyhose and bra underneath for mental security. I didn't have that much as far as boy clothes went. It was pretty baggy jeans and tshirts to get me through a day at school. I hardly tried scholastically and maintained a 98 grade point average. I'd then rush home and changed into a sheer negligee and heels to wear around my little girly apartment. I never went out so I didn't need to wear much else. I'd ordered a few toys and I worked my way through several different sizes of dildos and vibrators to help loosen my hole. I wanted to be ready for when I gave my honey hole to a man. I'd moan and whine as softly as I could. I'm sure I aroused suspicions a few times. Apartment walls are thin. It was ecstasy on my tiny boi pussy and I knew I was meant to be a sissy for sure. I'd spend hours admiring my love button and fingering it and gaping it. I did something every night to help make me a better femboy. I might try a new makeup technique or explore new ways to please a cock on my dildo. I practiced cooking so I could maybe cook for a man one day. I would finish my day by swallowing as much of a sex toy as I could. I was working on my gag reflex. I knew from watching videos that men loved when you deep throated their big cocks. I wanted to be able to please a man and make them know I was a first rate sissy slut. I started to get pretty good. I wasn't sure how I'd react when they blew their baby batter deep down into my tummy but I was eager to find out. I moisturized with lots of lotions and creams all over my body after my shower. Men want their teen femmes to be soft and silky to the touch. It really turns them on. I worked on my dirty talk and my eye contact. "Oh God yes daddy! Fuck me hard! Fuck Me!!! Punish my little boipussy daddy! Make me a girl!" It always brought my little girl stick to firm attention and then to shaking orgasm! I'd slip into hose and a nightie and get my beauty rest only to repeat the process the next day. One day after several months of my solo sissy life I arrived home and climbed to the third floor where my apartment was I nearly bumped into a guy carrying a moving box. I couldn't see his face initially so he definitely couldn't see me. It was jarring. I said in my femmiest voice, "Oh excuse me sir." He stopped and peered around. I was immediately smitten. A handsome middle aged man said "Please don't call me sir. I'm Billy. I'm moving into this apartment with my kids today." There was a stack of boxes arranged on the landing and he was moving them in right next door to mine. I got giggly and I had a strange feeling in my stomach. I said I was Emi and was so embarrassed. I hate for anyone to see me in these drab boy clothes and wanted to run home screaming. Instead I did the neighborly thing and offered to help. He said I didn't have to if I was busy but I wanted to help. Who am I kidding? I needed to help. There was a compulsion. My insides were on fire. I went home and girlied myself up a little with a makeup reapplication and some leggings. I put my school stuff up and came back and we made quick work of boxes. I carried the lighter ones and helped him with the bigger ones. I'm a little weak sissy or at least I tell myself that. I looked a little different than what he'd seen a few minutes earlier and he seemed confused by the contrast of my name and my girlish looks. It dawned on him what was before him. He knew deep down I was a boy, a girlish femboy. He never said anything but I am not stupid. I started immediately playing the part. I submitted to his masculinity by acting shy and smiled at everything he said. I am a natural sissy. He said he had to get another load and then he and his 2 kids could move into completely tomorrow night finally. An idea struck me and I said I should cook them dinner since I'm sure they'd be busy and hungry. He sounded keen on the idea and explained that he'd been through a very trying divorce and had a 2 children. They were at his mom's for the day. I said I'd see him tomorrow. I was over the moon but I calmed myself quickly. What man would go from a nuclear family unit into a relationship with a teen femboy? I was hoping it would be him. I was both excited and depressed. I raced home the following day. It was a Friday night and I needed to prepare. I thought I'd do a simple spaghetti because kids would probably eat that without much fuss. I dove into a recipe and it came out tasting delicious if I do say so myself. I then prepared myself. I bathed and spritzed and pulled up my sheer hose over my little cock who was getting pretty excited herself. The feel of the silky fabric on my little penis head was no help. I didn't want to look to eager so I wore a knee length flowery dress and some sensible heels. I made up my face a little more than usual and put on a necklace. I teased out my hair just a bit than usual. It looked like I'd be heading out to a typical day at the office. I didn't work in an office. He didn't know that yet. He had no idea he lived next to a teen femboy in heat that also had no real income! I arrived at 7:15, our agreed upon time. He was in a jeans and a tight tshirt. I felt my peepee tingle. The look on his face of both confusion and what I thought to be delight was cute. I acted shy and he invited me in. I explained the meal and set it out. He had already set the table. I was introduced to his son, Will and daughter, Addy. They were cute and extremely charming. I expected brats but they were so smart and were so respectful when their dad told them what to do. The conversation was welcome as I had been alone for the last few months. Everyone ate the meal hungrily and with no fuss at all. That made me feel so good. After dinner he and I did the dishes and he asked if I wanted to watch a kid movie with them. I did! I did! It was about an hour into the movie when the kids passed out. I helped him put them to bed. They wanted a goodnight kiss from me, too. I was in a dream I thought. Afterwards he asked me if I wanted to hang out a bit. We navigated the unopened packing boxes and I sat on the couch. I was hoping he would join me but he didn't. He sat across from me. He had questions. I explained that I was indeed a boy and how my parents did not approve. I was afraid he would kick me out right then. When he didn't I was elated. He was respectful enough to not ask if I still had a dick. He was sorry that that had happened to me. He didn't ask how old I was and I didn't volunteer. I was afraid the age difference would make him wrap up the night immediately. He didn't seem in any hurry and I wanted to be there so bad. He was so nice and he had me thinking we could actually be friends. I didn't really have any friends other than my sissy friend Rachel. We talked so easily. I would laugh at his dad jokes and played the role of shy demure girl. Time flew by and suddenly it was past midnight and I said I'd better go. He walked me to the door. When I got home next door I immediately ran to my room, tore my dress off, reached in my pantyhose and rubbed one out while quietly moaning his name! I didn't want him to hear through those thin walls. He had no idea he lived next to and was now friends with a ladyboy cumslut! After that night we didn't have a ton of contact for a few days. I think he was busy trying to get his life and home in order while I was busy trying to not pound my sissy stick at all hours of the day and night while being in lust with him. I was always hoping to run into him. My bussy was hungry for his Billy club! I was about to give up hope when I passed him one Saturday a few weeks later on the way to do my laundry. I had to get cum stains out of my pantyhose. He stopped me and said he was sorry we had not seen each other. He said he needed to make it up to me and could I come by for dinner tonight with him and the kids. I almost leaped up and down but kept my composure and said I would. He also said he had a proposal. I had no idea what that meant. I wanted it to be him on one knee with a diamond ring and a wedding night appointment to take my boy vagina virginity! I knew it wasn't so I got over that quickly. But this time I ramped up my efforts. I did my hair and nails carefully. I wore a dress that was pretty short and showed off my legs and it had thin shoulder straps to show off my smooth girly skin. It barely hid my boiclit. I made sure I smelled irresistible as I pulled up my tan pantyhose over my cockette and slid on some black Fuck Me pumps. I showed up with some wine that I had my friend Rachel buy for me. She had a fake ID. I was looking like the submissive soft femboy I wanted to portray. God! I looked so cute! When I knocked on the door my plan went out the window. I heard him yell for me to come in. He was working in the hallway on a spill from one of the kids. My hard work at looking like a gorgeous femme hussy was all for naught. He said, "Oh thank God you're here. You're so good with them can you help?" I immediately went to work and dropped off my wine in the kitchen, kicked off my heels and swooped up the youngest. She was fighting me and I was quickly a mess. Dammit! I did notice the tiniest hint of approval with the smile he gave me and I'm pretty sure he ogled my bottom at some point in there. The rest of the evening was a blur. Definitely not the romantic rendezvous I imagined. We ate and eventually settled down to watch a kid movie. I poured us some wine. We were both exhausted and as I made an excuse to vanish he stopped me. "I'm really sorry it was chaos tonight. That was partly why I wanted you here. I know you don't have steady income and you're so close. I want you to babysit the kids. Could you do that? I'm not destitute and could pay you very well. It's so hard to get work done with them underfoot. Also I like you being here, too." It was both a blessing and curse. I would be dealing with young crazy children but I'd be near him a lot. But then he said the thing that gutted me. "Also I think I'm ready to get back on the dating scene. I could be free to do that with someone who I trust so much here. You're the perfect friend and would be the perfect nanny!" Ugh!! I tried not to look like I hadn't just been `friend-zoned' but I had. I of course said I'd love to do it. I told him what a wonderful father he was and how I loved the kids. Also I could really use the money. I said we could start on Monday. Then I raced out of there. I stripped the clothes off and quietly cried myself to sleep. I sulked all day on Sunday but when I awoke on Monday morning I was a new ladyboy with a new attitude. I will survive! I actually felt sorry for him. He would never get as good a pussy with those worthless middle age women as he would with my fresh tight virginal boipussy. He was missing the opportunity of a lifetime. He'd never be treated as good as I would treat him. Femboys go through life with one purpose in mind, to make their daddies the happiest person on earth. They will do anything to make that happen. So I just decided to throw myself into my new job. I changed my schooling to completely virtual and spent a typical day like a teen girl nanny. I'd do my own online lessons and the kids' lessons at their house. I now had a key and I fixed breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was the perfect femboy fraulein. I was a nancyboy nanny, a pretty boy Au pair, a sissy sitter, a fancy cream puff caregiver. I dove into the job and was pretty good at it. The kids occasionally slipped and instead of calling me Emi, they called me mommy. I never corrected them. It sounded so good to my ears. A few weeks after we started the dreaded day arrived when Billy was going on his first date. It was a lady from accounting at his company. He looked very handsome as he left to go out. The kids and I watched some TV and I got them to bed at 8. He arrived home at 9:30. I laughed to myself knowing that there was definitely not a connection if he got home that early. I asked about his night and his only response was, "meh." It was music to my ears. I went home and slept like a baby. Every few weeks or so he'd go on a date and they usually ended pretty early. I always asked how they were but he was not really forthcoming. After 4 or 5 times he then suddenly opened up. He complained that maybe he was too old-fashioned but these mature ladies were not really to his liking. He didn't really appreciate that women didn't want to be treated like women anymore. He liked to pull out chairs and open doors for them. They never seemed to think this was necessary. I started listening and taking mental notes. I was his sounding board. I always off handedly mentioned that I thought he was a king and he needed someone who would make him feel that way. I was setting the trap! He'd already set a tender trap for me without even knowing it. I always made sure the house was immaculate and his laundry was done. I cooked dinners and mastered lots of recipes to keep his stomach happy. I wanted to show him I would be the perfect little girly boy wife. I was having some pretty vivid dreams that always had him as the star. I was usually on my knees staring up at him with his cock in my face or on my hands and knees looking back at him as my boi pussy was about to get a royal ramming! It never went all the way but I always woke me with a sweaty sheen. I couldn't sleep unless I pulled my little pecker to completion. One night after one of his less successful romantic engagements I could tell he was getting exasperated with the dating scene. He actually admitted that it was very frustrating to never have sex and he was still plenty young enough to enjoy that. I suddenly took a chance. In hindsight I could've really ruined a good thing but I was feeling pretty frustrated, too. I looked up at him with a sweet frown and my sexiest sexy-eyed look and said, "You know Daddy! You don't have to suffer like that. I can help. I've had a lot of practice on myself. Besides it's not healthy to let that creamy poison build up. I take my job as your babysitter seriously. It means taking care of the whole family. Why don't you sit back and enjoy some release?! A tug doesn't have to mean anything. It's just something you need!" He seemed unsure but I didn't wait for a response. I reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his khakis. I released his cock. I actually gasped. I had underestimated the size in my dreams. I gripped it with my delicate femmy hands and started tossing him off. I had to add my other hand it was so big when it got fully erect. That happened instantly and was pretty proud of myself. I think he wanted to say no but he couldn't. He quickly settled back on the couch and we both started moaning. I wanted to say some dirty words to get him going more but I thought it might be too much on our first wank. He didn't last long. It obviously had been a while for him and he warned me that an explosion was imminent. He came and I covered it all with my hands as he shuddered and then fell back in complete satisfaction. "Damn big daddy! You needed that!" I grinned so big and hopped up to clean up. I made a very quick exit so it wouldn't be awkward. I wanted it to be a good experience because I wanted it to happen again. As I disappeared he sure looked relieved. The next day was just like any other day and there was no awkwardness at all. If anything he was happier than he'd been since we'd met. He was very sweet to me and thanked me for all of my hard work. He joked, "ALL of you HARD work!" I giggled. I started to take more care with my makeup and outfits again and he occasionally said I looked good. That encouragement was all I needed and I think he was noticing my assets. I had actually come to the conclusion that we'd never be anything more than friends before our tryst and now that I had a second chance I wasn't going to blow it. The only thing I planned on blowing was his cock! Nothing happened again for a while. He went out on a few dates but he never seemed like he needed help him with a tug. Then around Christmas he had a date which ended especially early. I was gathering my stuff when he asked me to sit down and talk. I plopped down and then it got a little awkward. I realized quickly he had no idea how to ask. I grinned and mewed, "OH daddy. You need help! You just have to say so. I'm not embarrassed and neither should you be." I quickly extracted that beautiful beast and went to work. "It's so beautiful and big. Give this little sissy your cream!" I looked at him thinking maybe I'd overstepped with my dirty mouth but his eyes were closed and he was moaning, "Yes baby girl. Jerk it!" That really got to me and I really started yanking it and he grunted and I knew it was time. This time after I caught as much as I could I licked my hand clean. I said, "Yum daddy! So good!" He grinned at me so big that I then basically ran out before it could get weird. He had a New Year's Eve date. I made a big show out of how I dressed for the evening, too. I had an extremely short sparkly black dress over sheer white pantyhose. My sleek black heels were sky high. My ass and calves were really accentuated in the sexiest way. I told him I was practicing for when I'd get to go out on New Year's Eve. I giggled as I sent him off looking very unsure if he should leave me that way. I knew he wanted to stay and ravage me. His date had 3 young kids and I knew what that meant. He'd be striking out early, coming home and would watching the countdown with us. I was right. He strolled through the door looking defeated but delicious in his dark suit at 9:00. I chuckled and said he should watch NYE Rockin' Eve with us. I had my hosed legs pulled up under me. His fingers kept `accidentally' touching my hosed toes. I let my foot eventually settle grazing his leg. We counted down at 11. Will was the only one of the two kids that were awake and we gave him a midnight kiss. He said, "But daddy who are you going to kiss? Emi needs someone to kiss. You should kiss her. You both need to have good luck." I had definitely not put him up to saying this. I was innocent. I didn't remind him that boys and gurls definitely need to have a kiss for good luck at midnight. Ok I only told him to say it 4 or 5 times. I was grinning and Billy hesitantly embraced me. But he pulled me very close and our lips met. It was a kiss that was months in the making. Our lips parted a little and tongues met and we both got hard. I could feel his. He backed away and cleared his throat. "Time for bed buddy." We both tucked him in. I was putting on my heels to go when Billy said, "Who's going to ring in the New Year with me?" He had a sly smile on his face. I said, "You should definitely turn off the TV." I kicked off my shoes and dropped to my knees in front of him. I extracted that fat cock and stared up into his eyes. I gave it an intimate kiss and I sunk my pink boi lips over his monster. I worked it with my hands and soaked his balls with my tongue. I licked up and down his shaft. "Damn girl! You are a cock master!" "You like that daddy? I've dreamed about sucking this dick since we met." "You look so gorgeous with my dick in your mouth!" "I'm a pathetic little sissy who worships cock and you're my lord!" If the dirty talk put him off he certainly didn't say anything. If anything that shaft was hard as steel. I then sank it deep in my throat. That gag reflex practice finally paid off. He grabbed my head and held it there for a bit. I choked a little as he released me. With more dirty encouragement and the deep throating his rock hard cock ejected creamy manseed into my sissy mouth. It was the most erotic I'd ever felt. Porn is nothing compared to the real thing. He looked down at me with pure joy and lust. I was a happy femboy. I cleaned him up really well. I then cleaned me up. I showered very quickly and redressed for the rest of New Year's Eve. I did kiss him at midnight and pretty much every other minute that we were together that night. I slept in his bed and extracted more cum in the morning. Then to top it off I got up before anyone and made breakfast and woke the kids and then delivered breakfast in bed to my new man. I was a little premature thinking I'd won him over completely though. The problem was he didn't stop going on dates. He'd have a date and then come home and I'd take care of his needs. It was getting a little annoying having to share him but with my hormones raging at 1000 miles per minute I needed release, too. I thought as long as he didn't do anything sexual with the women then I could handle it. We had a daytime rendezvous at least once a week. I'd be sitting on the couch doing homework when he'd sneak out totally naked with a throbbing erection. He loved exploring what his new little femboy toy could do. I might give him a pantyhose footjob one day and then lick my feet clean of his cum. Maybe it would just be a quickie blow or handy. He loved aiming his release at my kitty tattoo or across my tummy. My favorite was when we'd sit side by side while he jacked me off under my hose and then I'd tug him to explosion in my mouth. It was so intimate. We grew very close but those little dates he went on were really starting to get to me. He was obviously oblivious to any of my bother. I let it go on because he always came home to me except on one particular night. Usually he was home by 10 but midnight rolled around and he was still not home from some girl he's met on the internet. I eventually fell asleep on the couch and woke up when he stumbled in around 5am. He went off to bed and I went home next door. Around 8:30 when I showed up to feed the kids he was still asleep. I let him nurse a hangover all day but after the kids went to bed that night I left. He texted wondering where I was. I wanted to explode with rage but suddenly I remembered who and what I really was. I'm a submissive femboy cumslut. If my man wants to sow his oats with others I have to fine with it. As long as he eventually comes home to me. It's my duty to support him no matter what. I know it sounds nuts but that's who I am and so I went over, took my clothes off and crawled in bed next to my man. He started apologizing sweetly in my ear and I said not to worry about it. "I just want you to be happy." He planted a goose pimple inducing kiss on my neck and then started kissing down my naked back. He ended up at my backside. Billy then growled my name and said, "Emi! It's time to do this. I was just having my last fling before I commit to one little sweet feminine trap slut!" "Oh fuck daddy! Are you ready to take this boi pussy and make me your little bitch?" I moaned. He did something he had never done. He ripped off my pantyhose and tied my wrists with them. He then planted his tongue firmly in my virgin ass pussy. I was squirming and moaning. I was relieved that my pussy had been ready for the moment with lot of practice and daily cleanses. After my button had a tongue bath he reached in the side drawer and drew out an unused bottle of lube. He had been ready for this moment, too. After a thorough slicking of my hole and backside. He sat back and enjoyed the view. "You have the hottest ass I've ever seen on a woman or a lady man." With that he grabbed my hips and lined me up to extinguish any masculinity I had left. He worked it in slowly and it hurt like hell at first. Toys just don't simulate the real thing. My wrists strained against the nylon restraints and in that moment I became totally submissive to this man. After a few minutes my hole allowed more and more inches of man meat and he started moving my hips slowly and it hit paydirt. I was stuffed!!! He started working back and forth and eventually was piston driving my no longer virgin backside. I was trying not to scream so I bit into the pillow. I was a real pillow biter! After a while we switched to him laying down with me riding up and down on his man rod with my hands still tied. It was tricky but it felt glorious. I had tried visualizing that feeling and it was ever better than my wildest imagination! God I was getting fucked into oblivion. He released me from my hosed cuffs and flipped me onto my back and entered me again with my legs resting on his shoulders. He grabbed my little pecker while pumping me and worked it rhythmically. He timed it perfectly as I started to whimper and shoot my load all over my flat stomach he grunted the manliest sound I'd ever heard. He filled my insides full of his seed as he slowed. It was pure ecstasy. I had been bred! I laid across his chest in the sweat and savored the moment as cum ran out of my ragged hole and down my legs. Then things got even better. He reached under his pillow that I'd been biting just before and brought out a box. He opened the box and pulled out a ring. He placed it right on the head of his cock and said, "Will you marry me you gorgeous sissy? If you are saying yes to my proposal then pick up the ring off of my cock with your femme lips." I dove for his dick and carefully sucked the ring into my mouth. I slightly opened my mouth and pulled out the ring with his tongue off of my tongue and then put it on my finger. I, of course, screamed yes!! Then I heard stirring in the other room. I'd woken the kids with my screams. It didn't matter. We needed to tell them I was going to be their new femboy mommy anyway!! And just like that my sissy dreams had come true. I made sure to wake up early and quietly get showered and dressed like I was a 50's housewife the next morning. I prepared breakfast and started showing my fiancé what married life would be life with his perfect little femboy fiancé. I took care of the kids and cooked and cleaned. I did my own school work and then did my other duties, too. Our anal sex seal had been broken so I was getting rogered regularly. I made sure that as I was getting dicked down that I made intense eye contact with my man. My little brown doe-eyes were filled with respect and affection. He seemed to love the attention. He was so generous with me in and out of the bed. He spent lavishly on me. The meager collection of clothes and makeup I'd left home with were a thing of the past. He bought me lot of new outfits and jewelry at the boutique House Fallus. I still kept my apartment next door to store my stuff in. It was decided we would find a house after the wedding though. I was in bliss! I wanted it to be done quickly. I wanted to be a boy wife as soon as I could. I got in contact with an officiant who would do a ceremony online. The following Friday we dropped off the kids as a new couple for the weekend at his parents' home. I am not sure his mother knew that the person she thought was just their teen babysitter and that her son was now suddenly marrying had a little cock under her skirt. She acted very excited anyway since she knew I made him so happy. We got home and I contacted the officiant and we were wed on Zoom. I wrote and read my own vows. They may sound a little unorthodox to some. `I, Emi, take you Billy to be my lawfully wedded husband. I will love, honor, cherish and obey you at all times. I look to you as my husband and king.As you know I'm a total feminine sissy cum slut and will remain that no matter what. I will always listen to your instructions and I am now the wife in the household that you lead. I'll always be dressed like you want. If you tell me to change, I will. If you command that I wear nothing, I will do that as well. I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll raise your children as my own. I will always be ready for anything. My body, mouth and butthole will be ready to service you at any time. Just know that you're getting an insatiable femboy whore. I hope that will be ok. My ass will always be hungry to get stuffed by your man meat. I also understand if you need some strange pussy at some point, that's ok. I'll just internalize it and move on. I am at your command Daddy. So enclosing. I DO!' His response: `Ok I DO, too!' The reaction of the online wedding guy was oddly subdued. I bet he hears things like that all the time. Anyway with that we were married. We spent the weekend pretty much in bed with my ass getting broken in totally. My natural state is to have my hole filled by Billy's manly rod. I imagined he bred me a 2nd time and got me knocked up that night. So I consider both of the children that I mother and raise naturally belonging to me. Their biological mother has not been in the picture for a long and never will be again. I am their femboy mommy and I am great at it if I do say so myself. Billy tells me that all the time. I am also a great lover to my husband. He tells me that all the time as he spurts his seed across my little chest. I've started taking hormones so I've grown small little love bumps there. I've matured so much mentally and physically. We moved out of our apartments and into a big family home that I always keep neat and tidy. My siblings are regular visitors. I'm starting to think my little brother may have some sissy tendencies. He's just so girlishly pretty. My parents have come around a little, too. Life is perfect for me! I started as a teen femboy babysitter, now I'm a teen femboy wife and teen femboy mommy! As I sit here writing I realized I still have dried cum on my neck from this morning's lovemaking session. Bobby and I are alone in a secluded bungalow in the forest for our 1 year anniversary. We've seen very little of the outside though. He's really been exploring my insides. Oh! Excuse me, I hear my man calling. It's time to fulfill my wifely duties. It's time to service his stiff staff and have him fill my tummy with his cummy!