Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2017 16:49:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Canadian Sissy (Gay/TV, oral anal, WS, b/MF) Gay/TV, oral anal, WS, b/MF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Canadian Sissy By Wolf My adoptive parents adopted me when I was six years old. It is not common for couples to want to adopt children that old. The young couples want cute babies. Those of us that are orphaned at an older age rarely get adopted, so when one of us is selected we are thrilled and would do anything to please our new parents. My new parents were a middle-aged couple in their forties. We loved in a three-story home in Toronto Ont. Canada. They had interesting ideas about the way they wanted to bring me up. My father was a-in truth was only five-foot eight. He was going gray at the temples and his light-brown hair was receding. Like most men his age his waistline had expanded at least four inches from his prime condition. My new mother was also middle aged too. Mother had been a blonde in her youth, but with puberty it had become a dishwater blonde. She had youthful face and playful blue eyes even with the crow's feet that had come with age. She had an ample bosom that did need a support bra, and her behind had grown to match the increase in the size of her breasts. She was at least five-feet three. She was very fashion conscious and did her best to hide the additional pounds she had put on with age. They had selected me because I was small for my age, and as they put it, I had the adorable face like a girl. When they got the final approval of my adoption and no longer required the social worker's checking up on my living conditions, things changed. My bedroom was painted pink and the furniture was replaced with a crib and the dresser was a changing table. The room was decorated for a baby girl. There was a red rubber sheet put on the crib's mattress and I was dressed in a dipper with plastic panties. As my hair grew Mother saw to it that it was curled. She delighted in styling my hair. In public, she dressed me like a girl. She had a rocker in my bedroom and would have me sit on her lap and suckle on her tits until I was just too large to fit on her lap. Then she would have me lay across her lap on the couch while she watched the television. She would stick her hand into my dipper and play with my clit (As she called my penis). I was also put to bed with s baby bottle. Dad also treated me like his little girl. He would tell me that every proper young girl should learn to please their father properly. He would replace my pacifier with his cock and encourage me to suck on it and lick his hairy balls. He would reach down the back of my dipper and stick his finger into my pussy (as he called my asshole). He would tell me that someday he would take my cherry, and turn me into the whore I was meant to be. At home, I was only allowed to wear 'Gerber' baby dippers. I was required to lay on the changing table while Mother or Father changed my dipper. They played with my clit until I would actually pee. Sometimes I would actually get them wet. They would laugh, and tell me that good little girls hold it to pee in their dipper. In public, I was dressed in little girl's clothes appropriate for my age. Mother was thrilled when people would complement her on what an attractive girl she had. There was one little old man in the public park that was charmed by my banana curls, and he would give me rose every-time he saw me. It was inevitable that Mom caught me playing with my clit within a few years. She encouraged me to continue, but when I reached puberty and actually squirted cum on my rubber mattress cover she made me lick it up. I still had baby bottles in my room, and I was instructed to cum in the bottles and go to bed with the bottles nipple in my mouth. When I started school, Mother produced a birth certificate with the name Pauline on it. I was able to pass as a girl all the way through school. It became difficult when boys started asking me for dates. Mother and Father were able to scare of suitors until I was in high school. The boys became more aggressive and insisted on me being allowed to go to dances. (I suspect the medicine she gave me was in truth female hormones). My scrotum was as small as a baby's and my clit was finger size, but Mom would strap it back between my legs. She still cushioned me not to let any boy pla with my clit. Dad would take me aside and tell me that it was okay for me to suck my date's cock. It was always interesting having the boys park in the driveway and making out with them. I actually had breasts by that time and the boys delighted with playing with them. When they tried to get in my panties I would unfasten their pants and lean over and suck their cocks until they would cum in my mouth. Mom and Dad would take me into their bedroom and Daddy would have me suck his cock until he would feed me his cum. Mom would play with my clit until I would either cum all over my body or in her mouth. I never allowed any friends see my bedroom, because I still slept in a crib and dipper. Only by that time when Daddy would place me on the changing table to change my dipper he would use the baby oil to grease my boy pussy and fuck me. I loved being able to please him that way. When Mom and Dad would take me some place I was encouraged to amuse myself in the back seat by pulled up my dress and playing with myself, as long as I deposited the cum in a baby bottle. It was always an adventure to go shopping with Mon for clothes. Mom would always get in the changing booth with me and help me change clothes. One time the clerk opened the door because she thought there was something wrong because we had been in there a long time, and she mistook my moans of pleasure was moans of pain. She was shocked to see me standing on the bench and Mother was sucking on my clit. When the clerk recovered from the shock she squeezed into the booth and closed the door. She lifted the back of Mother's dress and stuck her nose into her butt as she pulled the back of Mom's panties down. From that day on we frequented that shop whenever we felt a need for a new ensemble. Mom and Dad are gone now, but I still wear dippers at home, and pass in public as a woman. I indulge in long baths while I shave my leg and underarms. I don't shave my crotch, because when I tuck my clit between my legs it is hard to tell that I don't have a pussy. The few men I have allowed to know about my clit, still enjoy fucking my boy pussy. At work, I maintain a professional attitude, so I don't date people I work with. I debated about having the sex reassignment surgery, but I do enjoy playing with my clit. One of my women friends that knows my secret, and I allow her to fuck my boy pussy with a strap-on dildo, she also allows me to fuck her. There is another woman that knows me, and we shop together, and enjoys fucking me with a strap-on dildo, and sucks my cock. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@yahoo.com