Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2012 22:13:41 +1000 From: andrew crook Subject: How I became a Little Girl (chp 1) TG / young people section. How I Became Girlie. Pt 1. By Ms. Stephanie Smith. Is this a piece of fiction? You'll be wondering after you read it. NO, it is not and to the best of my memory, this is exactly how it occurred back then. Nowadays I'm a very well adjusted post-op transsexual who is shortly going to hit the big 40. This story and a few later chapters are being written, not only for my enjoyment but to also explain how my 2nd life actually began. WARNING TO UNDERAGED READERS. Under aged people should not read this story? So if you ARE underage, please stop reading it NOW, turn off your computer, and go out into the lounge room and watch some TV or play a board game or something. For those of you that can legally read this story, there isn't much sex in the story (come on....I was only 9 years old when this story takes place, for goodness sakes), but I hope you enjoy it and perhaps may like to read about me in later chapters and how I grew up. ********************************* My memory simply can't recall the exact moment in time when I thoughts of being a female actually happened, or when I first actually started wearing girl's underwear. It may have been when I was around 2 to 3 years old. However, I CAN recollect that my babysitter (Aunty Ann god bless her) use to borrow her daughters old underwear (she was 5 years older than me) and put me in a pair of her panties when I was being toilet trained and I'd had an accident and needed to be changed into something clean. Anyway, Aunty Ann's daughters name was Wendy and as I only had an older brother in my own family, she was always, to my way of thinking, my big sister back then (and remained so until she died less than 20 years later). Her older brothers always treated me as if I was the baby of their family and they often knew about my little accidents and that I sometimes had to wear their sister's "bloomers" around the house. Besides, most of Wendy's old panties were plain white cotton and apart from the edged lacing around the legs and the little pink bow at the front, didn't seem much different to small boy's tight whites. Anyhow, my trousers use to hide them and apart from my Aunty Ann, no one who saw me passing them in the street could have known I was wearing panties back then. Sometimes, when the washing was all hung out on the line, Aunty Ann had had to use a pair of Wendy's soft satin looking panties, if they were the only ones available and they certainly didn't look like boys underwear. Those panties felt entirely different on me when I had to wear them, especially when I had to wear them while walking up to the shops with my Aunt. They were often pale pink in colour, felt very soft and slippery to wear and shiny to feel and look at and had frilled lacings on the leg openings. Although I was very young back then (and could never had known about or understood about sexual feelings), it always felt very funny wearing them and that wasn't just from the nice feeling they gave me snuggling against my little balls and penis. It would be true to say, that in a way, I was always a bit sad when I had to change back into my own underwear, after they'd been washed and dried, but eventually I learned to control my bladder and mastered toilet training, so my earliest cross dressing was quickly over and done with. My early days being babysat were always fond memories to me before I started going to kindergarten. My father had walked out on my mother when she was expecting me and because she had to go out to work, she paid a woman to look after me. Fortunately, Aunty Ann, as I always knew her, was a wonderful person and until the day she died, over 30 years later, she was always my Aunty Ann. I was brought up in their family environment surrounded by my sister Wendy, and her 3 brothers, but because of the age differences, my life ways a little bit lonely. Perhaps unknowingly and subconsciously my pre kindergarten days, which consisted of following my Aunty around as her little helper, may have influenced my lifestyle as I grew up, especially on wash days, which use to occur several times a week back in those days. My clearest memories were of catching the clothes as they came off the wringer and placing them into the wash basket, which to my mind was almost as important as pegging them up on the clothes line. I especially liked catching Wendy's clothes and putting them into the basket and I'd usually wonder what panties she was wearing that day. Strange that I use to think that, but that's how I seem to recall it all these years later on. Time progressed on and I began kindergarten, then through infant's school until I got to class 4 in primary school. By that time I was aged 9 and Wendy was 14 and going to high school. I had no idea what puberty was all about back then, although I had noticed that Wendy seemed to have changed in her behavior as well as in her appearance. She'd always worn dresses, even when we played hide and go seek in the back yard when I was 4 or 5, but when she was about 12 or so, she seemed to become extremely moody every so often and she wasn't interested in playing games in the back yard any more and always seemed to be on the phone talking to one of her girl friends from school. She also seemed to look a lot different in her clothes and I'd noticed the swellings around her chest and even "I" knew that she was turning into a girl, just like Aunty Ann. One day I was feeling very nauseous and didn't feel up to going to school, so mum told me to go round to Aunty Ann's and mum would pick me up on her way home from work. However that day, Wendy wasn't feeling well either and was also staying at home, so it was her who answered the door when I knocked. I told her and then Aunty Ann that my mum had told me to come round and stay with them until she got home from work that night. This wasn't unusual and Aunty Ann simply got a pillow and blanket and had me lay down on the lounge in the TV room and told me to try and have a sleep, while Wendy watched the TV. About 11 o'clock in the morning, Aunty Ann announced she was going to the shops and that she'd be home by about 1 and then proceeded to head out the front door reminding both of us not to let any strangers into the house if they knocked at the door. About 10 minutes later, Wendy walked over to the lounge and asked me if I could help her out with her biology school work, and then sternly told me that it was important that I kept it all a secret and could never tell anyone, not even my own brother or mother. I solemnly promised her that I wouldn't tell anyone, ever, and with that she said she'd be back in a moment, but told me to take all my clothes off and sit on the end of the lounge. I was a bit surprised at first, but I was so keen to help Wendy in any way that I could so I quickly took off all my clothes and sat on the edge of the couch, naked, expectantly looking out of the TV room door for her to reappear. When she did I gasped a little bit in surprise. Wendy was only wearing a white bra and a pair of pink satin panties and the panties were almost see through, because I could see a dark sort of patch that looked like hair at the front of them. She told me to stand up as she then sat on the lounge, and then told me to come and stand in front of her. I quickly stood up and moved in front of her, to which she then told me to stand very close to her. She then proceeded to touch and fondle me tiny little penis, slowly caressing it, and rubbing the slit, all the while looking directly at my penis in complete rapt concentration. She then started to fondle my ball sack and I squirmed a little bit because I felt tender pain down there and squirmed and tried to pull away. "Stand still" she shouted out and in a whimpering voice I told her that she was hurting me, so she quickly let go of my balls, then in a quiet and soothing voice told me that she was sorry, but she still continued to fondle my penis. I started to relax after she let go of my balls and then I felt her gently cup my balls in her left hand, not squeezing them but simply holding them. "You like that, don't you" she gently whispered to me as she continued to play with me. I noticed that her fingers were getting slippery sliding around my penis head and she was starting to rub the head harder. "You're getting a little stiffy aren't you" she told me excitedly. "Yes" I replied, as my body was beginning to sway from the feelings rushing around inside of me. She abruptly stopped and I cried out in a form of prepubescent frustration. She then stood up and took a cushion and propped it on the side of the couch and the floor and proceeded to sit down on the floor and sat propped up against the lounge, before she raised her knees up and slightly parted her legs. She then told me to stand either side of her legs and slowly lean back. As I did, I felt her raised knees rest against my bottom to stop me from falling over backwards as she proceeded to recommence fondling my penis. All the delicious feelings inside of me started to return and I was closing my eyes and beginning to pant frantically as she started to rub the head of my little penis more firmly and quicker. I was getting light headed and leaning back against her knees with my hands holding onto the back of her raised legs in an effort to stay upright. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me with a huge smile on her face and I felt gloriously happy that she was smiling at me. After a few more minutes, I seemed to secrete some clear fluid onto her hands and she sternly told me to tell if I wanted to go to the toilet, as she continued to manipulate my penis. I simply panted that I'd tell her if I did. She then took one of her hands and started to suck on her fingers before leaning forward and gently but firmly sliding one of them into my little bottom. I remember letting out a loud little girlie gasp as she started to work her finger around inside of me while I moaned and whimpered. I felt my legs beginning to buckle and was starting to lose my balance, when she pulled her finger out of me, and used her other hand to grab me from falling over. I dropped down to my knees, light headed and panting and moaning loudly and while Wendy turned around trying to get up off the floor, I noticed that her panties were a much darker between her legs then elsewhere, and what looked like she a split between her legs was there. As Wendy stood up, she told me to get dressed. For reasons I simply didn't know about back then, I had a feeling of excitement and frustration in the pit of my stomach and a sense of feeling, unfinished in some way. I didn't feel used (I was only 8 after all) but I had wanted her to keep playing with my penis or something and so I started to sniffle and sob. Wendy was walking towards the TV room door when she turned back around and asked me what the matter was. I mumbled a reply along the lines that I didn't know, but I then asked her why she stopped touching me as it felt so good. She sighed, in what I think of as an exaggerated manner, and told me it was because I was starting to get dizzy and she didn't want me to hurt myself if I fell over. I said that I knew I felt a bit giddy, but what she was doing to me felt really good and I didn't want her to stop doing it and besides, why did I had to take off all my clothes and she was allowed to wear her underwear while she touched me. She came back over and grabbed my hand and sat us both down on the couch, then looked me directly in the eyes and told me that she had needed to have me take all my clothes off, so she could see if what she had learnt at school was correct or not. She explained to me, that her teacher had told her and the class not to practice this experiment at home without them wearing their clothes. But because I had been so good she told me, AND I HAD PROMISED that I would never tell anyone about what we were doing today, as a special treat for being so good, she'd show me her boobs. "BUT never again", she told me threateningly, to which she then reached behind her back with both hands and suddenly her bra was in her hands and her boobies were visible right I front of me. I was mesmerized by the sight and (as any child does) instinctively put a hand slowly out to touch them. "NO, don't touch them" she admonished me, and I quickly withdrew my hand. But my face must have shown my hurt and disappointment, because she sighed, made a face and then said, "Oh all right", and told me to give her my hand. She then gently placed it on her boob and slowly moved it around, back and forth. I gazed in complete rapture at her boobies and saw the pimple on the boob I was rubbing (actually they were her nipples, but how was a kid of 8 to know that) start to grow and harden. "Your pimples are SO much bigger than mine" I excitedly cried out, which made Wendy move her hand (with mine still enclosed in it) quickly away from her. I still had that rapt gaze of attention on my face, with what must have been a dumb smile on my face, because Wendy was suddenly smiling, when she sarcastically asked me if I was satisfied now, as she started to get up to leave. "Wendy, where's YOUR stiffy. I can't see it AND you've got lots of hair down there" I said, her pointing to the front of her panties. "Can I see your stiffy, PLEASE", I begged her. She looked at me directly and told me that girls don't get stiffies and are a lot different than boys down there. "PLEASE," I must have said in a wheedling tone. "Show me what you look like Wendy. I promise not to tell anyone that you showed me, honest." With another one of those loud sighs, she moved her hands to the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs and off of her feet, leaving them lying on the carpet. "Where's your Willy I cried out. AND you've got hair down there. I don't have hair down there" I exclaimed out loud. "How can a girl wee without a Willy?" Wendy took my hand and then gently rubbed it against her hair and slowly down between her legs, telling me not to move my hand and that she'd guide my hand. "There, now you've felt me down there and know that I don't have a Willy," she said as she moved my hand away. "Would you like to look a little bit closer" she said as she lay down on the couch and slightly parted her legs. I excitedly leaned my head closer to her parted thighs and stared in amazement. "Don't you touch, just look" she told me in that firm voice of hers. After about a minute of staring at her and trying to see what was down there, Wendy sat up stating that that was enough and it was time to get dressed. I hurriedly picked up her bra and panties and handed her the bra, which she slipped her shoulders into the straps and reached behind her to put it on. "Wendy. Why is it that girls get to wear such nice soft underwear and boys don't?" I asked her, as I gently rubbed her panties against the side of my cheek, rapt in the so soft and slippery feelings against my cheek. Wendy had put her bra on and was about to reach and take her satin pink panties When she stopped and looked at me very closely. "Do you like the feel of my panties?" she gently asked me. "Ummm, they're so soft and nice and pretty" I replied, as I started to hand them over to her. She grabbed them from me and turned me around quickly and told me to put them on and to wear them for the rest of the day and change back into my own before I left to go home. "I know, let's play girl's dress up" Wendy said excitedly. I'll put on yours if you'll put on mine", and she proceeded to grab my white underpants and slide them up her legs. I eased hers onto my feet and slowly slid them up my legs, reveling in the so soft feel of the satin and pulled them up tight. "Wendy, your panties are damp. Did you have an accident in them? They're all damp and sticky" I said as I reached down to touch the crotch of them. Wendy bent down and took me by the shoulders and stared close to my face and smiled at me. "Steven, I promise, I haven't had an accident in them," Wendy smilingly assured me. "When you get to high school you'll eventually find out in biology classes why the ones your wearing now are a little bit damp at the moment. But don't worry, they'll be dry soon. Grab the rest of your clothes and follow me into the bedroom" she told me as she walked out of the lounge room. I picked up the rest of my clothes and rushed out to follow her, the feel of the soft, damp, shiny pink satin of her panties rubbing up against my little balls and penis, sending absolutely glorious shivers through my spine and starting to give me another little stiffy. "Mum will be home from the shops in about an hour" Wendy remarked as I entered her bedroom. "So if we want to play dress ups, we'll have to be quick" and turning to face me, she told me in no uncertain tones, that what we were doing was our special secret and that no one could ever find out, because we might get the strap laid on each of us, before she turned back and reached into her wardrobe. She came out holding a bright yellow dress and hung it up on the bed head. "I'd better change back into a pair of my own knickers" Wendy suddenly said. And with that she slid out of my white underpants and wriggled into a pair of dark red cotton panties. "Put yours back in your shorts pocket so you can change into them in the toilet, before you go home," she told me and so I began to pick them up and stuff them into my shorts side pocket. "Now, let's see if we can make you look like a little princess" she said turning towards me holding the Yellow dress. "Turn around, arms raised up high" and she proceeded to put my arms into the short sleeves of the dress and slide the dress down over my head, onto my shoulders and let it drop down from there. As I lowered my arms, Wendy started to straighten out the dress, circling around me, tugging a little bit here and there until she was satisfied. "Now put on these shoes and socks" she said and handed me a pair of white shoes and small anklet socks. The shoes had a buckle strap on them and Wendy proceeded to bend down and tighten the buckles for me, before standing back up to face me with a beaming smile on her face. "Oh...Kay" Wendy remarked as she pondered for a moment. "We need to do something about that hair" and reached for the brush on her sideboard. "Let me look at myself" I said in an excited voice. "Let me see what I look like". "NOT YET!" Wendy cried out. "Let me finish you and then you can see what you look like. Just show some patience, young lady". I must have harrumphed or something, because Wendy muttered "keep still and stop being a spoilt little bitch," as she started to brush my quite long hair around my head pinning it up with an occasional bobby pin. "Now for a head band" she said, and reached across to her vanity and grabbed something and before I realized it, a yellow hair band was being slid onto my head and positioned just back behind my ears. Standing back Wendy remarked to no one in particular, "Yes, we're getting there, almost finished. Just a touch of lippy and we're done", before reaching for a small metal tube and turning the bottom of it and telling me to pout my lips, stand still and keep quiet. "This lipstick will come off very quickly, if you wash your face with soap and rub your lips with your hand a few times" Wendy told me as I felt something a little bit greasy get rub onto my lips. "Now go like this" she said and I sucked my mouth in slightly several times. "There, NOW you look like a young girl" Wendy said as told me to close my eyes and not to open them until she said to, as she directed me towards the floor length mirror. "O.K. you can open them now . . . SURPRISED?" I gasped in complete disbelief. Looking back at from the mirror was a young girl like face, in a yellow dress, with soft pink lips, hair swept back and small dainty white socks in a pair of white shoes with just a little bit of heel on them. "WOW, is that really me?" I asked out loud and starting to lift the hem of my dress slightly while practicing curtseys at the mirror and pouting my face to try and look as girlie as possible. Wendy's reflection in the mirror showed her beaming broadly and telling me what a cute little girl I made. "You can be the sister I never had" Wendy told me. "I'll just get dressed and we'll pop out into the front garden and let you feel what it's like to be a girl. But, I simply can't call you Steven when you look this pretty. I'm just going to have to call you Stephanie, and that's what I'll call you from now on, whenever we're alone," and with that she popped on a dress and told me to follow her as we headed for the front door. "Stay here while I look up and down the street to see if anyone is coming" Wendy told me and she headed for the front gate. She looked up and down the street before calling out to me "OK Stephanie, you can come out and play if you want." And as for me . . . . . . . I WAS IN ABSOLUTE GIRLIE HEAVEN. After about 10 minutes, Wendy said we'd better duck back inside and change and as sad as I felt, I knew she was right. After I'd changed back into my old boys clothes and washed my face, about 5 minutes afterwards, Aunty Ann came back in with the shopping. ********************************************** Authors note: Because of categories within Nifty, I'll try to stay within Young Friends for my next few chapters, before I have to move to the Teens section. Thinking of contacting me? Well, perhaps I might put my contact details down in a later chapter for those who wish to contact me with feedback, advice or simply to say hello. - Love and kisses, Stephanie.