Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2021 17:31:16 +0000
From: Vikki
Subject: Vikki and the neighbour part 1

The story here is, in the main, true -- time has been compressed between
events, some details omitted, and some added to make it more `readable'.

At every opportunity, since I can remember, I had secretly dressed as a
girl. Only a truly transgender individual will understand when I say that
my fear of being caught was overwhelming, but I was driven to find the
person I really was.

I had a few items of clothing, but as an only child I had no older sisters'
clothes to use, and I didn't like wearing intimate clothing of my
mother's. That said, she had some nice high heels and I often practiced
walking in them.

So, when an opportunity to extend my dressing experiences arose, I seized
it quickly and, without any, real, thought.

The opportunity was to go and feed the hamsters of the children who lived
in the bungalow across from where I lived. The family, the Phillipsons,
were going away on holiday for three weeks in Cornwall and had asked if I
could feed and clean their pets out. At eleven years of age, they were
happy for me to have a key to the back door and let myself in. The
Phillipsons had three children -- Tom, who was 16 at the time, Anne (13)
and Helen (8). Over the years I had been over to `play' with Anne and
Helen, but Anne considered herself above that sort of thing now. She was
growing into a young woman; I had seen her going out all `dolled up' on
Friday and Saturday nights, lots of makeup, wearing very short skirts and
heels.  -- My mind instantly went to the thought of trying on Anne's
clothes. As luck would have it, the day they were leaving, mum was going to
Leeds for shopping and always was away for 4-5 hours because she had to
catch the bus (since she did not drive). Dad worked away most of the week
and so a plan formed.

I watched the Phillipsons depart, and Mum get on the bus. I waited about 5
mins then I was over the road in a flash letting myself in and immediately
making my way down the corridor to where I knew Anne's bedroom was.
Typical teenage girl, there was stuff everywhere and she had obviously left
in a rush. Knickers, bras, tights strewn across the unmade bed and the
floor. A check in the bathroom, also revealed a linen (dirty washing)
basket and in there were some dark brown stockings and a white suspender
belt (these may have been Mrs Phillipsons but that was OK she was quite a
looker). My penis was erecting with every find!

I collected a white bra, heavily stained white knickers and the stockings
and suspenders together -- stripped off and had put them on without too
much trouble -- I stuffed the bra with some other knickers and was almost
heady from the smell of teenage girl fanny.  The feeling of rolling the
stockings over my feet and up my legs gave me an even bigger erection and
my penis rubbed against moist staining making me quiver with excitement. I
had seen Anne's school uniform tossed into a corner and I pulled out the
short skirt and blouse and I put them on. Both the blouse and the skirt
were a perfect size, and it was difficult to stop myself from wanking and
shooting my load.

Forcing, the feeling down as much as I could, I went over to her dressing
table and put some foundation on. Struggled a bit with the eyeshadow and
liner but did quite a reasonable job since I had been watching YouTube Vids
for some time on the subject. Pencilled in some brows and a couple of
layers of mascara on my lashes and hey? Was I looking hot? I had reasonable
long hair and arranged it in a girly style. Dash of lipstick and there was
a girl looking back at me from the mirror.

In Anne's wardrobe there were some lace up high platform ankle boots -- the
heels being about 5 inch and the platform about 1 inch -- I put them on;
carefully I made my way into Mr & Mrs Phillipsons' bedroom, where I knew
there was a big, mirrored wardrobe. When I saw the full effect, I simply
could not believe how good I looked. I walked up and down in front of the
mirror and generally behaved like a slutty girl, admiring my great legs.

I returned to Anne's bedroom with the intent of changing into another
outfit. I was just checking in the dressing table drawers when:

"Very nice -- you look hot babe!"

My blood turned to ice, as I turned around, I could see Tom Phillipson,
phone in hand grinning at me!

"The guys at your school are going to love this, Victor!"

I couldn't speak I just croaked,

"Whaaat are you doing here?"

"Had a row with my dad -- I didn't want to go on holiday with them and he
kicked me out of the car -- told me to make my own way back home!"

"Errr, Oh! Well I'm, err -- oh my, sorry .. I'll get changed -- please,
please, please don't say anything"

I went to take the boots off.

"Oh no you don't -- if you don't want anyone to know - you are going to
have to do me some favours first!"

I really had no idea what he meant but was desperate that my secret should
not get out.

"What do you want me to do?" The desperation in my voice was palpable.

"Well for a start -- go into the kitchen, there are some beers in the
fridge -- pour me one and bring it in to the lounge -- and be quick about
it!"

"Ok! Ok!" -- was that all he wanted -that didn't seem too bad.

I did as I was bid and took the beer into him -- he was sitting in an
armchair, having put some slow dance music on the stereo system.

I gave him the beer and turned to go.

"Oh no my little tart -- I'm far from finished with you yet! -- Dance for
me."

Now I love dancing and I had a repertoire of `girly' moves and I did as I
had been bid.

"Nice! Nice baby -- you do know how to move don't ya?"

All the while he was filming me on his phone. After about 10 mins he
motioned me over to the chair,

"So now you are going to show me what a bad little schoolgirl you are --
Kneel down! Give me your hand!"

I knelt and he pulled my hand towards his zipper.

"Get my cock out you little whore"

"Whaaat! Why?"

"Because you are going to suck it like a bad little girl"

I had heard, from some of the older boys at school, that girls did this--
Oh! My! God! I was going to have to do it -- I had no choice -- I pleaded
with Tom, but he just reminded me that he had loads of pictures and videos
of me -- Part of me though, wanted to -- how bad was that?

Gingerly, I unzipped his jeans and undid the top stud -- the bulge in his
pants was huge and as I pulled them down this great pink cock, rigid as a
flagpole shot up right against my hand.

"Start by licking the split at the top -- then work your way down!"

Oh! My! This was horrible but I was trapped -- I could see no way out. I
lowered my mouth to his dick and my tongue found the slit. Tom started
moaning in pleasure.

"Aaaah! Mmm! Yeh! Yeh! Good Girl -- that's it, keep going"

I couldn't believe it. The taste was not anyway near as bad as I
expected. My own penis which had deflated at the moment of discovery was
now rising in Anne's smelly knickers. I liked doing it! His hands went to
the back of my head, then he started forcing his prick into my mouth and
tried to push it down my throat -- naturally I gagged.

"Uuurgh! No, I can't! Stop it I'll choke"

I brought my hands up as I tried to push him away.

"Oh no you don't!"

From somewhere Tom produced a thin leather strap and, very expertly, slid a
loop over my left hand then pulled it back behind me. He forced my other
hand back and wrapped the strap around it. Now I was powerless to stop him.

"Put your tongue right down"

I did as I was told.  This time as he thrust his member into my mouth it
actually went much further in.  He pulled out and said,

"We'll make a nice little cocksucker out of you yet!"

I just gasped for breath and then it came again -- This time there was a
kind of `plop' noise from my throat, and it slid right in -- his balls
touching my chin. He came out and repeated this act several times -- when
he pulled out, I squealed which seem to amuse him. This went on for a few
minutes as he face fucked me.

"Right girl! Time to be fucked in that little boi pussy of yours!"

Did he mean my arsehole -- yes, he did! I was turned over on to my knees.

"Stay just like that slut -- I need to get something!"

He was gone about a minute. When he came back, he had a jar of Vaseline in
his hand. He lifted the school skirt, and I could feel him sniffing Anne's
knickers and my rosebud.

"God that sister of mine is such a fucking tart -- I can smell spunk on
these knickers -- she's been at it again with that guy from the garage!"

He caressed my stocking legs -- cooing over how sexy I looked. He kissed
then from ankle to suspender, quite gently and lovingly. When he got to the
top of the stockings he pushed Anne's knickers to one side, then he
lubricated his fingers with the Vaseline and pushed two fingers into my
hole. Now I have to admit I had been experimenting with various things like
carrots etc, so he did not get much resistance.

"Ah! The slag likes it in her arse!

Now he had three fingers in and was moving them back and forwards - I
moaned gently and softly as he lubricated my passageway. After a short
while, he pulled them out and I felt his cock at the entrance to my
rectum. He was as hard as a stick of rock, and I felt my lips part as he
pushed very firmly into my hole. The first attempt didn't quite get in, but
the second attempt forced my rosebud apart and very gently he slid about
two inches in past my sphincter. In a flash he pulled back and then drove
back in with some force and his balls slapped against my bottom.

I howled like a racing car off the grid. He laughed and pulled back and did
it again. I lost count of his thrusts -- he was like a thing possessed! His
hands were around my waist pulling me onto his engorged member, all I could
do was squeal and pant gently with each hard thrust. The really bad thing
was I liked the feeling of him deep inside me and I pushed against him to
get that cock in as far as it would go! With every thrust I was becoming
more and more a little cock whore. He was kissing my neck, his hot breath
just a whisper away from my ears, calling me a dirty slut, a slag -- his
property!

Without warning, he pulled out and pushed me over on my back. I was gasping
for breath and didn't realise his intention. His cock appeared in front of
my face and, before I knew it, he let out a long moan, then a thick spurt
of warm, creamy cum hit my nose and splashed across my left eye. This was
followed by another jet that went straight in my mouth. Further splashes
hit my cheek!

"Oh no! What? What? Eeergh! That's disgusting!"

I couldn't believe what he had just done. The Jizz dripped off my nose and
into my mouth and he wiped his prick in it, pushing it over my tongue, his
cock tasting of my boi pussy. I thought, maybe, I was going to be sick. I
wasn't -- I liked it.

"Better get used to the taste you slut -- you will be doing a lot more of
that!

I lay there while he took pics of my face covered in his sticky cum.

"The guys will love these," he laughingly said.

I lay there, looking at my stockinged legs, the `fuck-me' high heeled
boots, my arse tingling, cum still oozing from my mouth forming a wet patch
of it on the schoolgirl blouse. So that's what it's like to be a girl --
Mmm Nice!