Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2021 09:32:19 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Daniel Becoming Daniela (Transgender, oral, anal, m/mmmMM) Rransgender, oral, anal, m/mmmMM Author's Note: 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 a 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. Copyright 2021 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Daniel Becomes Daniela By Wolf Everything changed for me the fall semester of my freshman year of high school. My parents had divorced and Mom had just bought a new home on SW Cortland Ln. in Bonita Metzger, Oregon. It was a new two-story development of homes with two car garages. I was scared to death to attend not only a new school where I didn't know anyone. On top of that I was small for my age, 14- year-old. I was only four-foot eleven-inches tall. I was definitely not the kind of guy picked to play on any pick-up ball game on the street. My mother insisted that I take piano lesions. No matter how much I studied I would never be a concert pianist. To be a member of the high school marching band I played the snare drum. It may not have been challenging to keep the beat but given the opportunity I could perform a drum solo that would have the auditorium jumping. The worst thing about playing outdoors for a high school football game in Oregon is that you can expect that most of the games will be played in the rain. That brings me to what happened to change everything. One day after band practice I was going to have to walk home because my father was at work and my mother had an emergency to take care of for a friend. The walk home was during one of those downpours that the driving rain falls at 60-degree angle. I was soaked to the bone within two blocks. I had just stepped off of the curb at an intersection into a puddle deep enough to cover my foot above my ankle. I knew my shoes were going to be ruined. At that moment an old four door Chevy pulled up alongside the curb. The windows were fogged up and it was impossible to see inside the car. The driver's window went down and a guy I had seen around school asked: "Can we give you a lift home? This weather isn't fit for man nor beast." The back door opened and a guy stepped out and held the door open for me. When I leaned down to get into the car, I saw that there was another guy in the back seat. As I slid into the seat the guy that had opened the door got in behind me and closed the door. There were four guys on the car. The car reeked of cigarette smoke and the car was filled with gray smoke. As the driver pulled away from the curb, the guy sitting on my right placed his arm around my body and he used his right hand to grouped my crotch and unfastened my pants so that he could pull out my cock and scrotum. I was afraid to say anything. The guy to my left took hold of my head and kissed me on the mouth. His mouth tasted foul with cigarettes and halitosis. He even stuck his tongue into my mouth. Then he pulled my head down to his exposed cock and tubbed my face against his cock and demanded that I suck his cock. While I was sucking his cock the other guy pulled me up onto my knees and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. He mounted me from behind and drove his cock up my dry asshole. The pain was unbelievable. I was moaning and crying while I was sucking the cock. I was unaware of where they were taking me. When the car came to a stop and I had swallowed the guys cum I lifted my head and saw that the car was parked between two long semi-trailers under the tin roof of a shed. The two guys in the front seat got out and came around to the back doors and the four of them proceeded to pull my pants and underwear off of my legs. Once I was naked below the waist, they made me lay on my back with my shoulder crammed against the armrest of the back door. They took turns fucking my asshole and making me suck their dirty cocks clean. When they were finished abusing me, they allowed me to put my underwear and pants back on. They forced me to give them my address. As they drove me home, they threatened me with bodily harm and spreading the word that I was a fagot if I talked. They told me that I was their BIRCH now, and my name was no longer Daniel but from now on my name was Daniela. They told me that I had to meet them at the A & W after band practice every day. After they let me out of the car, I went straight to my bathroom and removed my wet clothes. My shoes would just have to air dry for a long time or they would be ruined. The rest of my clothes went into the gas drier. Then I drew a hot bath and soaked until the water warmed up my body and the heat relieved the pain in my asshole. I put on my flannel pajamas and was in bed before my parents got home. I was afraid to go to school the next day but afraid that I had to do so. After band practice I slowly made my way to the A & W. I knew by then that that was where the bad guys hung out. When I arrived the four of them hustled me into their car and drove off. This time they took me to an old house near the location of the truck yard they had taken me to the day before. When we entered the house, I was introduced to the old man living there as their new bitch and my name was Daniela. His name was Bruce. The man frightened me because of the way he looked. His nose was bent to the right side of his face, proof that his nose had been broken, and his eyebrows were scared, giving proof of fist fights. His square jaw was covered in dark stubble. He was a big stocky man, and he was only wearing boxer shorts and a tank top undershirt. His body was covered in dark hair. His big hands with sausage like fingers were hairy, and grime was grease and dirt had been grounded into his hands and dirty fingernails. When he placed his big hand on my shoulder my body trembled. I learned that he was a mechanic for the trucking yard they had taken me to the first time. He chuckled and said: "Daniela should be dressed appropriately." The guys agreed with enthusiasm. While two of them undressed me, two of them left the room only to reappear with a bundle of female clothes. I was handed a small pink pair of girls' panties and told to put them on. I struggled to pull them up. I was told to stuff my cock back between my legs. Once I did that and pulled them up, I was impressed by how much I looked like a girl down there. I had to put on a bra, slip, and a dress along with girl's slip-on-shoes. They put lipstick and eye shadow on me. They felt me up, like I was a girl. It was all very surreal. Bruce parked his naked butt in his favorite leather recliner and spread his legs as the other guys made me bend over and sucking his thick dark cock. His crotch had a strong odor mixed with sweat and his crotch was covered with dark smelly pubic hair. The sell was repulsive and erotic at the same time. I almost choked on his cock, because someone was forcing my head down until my nose was smashed against the hairy pubic bone. While I was forced to suck the cock, the other guys flipped the dress over my back and pulled the back of the panties down in back and one by one they took turns sticking their cocks into my ass and fucking me. By the time all four deposited their loads of cum into my ass and Brice had cum in my mouth a couple of times. Cum was dripping down the insides of my legs. They eventually allowed me to clean up and put my clothes back on before they dove me home. They threatened me to keep my mouth shut. They took me to Bruce's home regularly after that. I actually began to enjoy dressing like a girl and being used like a girl. They plucked my eyebrows like a girl and shaved my underarms and pubic area too. Eventually my mother recognized how famine looking I was becoming and confronted me. I admitted to dressing up in girls' clothes without mentioning the teenagers and the mechanic. My mother was upset at first but she accepted that I was a transvestite. She even began buying me girls' clothes appropriate for a girl my age. She even taught me how-to walk-in heels and sitting appropriately. Learning to talk in the soft tone of a female took some time. I eventually became comfortable going out in public in drag. The first test of my skills was to go into a lady's room at the shopping mall. I quickly went into a stall and closed the door and sat down to pee. When I straightened up my clothes and exited the stall I was as nervous as a cornered cat while I washed my hands, but a middle-aged woman must have recognized my discomfort and commented: "Don't worry honey, we don't bite! Not much unless you ask." I feared that she recognized that I was a boy. She insisted on leaving the lady's room with me. She slipped her arm in mine at the elbow and walked me to the elevator and pushed the button for the parking level 2. She kissed me while we were in the elevator. I was stunned by her actions. As we exited the elevator and she walked me to her car I blurted out: "Lady, I am not what you think I am! I am a boy!" "You're kidding! I would have never guessed. I guess I'm not eating pussy today. Just a minute, I know someone that would love to meet you. Would you like to meet a queen that I know?" I guess so." She pulled out a cellphone and made a call. After she said hello, she told someone named Albert that she had a truly sweet looking transvestite and asked him if he would like to meet me. I assume he did because she told me to get in her car. She drove me across town to a nice home and parked in the driveway. When she rang the doorbell and it opened, we were welcomed in by a man that looked to be in his early thirties. He was wearing a silk Hawaiian print shirt, gray Linin slacks, and his shoes were mare Ostrich leather. I knew the shoes were very expensive. He told the lady that he couldn't believe that I was really a boy. She told him that she would leave so that the two of you could get to know each other. She also added that she was having a party this weekend and he was welcome to bring me of the like. She left on that note. Albert ushered me into his living room and we sat together on the couch and he placed his arm around my body and he asked me all about myself. He was emotionally disturbed when he learned that the four upperclassmen had abducted and raped me. He got interested when I told him about how I began to like being dressed up like a girl, the mechanic and teenagers using me. I added that my mother understanded my fetish for girls' clothes and has been buying me age-appropriate clothes and teaching me how to move like a female. While I was telling my tale Albert was beginning to feel me up like a girl. When he placed his hand on my crotch and felt me up, he looked me in the eye and asked me where my cock was. I told him that it was tucked between my legs. While I was pulling my cock and scrotum out of my panties, Albert was unbuttoning his loose silk shirt. I was surprised to see that under the loose shirt were notable breasts. I instinctively reached out and placed my right hand on his left tit and squeezed it. Albert leaned close and kissed me on the mouth. We embraced each other tenderly fir some time before Albert leaned down and took my penis into his mouth and cupped my scrotum in his hand tenderly while he sucked mt cock until I squirted my-cum into his mouth. When he lifted his head from my lap, he kissed me again and shared my-cum with me. I felt like my body was suspended in space for a moment. When I recovered, I had to show Albert how much I was thrilled by what he had done. I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked on the nipple lovingly. At the same time, I began unbuckling his belt and unfastening his linen pants and discovered that he was wearing delicate lavender lace hip hugger female panties. I pulled the crotch aside to free both his cock and his scrotum. I discovered that he shaved his pubic hair off ad was impressed with his sex organs. His scrotum was a slack sack that would allow his testis to hang low between his legs. What mesmerized me was his penis. I thought it was a magnificent tool. His cock was a little more than six- inches long, thick and a big purple head. I couldn't resist taking hold of it and masturbating him to ensure that it was fully erect before I leaned over and while I was holding it, I smelled his flesh. She smelled like he had just bathed and applied cologne. I took the head into my mouth and stuck the tip of my tongue into the hole until he moaned because he was experiencing some pain. Then I removed my hand and took all of the shaft into my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down and with each stroke my nose was pressed flat against his pubic bone. I sucked him until he couldn't hold it any longer and he erupted into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his cum. When I sat up, we clung to each other and it was my turn to share his cum with him. We lounged around for a while and talked before I helped him remove his clothes completely. Albert assumed the missionary position on his back and begged me to breed him. I lifted the front of my skirt and used one hand to lift his scrotum up and out of the way as I used my other hand to guide my own prick at his asshole and shoved it in slowly. When I was balls deep in his ass, I started fucking him. With every stroke he increased in speed until my balls erupted in his ass and I collapsed on top of him as I squirted cum into his ass. It took several moments before my heart stopped racing. We kissed and clung to each other for a period of time before Albert insisted upon sitting up. No words needed to be said, I assumed the missionary position on my back. Albert pulled my own girly panties free of my legs and tucked my skirt up around my waist. I watched in fascination as he lifted my legs up and turned my body upside down with my butt up in the air. He held my hips as he bent over and he blew a puff of cool air at my rectum. My asshole instinctually puckered tightly. He spit on my asshole and stuck a finger into my rectum and finger fucked me until I relaxed and he added a second finger. When he was ready, he straddled my body and guided his cock to my asshole. I grunted with every thrust as he fucked me. When he started cumming he pulled out and squirted all over my scrotum. Then he licked the cum off of my body. After some time passed, we cleaned up and he drove me home. I introduced Albert to my mother. Even my mother could recognize that he was gay. She offered him his choice between coffee and tea. He thanked her and selected tea if it wasn't too much trouble. She assured him that it was only a matter of fringing the water to a boil. The three of us were sitting at the dining table sipping the tea when she asked how we had met. Albert told my mother that a lady friend of his had met me at the mall and felt that we were kindred spirits. She had introduced us and was both share the desire to wear female clothes. Mother and Albert talked at length before Mother told me to get ready for bed. In my absence she was free to ask the question that was on her mind. "Albert, I don't want to offend you bur I need to know is my son gay?" Albert paused before he responded: "Yes." "I hope that you will not break his heart and protect my son from harm." "I would never dream of hurting Danie. You are aware that he was raped by older teenagers and they called him Daniela. Now he prefers that name." "I had no idea that he had been raped. I don't know what to say. I am going to have to talk to him about that." Shortly after that Alberts excused himself and left. Mom came upstairs and knocked on my door and asked if she could talk to me. Of course, I invited her in. We sat on the side of the bed while we talked. Mother asked me why I hadn't told her about the rape. I told her that I had been shamed. She suggested that we complain to the police, but I objected reporting it because of the embarrassment it would cause me. After some more discussion she relented. She changed the subject by asking me about Albert. I told her that I loved him and wanted to become a real girl for him. She told me that he had told her that I preferred the name Daniela. I heard that it was true. She suggested that we see a Phycologist and we left it at that for the time being. Mother did the research and contacted a doctor that referred her to a psychiatrist that made an appointment for the two of us. It took a number of meetings before he was satisfied that I was an appropriate candidate for sex reassignment. There were a lot of things to do. While he was counseling me, I was given female hormones and the process for stretching my breast tissue for the implantation of breast 400 cc implants. Even before the implants were inserted, I endured the operation that turned my penis into a vagina. When everything was finished a petition legally change my sex. During that time Albert and my mother became friends and I was allowed to sleep with him a lot and he was even allowed to sleep in my bed. It was a new experience for me to be fucked in my man made pussy or my asshole. When I went to college, I even dated heterosexual males. Albert remained my lover. When we went to parties, women and men would take me aside and ask me why I was so close to a gay man. Some were crude enough to refer to Albert as a fagot. Albert was independently wealthy, old money and I earned a good six figure income on my own and was deviant enough to actually enjoy adding to my income by performing in porn videos. 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@gmail.com