Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2008 19:31:32 -0800 (PST) From: Matthew O'Shea Subject: Sissy-boy Baby Michelle Transgender teen This Story has been on my mind for a while, it is based on one of my many Fantasies. All characters are of no living person known to me. The Country is just because I have a great fondness for England and young English men. If you don't like male on male sex, Cross dressing Etc. or you are under age, this is not for you then Sweety. Hope you will like it and feedback will be most welcome put title in subject line. Chapter 1. = = = = = = = = = = = = = == = = = = = = = THE BIRTH of a SISSY BOY, BABY MICHELLE. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a story about Michael, a 21yr old who leaves New Zealand for his Overseas Experience. Is introduced to another Cross dresser like himself. Then how he became an Adult sissy baby girl named Michelle. Hope you will enjoy it and get pleasure from it, as I have writing it. After receiving an insurance policy payout. That my parents took out for me, when I was born came due on my 20th Birthday. I decided to use it on my OE to the England. It was the second of February 1998 a couple of weeks after my 21st Birthday that I left New Zealand for what was meant to be, a 12 months working holiday in England. Thankfully the working permit itself was for two years. I would be staying with my best friend, Alan who had arrived in London some months earlier. On my arrival he met me at Gatwick airport, off the 5.50am arrival from New Zealand. We drove back to his flat in Tooting, which seemed to take forever. As I've never seen so much traffic on the road at one time. I soon learnt this was normal at any time of day on the M25. But on the way we talked about many things and he told me there were many places I would love to visit, seen as I love wearing women's clothes. That there are even bars where you will be right at home in. As they cater mainly for TS, TV's, cross-dresses, Alan told me. I was now beginning to feel quite excited, about what lay ahead for me. Just before we pulled up at the flat, Alan told me that he had told his flat mate all about me. So not to try and put on some sort of butch act, because it's not you. I knew exactly what he meant, as I am rather effeminate. Inside, I was introduced to David. A very pleasant, friendly chap, with a cheeky smile and a deep dimple in the left cheek. Wouldn't be much older than Alan, 24 I was told later, OK same age as Alan. With wavy fair hair that is well looked after, one could tell. He's slim and stands roughly to 5'8". Didn't get much time to talk with him as he was about to leave for work. But had just waited to say, Hello! And see what I was like, if I was what he had been told about me. When he left, Alan said, he'd noticed the way I was looking at David. Now! Just keep your filthy hands off, he's my lover, if I catch you trying anything, you will be punished severely. I knew what he meant, as he'd used the strap on me many time back home. It didn't take long before I was kneeling before him again promised I wouldn't touch David or do anything to upset him. I was feeling more like going to bed for a good sleep after the long flight. But I knew that in the future there will be times when Alan will want to punish me, for whatever. As he enjoys dominating and giving me a good strapping. I know most of the time I did deserve what I got for being disobedient. But that's another story. I got myself ready for bed, just couldn't wait to get into it, my entire body was drained of any emerge from that long flight. Alan came in to say goodbye. "I'm of to work now. We'll be home around 5.30pm." I was informed. Then, before he left the room, he just pulled back the Duvet. "Just wanted to see what you had on," he said. No, I hadn't unpacked my bag, so was just wearing my panties. "I think you should put something else on as it is winter and you don't want to get cold, do you." "No," I said getting out of bed. I know he was just wanting to see what I would be wearing. I didn't disappoint him either as I took out a lovely Ivory coloured satin nighty to wear. "That's better," he said, as I got back into bed. He bent over and gave me a nice kiss on the cheek. "See you tonight, girl." I smiled at him as he closed the door behind him. I love the way he calls me `Girl'. Wonder if he will in front of David, I was thinking as i lay drifting off to sleep. The next few days I just spent time looking around London. What a wonderful place it is. Apart from all the history in that City, the places I visited that were right up my alley. I must get work now so I can afford to spend more time at these wonderful places. Finished up getting part time work from an agency. This didn't bring in as much money as I had hoped, to pay board and do some living. Well, Alan and David decided to help me out till I got a full time job. The deal was, seen as I'm doing just part time work and to cover my part of the rent. I would have to do ALL the house work, shopping for the food, do ALL of their washing and ironing. "In other words, you're to be our `Obedient' live in houseboy." Alan informed me. As David said, by the time they get home after work they don't always have the time to do what has to be done. Plus they like to go out some nights. Then he added, "It will give you more time to be in your dresses, won't it!." I felt my face going red with embarrassment, I don't know why as he has seen me in a dress plus a nighty. Alan had also shown him photos of me dressed up at home. Anyway, this deal I agreed to as I am quite happy doing house work etc. being a domestic. I sensed it would possible of been Alan's idea, because it would give him that complete control over me again, the control he enjoyed to have. Yes and the control I also enjoyed him having over me. Which it did, it wasn't long either before David was also inserting his authority over me. Yes, I did enjoy being the obedient servant to them both. Taken to a party. It was three weeks later that David received an invitation to a birthday party. For himself and Alan. I was quite happy not to go, as I said there are other places I can go to. Anyway David insisted on ringing his friend to ask if it would be alright to take me along. It was. So the third Saturday in March of we all went to this party down at Chertsey. No I didn't wear female clothes just my pretty panties, as I don't have any male underpants. It was just after 8pm. When we arrived at this lovely home just off the main road in Chertsey. It was large, two stories seemed to have rooms everywhere you looked. The lounge was also large with beautiful furniture. The thick carpet you simply sunk into. One could tell these people had what I'll never have. As everyone started to arrive, you could tell it was a mainly Gay party. Very few male/female couples. Chris, whose birthday it was went to a Public School with David. So I can see why the house is so elegant. He also speaks beautiful English like David does. Posh if you know what I mean. I also see why I had to wear my suite and tie, why David insisted on cutting off a little of my hair. It's now just above my shoulders, at least it's still wavy. Said it was getting to long, even for a girl and you're not wearing a ribbon in it!. As everyone was dresses up, but not quite to the formal attires. There was a good thirty or so people there and were all very nice and friendly to talk with. It was while I was talking to another chap with Alan, that David came over. Took my arm and excused us from Alan and his friend. He proceeded to tell me there is someone, I would love to meet. As I was being lead of to another room. I was informed this chap I'm about to meet is very much like myself. "How do mean?," as I just stopped waiting for an answer. "He is very feminine and some reckon he also wears woman's clothes, just like you do. I would be surprised if he hasn't got pretty underwear on now, also like you." was that a pathetic reply. Well, before I could say anything, there I was being introduced to Jonathan. A shy young chap [but as I was to find out he's just a few months younger that myself]. Stands about the same height as, that is 5' 5", with a nice slim, cuddly body. He has beautiful dark auburn shoulder length hair. He's just an ordinary looking chap with nice soft skin. There was also a nice soft perfume smell about him. As we shook hands, it was a firm very friendly handshake I received. David started the tete-a-tete between us, then slowly withdrew leaving me alone with Jonathan. We seemed to just talk about nothing of any interest, that I don't even know if either of us knew what we were talking about. But it didn't take long before the conversation became more intermit. I also became more interested in Jonathan as we seemed to have the same interests in many things, and yes he is a cross dresser like myself. Even more so, he would love to go on hormone treatment to have his very own breasts. But he just uses a hormone cream on his breasts and suction pumps, wouldn't want to go any further. I love my cock also, I was told. Must admit that is a lot further than I'd ever thought about going. Time just seemed to go so quickly, that it was about 11pm. And the woman he came with was wanting to go. Seems she is the housekeeper so was invited. She's also a neighbour of Jonathan's, so brought him along for company seen as he's also gay, and as I was to find out quite lonely. So that is how he managed to be at the party. Before he left, I told him I would love to meet with him again, so was given his phone number. As he left I gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying I'll ring you. "Is that the best you can do?" Jonathan said, taking my face between his hands, then proceeded to give me a beautiful kiss on the lips. It was so soft, warm and loving that it caused stirring in my panties. "I promise I'll ring you, I can't wait to see you again," I told him, holding his hand as he left. My visit to Jonathan. I woke on the Sunday morning, would be about 8am. All I could think of was Jonathan. I had to take control of myself, I wanted to ring him then. No, he might still be asleep or if it's this early he could think I'm a bit pushy. I'll wait awhile...... . No damn it! I'll ring now. I hope Alan and David are awake, as I knocked on there door to ask permission to use the phone. Yes they were, as I was invited in. Then had to tell who I wanted to ring and why. I knew they were just wanting to find out all about last night with Jonathan. I didn't disappoint, as I said how I liked him a lot and am sure he likes me. With that David asked if we are lesbians, making me stand in front of him to check what I was. Causing my face to go the deepest shade of purple as I stood while he felt between my legs. Embarrassing me even further as he lifted up my nighty, putting on display on throbbing erect penis. I stood there as Alan also wanting to feel it, knowing how it was affecting to me. I could only close my eyes and wait. Alan's hand slid slowly off my ridge cock, then I got permission to ring Jonathan. Quickly saying thank you, I turned to leave their bedroom. Only to be called back by Alan and asked "what do I say?" I didn't quite know what he meant by that, as I looked at him. "Don't you think you should say Thank you Sirs' for letting me use your phone." he said waiting my answer. I knew to say it, or lose permission to ring Jonathan right now. So lowering my head as I said, "Thank you Sirs' for letting me use the phone." "Who do you want to ring?" David asked, I knew this was just to prolong my agony. "I wish to ring Jonathan, please Sirs." "Yes OK. of you go," David said, they both started laughing as I waked quickly out of their room. In the dinning room I sat, nervously picked up the phone and rang. In no time Jonathan's sweet voice spoke, sending a thrill through my body. He was up, just having breakfast. "I've just been lying in bed couldn't sleep thinking about you, so I had to call," I told him. "That's very nice, I was wondering if I would hear from you. As so many have said that to me and I've never heard from them again". He said in a happy sounding voice. "I was wondering....... Is there any chance of me coming down to see you today," I asked, fingers crossed, hoping he would say Yes! "Yes, I would really like that, when do you think you could get here. Or would you like me to come and pick you up". He asked. I decided to go by bus as it would help me to find my own way around the place. He told me where to get off the bus at Kingston and he'd be there waiting. There would be a bus going through Tooting High St about 11am. "Wonderful, I see you soon," I said, hopefully sounding as happy as I was feeling about seeing this cute cross dressing boy. Right, get myself ready and away I'll be, to see my darling Jonathan. A quick breakfast, shower, dressed and said goodbye to Alan and David. I was waiting just a few minutes before till the bus pulled in to take me South. There he was waiting as the bus pulled in about 11:30. Looking handsomely stunning in a Teal and white stripped shirt, a white satin cravat, Tan coloured trousers and a navy jacket with a white satin handkerchief in the top pocket. I noticed how he smelt more fem than he did last night. It was a beautiful soft perfume that radiated from his gorgeous body this morning. Oh God! How I wanted to just wrap my arms around him there and then. To kiss him, to inhale the lovely aroma his warm body offered. We were no sooner in his flat till we were in each others arms, little kisses became deeper, hotter. Our tongues began wrestling in each-others warm wet mouths, as we were fighting for air at the same time. The warmth of our bodies together, gave the perfume Jonathan was wearing greater intoxicating powers. I just wanted to kiss him all over, to lick every part of his gorgeous body, to tell him how lucky I am to be with him. I felt just so great, like I was on another planet. Were there is only feminine sissy angels floating in the clouds, keeping a watching eye over their feminine friends, Jonathan and myself. I know Jonathan was feeling much the same, by what he was saying. After a while we stopped our kissing, caressing frantically to get our breath back. I was shown through his flat. You could tell it was a feminine persons place the way things were set out. Oh how I wished I could do Alan and David's like it, no way, I know, but I thought that. Then upstairs to the bedrooms, well one main one anyway, with a nice double bed , you could see a pink satin pillowcases under three beautifully dressed up dolls and a couple of cuddly teddies. One wearing little white satin romper pants and lovely pale blue satin shirts, under the buttoned up collar a big silver satin bow. While the other wore a green satin Peter Pan outfit. The dolls and teddies seemed right at home sitting comfortable on Jonathan's bed. Looking around the bedroom, it was a bedroom any girl would be proud to have. Above the head of the bed sat a small half round canopy, hanging from it a pretty peach coloured satin drape. The side drapes pulled in to be held back with maroon drape-stays. On one wall hung a large painting of a Ballet Dancer, which stood out for all to see, as the other walls stood bare. I just took hold of Jonathan's hand, as I was feeling so horny, but didn't want to do anything so soon. He noticed the condition I was in, then said lets have a coffee before I show you the rest. "Could I hold one of your dolls, Please," I asked shyly, looking pleadingly to him. "Yes sure you can," wrapping his arm around me, at the same time a little kiss on my forehead. In no time I had a doll sitting lovingly in my arms. Giving her sweet little kisses and cuddle, as I stroked over her long wavy golden hair. "Her name is Wendy," Jonathan informed me. "You'll get to know the other later," he said pulling me into a lovely hug. As we were walking to the stairs, I noticed the other bedroom seems to look like a sewing room. The whole time having coffee I kept Wendy sitting in my left arm, just like you would a baby. We talked about last night and seems we were both so happy to meet each-other. Then to find we are both sissies. Jonathan said he hoped all night that I would ring, but still had his many disappointing let downs fresh in his mind. Then to hear my voice on the phone, he said even a tear came to his eyes. God! It made me feel so pleased to hear him say that. I just got up from my seat, put Wendy safely down, then went to give Jonathan a sweet kiss, saying "You are so beautiful." Then sat on the arm of his armchair holding his hand, not a word needed to be said by either of us. Once we finished our coffees which had cooled off considerably by now, no!! gone cold, to be honest. Jonathan looked into my eyes, asking....... "Would you like to help me change into something more comfortable." he asked in a rather seductive voice. There was that cute smile across his face again. The one I saw a lot last night. How could I resist, holding his hand tightly, smiling back at him. "Oh yes please! I would love to help," I said with much eagerness in my tone of voice. Back in the bedroom. I had him sit on the bed, as I knelt to remove his shoes. I couldn't help myself from getting down and kissing his beautiful stocking covered feet. Without a word I stood, we looking straight into each others eyes. Jonathan had such a sweet smile on his face, as I undid the belt of his trousers, the top catch. Then slowly lowered the zip to let the trousers fall around his ankles. I didn't look below his waist, I knew I would of lost control of myself and that I didn't want to do. I knelt again to remove the trousers from around his ankles, straightening then out before laying them over the bed. As I was doing this Jonathan started to undo his shirt buttons. Quickly I informed him, his undressing is my job, so hands down. He obeyed with a smile. I also noticed his lovely brown eyes water over. I took him into my arms asking, what was troubling him. Holding him close in one arm, the other stroking gently over his silken head of hair. After a deep breath he said. "This is the first time anyone has shown any affection to me in a loving sort of way." His head remained nestled on my shoulder, as I continued lightly stroking over his hair. Lifting his head up looking at me, I could tell he was overcome with joy of being `loved' by another male. Not just being used as a sex object. I took my handkerchief out to pat over those moist looking brown eyes. "Thank you so much for being here." he again said in a very quiet voice. I could do or say nothing, but kiss his warm tenter lips again. "Now stand still or I'll never get done,"I demanded smiling at him, to get a lovely one returned. Releasing his cufflinks, the shirt buttons were the next to be undone. Before I gently took it over his fine slim shoulders, to let the sleeves cascade teasingly down each arm. Again it was at my lips as I kissed it, because it had been on Jonathan's beautiful body and smelt divine. I put it on a hanger then in with all his other shirts. The whole time there was not a word spoken between us. Until I emptied his trouser pocket before hanging them up, I noticed his handkerchief and a lovely bright yellow to orange rosebud embroidered in one corner. "This is lovely," I told him as I admired the work. "Thank you, my Mother taught needle work when I was young. So I have rosebuds and pansies on a few handkerchiefs and other things also." I was told. I came close, resting my arms over his shoulders, my fingers caressing through his long soft silken auburn hair that cascaded down around his shoulder blades. My lips touched Jonathans, as I told him "you are so sweet." Once I removed the cravat from around his neck, I put it also to my lips, then lay it on the bed. Standing now before me is this gorgeous boy dressed only in beautiful female underwear, over a slim hairless body, from the neck down. A soft pink satin camisole with lace trimmings covered his white lace bra. His knickers matched the camisole. He lowered them to show me a lovely lavender satin ribbon tied in a big bow around the base of his penis. Or should I say, his *Sissy clit* as Jonathan calls it. His stocking held up by a white satin suspender belt. Over the top of his left stocking was a wide pale pink satin garter encircled in white lace, threaded with a darker pink satin ribbon, tied in a lovely bow the two ends hanging a good four inches down the leg. I stood back holding his hands just to admire. After Jonathan put a cream silk robe on, tying it loosely at the waist. Looking at me, with his hands out towards me. "OK my girl, it's your turn now," he said while pulling me towards him again. I was pleased I had worn my prettiest underwear, as I stood letting Jonathan disrobe me. Till I was now standing proudly just in my Ice green coloured satin camisole and matching panties, charcoal stay up stockings and a soft white satin unfilled bra. Again we embraced just as a couple of girls exploring each others feminine bodies. "Before we go any further we must do something about our fem breasts," as Jonathans hand went over my flat chest. Next thing, I was having my bra cups endowed with a pair of Jonathans silicone breast pads. The feel of them was absolutely sensational, the next best thing to having my own real breast. They just seemed to cling to my chest, I felt they were part of my own body, lovely petite breasts. I seemed to have feeling through them as they warmed to my body temperature. They also moved and jiggled about just like the real thing. [I think] To feel them was just so sexually exciting. Jonathan used his spare set of foam rubber breast pads. I'm so pleased he let me wear them, I must now get a set of my own. I watched while Jonathan sorted through his drawers of pretty underwear. Then changed the camisole for a knee-length pale yellow satin petticoat. Edged with a good two inches of fine lace, a narrower lace of the same design edged the bodice. Looking at and thinking how pretty it was, before another knee length pale blue satin petticoat with lace across the bodice and around the hem was displayed before he. I was told to remove my camisole and put this petticoat on. I do as I'm told, before anything else. As it slithered gently down over my body, exciting every nerve it touched on the way. Everything that's happening to me, knowing Jonathan it helping is making me feel more and more feminine. Yes I'm feeling more female than ever before, as my fingertips touch tenderly over one beautiful, delicate, pale blue satin petticoat. This is like being in girly heaven. Only coming back to earth, as Jonathan announcers. It's now make up time. "Have you done much make up," I was asked. "Well sort of, but I'm not really that good at it," I said, hoping to have my face done for me. "When I've finished, I'll do yours for you." That's what I was wanting to hear. In the mean time I sat on the bed cuddling and talking to Wendy, watching the make up being applied expertly to Jonathans face. Once finished, he looked absolutely stunning, you would never believe it is a boys face. Then it was my turn to be made up. If only I could do such a great job of it myself. It didn't look like me facing the mirror now, I really look beautiful, as did Jonathan. A dap of his lovely perfume on either side of my neck, then on the underside of each wrist. I now felt and smelt so delightfully feminine, as I watched Jonathan dap a little more behind his ears. I was now helped into a most beautiful Jade colour taffeta dress with short puff sleeves, a V line neck and a full skirt that came just above the knee. Jonathan did up the couple of buttons at the back before tying the wide sash in a big bow behind me. After I stopped caressing my hands all over this lovely dress. It was my turn to help Jonathan into his long puffed sleeved satin Peach coloured blouses. It buttoned up the front with small blueish pearl buttons. The collar tied in a lovely big bow at the neck. A Navy Blue knee length pleated skirt finished off this pretty girl before me. After brushing out each others hair, we just stood to admire each other, now as pretty feminine girls. I was offered a pair of two inch heels to wear, unfortunately my feet were a little to big. So had to make do with slip-on muffs. At least I didn't have to wear mens shoes or slippers. After another look in the mirror, I went into Jonathans arms saying, "Jonathan I feel so Wonderfully feminine to be in these lovely clothes, and with someone so pretty as you." At the same time softly in my ear I heard, "My name is Jennifer what's yours my dear?" I stood back a little, taking my skirt about half way down between my forefingers and thumbs. The other fingers pointing daintily outwards, I lowered my head, raising the skirt as I curtsied. Then saying as femininity as possible, "My name is Michelle." As I stood, Jennifer's hands were waiting to take hold of mine, I didn't disappoint. Our hands clasped warmly together keeping us close. They were like magnets, the strongest magnets ever made, as they held us firmly together as one. Looking lovingly into each-others eyes, silently being hypnotised into the others desires. Our lips met softly, tenderly, we shared another loving kiss. I know I was becoming quite attracted to this person, I'm sure it isn't a one way attraction. Resting our heads on the others shoulder, the silence was broken as Jennifer said "Isn't it lovely been together this way as two girls?" "Jennifer you have no idea just how happy you are making me," I turned to offer her another sweet kiss, which she was happy to receive. "I want today to last a lot longer and not do anything to soon," Jennifer said, then asked if it would be a good idea to have some lunch now. That way we can then spend the rest of the afternoon. Well you know what. I agreed it would be a great idea. Well for two main reasons, it will give me time just to get around as Michelle being this sissy girl I love to be. The other is I didn't have much for breakfast this morning. All I wanted was to be with my now, Jennifer. It was so nice getting lunch together, wearing a nice white cotton pinafore with a wide ruffled neck band. It also had some of Jennifer's needle work on the left side of the bib. Yes a little bird with Sissy written boldly underneath. Jennifer's was much the same, only "I'm a girl" replaced by "Sissy' Acting very girly in everything we did, yes lots of giggles between us the whole time. It's also the first time I've been with another `Girl' like this. So being able to open up and be the Girl I know is in me trying to get out. Jennifer was such a great help in bringing that girl out of me. At no time did I get a little embarrassed in what I said or did. Even to having Wendy sitting beside me at the table. It wasn't long till we once again upstairs touching up our make up. Putting a little more colour and gloss to our lips. Apart from perfume, doesn't make up make you smell just so femininity sexy, so desirable, so wantoned. After lightly brushing each-others hair, touching each-others dress, for no real reason. We just stool without a word, hand in hand, looking into the others eyes with great desire, knowing how much we craved to have each-other. Our bodies quickly met. We kissed so passionately, knowing how much we each loved being together in such a way. As a couple of sexy girls, our breasts rubbed together. Our hands wandered, touching this place and that with great urgency. Our little boys things below were having there time, able to know they could touch another little boy, [or should I now say, pulsating big boys now] but as yet haven't met. At the same time a fight took place between our lips, in the others mouth. As our tongues wrestled to savour the others warm inviting mouth. The trill of the taste, the tasting of the others sweet lipstick an extra bonis. Next thing there we were lying on the bed with the dolls and teddies, our bodies entwined, our hand feverishly searching, caressing each-others body. Hardly a word was spoken as we just became so engrossed in our girly togetherness. Feeling our little boys fighting against the soft satin that was holding them encased, keeping them safe for now. I know mine started to feel a little wet under there, but I knew it would wait. As we stopped for air, seeing the state of our dresses. Jennifer decided it best to remove our dresses before we go any further. Didn't want to get anything on them that could be hart to remove later. Standing I undid Jennifer's skirt, letting it fall to the floor. As I knelt to pick it up, that gave me the chance to again kiss her feet after removing her shoes. Once I stood with skirt in hand, placing it over the side chair. Jennifer's hands slowly, seductively caressed over my breast. Turning me around, undoing the couple of buttons. Then I noticed the slight pulling apart of the sash bow. After a soft kiss between my shoulder blades, I got turned back to face my darling. Lifting the dress off my shoulders, guiding it down, over my hot sensitive silicon breast. Letting my arms hang loose, Jennifer then let it fall free. I felt so sexual, so wantoned as it cascaded gently towards the floor. The excitement I got as it touched teasingly over my arms, then over my stocking clad legs. Sending further erotic tension to the little boy throbbing between my panty covered thighs. Without stepping from the dress now lying prostrate around my ankles. I let my fingertips slowly and lovingly wander up over Jennifer's deliciously beautiful soft satin blouse. As I did so, her breathing became deeper, stronger, expelling that odour of high sexual excitement. I noticed her eyes close as I took hold of either end of the bow, deliberately, slowly pulling it apart. Undoing the sleeve buttons before starting at the lower button working my way upwards one at a time again at a deliberately slow pace. It is amazing how long it can take to release seven button. Finally the last one at the collar was freed, Jennifer's eyes opened once again, smiling in anticipation. I couldn't hold of any longer for her and my sake. So removed the blouse from her shoulders letting it slowly slither down her slender arms. Hopefully giving Jennifer the same erotic sensation as I was given. Stepping free of the dress and blouse at our feet. One quick little kiss before wrapping our arms around each-other. Gently caressing over the lovely satin petticoats, hands massaging eagerly over our bra covered breasts. Down caressing at the others panty clad butt. Pulling ourselves closer, feeling the heat being radiated from the weeping twitching poles still hidden in our panties. Standing so close, our mouths, hands, every part of us fighting to touch the other in our height of sexual passion. We lost our balance, falling back to the bed. Lying now just in our pretty lingerie, it was also easier to feel the sensual caressing of each others warm supportive hands. Eager to touch Jennifer's `sissy clit' I asked her if I could release the pretty bow she had tied at its base. Only to be informed, she had taken it off earlier when she went to the toilet. I had to protest saying "It's my duty dress and undress you." then quickly kissed her before she had a chance to think of a reply. We lay there face to face, our hands stroking lovingly over each-others hair, face, neck. Somehow we had each others middle finger sliding in and out of our mouths. It felt so nice just knowing we were both enjoying the same, sucking the finger this way was such an erotic sensation. Jennifer's hand started to work it way down, over my petit new [OK borrowed] wobbling boobs. Finishing just under my navel, her fingertips flitting nervously across the top of my panties. Touching at the top of my pulsating grand head. Resting her head close, whispering in my ear, "Can I lift your pretty petticoat." "My body is yours my darling, to do whatever you wish with." my whole body was so aroused, I could hardly get the words out audible. So I went to help Jennifer's hand go lower, but I was to late. The hand was now under my petticoat, resting comfortable over the panties, fingers either side my throbbing instrument. "I'm still a virgin, Please don't try to make me take it." Jennifer whispered. "No, you don't have to" I told her, "I'm quite happy just playing about like the girls that we are." Then I asked, "Could I kiss and lick all over your sissy clit?" "Yes, I'll do anything else and I'd like to suck yours also. But, I want to stay a virgin till I'm 21." We slowly removed each-others panties, touching the penis that came into view. Next thing there we were in a 69 precision. Frantically licking, kissing all along the length, making sure to savour the pre cum seeping freely from both our piss slits. Jennifer has a beautiful sissy clit, a nice length and a lovely loose foreskin. I could feel Jennifer enjoying her time down licking, sucking, eating at my clit. We both were getting closer to that point. Then it happened, like we set each-other off at once. Both crying out in unison, our whole bodies jerking wildly as our balls tightened, boiling hot sperm started its speeding journey along the narrow tube to be spewed out, like coming from a violent volcanic eruption. With hard vibrating thrusts, we volleyed our hot love juice deep into our lovers waiting vessel to be swallowed straight down. Not a drop did either of us lose or want to lose. Keeping those last discharges in our mouths, so to share, to mix together, once we came face to face again to savour and enjoy a sweet tenter loving kiss. To real Sissies sharing not only the love of being what we are, but giving the other our love juice as well. We lay there completely drained holding hands, we rested snuggled into each other. Talking sweet nothings, along with many little kisses. Our make up had by now become one smudged up mess, but nether cared. Would any woman after such a beautiful first time together, love scene. Jennifer asked if I would be able to stay the night. "Oh Yes, I would really love to. I'll just have to ring Alan to say I won't be home." That I did in case they think I've got lost, being a strange place to me. Plus I really knew I'd have to `ask' if I could stay. Only I didn't want Jennifer to know that. All was OK. But had to be home early as there was a lot for me to do. Alan said he'd have a list waiting on the table for me. Hearing him say that, reminded me of home. Where his list meant punishment if all wasn't done satisfactory. With much happiness I informed Jennifer, but had to be back in Tooting early. That was fine as Jennifer had to leave early anyway for work. I asked if I could see her again next weekend, as I really love being with her. But was told, "No that won't be possible, as I'm going to Mummy and Daddies place for the weekend ." The disappointment must of shown on my face, as I was quickly told "I'll ring you though the week and make another date. I really love being with you also Michelle." Then gave me a lovely warm kiss. While having something to eat and a cup of tea. It was wonderful to be able to look through her magazines, full of lovely female things. To talk about all these feminine things with someone who had the same sissy feelings and thoughts as myself. I was shown through her wardrobe and drawers. Oh! How my mouth watered, all these beautiful, soft, silken, feminine clothes she has. I was looking, seemed to want to touch everything. Watching the way I handled each item, knowing what I must of been thinking. Jennifer said "You don't have to just look and touch the way you are. Take them out and hold them up to yourself in front of the mirror." I didn't have to be told again, next thing there I was holding beautiful dresses, skirts, blouses, nighties against my body. Yes, looking and feeling so feminine, so very, very feminine as I looked in the full length mirror standing before me. Jennifer also standing with a wide smile on her face. I knew she was so pleased that I loved every item I saw. It was the same with her draws, I as allowed to go through them all. The top draw held lovely soft silk and satin scarfs, large head scarfs, small neck squares, plus long narrow ones also. Then there were silk pocket squares, sitting next to them her normal white handkerchiefs. I couldn't help but take them out to study her embroider work, there were about six that I saw with flower buds or little birds on. I just had to say again, how lovely they are holding them. Yes my lips were drawn to them, to the beauty of her delicate needlework. But didn't kiss them because of my lipstick. In showing my appreciation of them, I got a sweet kiss on the cheek, and told how kind I am. In her panty draw folded neatly, displaying more of Jennifer's handy work across the leg of many pairs. After going through her draws, seeing all those delightfully dainty under-things, able to touch them all. I told her "I wish I was small enough to so I could sleep in your lingerie drawer, everything is so beautiful." She also has a few lovely silk penis petties, with lace around the top which is threaded with long very narrow satin ribbons for tying around the base of the penis. Plus a most beautiful Ball Bag, which fits right over the penis and balls to be tied in the same way as the petty's do. Jennifer took a couple of lovely ribbons from a drawer, to tie our hairs back in big bows. We took up a doll each, then went down to the lounge to spend time just enjoying each other's company. Talked about many things. I was then told how Jennifer has so much, even these two semi-attached houses are hers and at such a young age. Seems he was the only Grandchild to one of his Grandma's that died nearly four years ago. Jonathan use to spend a lot of time there with her, most days after school. As they lived not far away and his Mum and Dad were still at work. She knew how he wanted to dress up, to wear lovely girl clothes. So she would encourage him along the way, by buying him little things. Also taught him to sew, saying all girl should be able to make some of their own clothes. That's why he has so many pretty things, such as the penis petty's, ball bags and so many other lovely things. Which he wouldn't be able to just go and buy, no shop would sell such things. Said he was 12 going on 13. when he realized that he was much happier playing with dolls. Doing all these girly things, like his needle work. Rather than playing boys games. His Mum and Dad knew how he felt, says it took his Dad a while to come to terms with it. That his Grandma was such a help in telling his father, "to except me as I am, or you will lose him forever." When she died she left just about everything to Jonathan. The two semi-attached houses were part of her estate. As he was to young to be away from his parents, or own any property. They were both rented out and he's only been living here just over a year. When his parents decided he was mature and capable enough to look after himself. He can't sell either house till he's thirty and the money from the rent is kept in trust till he's 21. I got the idea his Grandma did everything she could to support Jonathan. Knowing I guess how hard life could be for him. I was shown his most valuable possession. It was a letter his Grandma had written to him and was given to him at the reading of her Will. He's so lucky to of had a Grandma that thought so much of him. It even bought tears to my eyes, as I read it. He told me, he has never cried so much in his live, than he did when his Grandma died. He spent the last two days of her life sitting at her bedside in the Hospital. Even now he still misses her like mad. "That Grandma knew more about me than anyone, I could tell her things and she would listen. Without judging me, like so many other want to do." I could feel he was again about to break up. I put my doll down beside me, to take my Jennifer into my arms. To cuddle and comfort her, I didn't quite know what to say, if anything. So I didn't. I've never had anyone confide in me before, so felt quite honoured that Jennifer would do so. I just held her lovingly letting her cry it out, constantly stroking over her head, her back. With little soft kisses to let her know I'm here, that she's not alone. After a while I said. "You are a credit to your Grandma, I can see why she loved you so very much." As I kissed the top of my Jennifer's head. After she settled down. She just said, "I love so much wearing pretty girls clothes and Grandma knew it." little sobs and sniffles coming from her. "Yes I know, so do I my sweetheart." I told her lifting her head to look into those tear-fulled eyes, now running down her cheeks. I told her to just sit there, as I went up to her bedroom retrieved the handkerchief of the dresser. Returning I took her in my arms, lightly patting the tears away from those lovely brown eyes and her cheeks, opening out the hanky, holding it over her noise till she blow getting rid of what ran out. You know, it made me so happy just being able to do that small thing for her. Once Jennifer had settled again, still lying comfortable in my arms. She looked to me saying, "Tell me about yourself Michelle." followed by a little kiss on my chin, which was right in line to her lips. What was there really to tell about myself. I've alway known I was quite Feminine, even at college, I use to be called "Sissy, Pansy, Gayboy" if I went to talk one of the boy's. You'd hear others saying "Oh I think IT wants your cock. I'll never forget one day, being corned by about five of them. Two held my arms behind my back, one tied my feet together. While the other two fought to take down my trousers, they wanted to see if I wore girls panties. I couldn't fight back, I just had to stand there crying as they did it. When they saw I wasn't wearing girls panties, I just had my undies pulled down, before they all laughed running off. One of the teacher saw me crying trying to pull up my trousers and wanted to know why. I knew I couldn't say, as that would of meant more, if not worse tormenting for me. Needless to say, I never had any friends at school. I wished I did, it hurt a lot seeing other guys talking and being friendly together, but no one wanted to me my friend. After awhile I just didn't care and they seemed to stop calling me names, would just ignore me. At least my loneliness, as upsetting as it was, gave me more time to study. Then at the end of year I won a scholarship for Varsity. I was so pleased because I wanted to do an accountancy degree but I knew my parents couldn't afford to support me there. I use to love putting on my sisters panties and petticoats. Standing in front of the mirror admiring myself, thinking of the day I could get my very own pretty things. I wanted to join a Scottish Dance Company, just so I could wear the kilt and white blouse with lots of lace down the front and hanging a good four inches around the cuffs. I also thought I could then wear my panties under the kilt. But all those ideas came to a sudden halt. With my father being very Irish from County Cock, if anything I should join an Irish Dance group. Well No! They don't wear those ruffled blouses and there kilts aren't so much like a skirt, I thought. So that was the end of that idea. [I hope my saying this doesn't offend any Scots out there about there National Dress, I don't mean to. It's just the way I was feeling at that time, wanting to wear a dress or skirt.] I was going on 18 when I left collage. As I didn't have to take the scholarship up straight away. I found a great job where I could do Varsity part time, that way using the scholarship. That's when I met Alan at a Varsity Gay group. Shortly afterwards went flatting with him and a couple of his friend. Before I did move I told Alan about my love to dress up Etc. All he said was "Cool, we'll have a girl to do for us." hearing him say that made me relax. But wonder what this `do for us' meant. I asked Mum and Dad if it would be alright to go flatting. Well they wanted to meet Alan before giving their blessing to it. Fortunately they took to Alan straight off, saying he'll see that I do my Varsity work and not waste time. By now I had bought a few things even went to an opp shop for a lovely skirt I saw in the widow. Didn't realize till then, just how much those shops had. Hence I was a regular visitor, that one of the girls got to know me and if something came in, would hold it for me. That is when I lost all the self-consciousness about going shopping for Michelle. As much as I missed being at home with Mum, Dad and my sister. It was so good being out on my own, away from their control after all these 18 years. My room was a lot smaller than at home, but I enjoyed that, I could take out my lingerie, put on my skirt and blouse or a dress. Without Mum and Dad knowing, not have to think about them coming in to my room to see me in a nighty. Finishing up crying again, as I was made take it off, never to see it again. It was great. Alan use to dominate me, well he still does. He kept a check on my Varsity work as he told my parents he would. If I didn't do as I was told, I would be given a strapping. On a few occasions, he would make sure I was dressed up when he's had a friend come to visit. Then I would have to do what ever his friend wanted in front Alan. No there was never anything forced on me, I did it cause I liked doing it and for Alan as he really made me stay focussed and not stuff about. It was always safe sex, Alan made sure of that. Then last year when I was twenty an insurance policy that Mum `n' Dad took out for me as a baby, came due. So that is how I'm over here for a 12 month working holiday. Then, I'm back home to finish Varsity. With hopes of being an Accountant, `One day.' Jonathan was quite interested to find out, about letting Alan control me like he did. I told him how after my parents met him, before I went flatting with him. They asked Alan to keep his eye on me, as I can get lazy. So from then on he acted more like a father figure to me. Knowing how submissive I was, still am, so appreciated Alan telling me what to do, when to do it. I knew I'd be strapped if I disobeyed. Knowing at time I was going to be punished for something I had done, when he got home. I would get quite excited just waiting for the time I was told, to get in face down over the bed and to have my backside exposed for him. Yes! It did hurt, he had me crying many times, but I needed it and enjoyed it. It didn't bother our flatmates either about having Alan punish me or my dressing up. Most of the time I'd be punished when they were out anyway. Somehow the thought of them knowing I had to obey Alan, plus being strapped by him seemed to add to the humiliation of what I was or still am. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 2 very soon.