Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2022 13:40:13 +0000 (UTC) From: malibug4 Subject: Mr Napoli - 7 - Loving being a girl ------------------------------------------ Your reading this because you love nifty, help out... Please consider donating to keep it alive by donating here: https://donate.nifty.org/ ------------------------------------------ Hope you like this series on how I started, ------------------------------------------ My Mom knew of my dressing and supported me, introducing me to Mr. Napoli. I was now in high school, enjoying my freshman / sophomore years, 1985/86. I was still a boy, but more and more of a girl every day. I loved being a girl, and Mr. Napoli was fully supporting me. I've had some people email me and in a way he was grooming me, but i was a willing participant. ---------------------- I was loving being a girl, no longer did I have too hide, I could dress up in pretty clothes for Mr. Napoli and slowly he took me out. Discretely introducing me too his friends and even naming me Julie. I was taught that if you like girly things you were a sissy and Mr Napoli was teaching me this was ok, I did like girly things, I loved to wear silky panties and pantyhose, twirl around in a ruffled skirt. I wanted to wear makeup and and look pretty, with Mr. Napoli I was no longer ashamed of these feelings. My grades at school improved and I was having a great time. Daddy was teaching me to be proud, too love and embrace not just my girly side, but my sexual side, that it was ok to "want a man", that my fascination with men and how they turned me on was ok and I should enjoy it. He was my mentor and teacher, giving me guidance, stability, affection, emotional support, experience, giving and generosity, warmth, nurturing, knowledge, integrity, and love. I was happy to be his girl. Privately we loved to cuddle and kiss. Cuddling, and ESPECIALLY deep, wet, hard, long kissing, I loved how he fondled and touched me. Calling me beautiful, and kissing my forehead and not just my lips. He'd hold my hand when he took me out and call me beautiful and kiss my forehead and on the lips. Being a girl (bottom in today's terms) for a man you love is one of the most incredible experiences I ever had. I was proud to give myself to him. That first time was an act of supreme beauty. I felt like I wanted to make him happy, and he made me happy sending me into levels of ecstasy I could not experience in any other way. Definitely he knew I was a girly boi for men and used me in such a way that I was turned for ever (thank you Daddy!). I enjoyed learning fashion and style, I had a whole room of my own, girly of course, with my own wardrobe. I wasn't completely comfortable in public but Daddy took steps to slowly bring me out more and more. Working as a real estate agent, he began to bring me to work open houses. These were great events, I'd get to dress up, sometimes sexy, but usually attire that was appropriate for a teen / young woman working in an office, Knee-length simple dresses and skirts, button down blouses, pumps or lower heels, always pantyhose and makeup. These were great outings and I definitely felt special. I loved how it was a different location each weekend, pretending to be Daddy's daughter, but secretly I was so much more. The open houses became great adventures and I learned what a girl can do too help Daddy. At the open house it was always fun sitting with Daddy. Daddy encouraged me too flirt with the men, brushing up against them, light touches on my arms, others were bolder, letting a hand touch my behind, deliberately feeling my breasts or slipping a hand up my dress along my pantyhose. I glowed when they complimented how pretty I was, or what a gorgeous woman i was growing into. I continued this relationship for all through high school and moved in with Daddy once i graduated, Hope you enjoyed this story. Let me know your comments and if should continue with the sexual side of what happened at the open houses, malibug4@yahoo.com