Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2010 02:37:53 -0700 From: The Crow Subject: Young Experiments This is a work of fiction, meaning it was made up. It is not reality. If you like it, if you hate it, if you think I'm the worst person in the world, send me an e-mail at bard.crow@gmail.com. I eagerly await your response/abuse. Also if you wish to host this story on your website, I would request that also send me an email of the name of your site. Plagarism is bad, so remember to leave and give credit, not only to me, but every writer who puts out their work (no matter how bad). bard.crow@gmail.com ===================================================================== I always had wished I was girl; as long as I can remember. I would fantasize every night about being a girl, I'd come up with elaborate fairy tales in my head about finding a magic pond or a spring that \would turn me into a woman and make my penis disappear and leave behind that smooth spot I was so fascinated with. This fantasies would happen every night for years and years, fueling my hatred for my own body as I grew older and more sexually aware. I was obsessed with the female body. I still dream for the chance of living my life again in the body I felt I deserve. I'd be cute and nerdy, not smoking hot, but pretty. Like Velma from Scooby Doo. Well I thought she was pretty at least when I was young. Naturally, women's clothes also captivated me since I was little. They looked so soft and pretty compared to my boy clothes. The one piece of clothing that was the most beautiful and alluring was the one piece swimsuit. To me at was like seeing a woman nude. I had prayed every night to be a girl so I could wear dresses and skirts and swim suits. God never answered them. I remember vividly watching Christmas Vacation, the pool scene where the bombshell strips off her suit. Somehow that scene stuck me with the image that ultimate female beauty is in a one piece swimsuit. The one piece would also be my first chance to cross dress. A family friend had left their daughter's racing suit behind one day. I stole it for myself. I remember it well. I was so scared some one would catch me with it I'd fake sick to be home alone. The first day I managed to fake home I kept it waded up and in my pants, too scared to even take it out. It felt smooth against my tiny cock. This was before I discovered masturbation. It just tickled the head of my dick.about ten or so. I grabbed our copy of Christmas Vacation and watched that scene even though it was almost June. I watched it over and over for hours, until my mother came home. It wasn't until Summer vacation when I worked up the nerve to put it on. I kept it hidden in the false bottom of a trunk that belonged to my uncle when he was my age. I guess it served him well too. Home alone on a mid June day I pulled out the swimsuit and closed the curtains. A faint glow poured through a crack in the curtains. In the bright darkness I held up the swimsuit in front of me and studied it. It was a star spangled racing suit for a girl roughly my age and size. As I held it up I could see that it was a bit wrinkly from being crammed into places, but it felt smooth and soft, compared to my swim trunks. I looked at the inside and found the built in bra. The girl who it belonged to was a really early bloomer, when she was only nine, she already had small breast and perky nipples. Turning it inside and out a few times, I then held it to my body and studied it against the mirror in my room. I began to strip off my clothes. My heart began to race. Watching in the mirror, I held the suit forwards and stepped in. I took a few minutes for my cock to settle down before I pulled it up, but only to my knees. Eventually I worked the nerve to finish the job. Snapping the straps on my shoulders and tugging the bottom to adjust for my throbbing cock. I was disappointed to see a dark, curly haired ten year old wearing a girl's suit in the mirror looking back. Despite, I spent the entire day in the suit. I filled up a couple of water balloons and stuck them in my chest. They jiggled and quivered as I moved and I could feel their weight sway. When I dressed up in my normal clothes, my breasts stretched the chest of my shirt. I looked down and played with my breasts. Eventually five rolled around and I knew my mother was going to be home soon. I popped the balloons and hid my suit. A few days later I would confide in my friend who also secretly dressed up in his sister's clothes. He came over one day and showed me his loot. Not only did he have a suit, he had a training bra, a couple pairs of panties and a pink sundress that didn't fit him, but did me. He was a few years older than me, at the age of 13, but we got along. Together we dressed up, I in my suit with the water balloons in my new sundress and he in panties and training bra. Together we played videogames and called each other by our girl names we made up. Eventually we hit a game over, he got up and sat on my bed. He pulled his panties aside and masturbated as I watched. his erection was much bigger than mine, by nearly an inch and a half. I watched as he grasped his shaft between his thumb and index finger and tugged. His head was Bright red and swollen as it darted back and forth between his busy hands. A clear fluid leaked out at first, but after a few minutes a glob shot out and into his cupped hand. It was about pea sized and I watched him finger it for a minute and then eat it. He taught me about cum that day, he showed me pictures of men shooting loads out if their giant cocks onto the bodies of naked women. I masturbated for him too, but nothing came out. The next day we did the same thing, dressed up, played games but instead of masturbating afterwards we jerked off each other as we watched a hardcore pornographic movie he took from his parent's closet. Even as a child my friend's dick was huge for his size. My hand didn't wrap around all the way and had to use both hands during my turn. As he watched some stud ram a giant cock into some bimbo's pussy he reached an orgasm and his cum dribbled out of his cock and onto the floor. Then he'd give me mine. I sat on his lap with my legs spread as he kissed my neck. Reaching under my skirt, his hands worked their magic on my cock and balls. My orgasm caught me by surprise, it felt like nothing I ever felt before. Still nothing came out, but I was addicted. Each week we'd escalate with different clothes and bolder acts. One week in July we went swimming in my pool wearing my one piece suit. Wet, it hugged my body tight and my fake breasts swayed and bobbed as I swam. My friend swam nude with me. As a treat I tried my best to put on the strip show from the movie for him. It failed when a water balloon popped out and broke on the ground, ending my strip show as a comedy routine. Drying off, we sucked each other off. His cock tasted like chlorine, but also had a saltiness to it. Switching between kissing and sucking, I worked him into climax. My first time I nearly choked when he came. By now I eagerly swallowed it and as a reward he's blow me. We spent most of the summer as sissy gay boy lovers until mid August. My parents died in a car crash and I was sent off to New Jersey to live with my Grandmother until I was sixteen when she died of a heart attack. Instead if foster care I became an emancipated Minor and lived off of the insurance money in an apartment. I began hormone treatment shortly after and got my GED. I could never get back into touch with my friend. today I'm a part time waitress. For my 21st birthday I got myself a new pair of breasts and officially changed my name to Michelle. I still have that swimsuit in my closet. it's faded and stained with cum, but I keep it around as a momento of my first lover and the beginning of a major change in my life.