It was a couple months before I turned thirteen that Paul first put me down on his cock. Paul was four years older than me and was quite the athlete. By this I mean he was a hunk. There had to be several girls at his school who would haveContinue Reading
When I was nine years old and going through my girly ‘phase’ Mom heard of a service in Seattle that specialized in doing makeovers for crossdressing men. She contacted them about doing such for me and they were reluctant. They even made a point of mentioning that they had noContinue Reading
As will become apparent in future posts, I was twelve years old when I finally decided I enjoyed crossdressing. And by this I mean I no longer saw it as a game or as fantasy roleplaying or as a costume. I had been crossdressing for the better part of aContinue Reading
Throughout most of my childhood I was curious about how different my life might have been if I had been born a girl. I had learned at a very young age that Mom really wanted me to be a girl. Dad also wanted me to be a girl but IContinue Reading
There were days when I arrived home from school knowing Daddy and I would have the house to ourselves for an hour or so or sometimes longer. I would usually on these occasions immediately change and do my makeup and then send a photo to Daddy. Because of Mom, hisContinue Reading