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> Daddy Becomes Mommy (MMf, bi, transex, inc, cd)
>
> by Marci Manseau (marci_manseau@hotmail.com)
>
> ***
>
> A story about a father who's more like a mother, and his
> very close relationship with his 13 year old daughter,
> her best friend, and her best friend's father.
>
> ***
>
> Chapter One
>
> As I write this story, I'm thirteen. My name is Kristen
> and this is a story about my very unusual family. It's a
> long story with lots of twists, so please bear with me.
> And please don't forget that I'm still a kid.
>
> My mother left my father and me when I was four years
> old. Daddy says one day she just packed up some of her
> things, left me with our neighbor next door, then walked
> away and never came back; not a word or a letter from her
> after that day. Daddy thinks she had a boyfriend that she
> ran away with. As a result, Daddy has filled the role of
> both parents for me ever since then.
>
> This story is also about my best friend, Jill. She and I
> have lived next door to each other since we were born,
> just seventeen days apart. Her mother died when she was
> five, so she and I have a lot in common, like having no
> moms and all. Her dad is almost never home so she
> practically lives at our house. We're a lot like sisters,
> sharing clothes and almost always sleeping together. Her
> father doesn't know how to deal with her, so my father
> has sort of become her unofficial guardian. We both call
> her father "Dad" and my father "Daddy".
>
> My father cooks all our meals, and very often Jill's dad
> has dinner with us when he's in town, or he'll take us
> all out to eat. My Daddy takes us both shopping for all
> of our clothes, and other than one another, he's our best
> friend. He's even taught us how to cook and sew, how to
> do laundry and he's had detailed discussions with us
> about boys and how to deal with them when we begin
> dating, which is less than a year away.
>
> Both our fathers have decided that we have to wait until
> we're fourteen to date and that's ok with Jill and me
> because we both think boys our age are dumb. We're like
> so much more mature than they are. All they do is make
> jokes about our breasts and try and look up under our
> skirts.
>
> Daddy gave us baths in the same tub until we were about
> eight, held us when we were sick, and took us to the
> doctor for all our shots. He even helped both Jill and me
> buy our first training bras when we were eleven, and then
> calmed us both down when we got our periods not too long
> ago. He did a lot of research about puberty on the web,
> so he knew how to talk to us when our periods began. He
> took us to buy our first sanitary napkins and to our
> first visit with a gynecologist. He's like both father
> and mother to both of us. It's so cool.
>
> Jill's dad was very grateful for all my father did for
> Jill as it relieved him of the task of talking to her
> about embarrassing things. It also allowed him to travel
> most of the time without worrying about her.
>
> -------------- * * * * * -------------
>
> Daddy knew that Jill and I had begun doing some sexual
> experimentation, kissing and touching one another in bed
> at night. It had all begun with us trying to learn how to
> act when we began dating boys, but we'd quickly
> discovered that we really liked kissing and touching each
> other, and so far that's all we'd done. One morning Daddy
> found Jill and me in my bed totally naked and we were
> kissing deeply.
>
> Thankfully, he didn't make a big deal about it, but
> instead he'd had a long talk with us about sex. Jill and
> I decided then that we were probably bisexual, and Daddy
> said that he was too, although he hadn't made love with
> another man since he'd met my mother; he was eighteen
> then. That was almost fifteen years ago. Both Jill and I
> thought it was so cool that he'd tell us that he was
> bisexual too.
>
> One night about eight months ago just before bed time, I
> was looking through my underwear drawer for my favorite
> new pink panties as I wanted to wear them the next day,
> and after looking everywhere, even in the laundry, I put
> on my robe over my white undies, then when I saw my
> father walking down the hall past my bedroom door, I
> asked if he knew where my pink panties were.
>
> For some reason when I asked him about them, his face got
> very red and he got real nervous, which is something he
> almost never does. "I don't have any idea where they
> are!" he told me. "Why are you asking me about them? It's
> your job to keep track of your own things."
>
> His tone was very harsh, and I began to cry. "I looked
> every where, Daddy," I told him. "You know which ones
> they are. We just bought them last week when we went
> shopping for school clothes. Even you told me that you
> thought they were very pretty because of all the lace."
>
> "Of course I remember them. You and Jill both bought the
> same pink bra and panty set, as I recall. Are you sure
> she didn't take yours with her by mistake?" That day was
> one of the few days that Jill wasn't staying with us. She
> was visiting her grandmother for the weekend. Her taking
> them by mistake was very possible as she and I were
> always wearing each other's clothes, but not this time.
> "No, she's a size bigger then me, Daddy. She's even
> bigger than you are, remember?"
>
> My father was small and slender, just like me. I think
> he's the smallest man I know. We're both are five-feet
> two and weigh about one hundred pounds. Jill is five feet
> four and Jill's dad is well over six feet tall and very
> muscular. We both think he's very handsome too.
>
> "I know she is," he barked back at me. "I can't help
> being small, and I don't need you to remind me about it.
> I've been teased about it all my life, Kristen."
>
> "Why are you being so mean to me?" I asked between sobs.
> "All I wanted to do was to find my new panties. It's not
> like I'm accusing you of stealing them!"
>
> Right then his face went from red to pure white and he
> seemed unable to speak. "Why. I never. That's. What would
> I do with your pink panties?" he finally managed to ask
> me.
>
> I could tell then he was hiding something from me. He and
> I are so close that neither of us is able to lie without
> the other knowing it. "Look, I don't care what you've
> done with them," I began, and I was sort of mad at him
> then. "I just want to know where they are. Please give
> them to me now if you have them. I can tell you have
> them, so don't tell me you don't."
>
> He was more nervous then than I've ever seen him. "I. I.
> I can't give them to you now. Please don't keep asking
> about them. I don't want you to think I'm weird."
>
> "I'd never think that, Daddy. Did you forget where they
> are?"
>
> "No, I know where they are. I just can't give them to you
> right now. Please just let it go. I don't want you to
> hate me."
>
> "I could never hate you," I honestly told him. "You're
> the world's best father." Just then, I had a flash of
> insight. I knew exactly where my panties were. "You're
> wearing my panties, aren't you, Daddy? You have my
> panties on under your jeans, don't you?"
>
> Once again, his face turned a bright red and he was
> unable to talk. I knew without a doubt that I was right.
>
> "I don't blame you for liking them, Daddy," I told him.
> "They're the prettiest undies I've ever seen. Both Jill
> and I knew we had to buy them the moment we saw them. But
> why are you wearing them? Do you like how they look on
> you?"
>
> He nodded his head agreeing with me. "Are you mad at me
> for taking them, Kristen? I don't know what came over me.
> I was emptying the hamper to do the laundry this morning
> when I saw them. They felt so nice that I just had to see
> what they felt like if I wore them."
>
> "I would never be mad at you, Daddy," I told him then
> gave him a hug. "If you want to, you can wear my panties
> anytime. It's not like it hurts anything. Why are you so
> embarrassed about it?"
>
> "I know it doesn't hurt anything," he replied, "but most
> people would say I was weird or gay if they knew I liked
> to wear lacy panties, and I'm not either."
>
> "You're my Daddy, and that's all I have to know," I said
> and I meant it. "If you like how you feel when you wear
> my panties, then it's cool with me."
>
> After hesitating for a few minutes, Daddy smiled at me
> and said, "Kristen, I think you're old enough to know why
> I like to wear them. It's something I've been meaning to
> talk to you about, and now that Jill's not here, this is
> the perfect time. Sit down, please." I sat on my bed,
> very anxious as I had no idea what he was going to tell
> me.
>
> After thinking for a minute or two, he began: "All of my
> life I've felt like I should have been born a woman. I've
> never felt comfortable as a man. Actually I hate being
> male most days. I know you've heard men on 'Jerry
> Springer' or some other talk show saying they were women
> trapped in a man's body. Well, that's me too, honey.
> That's exactly how I feel. I can't help it. I've tried to
> fight it all my life, and until lately I was succeeding,
> but seeing you and Jill blossom into womanhood has just
> been too much for me. When you and she wore plain cotton
> undies, I never had an urge to try them on. Now that you
> and she are both young ladies and you wear adult
> underwear, I just can't seem to resist them."
>
> "So is this the first time you've tired panties on?" I
> asked, wanting to know what was making him do this.
>
> "Oh, no," he said and blushed again. "I began trying on
> my mother's things when I was about five. I got away with
> it for a long time, but when I was around eleven, she
> caught me and I was severely punished. After that, I
> stopped doing it until I was married to your mom. Once in
> a while I'd try on her panties. She never knew about it
> though as I was always careful to wear panties she'd
> already worn so she wouldn't miss any if she looked for
> them in her lingerie drawer. Wearing panties makes me
> feel a lot more feminine, especially panties a woman has
> already worn."
>
> "Why does that make a difference, Daddy?"
>
> "I'm not sure why," he admitted.
>
> "Maybe it's because they smell like a girl after we've
> worn them," I suggested.
>
> "I guess maybe that's it, or maybe it's sort of intimate
> sharing, like when you and Jill share clothes."
>
> "Yes, we both like to share clothes," I told him, as if
> he didn't already know that. Jill and I spent hours
> trying on different outfits or looking through magazines
> at different styles. Daddy often was there with us when
> we tried on clothes and he knew enough about clothes and
> fashion to make some great suggestions now and then. Jill
> and I were both comfortable enough with him there to
> undress down to our undies in front of him. After all,
> he's been seeing us both naked since we were little kids.
>
> "Have you tried on my bras or slips? Or maybe my
> clothes?" I asked in a gentle voice, not wanting to make
> him feel bad. "It's ok with me if you have."
>
> "No, just your panties," he said, blushing again. "I've
> been able to resist the rest so far. Sometimes I picture
> myself in the different outfits we see in the stores when
> we go clothes shopping. That seems harmless enough. Ever
> since my mother caught me wearing her red silk dress and
> heels, I've been too nervous to try on other things. That
> was really a very traumatic experience. She called me a
> sissy for years after that."
>
> I began sobbing again, this time because I felt sorry for
> Daddy. I hugged Daddy close and for a few minutes we both
> cried.
>
> "That must have been awful for you," I said softly in his
> ear. "Just so you know, if there's anything I can do, I
> will, and I'll never make fun of you or call you a sissy.
> I know Jill won't either. Is it ok if I tell her?"
>
> "I guess so," Daddy said. "I know how close you two are;
> you and she have no secrets, but please try and make her
> understand that I'm not trying to be weird."
>
> "I'll make sure she's ok with it. She's real open and
> understanding, so I'm sure it will be fine. She loves you
> too, you know. You're much more a part of her life than
> her father is." He nodded as he dried his eyes on a
> tissue I'd given him. "Can I ask you another question,
> Daddy?" I began. "If it makes you nervous, I won't
> though."
>
> "It does make me a bit nervous," he admitted, "but I'd
> rather get it out in the open now so there won't be any
> misunderstanding. Ask me anything."
>
> "You said you feel like you should have been born a girl.
> Is that why you wear your hair so long?" His hair was
> naturally blonde and wavy. He'd let it grow until it was
> a few inches past his shoulders, and he wore it in a
> ponytail. As he worked at home doing data entry for a
> medical group nearby, he didn't have to worry about
> having long hair or wearing suits. He didn't make a lot
> of money, but as Jill all but lived with us most of the
> time, her father was very generous when he reimbursed
> Daddy for all her expenses.
>
> "Yes, I guess that's mostly why I let it grow long,
> although I've never liked it short because it's so wavy.
> It was either long hair or a brush cut. If I have it cut
> short like most men do, it looks totally feminine, more
> so than now even."
>
> "I guess it would," I said. I'd never thought of that. My
> hair was long too, and I often wore it in a ponytail as
> well. Jill had long hair too, a really beautiful shade of
> auburn. We often set one another's hair in the large
> rollers that were in style then.
>
> "Ok, I have just one more question, Daddy. Do you shave
> your legs and arms? I've never seen any hair on them."
>
> "No, luckily I don't have to. I'm just like you, Kristen.
> The only place I have body hair is under my arms and on
> my pubes."
>
> "Jill and I were wondering about that the other day when
> we saw you in those short white shorts you had on. You
> have really nice legs. Jill has to shave her legs now,
> but just below the knee. Sometimes when we shower
> together I even shave them for her because she tends to
> cut herself with the razor. I'm glad I don't have to
> shave mine."
>
> "I only have to shave my face once a week," he added,
> "and even then there's almost no beard there. I'm not
> much of a man."
>
> "Yes, you are. I love you, Daddy," I told him, "and that
> will never change. Jill loves you as much as I do. No one
> is more important to us than you are."
>
> "I love you both too," he told me. "You're my special
> girls. That's why it's so important to me that you and
> she understand all this. I don't want you to think of me
> as being weird or scary."
>
> "I could never think of you that way," I honestly
> replied. "And why is it weird? It's not considered weird
> when girls wear boy's things. No one makes a big deal of
> that. Besides, if it's how you like to be, then that's
> all I care about. Do you think you look scary in panties?
> That sounds silly to me." And then I giggled.
>
> "Maybe scary isn't what I was trying to say," Daddy said
> after thinking about it for a while. "Maybe I."
>
> "I know!" I interrupted. "I want to see how you look in
> them. Show me, please?"
>
> "I'd be too embarrassed," he told me. "I know you see my
> in my briefs all the time, but this is different."
>
> "Why is it different?" I responded. "I know what you look
> like in your undies and I know what panties look like, so
> it's no big deal. You see Jill and me in our panties all
> the time and we see you in your briefs. Stop being so
> shy, Daddy."
>
> "Ok, if you insist! But if you even think of laughing,
> I'm going to be so mad at you!"
>
> "I promise I won't," I said and hugged him again. "I love
> you way too much to make you feel bad, Daddy."
>
> I let him go, and he stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped
> his jeans, let them slide down his slender legs, then
> stepped out of them. As the pink panties came into view,
> all I could think of was how nice he looked in them, and
> how much he looked like a woman. But then I was sort of
> shocked because I couldn't see any sign of his male
> parts.
>
> "You really do look nice in them," I told him. "And it
> doesn't bother me at all that you like to wear my
> panties."
>
> "Thanks. I'm glad you don't mind sharing with me." I
> could tell he was beginning to relax.
>
> "Why should I mind? After all, you paid for them. You buy
> all my things, silly. I like sharing with Jill, and I
> know I'll like sharing with you too."
>
> "You're so generous, Kristen. I love you so much," Daddy
> said as he kissed my cheek. "And that's probably why Jill
> loves you as well."
>
> "I have to ask why you don't have a bump in the front of
> the panties like you do when I see you in your briefs," I
> asked.
>
> "It's still there," he said with a blush. "I just tucked
> it back so I'd look more like a woman."
>
> "You really do," I said with a smile. "From the waist
> down you look almost like me."
>
> "I look nice," he began, "but there's no way I look as
> pretty as you do, Kristen. Every day I wish I'd been born
> with the same parts between my legs that you have."
>
> "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a girl there."
> I meant it when I said it. "It's so cool that you can
> hide it so well."
>
> "Maybe that's because it's so small to begin with," he
> said with a grin. "That's what your mother always told
> me. But there's no way I look like a woman now."
>
> "Yes, you do!" I insisted, laughing along with him at his
> joke. "I wouldn't lie to you. Come over and stand in
> front of the mirror with me and I'll show you." I took
> his hand and walked over to the mirror on the closet
> door. I took off my robe and stood next to him wearing
> just my white lace bra and matching panties. "See?" I
> said as we stood hip to hip facing the mirror, our arms
> around each other's waist. "From the waist down, you look
> as good as I do. I think I have a new girl friend," I
> giggled.
>
> Then he laughed too. "No wonder I adore you, Kristen.
> There's nothing more I'd like than to be a girl and be
> your best friend, but we both know that's not possible.
> If only I had lovely breasts like yours," he said as he
> looked down at my smallish A cups. The bra I had on
> really made them look nice.
>
> "You could have them, you know," I said. "All you'd need
> is a bra with some padding in it. At least then it would
> look like you had breasts."
>
> "That would be nice, but I'd really prefer to have the
> real thing," Daddy replied. "I've always dreamed about
> that."
>
> "Well, you're sure flat-chested now," I teased him as my
> hand ran over his T-shirt and smooth chest. "Do me a
> favor. Take your T-shirt off now. I want to try
> something." Without waiting for his answer, I took hold
> of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his
> head.
>
> "Hey, what are you doing?" he cried out from under his
> shirt. "You're not going to find boobs there, you know!
> I'm not Jill!"
>
> "I know that," I said as I removed his shirt and gently
> prodded his flat nipple. "Not much there now. You look
> like Jill and I did when we were seven."
>
> "So what's the point of this then?" he asked. "Why did
> you take my shirt off?"
>
> "Because I want you to try on my bra," I told him as I
> reached behind my back and unhooked it. "I think with
> some padding in it, you'll look great. I'm sure it will
> fit you. Please do this for me?" As I said that, I let
> the bra slide down my arms and then I held it out to
> Daddy. I could see that he was staring at my bare breasts
> and that made me feel sort of like I was in charge. I
> didn't feel at all shy or bashful at being partially
> naked in front of my father either.
>
> "Wow, you're so beautiful," he said as he took the bra
> from me, still staring at my chest. I'd love to have
> breasts just like yours, Kristen. I really want to try
> your bra on but I don't know how. I've never worn one."
>
> "Then let me help you," I replied, and for some reason my
> nipples got swollen. "Hold your arms out," I told him,
> and he did. I slid the lacy bra up his slender hairless
> arms and realized that they looked almost like mine. Then
> I moved behind Daddy, slid the straps up onto his
> shoulders, and hooked the single hook. When I saw that
> the front of the bra was too high, I reached in front of
> him and pulled it down. As I did, my bare breasts and
> hard nipples pressed into his back. A shiver swept over
> me.
>
> "How does it feel?" I asked him once the bra was
> adjusted.
>
> "Nice and warm," he said, and sort of pressed back into
> me with a smile.
>
> "I meant how does the bra feel, not me, silly," I
> giggled.
>
> "I meant the bra too, double silly," he said with a
> laugh. "It's still warm from your body." As I moved back
> next to him, he told me, "I love the feel of the bra. It
> feels like I should have been wearing one all my life."
>
> "Maybe you should have," I agreed. "It looks nice on you
> now, but wait until I've padded it. Then you'll look even
> better." I found some of my old cotton panties that I no
> longer wore and stuffed a pair into each of daddy's bra
> cups. The bra looked sort of lumpy so I sort of squeezed
> each cup to shape the padding more like real breasts.
> "There, that looks a lot better," I commented. "How do
> you like having breasts, Daddy?"
>
> "Maybe I shouldn't admit it," he began as he turned from
> side to side to get every aspect of his new appearance,
> "but I love it!" And then he turned to face me again. "I
> only wish my breasts were real, and lovely like yours
> are, Kristen." He looked down at my still bare chest, and
> it was very obvious that he was envious.
>
> "Do you really like mine, Daddy?" I asked, then cupped
> them and sort of lifted them up. I'd seen a girl do that
> in an X rated video that Jill and I had watched one night
> at her house. Her father had rented it and I'm sure he
> had no idea we'd seen it. It had made us so hot that we'd
> kissed and played with each other for hours afterwards.
>
> "They're perfect, sweetheart," he said. "No wonder Jill
> can't stop snuggling with you. You may not know it, but I
> can usually hear you two when you play in your bed at
> night. I'm so glad you and Jill are so close. But now
> don't you think you should cover up now? After all, even
> thought I'm your father, I'm still a man, and the sight
> of such a lovely young woman practically naked is very
> sexy."
>
> When I looked down at the front of his panties, It was
> very obvious what he meant. I could see a small bulge
> appear there, and I was thrilled to know that my father
> had an erection all because of me. A wave of excitement
> passed through me, and I smiled at Daddy.
>
> "You sure don't look like a man now," I teased him, "not
> in that pretty bra and panties. There's no need for me to
> cover up. It's just us girls here now, right? Jill loves
> it when she sees me like this, and I love seeing her like
> this too."
>
> With that, I leaned forward and kissed Daddy on the lips.
> A few moments later when I felt him respond to my kiss, I
> put my arms around him and I could feel his bra pressing
> into my bare chest. I could also feel the bulge in his
> panties pressing into my mons as my tongue parted his
> lips and entered his mouth. I was kissing him just like
> Jill and I kiss.
>
> But then I was disappointed when Daddy pulled back. "You
> know I love you more than anything else in this world,
> Kristen, but this isn't what we should be doing. As
> wonderful as it feels to me, you're too young to start
> this, and you're also my daughter."
>
> "Sorry, Daddy," I said. "I just got carried away."
>
> "We both did, so just let's forget it. I'm probably the
> only man in the world who could resist you, sweetie,
> especially practically naked like you are now. You're so
> beautiful. I really wish my body was just like yours, so
> I'd really to wear need this bra I have on."
>
> "I wish your body could be like mine too, if that would
> make you happy, Daddy. But then I'd have to call you
> Mommy. You know, you really should be wearing a pink bra
> to match your pink panties."
>
> "I know that much, my lovely daughter. All my life I've
> paid very close attention to how women dress. I even read
> your 'Seventeen' magazines so I can keep on up the latest
> styles. Now it's time for you to cover up before I get
> carried away again."
>
> "Ok, Daddy, but you hardly got carried away. After all, I
> was the one that kissed you. Are you going to keep
> wearing my bra? If you are, I'll get a clean one."
>
> "Maybe one day I will, but not yet, Kristen," Daddy said
> as he slipped my bra off and handed it to me. "But I'm
> going to wear the panties, if you don't mind. I just love
> how they look on me."
>
> "Of course I don't mind. I told you that already. I hope
> you wear them all the time. You look really good in
> them," I said, and I meant it. "Promise me you'll wear
> panties all the time? You know you want to."
>
> "Ok, if you insist," he replied, acting silly, like he
> was just doing it to make me happy. "I really spoil you,
> do you know that?"
>
> And once again, we both laughed. Without thinking, I put
> my arms round his neck and kissed him again, forgetting
> that I was still bare chested. This time, it was his
> tongue that invaded my mouth, and I willingly pressed my
> nearly naked body into his. God, he felt wonderful. As
> was my habit when I kissed Jill, I slid my hand down to
> his bottom and caressed it through his silky pink
> panties. His hands found my breasts as he pressed into
> me, and a moment later I felt him shudder as he rubbed
> into me.
>
> A few minutes later, Daddy released me and began to sob.
> "Damn it, Kristen!" he said. "We shouldn't be doing
> things like this! After all, I'm your father and you're
> just a child!"
>
> I stepped back, then pointed to the mirror. "Look at me,
> Daddy. I'm not a child anymore. I know I'm still young,
> but I'm a woman, not a kid. And you look a lot more like
> a woman than anyone's father right now, so please don't
> feel bad. It's no big deal. Jill and I do a lot more than
> kissing and touching boobs."
>
> That stopped his sobbing, and he gave me a weak smile.
> "You're right, you're not a child anymore," he said.
> "You're an incredibly sexy young woman. God, how I wish I
> looked just like you do! I'd love to be as pretty and
> feminine as you are."
>
> "I bet I could help you be more like me. That sounds like
> fun. It would be so cool for Jill and me to make you more
> like us. Would you like that?"
>
> "I would but I'm not sure if it would be more of a dream
> come true or a nightmare for me. That's such a huge step
> to take. I might never go back to being male once I've
> tried being a woman."
>
> "So don't go back, if you don't want to. I sure wouldn't
> complain. You're already a lot more like my friends'
> mothers than their fathers. Jill and I both think you're
> really cool. We're glad you're not one of those sports
> loving, beer drinking fathers. We love that you like to
> go shopping with us and watch romantic movies."
>
> "You guys are really special too, Kristen. I feel a lot
> closer to you and Jill than I ever did to your mother."
>
> I held Daddy close again for a minute, then kissed him.
> "I love being this close to you. You make me feel so safe
> and loved," I whispered in his ear. I reached up and took
> the rubber band out of his hair, letting it fall around
> his shoulders. His face was surrounded by the blonde
> waves of his long hair. "I like you better like this," I
> admitted as I began to brush his hair, making it almost
> the same style as mine.
>
> He turned to look in the mirror, and then smiled. "I do
> too, Kristen. It makes the outside of me look more like
> what I feel like inside. I'm going to sleep with my hair
> down tonight."
>
> "Good idea, Daddy, and I'll brush it again for you in the
> morning." I put down the brush then went over to my
> closet and got put my nightie. It was new too: knee-
> length white nylon with pink ribbon worked in through the
> lace. Jill's nightie was hanging there also, the same as
> mine. She and I wore all the same sizes except for bras
> and shoes. She's a 34B and I'm a 34A. Her shoes are just
> a half size larger than mine.
>
> As I slipped my nightie on over my head and let it float
> down over my body, I had this really cool idea. "Close
> your eyes, Daddy," I told him. "I want to surprise you
> with something."
>
> "Ok, but it's getting late and I'm sleepy, so hurry up,
> lovey," he said in his soft voice.
>
> When I saw that his eyes were tightly shut, I turned his
> back to the mirror, then said, "Hold your arms up," and
> as he's as tall as I am, it was easy for me to slide
> Jill's nightie down over his body. "Do not even think of
> looking until I tell you to!" I ordered him in my
> strictest voice.
>
> "All right, but I think I know what you've done,
> Kristen," he replied with a really wonderful smile.
>
> Quietly, I reached the perfume on my dresser, then
> sprayed Daddy's neck and chest with it before he could
> object. "Ok, it's time to look now," I told him, "and
> you're going to love it!"
>
> I turned him slowly back to face the mirror, and I had to
> hold him as he almost fainted when he saw what he looked
> like. With his face framed by his long blonde hair and
> his slender body encased in the sheer white nightie,
> Daddy looked almost as much like a girl as I did.
>
> "Oh, Kristen! This is so wonderful!" he gushed. "I love
> how I look! Thank you so much. I don't know if I would
> have ever gone this far on my own, but now that you've
> shown me how much more feminine I can look, I'm certain
> I'm doing to do it a lot more!"
>
> "You are awesome!" I told him, and I meant it. "We look
> like a mother and daughter now." I snuggled up next to
> him and admired our appearance in the mirror. "Can I call
> you Mommy now, please? It's so great having a mother
> again. I love you so much!"
>
> "I'd love to be called Mommy," he said and his eyes were
> running again, this time from happiness. Turning to me,
> he hugged me. "Give your mother a kiss, Kristen. I can't
> believe how excited I am."
>
> This time my new mother kissed me very slowly, making the
> pleasure linger as we held one another close. I ran my
> hands over her deliciously silky nightie, and we rubbed
> our mons against one another. When her hand found my
> breast, I moaned and sucked excitedly on her tongue.
>
> "Seeing as Jill's not here tonight, I want you to sleep
> with me, mommy," I said, really in the mood for more
> kissing and touching. "Please say you will. I love
> cuddling so much."
>
> "I'd love to but that's a dangerous thing to do," mommy
> told me, her fingertips still playing over my very hard
> nipple. "As excited as we both are, bad things might
> happen, Kristen. I'm not sure I can control myself. I
> haven't had sex with anyone since your mother left us. Do
> you have any idea how horny I am?"
>
> As my hands moved to cup her bottom through her panties,
> I kissed her once more, then said, "I sure can feel how
> hard you are. I like when you rub it against me. I'm very
> wet now. Please don't stop."
>
> "Ok, I'm going to have to sleep with you tonight because
> I can't stop hugging and kissing you, but we have to have
> limits. I don't think things will go too far if we both
> keep our panties on. The kissing and touching isn't too
> bad then. Remember you're a woman now, Kristen, and that
> means you can get pregnant."
>
> "I know I can. Ok, no taking our panties off."
>
> Right after I said that, I got into bed and held the
> covers up for my new mother. She joined me after turning
> out the light. It was hours before we got to sleep. She
> gave me four orgasms, one just by kissing my bare
> nipples, and the others by caressing my clit through my
> panties with her fingers. I made her cum twice in her
> panties by rubbing my pussy against her erection.
>
> Just before we fell asleep, we got up and put on dry
> panties. I got to see her soft, almost hairless penis
> then thanks to the light coming in for the street, and I
> think it's so cute! I wanted to kiss it then but she had
> her panties on before I got a chance. When she got back
> in bed I rubbed it with my hand through her dry panties
> for a while, and she began to get hard again when I
> fondled her balls, but we were both too tired by then to
> do anything more.
>
> We fell asleep in each other's embrace and I had the most
> wonderful dreams that night.
>
> To be continued...


    

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