You made me this girl

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YourDaughtersBoyfriend

My girlfriend's dad was the first one to feminize me. This is part of that story.

Posted on September 2nd, 2013 ~ 1:29 pm

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You were my girlfriend's dad. She had me to meet you and your wife on thanksgiving. You were wearing loose slacks and when you sat down on the couch I saw how huge your cock is. My mouth watered and I felt weak. I looked up and you were looking at me with a cruel smile. I went into the bathroom and let my heart stop beating. You opened the door and put your strong hand around my throat. "I'm gonna feed you this cock, faggot", you whispered. "Come to the basement at midnight" you commanded, "and look like this." You shoved a photo in my pocket as you squeezed my mouth open and shoved your tongue down my throat. The stubble on your face scratched my cheeks and made me so hard. You left and I looked at the picture. It looked like a catholic schoolgirl, but with red lipstick smeared all over her face like her mouth just got fucked. She was lying on the floor drooling cum. A huge cock split her asshole open. And sticking out of her dress was a cock with cum spurting all over. I wanted to be her. At midnight I got out of the guest bed and crept into my girlfriend's room. I knew where her old uniform was. I quietly opened the closet and took it out. I went in the bathroom and put it on. I got so horny so fast I couldn't help it. I took out the picture and jerked off imagining that huge cock was in my ass. I came and rubbed the cum all over my face. I wanted to so badly, but I didn't go downstairs. I was scared. But I'm not scared anymore, Mr. Clayton. I want you to make me your whore. I want to come over again by myself. I wish you'd call. I wish you'd call. I wrote my number in lipstick on your private bathroom's mirror. I'm waiting, Mr. Clayton. I'm yours.

A little more explicit than other stories I see on here. Is this kind of story ok? Let me know if I should tell what happened next. Because a month later the phone did ring.

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XxsissysophiexX

Posted September 2nd, 2013 ~ 3:09 pm

i looove it :) cant wait to hear more :) :)

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YourDaughtersBoyfriend

Posted September 4th, 2013 ~ 1:30 pm

Thanks! Here's what happened.

I'm going to continue to address you, Mr. Clayton, because I love you and I can only hope that sharing the things you did to me somehow will make them happen again. I want you back and I know you want me too, even if you won't admit it.

You took so long, Mr. Clayton. Did you know I went to sleep every night masturbating to the memory of your hand on my neck, your stubble on my cheek, the anger in your voice? I couldn't understand it. Every morning I swore not to do it that night. But then as I drifted near sleep I'd hear your rough voice calling me a ****** and I'd start touching myself.

For a month, every time my phone rang my cock pulsed. Every time my phone rang and I saw it was from your daughter, my cock was instantly a rock. And when I answered and heard your daughter's voice I was instantly soft again.

After a month I started to think it would never happen. And I started to try to get your daughter to invite me over again. But by this time she was getting mad at me. I couldn't get hard for her anymore. All I could do was jack off with her on top, squeezing my neck, and me closing my eyes and thinking of you. She got sick of it and started demanding I fuck her. I knew I couldn't. I knew something had changed inside me.

She hadn't called me in six days when the phone rang. By this time I thought it was her. But when I picked up and heard only silence, the hairs on my neck started standing up.

Maybe she pocket dialed, I thought, but then I heard your heavy breathing. Oh God, I thought, please, please. I was at home, and I started to slide my hand down my pants towards my hardening cock.

You must have taken three minutes before speaking, Mr. Clayton, and by then my heart was pounding so hard my body shook. God, I hoped it was you, and longed to hear the cruelty in your voice.

What you said next, and the low gravelly sound of your voice, and the slow, controlled rage, and the way it felt like a punch in my gut; these things are burned into me now. These things took me over and I became nothing else. I am nothing else and I never will be.

The first thing you said was "That's a good little ******, shut your fucking mouth."

The next thing you said was "You are a whore and you are going to take my cum inside you. You are going to take it and like it."

But it was what you said next that truly made me into a girl. It touched the deepest part of me, it found the truth. It made me love my weakness and accept what I really need.

You said "Now I'm going to ask you who you are. Say Tiffany or Jessica. Got it? Tiffany or Jessica. This is the only choice I will ever give you. Listen carefully. You need to tell me who you are, because who you are is what you'll get. If you are Tiffany you are a little whore who will get fucked like a whore. But if you are Jessica it will be different, and I will want you more. If you are Jessica you will get raped."

I never did have a choice, really. My cock decided for me. The second you started to say "rape" my cock got harder than it ever had. It was so engorged it hurt incredibly. It burned like a volcano.

I didn't know what was happening, I felt dizzy, almost as if I was about to faint.

I didn't want the next moment to come, I wanted to get away, I didn't want to hear the question and have to face it.

"It's time," you said.

"Who are you?"

I was tingling all over. I couldn't speak.

I was afraid of it. Afraid to say it.

I don't know how long went by, with me trembling and feeling my agonizing erection get harder and harder. It felt like an hour. An hour of unbearable silence. But it couldn't have been. It could have been only seconds.

In the end, you spoke first. You spoke gently and lovingly. It took me off guard. Your voice was so soft. It felt like you loved me.

"It's you, isn't it, Jessica?"

My cock exploded and cum splattered my shirt and pants. I felt a rush of shame ad humiliation I'd never felt before. I felt like I was going to cry.

"Yes," I said, almost sobbing, speaking with a girly little voice I didn't recognize. "It's me."

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YourDaughtersBoyfriend

Posted September 4th, 2013 ~ 1:34 pm

If you like hearing this please post and say so.

If u got hard, it makes me hard back to see a reply.

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sissy_tammy

Posted September 4th, 2013 ~ 2:55 pm

more please, I loves it :)

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YourDaughtersBoyfriend

Posted September 4th, 2013 ~ 4:51 pm

"Good girl!" I heard you shout, and then "unhh, unhh, UNNNNHHHHH." I heard your fapfapfapfap and it sounded like the phone fell out of your hand. I heard "Yessssssssssssssss," followed by a deep sigh. "Ahhhhh..." And then a chuckle.

But I noticed something as you laughed your malicious laugh. The sound was muffled now, like you were holding the phone down on something. And then the line dropped. I took the phone away from my face and saw we'd been disconnected.

I felt let a hollow sadness for a moment.

And then I heard your chuckle again. It was coming from outside in the hall.

I heard a key in the door to my apartment. Holy fuck, I thought. The door crashed open.

I heard you, booming with rage like a demon, shout "Get on your knees, whore! Get on your knees Jessica!"

I was frozen. I couldn't move. Your footsteps pounded down the hall towards me.

You rounded the corner and stepped in my room and I heard a high pitched buzzing, a kind I'd never heard before, and everything seemed far away. Today I know I was on the edge of fainting. I didn't know it then. It felt like you'd drugged me as I felt myself passing out, I was convinced you had drugged me and we're about to rape me.

But I wasn't that lucky a girl... yet. "HEY! JESSICA!" you shouted, and you strode across the room and slapped my face. Hard. The sting brought me back to the room.

"You don't go out like that, girl. Ohh, Jessica, the shit I'm going to do to you. But right now I'm just here to leave you painted like the whore you are."

You reached down your pants--I hadn't noticed that your belt was open as you came in--and your hand came out with the biggest load of cum I'd ever seen.

"I made this for you, Jessica," you said, and you took your hand and pushed all that cum all over my face.

"God, you're so ripe," you said, and you spit on my face. "Such a pretty fuck bait."

"Okay, whore, next time..." you said, standing up to go, but you stopped. You had your hand on your belt. "Ahhhh, shit," you said, and you pulled your belt out of your pants.

I was falling apart by this time. The cum was running down my face. I started to open my mouth to cry and your disgusting spit dribbled into my mouth. So I held my mouth closed and my sobs became pitiful whimpers.

I didn't even notice you slipping the belt around my neck. I didn't understand what was happening as you put your boot to my back. I felt a little pang of fear as you kicked me onto my belly and I realized the belt was around my neck. But I had almost run out of fear and become numb.

In fact I welcomed the tingling and numbness that started as you pulled on the belt and I tried to gasp, uselessly groping the air with my mouth, trying to pull a breath in.

One boot was on the back of my head now, pushing my face roughly into the rug. I could only see a bit of your other boot, to the side, which looked like it was shaking violently. I was confused.

Then I felt your boot rise away from my head, and with a plop-plop-plop your cum rained down and covered my hair. I gasped and drew desperate breath as your cock shot hot cum all over me.

I hated you at that moment. Or I thought I did. I was hating you to avoid admitting my true feelings. What I was actually feeling, and couldn't face, was pride, pride that you couldn't leave without cumming on me again, pride that the urge to choke me had gotten you hard so soon after you'd already cum, pride that I took it, took everything you'd done to me, and it hadn't broken my desire for it, it had made me want even more.

But that feeling scared the shit out of me. So I hid it. All I knew in that moment was that I hated you more fiercely than I'd ever felt any emotion in my life. As you zipped your pants up and walked away, laughing, my mind was filled with images of a demon tearing you to shreds.

I heard you close the door. You'd done all that with the door open, and anyone could have heard. I felt my rage burning and I wondered what I was going to do.

And then I noticed that you weren't the only one to cum twice. I saw my own cock, which was still dribbling sticky cum all over the floor. That's what made my rage vanish.

This was evidence I couldn't deny. Evidence that what my brain thought and what my body thought were two different things. And evidence, I sickeningly realized, that my body was going to have its way.

I had cum while you were choking me. As your boot ground my face into the floor, my cock was pumping cum into the rug. And as I tried to come to terms with this, I became aware of a warm shuddering all through my body.

I was fucked, and I knew it. I was done. I knew I was never going to want to be anything else, Mr. Clayton, anything besides your little whore, to rape all you wanted. I was your little girl now. I just didn't know it yet.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I'd been through the ringer! My hair was a cum-covered mess and my neck was bruised. Some of your cum still dripped down my cheeks and chin. I scooped some up with a finger and tasted it. It was wonderful. Dirty and disgusting and sweet and delicious.

I took some more of your cum and spread it around on my lips. It made my lips look shiny and wet. It looked like I was a teenage girl wearing lip gloss. It made me feel thrilled.

I pictured these red lips on your cock. I imagined licking all around your head and slurping up your pre-cum. I imagined being dressed like a slutty girl and having my face fucked by you. I wanted you. I wanted my girlfriend's dad.

And then I pictured myself all dressed up like a schoolgirl. I saw myself in the mirror, and imagined wearing a tight skirt and slutty brown hair. And I imagined I wasn't my girlfriend's boyfriend, I imagined I was one of her best girlfriends. And I imagined waking home from school with her and seeing you in her house as we came in. In this fantasy you were standing there behind the kitchen counter as we came in and you gave me the dirtiest look. "Is this your friend " you asked her, and she said "yes."

You said "she's pretty," and you stepped out from behind the counter, not even trying to hide the massive erection straining to her out of your pants, "can I have her?"

I heard a clink and felt something on my foot. I looked down and saw my best friend closing a lock on a shackle around my ankle, a shackle with a chain attached firmly to the floor. "Yes, Daddy," you said, "you can have her."

"Jessica," your daughter said, "remember when you told me you had that dream about fucking Daddy? Well, I told it to Daddy. Any he told me to bring you here the next time you looked super slutty."

She pulled my head back by my hair. She leaned in and whispered, "it is really, really big. But if you don't fight back it doesn't hurt as much." Then she left the room.

And you approached me, ready to rape your daighter's friend.

I snapped out of it. I was back at my mirror. I had seen myself so clearly, brunette and busty and super slutty. I realized that was the real me.

I looked terrible. I looked nothing like the real me. I realized that no matter what, the next time I saw you, I had to look like that. I had to make that same lust come into your eyes.

I needn't have worried. I didn't know that two days from then you would abduct me from a Macy's, and force me to become a dirty, dirty girl.

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Let me know if you want to hear more.

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someguynamedras

Posted September 11th, 2013 ~ 6:09 am

I definitely want to hear more

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jessybaby

Posted October 9th, 2013 ~ 1:03 am

patiently waiting for more

a new me teehee

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annabellacheff

Posted October 12th, 2013 ~ 11:44 pm

cant wait for more i wish this would happen to me

lots of love

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SissySaraLynn

Posted July 29th, 2014 ~ 12:16 am

OMG, I want this so bad

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mya

Posted August 29th, 2014 ~ 7:26 am

morw pwese

Princess are kind, brave, beautiful and determined they can do or be anything
even change the world.

All girls are princess what you see in the Mirrors doesn't define you.

It doesn’t meter if you weren't born a girl. As long as your one at heart you too are a princess

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Jenn_Michele

Posted August 30th, 2014 ~ 6:30 am

O yes, I would love to hear more.

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annabellacheff

Posted October 22nd, 2019 ~ 7:05 am

More please

lots of love

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