Born to Be a Girl: M***rs’ Choice

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Born to Be a Girl: M***rs’ ChoiceDISCLAIMER: This story is solely a work of fiction. Any similarities between people living or dead is purely coincidental. No a****ls were harmed in the writing of this story. Are you familiar with those stories where the f***r raises his daughter as his son, because he is desperate for at least the appearance of a male heir? This is one of those stories, only, it isn’t.My m***r had already raised a son, birth to adulthood, when she became pregnant with me. She was determined to have a girl, come hell or high water. My m***r, by the way, essentially ruled our household. When I was born, she decided that, even though I did not have the anatomy of a girl, I would be her daughter. So it was that I was raised as a girl.From early c***dhood, all I knew was that I was a girl. My m***r arranged an excuse to allow me to forgo physical education classes with each school that I attended, and began giving me what she called “vitamins”, actually hormone blockers, prior to puberty. When I was old enough, my parents sat me down and had ‘the talk’ with me. Given my ‘special situation’, this had to be one of the most awkward ‘birds and bees’ speech ever. Shortly after that I started taking female hormones, and my body began going through feminine puberty. This soon gave me a nice, round butt, and ample breasts. As I was already thin and petite, these enhancements made me even prettier.I started dating when I was f****n, just kissing and holding hands. I was pretty enough to warrant the attention of boys and girls alike, and dated both. By the time I was f****n, I started allowing my dates to fondle my breasts. The following year I would also bring oral sex into the equation, giving only, no one was ever allowed access under my skirt. Yes, I still dated both boys and girls, and I still do.Late my junior year of high school, I met a boy. He was shy and took things slowly, kind of like most of my former girlfriends. This was somewhat refreshing. Over the winter break of our senior year, though, things changed.We were alone together one night in my bedroom, my parents had gone to their friends party and would be there most of the night. muğla zenci escort We started kissing, which led to fondling, my blouse and bra flung to the floor. We had each had a few drinks stolen from my parents liquor cabinet, and I slipped up and let my guard down. His hand reached under my skirt and felt my panties. I drew backward quickly, embarrassed, fearing the worst (insults, accusations, threats, etc.). I do not know if it was because he had never been with a woman (I assumed that he had not, I was later proven wrong), or if he was just that polite, but he apologized and said that he would go home now. Whether it was the alcohol, or his kindness, or both, I do not know, but I asked him to stay, that I could explain. He told me that there was no need for me to explain anything, that I was the prettiest girl that he had ever dated, and that what was in my panties made me even more interesting than other girls. Wow, I nearly fell over, I was blushing so much that he told me that my cheeks were glowing red like stoplights. We both laughed at this.He asked if he could look under my skirt. With trepidation, I stood up and slowly pulled up my skirt, showing my panties, and the tiny bulge within them. His eyes lit up. He reached out his hand, looked at me, and asked “May I?”. I took his hand and guided it to my panty covered penis. He began to rub it gently, through my panties. As he did this, he also started licking and suckling my breasts. I was barely able to stand, gasping and moaning, I reached down to ‘return the favor’. I got my hand in his pants and felt that he was already rock hard and straining against his jeans. At this, he reached into my panties with one hand, continuing to stroke my penis, and began to pull my panties off with the other. I opened his jeans and pulled them down as I stepped out of my panties, which were now at my ankles. He moved his mouth to my crotch, and used his tongue to peel back my foreskin. I finally had to tell him to stop, as I could no longer stand. My body was shuddering so much with a pleasure that I had not experienced before. I took off my muğla escort sex hikaye skirt, sat on my bed, and opened my legs, exposing myself completely to this boy, all fear and embarrassment gone. He knelt before me and began licking my tiny remnant of boyhood and fondling my breasts. I was again awash with pleasure. When I regained my senses, I laid back, and motioned to him to swing his hips up toward my shoulders. He did so without delay, and I took his throbbing cock into my mouth. He came almost immediately, and I swallowed it all. It was the best tasting mouthful of ‘male milk’ that I had ever swallowed. He showed no sign of stopping, not that I wanted him to, so I licked his cock clean, rolled his balls around on my tongue, and sucked on his well-endowed manhood until he came again. At this, he slowly crawled beside me, face to face, and kissed me passionately, but exhausted.We lay there for a while, just looking at each other lovingly. I told him that I had never before felt like that. He said that if I would allow him, and wait a few more minutes for his strength to return, that he could make me feel even better. I told him that I could never have imagined that I could feel like that, that someone would actually want to do those things to my body that he did. I told him that my body was his to do with as he pleased, for as long as he wanted this girl with boy parts. He smiled, and kissed me again.After a short rest, he asked me to raise my hips slightly. Curious, I did as he asked. The next thing that I knew, my legs were on his shoulders, and his tongue was lapping up and down the crack of my butt. Then I felt his hot breath on my anus, and before I could question this behavior, his wet tongue was working it’s way inside, and I was twitching with delight. His tongue entered, exited, and moved around inside. My body was tingling, and my penis had become rigid. Then he slowly inserted a finger, sliding it in and out. My back began to arch, this just might be better than before, as he said. Then he slid a second finger in. My hips started to move in rhythm seemingly on their own. Then, with his fingers still in my butt, he brought his lips to my ear and whispered “I’m going to fock you like a guy focks a girl now, would you like that?”. I nodded and shouted “Yes, oh yes, my love. Fock me like a girl, put your cock deep inside me!”. He did just that, gently. It hurt a little until he put it all of the way in, and let my anus (I guess I should now call it my vagina) adjust. When he started to move, I began to lose my mind. I spent much of that time fading in and out of lustful bliss. I heard him tell me that he was about to come, and I told him, loudly, to fill me with his sperm, to impregnate me. “Don’t you dare pull out, keep pounding my pussy until my belly is overflowing with your come.”, I heard myself say. He obliged, coming twice more into my vagina, taking me from five different positions. I thought that I would expire from pleasure. My mind was blank, and my entire focus was on the movement of his cock in my vagina.When we were through, and could barely move, I managed to kiss him softly and tell him that I loved him, and that we should do that more often. He agreed, and told me that I was wonderful, and that he could not believe just how lucky he was that I chose to date him. “I thought that I was the luckiest guy in school when you accepted my proposal, but now, I feel like the luckiest guy on earth.”, he said. I smiled, but then a look of worry must have shown on my face, because he stroked my cheek and told me that my secret was safe with him. I kissed him again, and told him that I was the lucky one. We held each other for what seemed like hours. When I looked at the clock, I shot out of bed in a panic. “Quick, get dressed!” I said, cleaning up the room, putting my clothes on, and rinsing out the glasses that we had the drinks in. My parents were just coming in the house when we got back to the couch in the living room. I greeted them, walked my boyfriend to his car, kissed him goodnight, then came back in and went to bed. The next morning at breakfast, my f***r asked if I was alright with him knowing my secret, and if I had practiced safe sex. “How do they always know.”, I thought. “D***d!”, I whined, and he laughed. “As long as your safe and happy, my daughter.”, my m***r chimed in. They also told me that if I wanted the operation that would make me a woman physically, it could be my graduation present, provided that I continue to keep my 4.x G.P.A., and pass the S.A.T.’s.

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