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I’m a guy back when in the days I got curious about mom’s thing, like the sanitary belt and pads. I was trying it on it felt good, I put on her bra and underwear. I was walking around the house and suddenly my dad came in the house. I though I was home alone. He was lost with words not knowing what to say, eyes were wide opened.

I said, dad I was curious that’s all. He said oh, but you do look good in it. I said really, he said yes, allowing me to leave it on for the day. Then the unthinkable came when he asked me to come into his bedroom. I didn’t think much of it went to his room. He didn’t have any clothing on laying on his bed with his sausage in his hand and said come over here we will have a little fun between us.

I was scare more than anything but okay. He said, don’t you want to make daddy feel good. I said yes I do and he took my hand guided his sausage into my mouth and said, go ahead s*** on it like a popsicle. I did it, he is enjoying it. Then he said, I’m going to squirt out some white cream sauce and I want you to take all in your mouth and swallow it. I did what he wanted and he handed me a bottle of water and said flush it down you will feel better.

This continue on for a long time and he also took my little sausage and did the same thing asking me doesn’t that feel good. I said yes daddy it does. I think this is how became gay and cross dresser.

I’m living with a wealthy man much older than me. I dressed as female with implants my man got them for me. I don’t have to work outside of the house. My work consist on taking care of my man when he comes home. I dressed in lingerie all day at home for my man.

I’m what you called trans still have my sausage my man love to played with and I love to played with his. I go out in public as a woman no one know I’m trans. I got the body of a woman with long hair, skinny looking and a baby face.

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.