I had moved from a small village to the city to try to find work, as there was nothing in the village or nearby. I had managed to scrape together the deposit to get a small place to sleep close to the city center. It wasn’t much, at least it was cozy; it also meant I could easily go to pubs and clubs. At the age of 21, I needed a job, which seemed very scarce at the moment. On the plus side, however, it meant that I could get dressed whenever I wanted without anyone recognizing me as a man. Yes, girl is real, Transgirl Kelsey webcam.
My parents seemed less pleased when I least told them I wanted to be a transgirl and since the day I left home, we have never spoken since. My doctor quickly brought me to my dream after seeing a Physiatrist a few times and giving me hormones. After a long period of getting used to it and seeing a little improvement in my breasts, I decided to go out on Friday night, so I got ready to cheer myself up since I still didn’t have a job. I first shaved my body and made sure it was completely hair free and smooth, then I dried myself off and used cream on my skin to give it an extra soft look with a sexy glow.
Finally I could be a beautiful transgirl.
I went to the bedroom and opened my drawer and took the time to choose a pink bra and panties. I put them on and made sure to pull the straps, so the bra fit my breasts perfectly, making sure to tuck myself under the bulge. I opened my wardrobe, looking for something to slide the hangers over as I looked through my clothes. Finally, I could see what I wanted, it was perfect to make me smile. I pulled the rose patterned denim dress over the front pocket and added a pink t-shirt, laying it carefully on the bed.
Slipping the T-shirt over my head and my arms through the armholes, I smoothed myself down and stepped into the dress while placing the straps over my shoulders. I looked at myself with a huge grin, knowing I would have a lot of eyes on me. I picked out a pair of huge earrings and pushed them through my bits of ears and closed them firmly. I applied my makeup as I sat in front of the mirror, blue eye shadow mixed with white to add highlights to the corners, making me look my best.
I grabbed a pink lipstick and gave them a few layers, making sure I dabbed before each layer and then added gloss to finish the look. Using a large brush, I put a little ber on my cheeks. I felt good and began to hope I looked gorgeous.
I took out my blow-dryer and started styling my hair, leaving it slightly damp, so I could use my curling irons to give my long brown hair curls. Finally, I picked out a pair of shoes and decided to wear some black sandals with straps to complement the nails I had done in the morning, along with my fingernails. On my way out, I grabbed my bag and headed to the pub, a gay-friendly place where everyone was always nice and always a great place to start a good night. While at the bar, I noticed a strange older couple staring at me, they seemed to be talking and looking around, so I smiled before sitting down at a table. The music was coming well from the jukebox and I chatted with several friends before I decided to go to the club to finish my drink before I left.
I decided I would go to a smaller mixed club, by mixed I mean it was guys and lesbians and of course quite a few transsexuals and transvestites. I ordered spiced rum and Coke and decided to stand at the bar for a while. As always, the usual crowd came in and the music got better. There was a gentle tap on my shoulder from the lady from the bar.
‘Do you want to dance?” she asked. ‘Yes, why not,’ I replied, before following her onto the dance floor. We danced for a while and didn’t really say much. Just going in sync to the music, I felt we looked good together in the mixed crowd of same-sex dancers.
I looked around for the man she had been at the pub with and saw that he was sitting on a stool, his eyes on us. I suspected she was around the late 40s, and she was slightly younger. “Your friend seems to be enjoying the view,” I said as the music slowed down.
“That’s my husband Arnold, I’m Cynthia,” she said as she held me tightly, her hands moving up and down from my waist on my ass, her knee grinding in my crotch and my cock feeling like it wanted to escape there and then. “I’m Kylie, does he mind you dancing with a transsexual like me?”. “No, he’s fine with it young lady,” she grinned.
She gently nibbled my ear before asking; “If you don’t mind being dominated, maybe we’ll get laid.” I bed like I had never been with a woman before, wondering how Arnold was my fit. My head was spinning just thinking if he would watch, did he even mind if he wanted to join in. I had never been dominated either, so that worried, I too was willing to try. ‘Let’s have a drink,’ Cynthia said in my ear, breaking my thoughts.
We got to the bar, and she asked what I would like to drink before Arnold paid for our drinks. ‘Arnold, this is Kylie, isn’t she cute?’ He nodded before saying hello, as I smiled again.
We drank before she wanted to dance again. As we danced during the time she still held me closer than before, she explained that sometimes she was in control of someone younger and that she liked trans girls like me. She told me she wanted to dress me up and tie me up, which didn’t sound bad to me.
This was like a dream come true.
This was like a dream come true, an older woman who wanted to dress me up and possibly for her husband, I soon agreed to come to their house. We drank some more before we all left the club and got into their car for a short trip back to the detached house they owned just on the outskirts of town. As we entered their house which was large and spacious, Cynthia said; “You pour our drinks while I help Kylie.
I followed her up the stairs and into a dressing room, a lost sheep. “Don’t worry, I just want to change your shoes and give you some socks to wear tonight, you look pretty good tonight anyway.” Those words drove me crazy as she handed me black Mary-Jane shoes and long white knee socks; “Put them on for me Sweety, now be a good girl for me, this will make you look much nicer, I promise. The shoes were only a little tight, the socks fit her perfectly and told her to wear the shoes for tonight. “What do you think now?”, She asked Arnold as we entered the lounge and grabbed our drinks from the coffee table. “Oh wow, she’s even cuter now”, Arnold said with a big grin.
She asked me to pose for me before knocking on the couch so I could sit between them. Cynthia explained that they were house disciplined, that they were missing something. As we drank and talked, she told me Arnold was the head of the house like a daddy, she felt she was mommy, Arnold would sometimes punish her.
I was now totally confused by what she had said! We talked all night about how she couldn’t have children and how their relationship worked with me and told how I was going to find work and eventually become a girl. As the night progressed she grabbed me and pulled me over her knees, lifted my dress and showed my panties to Arnold. She teased my ass rather circling ;. Clap! Clap! Clap! I bit down hard on my lower lip as her buttocks hardened. “N-n-no please, I beg you not so hard” I managed to growl with tears now welling up in my eyes and began to think I had bitten off more than I could chew.
I thought to myself that I will just have to grin and bear that I don’t want to let anyone down. As quickly as she started, she stopped and began gently rubbing my red ass, which eased the pain. Although it hurt the moment I felt my cock stiffen, I just hoped she wouldn’t notice.
“You naughty girl, did I tell you to enjoy it?” she barked at me. “S-I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed as she began to slap me again, realizing she should have known all along. When she finished this time, I felt something cold on me as she rubbed close to my hole before I felt her finger open it. She pulled her finger out and away and suddenly pushed a t-plug in. I gasped out when I felt it stretch me wide and closed my backside around the headlamp again and gripped it tightly.
It was my first time having a plug used on me which felt weird, I got a weird feeling because my ass was filled. As I was still over her knee, my legs became jelly. ‘Looks like she likes to be filled, doesn’t it?’ Arnold agreed with her in a flash.
‘Yeah, she just wants to please her mama, I guess,’ Arnold remarked. He stood up, walked around me, unzipped his fly and pulled out his already stiff cock. shoving it into my mouth and fucking it very deeply while I got a taste of his pre-cum.
“That’s a good girl, Daddy good, otherwise Mommy will punish you again!”. I choked and swallowed as he poked my mouth hard like it was a pussy. Almost simutanousley he pulled his cock away from me while Cynthia pulled the plug out of my ass.
I didn’t even get a chance to move. Cynthia held me tightly while Arnold pounded against me. I soon felt his balls hitting my ass and soon pushed myself back onto him as he got faster and faster.
“Oh god Yesssss!” Arnold moaned as he pumped several gallons of hot cum into me before pulling out. Arnold came in my mouth again and told me to clean his cock while Cynthia plugged me in again. When he was satisfied, he zipped himself back in.
I felt Cynthia lose her grip on me when she finally let me back up. She patted the couch next to her and told me to sit down. Arnold sat across from us in a chair.
Cynthia pecked me on the cheek; “I hope you liked that?” she asked. “Yes, it was fun,” I replied as I thought to myself that beating was worth it just to get fucked. Cynthia got up and left the room after about 5 minutes before sitting down, she whispered in Arnold’s ear so I couldn’t hear what was being said. Whispering with him before she sat down next to me again. “I am a beauty therapist and Arnold is a banker, so do you work then Kylie?”.
I shook my head in response before she said; “We might be able to help you, if you’re interested, if you wouldn’t mind dressing for us full time? Cynthia asked. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You could move in with us, we’d be sure you wouldn’t want for nothing, you’d call us Mom and Dad and dress like we tell you to at all times.” I thought about it for a while, I knew I would have to dress full-time at some point, so why the hell didn’t it make sense to me now. “Would you move in as our daughter if you agree? Said Arnold as he handed us each another drink.
‘I’ll teach you to cook clean and so much more about dressing Kylie if you agree?’ Cynthia told me. Then she explained how they would help me pay for my surgery and buy my clothes for me. ‘Are you ready to be our daughter and take care of Mom and Dad?’ ‘I prepared the spare room for you tonight, why don’t you answer us in the morning. ‘ We finished our drinks before I was shown my room while they were just in the next room, Cynthia fetched a nightshirt for me to borrow for the night.
I put on the nightshirt and stepped into my mind in a daze of what had been said, turning over so the plug was more comfortable. I didn’t sleep much that night and morning soon came. Cynthia came into my room.
“Good morning honey how did you sleep”. “Well thank you” I lied that the t plug was still in me, didn’t help either. “Have you thought about becoming our daughter yet?”. I had thought of nothing all night and my heart ruled my head to be able to dress full-time was truly a dream come true! The added bonus of the fact that my operation was also well paid just made the deal. ‘Yes, I would love to be your daughter,’ I smiled sweetly.
She told me that she felt bad about her own childhood after her parents divorced and she ended up in care. She wanted to reclaim those lost times and thought the best way to do that would be to do it through me. We got up and dressed and all met in the kitchen for breakfast, just toast and cereal. Cynthia told Arnold the news as we ate. “That’s great news Kylie, welcome to the family. “Thank you Arnold,” I got a quick slap across my legs.
“It’s Daddy now and don’t forget it!”. “Sorry daddy,” I replied quickly. My new mommy announced that she would be shopping most of the day and daddy would take my personal items out of my bed and I could say I was leaving or I was already gone. After breakfast my new mom took measurements and my shoe size with her comment that my breasts were just perfect as they were for my new role.
Dad drove me to pick up my things while Mom went shopping. I quickly packed what I had, scribbled a bill for the landlord who lived downstairs and hung it and my key through the mailbox after the car was loaded. ‘Leave your stuff here in the lounge,’ Dad pointed to an empty room.
I was told to prepare lunch and we talked after I washed up most of the afternoon. Finally Mom arrived with a car full of groceries that I helped her transport. My new mom quickly told me that everything was for me and that I needed to take them to my new room, on the other side of the room, not the guest room I had slept in.
inside. When I walked into the room, I noticed that it was completely decorated like a teenage girl’s room, even the posters on the walls were all current boy bands, it was a real girl’s room. Which I really liked and just knew I could be very happy in my new room.
‘I’ve looked through everything, Kylie, come to the garden.’ Mom yelled up the stairs. I went outside and I was able to place all my things in a garden waste burner. At that moment Dad lit it right in front of me! ‘Well, you’re here to stay nice, so you don’t need any of it!’ Mom explained. ‘Now let’s try some groceries I bought for you and then put them away.’ As I tried on different outfits and Mom approved, she explained that I would dress a little younger at home when I was out with them than I would dress a little older.
After a while, she told me to put on white cotton panties and a matching bra, along with white ruffled ankle socks. She chose a very tight pair of jeans along with a vest with a Betty Boo motif, she had also laid out new makeup and other beauty products for me. ‘Stop putting away your new clothes and I’ll call you when dinner is ready,’ she said as she walked down the stairs. That evening, Dad explained the house rules and announced that Mom would take some time to at least teach me how to cook the next week. Then we sat and watched television with me and made us all drinks before bed.
That night I slept well realizing that it would not be all punishment and sex, it seemed I would be very happy from now on. Sunday morning I got up with no one in sight, so I decided to make breakfast stick to cereal and like toast with tea like Saturday. I placed everything on a tray, went to the room and knocked before going in and felt very pleased with myself. ‘We lie on a Sunday Kylie without breakfast!’ Dad yelled at me. “Oh sorry I didn’t know.”
“Go stand in the corner until I say another nose to the wall!”. I did as I was told and heard them dare not look for fear I would be punished. Then I had to endure their noisy lovemaking.
I couldn’t help but turn my head, Daddy soon noticed and told me to turn back. Finally Dad spoke; “Go to the store and get my newspaper. He told me the one he wanted and gave me the money to get it for him. When I returned, they were up and dressed.
I helped Mom with chores and dinner for the rest of the day. In the evening we watched television before I was sent to bed at 10 p.m., which surprised me. Monday I was woken up by Mom because I had to get dressed and join her in the kitchen. I was shown exactly how to prepare Dad’s cooked breakfast for him before he left for work.
The whole week consisted of cooking, cleaning, laundry with makeup lessons, hair care and some free time on a tanning bed. I earned a few slaps on the legs during the week and some corner time from Dad at night no sex and no punishment and sent to bed every night. Friday night arrived and I had prepared dinner myself after we ate, we watched some television as we did most nights. “Kylie tonight is punishment night stand for me” Dad suddenly barked in a very loud voice.
“And you can go with her Cynthia. We instinctively stood side by side with our heads lowered to the ground. Mom’s list didn’t last long before he read mine a full week’s worth of things I had done wrong, even down to going to bed two minutes late one night. “Kylie sit down at the desk and write me 100 lines, I may never be late to bed on a school night or suffer the consequences on a Friday.” I was shocked when I was asked, while I could hear Dad hitting Mom, heard her sobbing loudly before she was put against the wall as I had been. My hand hurt from the lines.
I had finally told Dad right away. “Bring them here!” he demanded. I gave him the lines where he glanced at them before tossing them in the trash. He ordered me to lean over the back of a chair and lowered my panties as I lifted my skirt, bracing myself as I waited for his first blow. SWISH CRACK! I screamed loudly as I felt a stick across my backside.
All I could think of was that damn pain. More soon came down with me in tears long before he finished! Instinctively my backside was covered in stretch marks I rubbed my very sore buttocks before I got a very hard slap from Daddy telling me not to do that. I was then also sent to the corner next to mom after he lifted my panties. We seemed to stare at the wall for hours before Daddy broke the silence again.
“Yours here NOW! We stood in front of him again, our heads down in shame.” Step forward Kylie, I have something for you. “. He lowered my panties and fastened a pink chastity belt around my cock and balls.” I’ve seen how you look at Mom when you think I don’t notice, so it stays on! “.
He fastened a lock in place.” Now thank you “. He unzipped himself and realized his already stiff cock. I fell to my knees to suck him dry.
I wanted his cum in my mouth so badly and he would not disappoint me, he pushed my head deeper and deeper on his cock. “You better watch her do it, Cynthia, because she can teach you a thing or two about how to suck.” Now I felt really good as I occasionally moved my head harder up and down and breathed as I teased the tip. “Oh God, gee, good little one, I’m going to cum!”. “Yesssssss!” he growled.
Squirt after squirt on my tonsils as I swallowed every last drop from him before cleaning his cock. Then he had me kneel a little more from him, palms of my leg crossed down on my knees, before he had Mom standing with her legs together. He lowered her panties and slapped her hard again, making me look at her, this time she showed no pain as his other hand around her teased her pussy.
Her moans grew louder as he was now playing with her clit before she could scream no more in a huge orgasm and spurted all over my face. “I forgot to tell you Kylie-mom is a squirter, I’d like to say like you,” laughing hysterically. “Like you always did anyway!”. Mom got crimson from what he had said and I was all wet and also red with embarrassment.
He told Mom to get dressed. “Here is my paddle, best turn to punish Kylie!”. Mom grabbed the paddle before letting me down on her knees on the straight-backed chair that Dad had spanked me on. Another list of things I had done wrong was quickly gathered earlier; Thwop! Thwop! Thwop! Thwop! A steadily determined rhythm rose at my backside as she pounded harder and harder with each new stroke. Again I broke into tears and begged her to stop, offering to improve my ways or ask something of one of them.
She finally stopped with me having no idea how much I had gotten, my eyes burning with tears. ‘Thank you mom and dad’ I sobbed. ‘To our room from you! Shouted Dad.
Dad climbed on the bed and asked me to join him, making Mom kneel and watch as he fucked me in every possible position before finally shooting his load deep inside me. Then he had Mom lie on the bed before he placed me on her face, so she cleaned his cum out of me, and then I cried out as I orgasmed myself. We all lay on the bed together for a while. “Bedtime, Kylie,” Daddy snapped at me. “Night, I love you,” I said as I went to bed.