From a young age, I identified as a girl. I’ve always been attracted to boys and men, and I started dressing like a girl at 16. I was bullied so much at school, even called a twink or a femboy, that I changed schools and went to a school where bullying is dealt with very strictly. I haven’t been bullied since I started at that school. When I was 16, my biological parents found out that I felt like a girl and even wanted to change to align with how I felt inside. It was like their love for me was gone overnight. My parents wanted nothing to do with me because they were strict Catholics. And they didn’t accept my transition from Jonas to Julia. [Photo live transgirl Natalia].
Since my parents and I no longer had a relationship, I was taken in by our neighbor, who was transgender. My parents were dead set against me becoming what they called a “she-male.” But Suzan, our neighbor, had fought for me to be allowed to win, and she became my new mother. I started calling Suzan “mom” when I was 16 and moved in with her. Before I came out to my parents, I already had a strong connection with her because I could be myself with her.
She was also interested in what I was up to in school and in my personal life. I experimented with blowing boys, blowing myself, and kissing, but I never had sex. My school was more diverse, with a mix of cis and transgender students. I was 17 and had girlfriends and boyfriends who were cool with it, so I got along well with them. I was also the only one in school with a driver’s license at 17. Unfortunately, I wasn’t allowed to drive alone until I was 18. This might also be why they wanted to be friends with me. The girls and I often discussed boys and who we were interested in romantically. I was a big fan of Justin Bieber.
I frequently fantasized about him walking into my bedroom and taking me hard. I also had a bit of a thing for older men. If they had a nice body, I’d be happy to give them oral sex. Later on, I also realized that I was sexually attracted to women, ladyboys and pretty much anyone. I often discussed this with a friend on the phone. One evening, Suzan gave me a call. When I walked into her room, she was standing there naked, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her penis. Her entire body was still wet. From her round breasts with cute pink nipples to her cock, which was still dripping with water. As I sat there watching, I bit my lip and took a deep breath. As she smiled, she said, “I just wanted to make sure, but I really think now that you’re pansexual, dear.” I wasn’t sure what that meant.
She also told me that I fall for all genders, which was true. I usually dressed in femboy cosplay clothes and had dyed my hair blue. Perhaps that was why she was starting to feel aroused. But before it got too intense, she said we were moving. I’d stay at my school until the move started, which would be a week after summer vacation. She also mentioned that this would be my last birthday at the school. I would turn 18 two days later, and I was really looking forward to it. I quickly went to my room to get away from it all. I couldn’t stop thinking about Suzan’s cock. I found myself wondering if Suzan would still want to have sex with me after the operation.
And would Suzan be the first to have sex with me after the operation? When my birthday finally arrived, I quickly got out of bed. I had just turned 18 and was immediately flooded with congratulations. By Suzan and all my friends. As Suzan hugged me, she said she had a surprise for me when I got back from school. I was distracted all day at school because I was excited about the present waiting for me at home. After school I went home quickly, but I would get the present only at the end of the party.
The guests included friends of mine and Suzan, as well as classmates. On my 18th birthday, I met Suzan’s friend Manon. She was really nice, and we hit it off right away. After singing and cutting the cake, it was finally time for the main event. I was led outside and asked to close my eyes. When we got outside, I heard the guests cheering. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was sitting in a brand new Mini Cooper. I was so excited that I jumped up and down and even jumped on top of Suzan. As I gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek, I thanked her over and over again. I was finally allowed to drive on my own when I turned 18. I had to wait until we had moved. No problem—I now had a brand new car. The last three days of school seemed to drag on forever. The last day of school went by surprisingly quickly. We said our goodbyes, with tears in our eyes. I’m not sure why, since we would still see each other outside of school.
When I got home, Suzan decided to take the new car for a spin. We walked together to the car and got in. On the way, Suzan told me we were going to live one door down from her ex. He had been married to a transgender woman and now to a man, so there wasn’t much tension. When I asked how she ended up at the house, she said it was through a friend. The big day finally arrived. The movers were all very handsome. All sweaty and in a shirt didn’t help matters because I was getting excited. I tried to avoid them as much as possible. I figured the move would take at least two days. But it all went smoothly in one day. By the time evening came around, we were both pretty tired in our new house.
Suzan thought it would be a good idea for me to meet the neighbor soon. By the time morning came around, we were all pretty tired. In the morning, after showering, we had to unpack the boxes and get everything set up. That took all day. We also had to wait for the fitters to put the beds and cabinets together. After dinner, I went to see him for a quick visit. His name was Hank. Hank’s husband Calvin wasn’t home. When Hank opened the door, I was pretty blown away. I can see what Suzan saw in Hank. He was a very attractive man. He had a broad body with muscles, a tight stomach, blond hair, and green eyes. I was at a loss for words, but Hank quickly said, “You must be Julia?” All I could manage was a brief, “Um-hum.” Once Hank let me in, I asked him if he minded how I was dressed. I had blue eyes, and I was wearing a short dark blue skirt, a black top, and black gloves. But Hank said he’d seen it all before and that he’d counseled many young people who were like me.
Hank used to be a counselor for young people who had issues because they were different. During our chat, Hank had lots of questions. I kept my eyes averted throughout the entire conversation. I found Hank really attractive, and I got the feeling he was aware of it. When Hank handed me a drink, I took a big gulp right away. Then Hank asked if I had a boyfriend. I felt more relaxed then and was able to look at him. As Hank looked at me with a smile, I got lost in thought. I kept looking into his eyes without realizing it, and I said no. Then he gave me a little rub on the cheek and asked how a girl like me hadn’t already been swept off her feet by a lucky guy. In a soft voice, still with big eyes focused on his beautiful green eyes, I replied, “I don’t know.”
Then the phone rang, which caught me off guard. I turned around too fast and spilled my drink on Hank’s pants. We both stood up quickly and I apologized while trying to dry his pants with my hand. But I had spilled everything over his crotch. As I was drying his pants, I realized he was hard, but I didn’t notice at first because I was so panicked. Then Hank took my arms gently and said with a smile, “It’s not very calm, but…” As he held my arms, we made eye contact. As we looked at each other, I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. Hank came closer, gradually. I then took a step forward. He kept holding my arms, now pressed against his chest, and pressed his nose against mine. Hank kissed me on the lips without any resistance. I thought you were only interested in men, Hank said. I was dressed in a way that was traditionally associated with girls and had a voice that was similar to theirs. The only difference was that I had a penis. But Hank took my hand and placed it on his bulge.
I noticed he was hard, and from the feel of it, he was not small. “Does this feel like I like men?” he asked in a soft voice. When he felt under my dress with his hand and felt a hard one through my pantyhose too, he said, “The boys don’t know what they’re missing with you, beautiful one.” When I looked at him, still smitten, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He put his hands on my butt and pulled me closer. As my hands were pressed against his chest, I felt his erection against mine. He then held my buttocks firmly and started kissing me. As I let Hank take the lead, I felt his hands move under my pantyhose, and he slid his hand between my buttocks. When he put a finger against my vagina and pushed it in a little, he stopped kissing me. While he had his hand on my cheek, he asked, “Are you a virgin?” I replied, “Yes, daddy.”
But I quickly changed my answer to “yes, Hank.” Hank smiled at me and said, “I’m your daddy for now.” When he started kissing my neck, I had my arms around him. He whispered, “If you want, daddy will make you feel good.” I’d never been fucked in my hole before, only my mouth, so I was nervous. But Hank said he’d deflowered people before, and they always left him with a smile. He asked, “Do you want to feel daddy’s cock, princess?” I replied, “Yes, daddy.”
