1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    primordial a****l surveying a new territory. I stepped into my s****r's room. I looked at the dolls lying about, and picked one up. This was the baby doll that we used when we played house. I had cradled it in my arms as its &#034daddy&#034 many times before, but there had always been a little girl around to take it away from me. Today, however, I could hold it for as long as I liked. I vaguely thought about how much I liked being its &#034mommy&#034 for a change, and noticed my s****r's robe lying across the bed. I touched it, and thought, &#034Why not?&#034 I stood and removed my pyjamas. I was naked in my younger s****r's room. That was Freudian enough, but nothing compared to what was to come. I picked up the robe, and found a &#034baby doll&#034 nightie underneath. I gazed at it for only a moment before I caught myself stepping into the panties, and pulling them up my legs. I had a little trouble getting my penis into them. It stood out rock hard from my body, and I had to lay it back against my tummy. I slipped the top of the nightie over my head, and felt the cool nylon fabric caressing my torso as it floated down over me. My nipples too were now erect, and I could just make out the outline of their little nubs poking into the fabric when I looked in the mirror. I tugged the robe around me, put my feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers, and trembled all over. To this day I find it difficult to describe what I felt at that moment. Something changed in me. I felt real and ...
    alive at last! As a boy I always felt as if I were acting a role in costume in some strange play. This was different. I was normal, the way I should have always been. I picked up the dolly, and went to the kitchen for my first breakfast as a girl. After breakfast I went back to wandering the house in the robe and nightie. This time I stepped into my parents' room. It was strange being there especially dressed as I was. This room had always been the inner sanctum of the whole house. As c***dren we might run roughshod through the rest of our home, but we always stopped at the door to this room, looked in, and waited for specific parental permission to enter. There was something almost sacred about it. It smelled lightly of &#034Old Spice&#034 and my mother's perfume. I walked slowly around the room taking it all in. I stood before my mother's bureau. I was pretending to be the &#034mommy&#034 of the house, and I wondered what a real mommy might keep in the drawers. I opened one, and saw a delicate pile of silk and lace. I took out a pair of my mother's panties, and held them up to look at. I knew at that instant what I had to do. The clothing of a little girl that I wore would suit me no longer. I was 15 years old, and enough of an adult to be left alone in the house for the day. Only the clothing of an adult woman would do. I may have never been comfortable as a boy, but I could now feel comfortable as a girl. I needed to know if I could feel comfortable as a woman! Was this ...
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