1. My Love for Daddy Transformed Me


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Transsexual, Transvestite, Virginity, Author: willingwimp, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    As bad as my mommy's untimely death was for me, it devastated my daddy. He fell into a deep depression. Daddy had no interest in seeing other women. To be honest, he had no interest in anyone other than me after her death. I had no idea what to do to pull him out of his depression, but I slowly realized that the only person who could replace her was me. Oh, yeah, I probably forgot to mention, I was their son, not their daughter. But I did look a lot like my mother, and not at all like my daddy. I had her silky blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and her small frame and had no traceable characteristics of my father, who was darker and certainly bigger. Also, Mommy's name was Danielle and they named me Daniel because even when I was first born I looked so much like her. Daddy called us both Danni, though until Mommy's death, I spelled my name differently, Danny. Daddy would spend a lot of time staring at me, but I didn't begin to get the idea of the new role I would play, until he looked at me one day and said, "Danni, you look so much like your mother, please don't cut your hair but grow it long like her." More than a year passed and I didn't cut my hair again, letting it grow past my shoulders. I also loved to blow dry, and I learned to make it fluffy like Mommy's, so it didn't just hang limp on my shoulders. When I was going through some of Mommy's things shortly after her death, I noticed her birth control pills, and out of curiosity, or in memory of her, or, really I don't ...
    know why, I started taking her birth control pills every day. Somehow, I thought they would make me feel more like Mommy. When the month's supply started to run out, I easily refilled the mail-order prescription and was able to keep taking my daily dose of estrogen. Over the next year, I could feel my skin softening, I marveled at the swelling of my nipples and was fascinated and thrilled at the growth of the tissue surrounding my nipples, first just a sort of puffiness, but then, yes, small but nevertheless real, shapely, sensual breasts. During the first year after Mommy's death, even as we were still mourning our loss, Daddy and I grew much closer. Evenings were special. We would often cuddle on the sofa while watching TV or a movie. Daddy would put his arm around me and I would move next to him enjoying the warmth and masculine strength of his closeness, which awoke in my a feeling of femininity, of wanting to feel protected and possessed by him. Once Daddy, said, "Danny, can I ask a favor?" "Sure, Daddy. Anything." "Could you wear your mother's perfume when we sit on the sofa and watch TV?" Just hearing the question caused me to get aroused, somehow to imagine a girly me that would be pleasing to my daddy turned me on so much. "Oh, Daddy, I would love to do that, especially if it gives you pleasure. I love the way it smells too." From then on I would wear Mommy's perfume in the evenings. Daddy even bought more when hers began to run out. He even had it gift-wrapped and ...
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