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

    gave it to me as a present, the way he used to do with Mommy. I enjoyed having Daddy breathe in the aroma of the perfume as well as having him run his fingers through my long hair. I knew he really enjoyed the soft silkiness of my hair. Sometimes, I purred with pleasure as we cuddled close, especially because it brought back such warm memories of watching Mommy cuddling in Daddy's arms on the sofa, although to be honest I had always felt a little jealous that Mommy had gotten all of Daddy's attention back when she was alive. As my skin got softer and my breasts began developing, I could also see that the estrogen was lessening the development of my body hair. I also started shaving my legs, which I found not only a sensual experience in itself because it allowed me to slather my legs in shaving cream and then after the shave to massage in creamy body lotion to keep my legs supple and moist, but I also loved the way my shaved legs looked. This inspired me to use the Internet to order hair removal creams, including bikini zone creams that took away all the hair from my shrinking testicles and pubic area, as well as chest and underarms. Soon, I had no hair on my body except the luxurious, long hair at the top of my head and my carefully trimmed and plucked eyebrows. It felt so good and I loved the way my body looked. With my soft skin, I was more and more desiring to have soft, womanly curves as well. I deeply desired a curvacious figure, breasts, hips, a round bubble derriere. ...
    I wasn't where I desired to be in my body development, but I could tell that my softening feminine features felt good to Daddy, too. He not only liked running his fingers through my soft silky long hair, but more and more he began stroking my soft skin as we watched TV and I began stroking his chest as I rested my head on his shoulder. We often just wore our bathrobes in the evening so his chest was bare and I liked the feel of his strong pectoral muscles and the thick chest hair, in such contrast to my slim figure and hairless chest with my nubile breasts. I especially liked it when he would let his fingers roam on my soft skin, his hand on my shoulder, or sliding his hand down and scratching my back, or gently rubbing my leg. His fingers would stroke my shoulder and play along my clavicle, but even though I longed for him to move his hand downward just a few inches and fondle my budding breasts, he wouldn't do it. I thought Daddy might prefer the feeling of my fingers on his skin if I grew my fingernails long so I could run my fingernail down his cheek, his neck, and then scratch his hairy chest. As my fingernails grew longer, they didn't look quite right if I didn't put nail polish on them, so I began getting manicures, which I thought made my hands look ladylike and sexy. One time when I came home from school, I saw a package on my bed. It was a beautiful pink silk nightgown. I recognized it. It was Mommy's. There was a hand-written note. "Dear Danni, I never want to make ...
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