I'm sitting here getting ready for another night out with the girls. While getting ready, my thoughts turned back to the first time I dressed as a girl.
I was only 8 years old at the time. Being that young, I didn't realize that other people counted just as much as I did. I wanted everything and expected it too. Well, mom finally had enough of this and just before Halloween told me that I was not going to be allowed to go trick or treating because of me behaving particularly badly lately.
Well, as you might imagine, that really set me off. I screamed, cried, threw things. Just about everything a kid could think of doing. Exactly the wrong thing to do once my mom got mad.
I did shut up once mom said okay, that I could go. She even told me that she'd make my costume for me. Well, being only 8, I didn't think of how quickly she gave in. No suspicion at all that she might be thinking of something else.
Of course, mom was always sowing, so I never really paid much attention to her when she sat at the sewing machine. All I knew was that somewhere in all that sewing, my costume was taking shape.
Well, the big day arrived. Came home from school really anticipating going out and bagging myself a load of candy. Mom was waiting and told me I had to eat first and do my homework before I could put my costume on and go out trick or treating. Not knowing what was coming and thinking only of all the candy, I actually cooperated. Not realizing how late this would actually make it.
Got the last vegetable eaten and all the school work done. Then mom said okay, that it was time for me to get dressed. Well, instead of the expected biy costume, she brought out the most beautiful princess gown. As you might expect, this had me pitching another royal fit. She quite calmly told me that if I wanted to go out tonight, that I'd put on the costume she'd made. The only alternative was to stay home in my room. Well, candy was just about the center of my life, so I submitted to the costume. She had everything too, not just the dress.
I thought the costume was bad enough, but almost decided to stay home when she got out her makeup kit. It really felt strange to have her applying makeup. Once the ordeal was over, she walked around me and pronounced me ready for trick or treating.
Really dragged my feet going from house to house at first. Getting compliments about what a beautiful little princes I was. Things started to pick up for me when I realized I was getting more candy than I expected because I was so pretty. ctually more than I could carry. We had to return home loaded down with goodies. Mom thought the one trip was enough, but I wanted more. Surprised her by begging to go out again. Even as a princess.
That's how it started for me. Once I realized how much more I could get dressed, Halloween always saw me as a girl. From there it was also any other excuse to dress as prettily as I could.

good but not much to it. try adding more details and a little longer plot, like going into the teen years or something like that

Of course, once I got too old for Halloween trick or treating, I continued to dress in secret. Mostly borrowing mom's things whenever I could, but every now and then acquiring something of my own. Took up swimming as a competitive school sport as an excuse to remove any hair my body produced. Made a lot of friends as an excuse to dress in public every year by inviting them to a big Halloween party.Conversly, I let my hair grow long as I could to enhance my appearance when dressed up. This lead to my first major appearance in public as a senior in high school. There was a big debate in civics class about sexual discrimination. Talk turned to beauty pageants and how they affected the perception of what a woman should be. This lead to talk about things on a local level and that lead to the election of home coming king and queen. Well, this lead to one of my friends suggesting that I run for home coming queen as a protest against the unequal standards between men and women. Though I was secretly elated, I did put up a protest that was more than just a token. The thing that persuaded me was my civics teacher promising an A for the course if I ran and kept a diary of each day. Well, I got mom to take me shopping for enough clothes of my own to keep me going for a week. That and a salon treatment where everything was done from head to toe. A lot of people were really surprised when I actually won by a really narrow margin. Well, that lead to interviews on radio and television. Talk about nervous when the big night arrived! You've heard the term "sweating bullets"? Well, I was sweating artillary shells. Oh but, I did look gorgeous that might. Hair, nails and toes all done professionally and wearing a really beautiful dark green gown. As you might expect, people had been able to sneak all sorts of stuff into home coming. I wasn't planning on getting high, but the nerves needs something to calm me down. Without realizing it, I was getting comfortably blitzed. Afterwards, one of my friends offered me a lift home. On the way home he remarked about my looking really pretty and that it was a shame that I wasn't really a girl. I was kind of surprised by this, but leaned closer to him to whisper my thanks. Next thing I know, we're in each others arms trying to see how far we can put our tongues down each other's throats. Had to pull over before we had an accident. What a thrill it was to feel his hands on me while we were lip-locked. I had to return the favor. Wow! He was really hard even when I first touched him. Well, I just had to see if he tasted as good as he felt. He was! I wanted him in me so badly, I almost couldn't get my mouth off his cock. Well, I was lucky that I was completely free of any body hair. It made my climbing aboard him a lot easier than I thought it would be. Even though I was a virgin and his entry was painful, my joy at being fucked like a girl just outweighed that. Of course, the pain didn't last very long, but the pleasure grew with every thrust of his cock in me. Well, in all too little time, he shot his load deep in me and that caused me to go over the top and blow my load for him.

THANK YOU!! That was nice

I have to admit that the first time was quite an experience.Of course, it left me wanting more. That Summer after graduation, I started going out to all the local hot spots trolling for the guys looking for something different. I also worked on refining my look too. Have to admit that I looked hot. Didn't take me long to find one or two guys that became my regular dates. Summer seemed all to short. Getting ready for college really cut into my fun time. I was lucky to get a partial scholarship to a local college, but still needed to work to pay the balance of tuition. Didn't know it, but I picked a great job. Working for a company that manufactured all sorts of pharmacutical compounds. At first I didn't really care what I was doing as long as I got paid for it. Well, after a while I noticed that my nipples were becoming extremely sensitive. That and my breasts started to swell. Company had yearly physicals, but I escaped that by getting my job just after last physical was done. Kept working and growing, hiding the breasts by wrapping them tightly and wearing loose fitting clothes. Easy to do during the day as I was still living at home. Yes, the college was that close. Well, by the time next Summer came around, I had grown a decent sized set of boobs. This was an added thrill for the guys I was seeing. Also felt great when guys would mount me and play with my tits while plowing my south 40. Knew it would happen one day and boy, was I ever nervous when it came time for the company physical. What surprised me was that the doctor didn't react as I expected he would. When I asked why, he said that it was nothing new for him. Seems the compounds I was working on affected a few guys that way each year. Guys didn't show because they had surgery and transferred to other departments. Of course, being a college student, I couldn't afford surgery. Doctor had to tell my boss at the plant, so I was expecting it when my boss called me in to his office. Boss started out asking if I was thinking about surgery. Told him that I couldn't afford it and would just have to keep hiding them. Boss asked if he could see how bad my condition was. I was kind of reluctant, but the boss explained that he, like the doctor, had seen it happen before. I realized that that was true, so took off my shirt and unwrapped my chest. Boss went WOW! Those are larger than most. By this time I was a full C cup. Boss stepped close and started handling them. Tell me, he said: are they terrible sensitive? I mean after being wrapped so tightly all the time. I had to admit that they were. That sometimes the slightest touch could get a reaction. Even his examination was causing my nipples to become erect. I was hoping that he wouldn't notice, but he did. He also noticed a growing bulge in my crotch. Say, you're really turned on by this, aren't you?, he said. Couldn't say no as the truth was staring him right in the face so to speak. Well, rather than stopping, he started to tweek my nipples with his fingers. Without thinking, I leaned back to make my tits easier for him to reach. Still, I had to ask him to please stop. He replied - why? Don't you like what I'm doing? I had to admit that I did and asked him to please, don't stop. Well, with that he put his lips on one nipple and started sucking at it and flicking the tip with his tongue. Oh man! No thought at all went into my reaching for his head to pull him tighter to my tits. By this time, I could see that he also was turned on. Had to reach down to feel the growing bulge in his crotch. You like that? You want it? Of course, I had to say yes. Well, having said yes, I unzipped him. Oh boy! A monster swollen cock sprang out at me. Even though it was already hard, I still wanted to touch it. Reached down and began stroking it, watching it grown even more in my hand. Well, all of a sudden, he pulled away from me. I wondered what was wrong until he sat behind his desk and told me to come over there to suck him. Well, I did. While I was, he was playing some more with my tits. It wasn't too long before he had me stop. He told me he wanted to cum, but not in my mouth. By this time, my body was in complete control of my mind. The only reply I could think of was to beg him to fuck me hard and deep. With that, I bent over his desk after dropping my pants and undies. I was so hot, that the coolness of the lotion he used to lube my crack seemed almost frigid. Stopped noticing that once he thrust the swollen shaft of his cock deep in my ass. Only thing I could do was moan with the pleasure I felt with each thrust he made. Almost too soon, he spewed deep in me. Feeling each pulse of his shaft as it deposited his sperm in me made me spew my own load. Afterwards, he said that the problem I had wouldn't affect my working at the plant. Needless to say, there were several private production meetings from that point on. One thing, I also started getting bonuses in my paycheck. That helped with tuition and living expenses quite a bit.

Great, a happy ending.

I thought that I'd really hit my stride. Things were going so well for me. Then I got curious about how many others there were like me. Decided to use my brand new computer to do a little internet exploring. Oh wow! I couldn't believe the number of sites there were dedicated to individuals like myself. Decided to contact one with my story. Sent along a picture too. It was quite a surprise when they contacted me and asked me if IO'd like to do a photoshoot for their web site. I have to admit that I was reluctant to pose at first, but it became a real turn on as the session went along. Asked me if I wanted to put an ad in their personals page. Well, I didn't know what that was all about, but I said sure. Little did I know how that'd really change things for me. Started getting calls almost right away. At first I didn't know what was going on when the guys started asking about my fees. Wasn't long though before I figured out that the "personal" ads were for escort services. Didn't know what to say, but looked for other websites for transsexual escorts. Found a couple that listed fees and based mine on the average from those other sites. Whole lot of variety and a whole lot of fun. Then I started getting questions on whether I was strictly a bottom or a top also. That kind of confused me, but checking the ads on the other sites, I saw a lot of the girls mentioned this. I'd made a few friends and asked them about this. Well, that was quite a revalation. I'd never thought about giving as well as taking, but decided it could be worth my time. Oh my! Was I ever right. It was quite a turn on to be in control. I'll still go both ways, but find myself taking on more of a role as a top. Then there were other connections made. When I'm not doing private sessions, I'm now getting paid to do it for the cameras. I wonder if there's any more I can do that'll equal or increase the sheer turn on of giving a guy a deep tissue massage.

that is a holiday for kids it is just commercial like other holidays

Im still a virgin just waiting for the right cock and that sounds like a fun way to loose it!

was nice maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

Great reading!

I love your story cant wate to read more.