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Caught By Daddy

It’s not hard to not get caught…

My parents were in some crazy Christian cult you’ve probably never heard of. Extra misogynist. They told me my whole life woman’s role was to serve. I knew early on that’s the role I wanted. I’d burn with, giddy, nervous energy whenever they spoke about “good, submissive girls.” Daddy tried to interest me in the “benefits” of being with such a girl but I had no interest. I grew my hair and dressed in an increasingly androgynous way. They were concerned but let it slide at first. I was such a good, obedient boy, after all!

They finally spooked the first time I wore a dress. After spending days in my room they decided on a punishment to “scare me straight”; they’d treat me like a girl if I didn’t shape up. Oh no! 😀

I’d been jealous of Mommy for years. We fought just like any mother and daughter, never admitting aloud that the heart of our contention was that we both wanted to be the woman of the house, to be the one Daddy chose. Some daughters won’t admit this means they want to fuck Daddy, but I knew better. 

So I started dressing in tight jeans and short shorts, trying to seduce my father. I knew he couldn’t resist staring at young girls in tight clothes. I hoped I’d be able to flip that switch in him until he thought of me more as a piece of ass than as his son. It seemed to be working. I caught glimpses of the bulge in his pants when I showed off. I let him “catch” me napping in the living room in lacy panties, thigh highs, and a bra. From behind I looked just like Mommy. He got home from work and immediately began feeling me up. 

“Oh honey, what a treat. Our sissy son better not come home and ruin this or I swear I’ll fuck that bitch too.” I heard his belt buckle come undone. “Still asleep, honey? Well, no matter” I felt something warm and hard bump into my ass. His hands started pulling my panties down.

“Mmm, Daddy? Are you home?” I pretended to be groggy and half asleep. 

He fled. I opened an eye to watch as he tucked his cock away while heading to his bedroom. It was a nice cock.

“You better start dressing like a boy or we’ll teach you to act like a real girl. You know what that means!”

“No, Daddy, no!” I tried to make it sound convincing.

That night I listened at the wall between our rooms with a glass. Mommy was concerned. Jealous, I bet. But Daddy assured her that as soon as the threat of being treated like a girl became imminent that I would  snap out of it. Mommy giggled evilly.

“That little sissy won’t last an instant in a good, submissive girl’s shoes,” she said.  

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A GIFT FOR YOU
PART THREE
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“Yes mistress.” I said again, as she instructed me to cook her dinner for the fourth time this week.

My ankles were SO fucking sore, having had worn three-inch heels around the house to do all the housework for who I used to consider my girlfriend. Ever since she gained absolute control over me when that witch changed me into a blonde, she’s gotten a little out of hand.

“My pet,” she called me that now, I guess, “you’ve been such a doll, but I can’t help but miss the touch of a man.”

Alison stood close behind me, her fingers tracing the outline of my panties through the dress she made me wear. Over the past few days she’d made me wear all manner of feminine attire, even going so far as to buy me my own lingerie. The make-up and sexy poses she forced me in have almost become second nature…

“Mistress, does this mean you’ll turn me back into a man?” I asked, carefully, not giving eye contact as I tended to the meal.

“No, sweetie. It means I have a job for you tonight.” I could sense her menacing grin without looking. “I want you to find us a hot guy tonight and bring him here. I might even be willing to share him!”

The command was set. I grimaced as best as my face would let me. I felt Alison’s hand gripping my butt excitedly, leaning in to my neck to kiss me just below my ear. I swallowed, my eyes still focusing on my cooking, but knowing that my body would betray me and that I’d find myself taking some dude home with me tonight.

“W-why? Mistress, please…” I begged, knowing that it didn’t matter at this point.

“Mama wants dick, silly. And you don’t have a dick anymore. You’re too pretty for a dick. Isn’t that right?” She whispered into my ear, gripping my ass even harder, causing me to tense up.

“N-no… mistress, I can’t…” I shook my head. It was futile.

“Tell me you’re too pretty to have a dick.” She snapped.

“I’m too pretty to have a dick.” I replied, softly.

“That’s right!” She said, slapping my ass, causing a squeal to escape my lips. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense again, you hear me? If you’re going to talk about men, it will be like a horny woman looking for a good fucking.”

“B-but mistress, I just love cock! You know that, pl-please let me find a man tonight and bring him home to f-f-fuck me, too!” I clenched my fist, I didn’t want to say those things!

Alison plopped down on the couch and put her feet up. “We will see, my pet. We will see.” She mused further. “Your name is not Brett anymore, it’s Brittany now. Also, I want you to act confident and sexy around men. No more of this childish stuttering!”

I stared down at the food I was still preparing, my pampered blonde hair falling just into view. “Yes mistress.”

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My heels clicked on the cobblestones outside the bar I was headed for. My purse dangled lightly at my side. I didn’t really carry much on me, Angela said I probably wouldn’t need money.

I opened the door and was met by that familiar scent of booze and people. I scanned the room briefly, looking at the crowd for a suitable guy. In order to complete my command, I needed to score a hot man for my girlfriend.

Fuck this shit.

“Hey there, you looking for some company?” A drunk voice offered from behind me. I spun around and saw the guy checking out my ass.

Ugh. At least he wasn’t that attractive.

“Uhm, Yeah, but not with you. Sorry!” I smiled, turning back to the crowd and trying to make my way somewhere else.

“Pfft. Bitch.” I heard him spat. “Girls like you are always such cocksuckers. You should get a real man like me.”

I don’t know what it was, but suddenly I felt strange… Like I had made a mistake? I turned around to look at him again, and realized he *was* hot! Fuck, how did I miss that?

“Sorry, um, what was your name again?” I asked, walking back to him. I noticed his tattoos on his arms, and he looked at me strangely.

“Uhh, Dave. Wait, you just turned me down…?”

“Mmhmm, but maybe I changed my mind? You seem like way more of a real man, you know…” I twirled my hair. I just needed to get him home to Alison. “I’m Brittany, and I have a girlfriend at home that would just LOVE to meet you.”

“Changed your mind… girlfriend…?” He seemed lost. “Look babe, I just want pussy. You look like a good fuck…” he looked me up and down again, “…but I kinda wish you had bigger tits! Haha!”

I rolled my eyes, wishing he was a little smarter than this. Then, my chest started to swell, and I looked down in horror as my tits expanded, pushing out my bra.

Shit.

“What the…” Dave gazed at my new breasts, mystified. “Did I do that?”

“I, uh, have to go…” I crossed my arms over my chest, somehow fighting against my programming. I needed to get out of there, FAST.

“N-no, girl, stay a while.” Dave leaned in, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. “That’s interesting stuff. I wish you were a little shorter, too!”

I felt myself change further, shrinking down another few inches. “Uh… okay, I’ll stay…” I muttered. My feet wouldn’t allow me to move.

Dave looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Unfortunately for me, perhaps, the bar was crowded enough that no one was paying attention to us.

“Fuckin’ incredible. Come outside with me, Brittany.” He took my hand and I just… followed him. Conflicting thoughts rolled through my head: on one hand he was somehow also changing me, and on the other he was so fucking hot!

We went around the corner of the bar into the alleyway and he looked at me like he was crazed. “Take off your top.”

“Oh… okay.” I lifted my blouse over my head and revealed my now giant breasts to him. The bra I was wearing hardly covered them!

“What WON’T you do, babe!? Tell me you’re a good little cocksucker, too!”

“I’m a good little cocksucker, too…” I repeated to him.

“Hoo boy! I think I hit the fucking jackpot!” He cheered. “Forget about your little girlfriend, you’re coming with me!”

Girlfriend… girlfriend? “Um… what girlfriend?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him keep changing me like this! “Please, Dave, stop changing me… I can’t control it, you have to stop!”

“Pfft. And throw away a chance like this? You’re my girlfriend now, babe. And I want you to have a tattoo just like mine!” He laughed giddily.

My head was spinning. I put my arm up to my face and saw a swirl of ink crawling up it, creating an intricate tattoo sleeve. I thought I’d never had a tattoo before, but suddenly I felt like I could remember the pain I went through to get this one. I stopped to admire it before looking back at my drunk boyfriend still ogling my tits.

“God, Dave, why do you have to keep staring at my breasts? My eyes are up here.” I huffed, leaning into him. I was cold, and couldn’t for the life of me know why I would have removed my top out here.

He laughed again, seeming to sober up in the excitement. “Don’t be such a prude, Britt. You are a dirty little whore and you know it…”

Prude? Ha! I’ve never been a prude. “Mmhmm I know, baby.” I looked both ways to see if anyone might be watching, then got down on my knees in front of him. After all, I was a good little whore that loved sucking cock. I’ll show him!

“Gimme your dick, baby…” I said, reaching for his belt. He clumsily undid his pants and released his massive dick, and I didn’t want to wait. I slurped it into my mouth like a lollipop and feasted. It was sooo hot and musky!

“Fuck yeah, you’re so hot, girl. Ohh yeah.” He thrusted his dick deeper into my slutty little face, gripping my hair until it hurt. “Your name is Steph now, a good name for a cock slut Iike you! Come home with me.”

I licked his tasty precum and smiled up at my hunky boy toy. “Yeah, that’s my name, so, like, what? We gonna fuck at home? I want you to have sex with me right here!”

“Wish granted.” He took my hand and gestures me to stand up. He grabbed my waist and lifted my dress up until he could tug my panties down my hips. I leaned forward onto the brick wall in front of me and giggled.

“Oooh yes,” I said as I felt his wet dick tip rub against my ass. I was so horny, I wanted to explode!

“It would be hotter if you begged me,” I heard him say. “Beg me like a dumb broad.”

I NEEDED this! “Mmmm please baby, fuck me? Pleeeease? My pussy is so fucking wet, hon, put it in- oohhhhHH!”

I squealed as his dick slid into my dripping clit, and he wasted no time pumping his hard cock up inside me. My hands pressed against the rough wall as my world was transformed to dirty brick and flesh and cum. This was who I was, a dirty girl fucking her boyfriend in an alleyway.

“Yes, yes, yes, mmmm you’re so hard baby, please fuck me harder!” I screamed! I didn’t care! I was my man’s little dirty whore and if everyone at that bar found out I’d be turned on more! I massaged my clitoris as he fucked me from behind, and gasped as wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy rocked me.

When he finally finished with me my cunt leaked his semen, and I pulled my panties up to start soaking it up. God I felt so god damn amazing!! I kissed my boyfriend with my stinky dicksucking mouth and playfully patted his hard crotch.

“Let’s do that again sometime, stud.” I winked, brushing my tousled hair back into place to regain some semblance of my feminine dignity.

He took my hand and called us a cab to go back to his place.

Mmm, careful what you program your girl for.

She’d made me strip even though I really wasn’t comfortable with it. Especially not in front of these assholes. But my girlfriend had been working me up to this moment. “We’ll fuck so hard right in front of those jerks that were so mean to you and they’ll have to respect a guy who can get such a hot piece of ass. Only top dog can have me, right?” I couldn’t exactly tell her no after that. It would be an insult.

So it was a big surprise when she walked into the hot-tub with them and left me high and dry. “Sorry, but I see some top dogs, babe. You agreed top dog gets this ass, right?” I just nodded, shocked. “So if you’re not top dog, you must be a bitch?” Again I nodded, confused. “Good. So cover that pathetic ‘manhood’ and serve us like a bitch should.”

I put on her bikini in a daze while they all laughed and catcalled. I’d wondered why she’d made me shave my body and wear my long hair down, but now it felt so right. 

By the end of the evening we were together again, being fucked from behind on a large bed. “I’m so proud of you, babe! You could never see that this is where you belong. This is you. You belong to real men, just like I do.”

Your little brother always seemed like such a kid. Even when you all were kids. Four years was forever back then. So even before you started dating her, Silvie and her little sis (by just a year) would fawn over your cute brother whenever he was around. They’d play silly kids games, dress him up in girls clothes and coo, and let him snuggle into their laps and nap. 

He never seemed to outgrow that, in his eyes or theirs. At an age when you’d already been trying to date, Iggie was content to let Silvie and her sis put makeup on him and have cutesy girl sleepovers. Not to mention crawl over them in a way you didn’t think was proper anymore. By then you were dating Silvie and told her not to treat him too much like a baby. He needed to mature, and frankly you wanted Silvie to spend time with you doing more adult sleepover things. It was perfect cover, but you could never convince her to slip away and be naughty.

“Oh I think he’s plenty mature,” Silvie said, giggling. “Don’t you, Cammy?”

“Gosh, I’d say he grows UP, fast enough alright, sis.”

You didn’t understand them at all. Why would they spend so much time being so childish? They just stayed up late telling dramatic bedtime stories, apparently, laughing and crying out. It almost sounded painful. You wanted to barge in at times, but Silvie locked the door. When you rattled the handle, she’d teased you that “no little boys” were allowed while laughing and sounding breathless. 

Years later, Cam and Sil are still very close with Iggie and treat him like one of the girls. They embrace and kiss and are generally touchy feely. They don’t get to see each other as often, but when they do they all hole up in Igg’s old bedroom and cause a commotion for old-times’ sake.  You still don’t understand but by now you just think it’s cute.