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Out Of The Closet
Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 31

    My first crush. It was prom season and my mother gave me her credit card and sent me downtown to buy a dress. Usually she went with me, but that time she sent me alone with the credit card. I went to a name store that stars with S and I went up to the women's counter and asked where I could find the prom dresses for the season. After getting directions I ended up in the right department, being ten thirty in the morning I was the only customer and this woman said she would help me.

    We went through many gowns, turning them most down because I felt they were too revealing. She insisted on showing me gowns that were revealing, plunging necklines, she told me I had the boobs to carry it off. Against my better judgement I went into the dressing room to try on one of the gowns. I stepped out into the dressing area with all the mirrors and she pressed the gown against me, told me to tip toe so see the height, she got behind me and put her hands under my boobs and lifted them up showing me how the dress would look with my boobs sticking out. She held my boobs, she held me feeling my boobs and told me I had wonderful boobs and what was I ashamed of.

    We were alone and she gently kept feeling my boobs, not moving, not saying anything, like coming out of a trance she told me I needed a different bra and she stepped down and told me to wait and she would be right back. I took my boobs and lifted them and looked at myself in different poses, she returned with a couple of bras, unzipped the dress and dropped it to my waist and undid my bra and I was topless, she was behind me and took my boobs in her hands and she squeezed them and plaid with them as we looked in the mirrors, she whispered that I had the nicest boobs she had ever seen and I needed to let them breathe, enjoy themselves and why was I torturing my boobs in that bra.

    She picked up one of the bras, cupped me in it and measured out the straps and fitted me, all the time rubbing my boobs, having me stand there while she told me how wonderful my boobs were and any woman would give her life for boobs like that. She asked me how old I was and I told sixteen and she said I had the boobs of a grown woman, no one would guess that I was sixteen, and she repeated she saw boobs all day every day. She fitted the bra and told me that one was for every day, she would get me another one so I would have two but I needed to get rid of that rag I had brought in. She took the bra off and she held me tight topless and gently cupped me and held me real tight and whispered that I really needed some loving, she could tell when a girl needed to be loved.

    She turned me around to face her and she said she just wanted to make sure that everything was real and she bent down and kissed each one of my nipples telling me she wished she could love me. The spell broke and she turned me around again and from behind she put on the next bra which poked by boobs straight out. She told me that one was for the dress, she wanted every girl at the prom to feel intimidated, great boobs needed to show. With that bra on, in her arms and her gentle not stop caressing of my boobs in that bra she hugged me tight and kissed my cheek and let her hand run down over my naked belly and she put her hand down inside the waist of the gown and over my panties, using her middle finger to outline my pussy, her other hand holding me tight by my boob while she kissed my neck and cheek.

    Her finger solidly in the middle of my slit she pressed into my panties and started to rub my clit. I guess she held me up, I went into an almost immediate orgasm, not a little one either a real deep one that made my heart run and my legs feel weak, while I trembled in the arms she kept saying "Oh, baby, Oh, baby". When I was done she turned me around into her arms and held me for the longest time. She kissed me gently, my first kiss and then pulled my gown up and adjusted everything, measure for the seamstress and told me I was going to knock them all out and to make the girls cry.

    It was several years before my crush slowly ebbed out, because of where I lived and where she worked I only got to see here when we went downtown to buy clothes. My mother felt that I had gotten uppity only wanting to buy clothes at S, but that is where she worked and she helped me find things that always made me look good. She always complimented me, and if the dressing room was empty she helped make sure everything fit. We had many short hot sessions of kissing in the dressing stall, of letting me touch her boobs, of touching her pussy as she touched mine, we had to be careful because if someone walked in we had to pretend to be finishing the fitting. It was my first love affair, in the dressing room of S.

    Still my heart, I am still in love with her.

    #43742 — Comments (0) — Mar 15, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 35

    Church ski trip, 1998, I was sixteen going on seventeen. Every year from the time I was fourteen we went on the spring ski trip to Colorado. Nothing different this year. The ski trip was usually about eight girls, no boys went on these trips, they had their trips on their own. That year we stayed at condo that slept a whole bunch of kids, the adult chaperones got the big bedroom and the kids all spread out in the other three rooms. In the room I was in there were two double beds and we flipped coins with this girl as to who got the window side of the bed.

    That ski trip is when I first touched a girl's tits, sucked on her nipples, felt her hot hand in my pussy, kissed on the lips, fingered pussy, showered with a friend, and by the end of the trip we had slept completely naked, taking our PJs off after we were in bed. The other girls were sound asleep, but they weren't.

    Slowly the story got out, about maybe someone had seen us kiss, or maybe when we were in the got tub and she leaned against me I had put my hands on her tits, well one of the girls vaguely remembered hearing all kind of noises from our bed, we were called in separately to the Pastor's office, there was a lady from the church present, and he asked if the rumors they were hearing were true. I flatly denied it and got up angry and called him an asshole (ooops) and marched out. My girlfriend got the warning and she also kept her mouth shut. But we couldn't keep our hands off each other and at a school party we were caught kissing and not by just one girl but by two and they confronted us and told us that we were gay and they didn't want us in their church.

    We were both called in with our parents, the proof was irrefutable, and the rumors of the ski trip had to be true, the Church, the one that ruled over everything had a strict policy about homosexuality, which my father argued and he agreed was about male homosexuality which dealt with penetration, but two high school girls who just liked each other and kissed, well my father argued was it appropriate to excommunicate them, and throw the families out of the Church? We were saved, but of course the rumors were rampant and we got a talking to when we got home, I did confess to my mother but not my father that we had slept naked on the ski trip but not since then and I did 'feel' something. She said it was hormones and what I needed was a boyfriend.

    What that meeting at church did, what it did to us was push us over the edge. I told her in no uncertain terms that I was in love with her and not a little bit either, and I spread her legs apart and showed her and I told her to do the same to me. This wasn't kissing, or cupping tits, or snuggling together. Going down on her was outright sex, that was sex, no different than penetration, I used my tongue and my finger.

    Well what of it, the church never tried anything stupid again, my father had then cornered, the policy was about male homosexuality, you know sticking a dick up another man's ass, but it didn't say anything about two young girls who liked to suck tits, and stick their face in each other's pussy. The word vagina, or pussy, or breast, was not in the policy. We were not asked to leave the church, what we were asked to do was to keep our hands to ourselves around the church and the parishioners, we agreed but mostly because our parents told us to cool off.

    But hormones are crazy, our senior year was crazy, we didn't date officially but we went to the prom with two other girls who just so happened to like pussy and we ended up at the lake house of one of the girls all four naked in a bed, but we didn't trade pussy, jealousy just didn't allow it. It was the first time that I ate pussy in front of other girls, they ate pussy too, we sucked tits and we made out together, but couples, no swapping, we had sex all night, anything goes sex and we got pretty nasty outdoing each other, that night we found out for sure if we were out and out lesbians, we proved it to each other, that night we swore ourselves together.

    Lesbian sex once raw and out caught me by surprise. This woman, we were women by then goin to turn eighteen, I got raw with emotion, I ate her up, kissing her was like a dose of adrenaline, her tits against mine drove electric sparks through my body, and her pussy, how do you tell someone what it is like to eat pussy? God, I swear I loved to eat pussy and not one single time did I ever ask myself why don't I like dick.

    We are thirty seven year old women, big tits, wide ass women who are blond and blue eyed and we suck pussy like we are crazy, we love camping, we are pretty much into the outdoors, we are both gainfully employed in real jobs and make very good money, we live in North Carolina and her look or her presence or God know what it is drives me crazy, I definitely love big boobs, and I love her wide hips and her pussy, but I love her too, in quiet times, talking about money, or where we should go on our next cruise. She manages the money, and I manage the trips. That is how we live, unabashedly out, our pastor from our childhood church says hello ladies when we are in town to see our parents, we do respect him we really don't get into public displays of affection, we have our bedroom for that. But I do want to say, I have never wanted dick, never called my attention. My mother never got her wish, no boyfriend, ever.

    #43736 — Comments (0) — Mar 14, 2019 at 10:48 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 44

    A younger boy talked me into exposing my dick. We sat facing each other he fully dressed and me naked. I was fully erect when he reached out and grasped my shaft gently wanking it. 'You like that don't you slut'. I submissively replied, 'yes'. He got his phone out and snapped a couple of dick pics. Laughing he forced me to suck my own cock and again took a couple of snaps. He then wanked me from behind increasing the pace a little. The little bugger had sent the snaps to his mate who had just entered the fray. He confidently walked in knelt before me and placed his mouth onto my sensitive meat. 'Come on Joe suck him off', the boy barked. Joe pushed me onto my back, with my legs spread his now dominant penis entered my ass. The boy was now face fucking me, his mate using my arsehole and I just accepting my situation. 'Get into the doggy position and beg for cock bitch'. On all fours I begged for it and like a wanton whore was roasted by the two and accepted their loads. Before leaving they enjoyed spanking my ass and humiliating me verbally. I want to try it again but with different men to prove to myself I really am a whore for cock cock cock.

    #43678 — Comments (0) — Mar 8, 2019 at 9:54 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 46

    I George Evans am a 46 Man from Mishawaka Indiana. I am a married closeted gay man who hates pussy and will only ever serve cock. time to come out. :) put me on blast baby. no turning back!

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    The year was 2013, I went to Mazatlán with three other girls on Spring break. We stayed at this low cost motel/hotel two beds one room so we could save on expenses. I got bed number two by the window with my friend Karen. We got drunk and we went back to the room to puke and get over it. Karen was less drunk and she put me to bed and got in beside me and cuddled up and put her arm over my chest pulling me towards her and she kissed me. I was drunk but not passed out and lay there wondering what had happened.

    The next morning Karena and I stayed in bed after the other girls got up and went to get something to eat. Once they were gone I asked her about 'last night', I mean what was that all about, getting me undressed and kissing me when she thought I was passed out. She went around the bush a little and I said cut to the chase, tell me what she was doing and she said well she had never kissed a girl and she wanted to see what it was like, a drunk passed out girl? Anyway I said well if she wanted to kiss me she should kiss me when I get to feel something too, so I got on her and kissed her myself and I told her to kiss me back.

    That Spring Break Karen and I got naked and made out and ate out and breast played, when the other girls were not in the room. We didn't hook up with any guys, we stayed away from getting drunk again and we went back to the room early to get naked and get in bed and make out and sixtynine. Each time I ate her pussy it felt better and better and when she ate my pussy it felt better and better and we slobbered around making out, sucking tits and eating pussy.

    When we got back to Alabama I told her that what we had done on Spring Break was not to get out, we had fun that's all. She agreed. We tried to stay away from each other but I called her and told her that I needed to see her and I wanted to show her how much I missed her. As soon as we got together we fell on her bed and started to make out and we ended up eating pussy. I fell to the ground at the foot of the bed and I told her I gave up, I wanted her pussy and I went back to eating her and after she came I laid down beside her and asked now what?

    We ate pussy, that is what we did. We made out, that is what we did. We lay in bed until noon, that is what we did. We hooked up, that is what we did. We became exclusive and our close friends figured it out, our friends from Mazatlán confessed that they had seen us and left us alone in the room, we kissed at a party for her birthday, we essentially came out as a couple on campus.

    We are much more settled down, we both work and we get home in the evening and we have a bite to eat, watch television, get ready for bed and sleep. On weekends we lay in bed together and on Sundays we go to church. I guess that once every two weeks we eat pussy or something like that, we kiss to say hello and good night, we are 'out', we don't hook up with anyone else. I haven't wanted to be with anyone, I want to go home and be with her. What changed is the desire to get naked and have sex. It takes a lot to get that going, maybe it is work stress or we are just an old 'married' couple but I miss the spontaneity of just getting naked and making out.

    We have bought tickets to go on a cruise later this Spring, we want a honeymoon which we never had, we graduated and we went to work two weeks after we got out of college. I want that feeling again, that is what I want.

    #43620 — Comments (1) — Mar 4, 2019 at 2:33 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    Today I am women's soccer coach at a private school. But when I was in high school I was a soccer player in a private school. We were a small school so I knew all the players and over the years I had pretty much spent the night with all of them at one birthday party or another. We were all getting bigger all over and some of us were turning into hard body girls and others were syphoned off to go to Home Ec. or some other equally useless course. There was no way that I was going to stop playing.

    In the tenth grade a senior girl dared me to suck her pussy. We came off the pitch, we hadn't showered and she sat back on the bench and opened her legs and told me to get down and suck her pussy. The other girls watched. I didn't know it at the time but it was my initiation into their very special club. There were parties, sleep overs, and usually the parties were held at this one girl's house who had a pool cabana away from her house. We ate pussy there, we had tits, we got naked, we watched hard core lesbian movies that somehow some of the girls got on a disc.

    Our teacher had played soccer in college and she told me that I had what it took, and if I let her she would put me up for a scholarship. She took me under her wing and in my senior year she told me that she believed I would get a soccer scholarship at the University of Oklahoma. She kissed me, and not in a sisterly or motherly way, and I ate her pussy.

    At the University of Oklahoma I met this Texas girl, she was from the Dallas area and she was just so perfect, blonde with blue eyes, tallish and hard, and she was standoffish but I could tell that she needed a pussy eating to fit in. I obsessed over her pussy for the longest time and then I had the chance, we were at a party with a lot of other college kids and the opportunity presented itself and I got her cornered and said that we didn't have to hang out there and we could go back to my dorm and I would show her what it was like to be admired and loved. I ate her pussy and she admitted to me that she was one of us, she just didn't want that reputation at school.

    But we had been thrown together and she became my first steady girlfriend and like it or not she got the reputation. We finished college and I got this job that I have. I have a squad of mostly girls from professional families, they are all into sports and other activities, the school that I teach at doesn't accept boys so most of the socializing is between girls. I can pick them out, those that have already tried and those that are going to try. It is a look that they have, the way they look at their teammate, the ones that are in love and those that have a crush and those that do it for fun.

    I don't fantasize about them, it is their turn to have fun. I eat out with my steady who teaches across town. She ended up with a teaching degree and she teaches American History and is the girl's basketball coach. We compare notes, her students are mostly inner city and it is the same thing there. You can tell and we are hardly ever wrong. Its like a guitar string, we know when it is in tune.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    Going on an out of town football trip with several of my sorority sisters I shared a room with Stephanie. She was also a junior , very Cajun from North Louisiana with dark hair and blue eyes. We got a room with two doubles and after dinner with the other girls we went to our rooms.

    Quickly she got undressed and walked around in her panties and no bra. I sat on the bed and just looked at her until she caught me and asked what my problem was. My answer was half jokingly that my pussy was wet and her answer was for me to get my mind out of the gutter. Still kidding I asked her why she didn't come over and give me titty and she answered that I didn't know what I was getting into.

    Her titties are so firm and full and so just right and her nipples are so big for her titties and her panties just seemed to be on too tight and she fell over me onto the bed and I opened my legs for her and sucked her titties. She held my head with her hands and I reached under her and touched her pussy through her panties. She called me a bitch but fell to one side and I got over her and really started to suck titty while I felt her pussy and got my finger down into her slit, found her vagina and fingered her.

    She was compliant and she took her panties off and opened her legs so I could really get my fingers into her, I kissed her mouth and then I went the other way and I kissed her pussy which was so wet that I had to finger myself while I ate her. Stephanie it turned out was a little lesbo bitch herself and she loved to make out and eat out and finger fuck. What started as a joke ended up being a full blown make out and eat out session, going back and forth, until we went into climax and laid there on the bed just holding hands.

    Stephanie is not your normal little lesbo sorority bitch, Stephanie has been lesboing around since she was in high school and she was the teacher and not the student that night. We slept naked and in the morning she clung onto me and rubbed her clit up against my hip and she gave herself a climax. We showered together and went down to meet the girls for breakfast and everyone talked about the movie they watched on pay per view and who watched porn and who watched a movie. We said we watched a lesbian porn movie, we didn't tell them that it was in 3D.

    I fucked with Stephanie all the rest of our college days and I had to decide to go to Monroe with her or break up. I chose Monroe. There isn't much to do in Monroe, it is a small town of married people with a couple of clubs but not lesbo scene. For that we drove to Shreveport where we found a couple of clubs where we could go and just lesbo all night long. I grew up in the big city and she humored me and we would go to my hometown for long weekends, but the rest of the time we lived in Monroe, under the blankets and in the closet, I worked for the bank as a teller and Stephanie worked for her parent's business in the front office.

    We got discovered a year later when we were at this church service and I was spotted putting my hand on her shoulder and whispering in her ear and caressing her hair. It was unconscious, I love being affectionate and I was lost in thought that day. We were confronted by one of the women of the church on behalf of the pastor and I confessed to lusting for her and no I didn't care what the church thought of it. We were thrown out of the church and that was the beginning of our decision to move to the Big City where we could live in peace, fuck when we wanted, make out in the movies, hold hands in the park and basically be as lesbo as we wanted to be.

    For all the bad things about Monroe Stephanie's parents said OK if that is what you'll are. We know that they had to have suspected because in our college days we were noisy bitches when we went to see them. Sure eating Stephanie in her father's house was something I had to do and she had to let me.

    On the day that we decided to be prime time lesbo queers and throw off all the blankets, open all the closet doors, call her my woman and give her my ring we got nothing but go for it girl cheers, I am talking about our sorority sisters now, because they were never fooled about us.

    #43570 — Comments (0) — Feb 28, 2019 at 4:32 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 38

    For a variety of reasons my mother and her older sister never got along. We lived in our small city in Mississippi, my father is a boat captain and my mother is a real estate agent, we are family of three kids, go to school, band, cheerleading. My aunt lives far away in D.C. intentionally single.

    I don't even remember why I asked my mother why I she didn't get along with her sister and I got the same answer as always, "I don't know, she's different". When summer came I asked my mother if I could go visit her sister, I really wanted to bring them together, I was sixteen and wanted to fix the world and after a whole of lot himming and hawing she called her sister and to everyone's surprise my aunt was all for it. I packed my bag, and I went on my first solo airplane ride to D.C. My aunt met me at the airport and we went to her house.

    My aunt was in her early forties, she worked for a large law firm as a secretary or I guess paralegal, she was really good looking (so is my Mother) but she was dressed professionally, that is to say she was not feminine in any way. Her hair was short, she did not have her finger nails painted, she didn't wear jewelry and she walked like a man. I noticed. At her home she showed me to my room, she asked what I wanted to do, she took some days off from work to take me around. She got tickets to the White House through her boss, we went to the Museums, we went to the "Hill". Then on Friday night we went out to eat and she said a friend was going to join us.

    Her friend Janet was a woman in her thirties, also naturally attractive, with bosoms, tits, breasts, knockers, her neck was long, her legs were toned, her hands were smooth and lips were just so just right, I noticed. She wore these pleated pants that just seemed to disappear between her legs and I just could not stop looking. And her breasts, so full, so gorgeous and she wore a top that left me breathless, and she hugged me to say hello and she sat beside me and asked a thousand questions, she put her hand on my leg, she told me she thought I was pretty and she nice to me all around. I sat beside her so wet, it was obvious and I kept crossing my legs, I went to the ladies room to clean up, my panties were so wet that I took a pad from the dispenser. When the dinner was over my aunt asked me if I wanted to go down to Virginia and if I didn't mined Janet was free and she could join us.

    Janet's goodbye that evening was a long hug and a pleasure to meet you and she gave me small kiss on the cheek and told me again that she thought I was pretty. We went to Virginia, to a farm that was owned by one of their friends. The woman was in her sixties and she had inherited the farm and she had prepared a real nice lunch for us. Janet was dressed in this sweater, a bit odd for the time of year, but she wasn't wearing a bra and when she hugged me it was obvious, she touched my face. We were walking around the garden of the house and my aunt came up to me and asked me what I was thinking. "Oh, nothing", but she asked me why I got flushed around Janet, I was acting like my baby crush was getting to me and maybe what I needed was a girlfriend of my own because Janet was her girlfriend, they were very close if I got the meaning and she said it straight out, "those tits are mine".

    All through lunch the conversation was about the hidden pleasures of being friends with women. The hostess like I said was woman in her sixties but she asked me if I was experienced and what did I think of Venus' nectar, because in all of God's creations He had not created anything so sweet. We went into the living room, which was a large room with a view of the gardens and she asked me question after question about my feelings, and several times she asked if I had a special friend, a young woman to share myself with. She went on and told us about how when she was sixteen she got her first kiss, from a girl in high school and she fell in love. She asked me about my first kiss. There was a picture book of her when she was young and her special friend, she told of the times when they had to hide because her parents were against that relationship, but God didn't make her for man , He made her for something else, just like He had made me, she was sure of that.

    The conversation ended with "you need a girlfriend sweetie, a girlfriend that can take you by the tail and shake you, a girlfriend that can kiss you, a girlfriend that can soak you with Venus' nectar". On my first trip to D.C. I met this girl, she was the daughter of one their friends, a girl in her twenties going to Georgetown, she wasn't shy but she wasn't sure about what she was supposed to do, the ladies left us alone and we went out to have a hamburger, we walked around and I guess she just felt she had to hold my hand. Yes she kissed me but when we were back at my Aunt's house and there were other couples there, she asked if I was trying things out because she wasn't interested in playing that game, if I was interested then kiss her back and not stand there. She had been told to take me to a bedroom and she did, I found out what the Nectar of the Gods was, I found out that kissing her was addicting, I found out that she was in between being hard and soft, and she didn't know what she wanted but she was sure I was soft. We got totally naked, she kissed my thighs which I thought was weird, she kissed me and drank of my Nectar, she gave me her Nectar to try, she likes tits and so do I, she was nothing like Janet, but she did have tits and so do I.

    I fell in love and she thought me a pest but never turned me down. I went to D.C. to see my aunt and she took me out and we spent all our time together. When she finished college she just happened to come south and we went out and got in her motel room and she asked for a yes or no, once and for all. It was yes and I got into college at Williams and Mary where she had gone to study law. We were much younger than my aunt, but the whole community had women of all ages it just so happened that I was pretty young. My girlfriend says I'm soft but she will take it, really she is more soft than hard but she pretends to be hard with me and I let her. It's like Janet and my aunt, Janet is definitely soft like me and my aunt plays her part but she is a softie at heart.

    That's my story, my aunt has Janet, my aunt and her friends picked well my girlfriend and I have been together since that first kiss when I was sixteen, twenty plus years ago.

    #43535 — Comments (0) — Feb 25, 2019 at 9:01 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Transsexual Male / 48

    I am a crossdresser I live in Lakeland fl. I love to have sex with men and I do it all the married men seem to want a crossdressers and the sex is out of this world and I love the sex and I have more orgasms then I ever did before and I love when they cum inside me its so hot and when it runs down my legs I feel more like a women everyday and I hope it never stops I am also on hormone therapy male to female and been on that for 5 months now I have a whole closet full of women clothes and shoes I have a small dresser full of bras and panties and pantyhose I wish this was online for everybody to see I feel sexy and it makes feel like a women

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 18

    Strictly speaking, I'm not gay. But because I am very feminine and have been since I was a toddler, everyone assumes that I am.

    I am also not a transgender female. But since I am so feminine and always have been, my mom assumed I was.

    When I was 10 years old I began an interest in cross dressing. I loved to luxuriate in soft silky girl's clothes and put on make-up and style my long hair. But I never really thought of myself as a girl transgender or otherwise. It thought of myself as a sissy faggot who also just happened to be very attached to her cock and balls, especially her balls and who also just happened to also adore girls both as friends and as potential future sex partners.

    When I was 12 my mom caught me in drag, make-up on, hair in pigtails, high heals and all her favorite garments. For a brief second she was pissed that I'd borrowed her things without asking. Then she was shocked that her son was in drag then she wasn't shocked and said she'd known all along I was either gay, transgender or somehow both. I tried to explain that I was none of the above and that I just liked to pretend I was a girl. So she took me to a psychiatrist who specialized in such things and he talked to me forever and on more than one occasion and then a few weeks later informed my mother that I was merely an effeminate bisexual cross dresser, which I'd already tried to tell her. So he would not sign off on declaring me officially a transgender female which would permit me to use the girls rest room and take gym with the girls and go to school dressed as a girl. Only there had been a resent law suit and so all the schools were terrified of being sued so when my mother asked if it was OK for me to attend school wearing the girl's uniform they bent over backward's to accommodate me. The school nurse and principal were in a meeting with my mom then they brought me in and asked me what my gender was. I blurted out, "sissy faggot." But that I was considering "shemale." Just saying that to both women made me tingle between the legs. They tried to correct me and coax me into admitting I was transgender female but I told them I would not presume to pretend to be an authentic female. I'd heard part of that phrase elsewhere earlier in the week and thought it sounded nifty when I said it. So they said that if I won't admit to being transgender female I can't use the lady's rest room or lady's locker room but I could take gym class with the girls. I could also come to school dressed in either the boy's uniform or girls. I could keep my hair long in any approved girl's hair style which included pigtails. So Mom bought me a full wardrobe of girls uniforms and some girl's gym clothes including a sports bra.

    So there I was in the 7th grade, the youngest grade in St. Patrick's Academy. Our progressive bishop had told the parochial schools to be sensitive to the needs of transgender children lest they be sued. So I wore the burgundy plaid pleated kilt style girl's skirt. Mom carefully read the regulations and hemmed my skirts up the shortest the school permitted with only an eighth of an inch to spare. I wore the short sleeved white blouse with the girl's version of the school patch over my heart. I wore the girl's burgundy knee socks trimmed with a ruffle at the top. I wore school approved girl's brown leather shoes. I had the burgundy and white girls gym uniform with white girls gym shoes. I had the girl's burgundy v-neck sweater and wore my long hair in pigtails held up by burgundy silk satin ribbons. My nails were done in regulation burgundy. No other color was permitted except natural. We could wear a subtle shade of lipstick on Friday's if over 14 but Mom gave me some and showed me how to use it and none of the nuns complained.

    The first time I used the boy's rest room in drag was deliciously humiliating. The boys all called me sissy or faggot and I corrected them by saying "that's MISS Sissy Faggot to you!" But the best part was when the absolute cutest 13 year old 8th grader in the entire school grabbed me at lunch and pulled me into the gym and forced me to give him a blow job while he verbally abused me. He came in my mouth thus deflowering it and that is when I fell in love with the flavor of sperm. I told no one and made myself available for the same fun the next day and frequently after that.

    Many of the nuns gave me dirty looks but were warned by the mother superior to be nice to me. One nun said I looked very pretty and will make some man a nice wife one day forgetting I had testicles. A testament to my mother's cosmetic skills.

    That was six years ago, I recently turned 18 and will be graduating this spring. I have played on some of the boy's sports teams. I'm particularly fond of baseball. I wear the boy's sports uniforms when playing but change into my girl's school uniform when the game is over. the only thing is I always wear my pigtails, long burgundy nails and lipstick on the mound. I'm a relief pitcher but I have won a few games for the team so nobody hassles me about my hair, nails and make-up except our opponents who stop laughing when I strike them out. The thing is my favorite part of going in drag is when the girls ridicule my total lack of masculinity and when the boys demand blow jobs and the best, the very best, are those few times when I get to be viciously ridiculed by my female classmates WHILE they watch me suck a male classmate's cock.

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