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From the early childhood I wasn't interested in communication with an opposite floor, didn't interest also own as model of role behavior. But I always liked women's clothes, it was pleasant to watch mother, to watch how she directs usual marafet before an exit in light. It was pleasant to drag furtively at her cosmetics and to repeat ee a toilet in all smallest details. It was pleasant to sink in ee dresses improper for my slender teloslozheniyavpervye I learned that so me not so with approach of the pubertal period, and emergence of the first personal computer with connection to the worldwide computer network. Togda-to I also began to turn into the girl secretly. I began to name myself Alice and to tell o to myself from the female person. Of course, secretly, in that time as at school and with parents, remaining all that approximate boy, let also a little ordinary-looking, to men's-to measures, and effeminate. Actually, from here and further I will prefer to tell o to myself in a female sort. I already with might and main deleted long ago undesirable hair so all surface of a body, and already felt magic feeling of an anal penetration, with emergence in my life of the new silicone friend ordered on the Internet. Then I began to wear the magnificent women's lower linen which collected at me in surplus for couple of years of use of the Internet on a constant basis. Frankly speaking, all my pocket money left on my secret collecting of women's clothes. In a year the secret devchachyey lives I accepted the hard decision to spend on drink a course of hormonal tablets that in the next future not to lose the femininity. This decision meant completely to refuse purchase of new clothes, but as it seems to me it was worth. By eighteen years I blossomed, having turned in very nedurstvennuyu myself the person, to undisguised to amazement, a that and to bewilderment, people around. As if the disgusting duckling who turned into a beautiful swan. Thanks to gormonchikam I got breasts of the first size, an at my fragile constitution from sticking out popochkoy, I it was just indistinguishable from the real girl of average growth. I began to let grow hair. Girls from a class envied me, in that time as boys, usually, puzzly looked at me, throwing the estimating reserved views of my back. And everything went perfectly, that most fatal day when my mother died didn't come yet. She had a stroke. Na measure the father of ee I worked especially painfully: I often looked at the still not the old father and understood that from today's day he nobody, except me had. Mother was dear to me, but the father I wanted to console somehow him, to somehow help him. I took on myself all responsibility on the house: I cooked for it food, I erased and I caressed his clothes, I cleaned after it, would try what that was in the way to distract him a trifling talk on abstract subjects but every month he became more gloomy and more gloomy. He washed down. Somehow time, having come late night, home in a drunk look, it came into my room, having thought that I already sleep. Having approached a bed, he stroked me on the head. The father ispytyvyushche looked at me several minutes which seemed me eternity, a then quietly whispered: "A. as you are similar to my lovely Zhenya in youth" On his person zastruilis bitter tears. I didn't give to a look that bodorstvuyu, and it hasty left the room. Then I wanted to turn into Zhenya — my mother. I long thought how to become for him more, than the son — to begin his woman — to become my mother. In my head the plan of further actions gradually was built. I ceased to hide a make-up, walked in a women's shirt on the apartment in night time on what it, seemed, doesn't turn any attention. Every day I developed the popochku, every day I put to myself klizmochki, but it nothing is resolute in me I noticed. It became clear to me that it is worth beginning to work far more resolutely, than I act now. And here, in one wonderful day, I specially left a dildo on the most visible place. The father came home late in a half-drunk state. He angrily called me: "A., it that it?! Approach here!" Having overcome alarm, I left to him in the sexiest shirt, lace lower lingerie, kapron stockings and shoes on hairpins. — Yes, the father? The father was stupefied. — A., this it you? What that you on yourself got on? — angry notes weren't in good voice any more, skoree surprise and a fright. — Please, from now on call me Alice, my dear father. — Wait how why you so put on? — For you, the daddy. — playfully I answered, and I moved to him on a meeting. He recoiled and rolled up the head. — What you do? — half-whisper the father asked. — Anything such. — I told, undoing him trousers. He answered nothing, an only peered into my eyes even more fixedly. A I that time faced it on knees, being going to caress orally it shestnadtsatisantimetrovy the dick which was already standing in all the tool. Having kissed a head, I began to drive a uvula on all its length — from the basis to a tip — then took a head in a mouth and tried to move awkwardly the head backwards and forward. I left, it is necessary to tell, very nasty. No here the father didn't keep and spread my head on the pole on the basis. I as could, suppressed an emetic reflex, tears came into eyes. stories about sex It began to fuck, literally, my head! Having made couple more of frictions, he released the hot cum in my throat. I got up, having wiped back side of a palm of a tear and the begun to flow ink, and having smiled, told that it is still not all. He was silent and loured at me. I completely undressed him and having taken for a hand, pulled for myself to the parental bedroom. In the bedroom I covered previously a small table, put a bottle of wine and a basket of various fruit, but it, without having turned on all it the slightest attention, attracted me to myself. Suddenly his strong hands were twisted around my devchachyey of a waist, in that time as our lips adjoined, a languages were weaved in a passionate kiss. I released the long ago already standing penis from under elastic bands of panties that our dicks could adjoin in not less passionate kiss. Having recoiled, I whispered to him on an ear: "the beloved daddy, please, make me the woman!" He took me for buttocks, in the turn I clasped him with legs, and we fell to a bed. I don't know how many minutes we spent in this passionate texture, hot caressing each other, but in a final result, I softly pushed away him and got up a crustacean, having stuck out the appetizing buttocks. Itself without trusting the ears, I said by a languid voice: "The daddy, I ask, take me! Make of me the mistress, the bride!" — Yes A Alice you you are my bride! — the interrupted whisper he said — and thrust on the balls the penis in my male pussy. Delightful pain spread on all my dicks and I loudly moaned. He drove the of the decent sizes prichindal without using lubricant, but with each blow to me it became more pleasant and warmer, and here I already for the first time cum without touching the dick hands. It was enough for about ten minutes which to me seemed for hours. And here, he lowers in my bosom hot spermumy, silently, lay, without daring and to look the friend at the friend. And here his hand begins to caress me on a buttock, here he takes me again and again, uses me as maybe as wants kisses me on a neck, on a breast, on lips. We were engaged in sex all night without a break until both fell without forces and fell asleep in tenacious embraces each other. Na the next morning, I regained consciousness one in the parental bedroom. I is frightened I looked round around. I called the father, but the answer didn't follow. I jumped on legs and was run on the apartment. And here I heard a ring of the keys opening an entrance door. The smiling father with what-to parcel entered the apartment. — With eighteen-year-old, my lovely Alice! — he exclaimed, stretching me a parcel.