Becoming A Girlbydrlove1968©
This is a story how I became my step moms little girl. You see I had a very tragic childhood as a boy and grew up to become the girl I am today. But then again it is not so bad because for some strange reason it does feel very normal to me because it is the way I was raised and at times I have felt very much loved.
I was raised by my step mother because my father was left with me when my mother ran off when I was very young. So young that I don't even remember her, the only mother I remember is my step mother. I think my mother had a drug problem or maybe she just couldn't handle me or the responsibilities of being a parent. Either way my father was left to raise me on his own when I was just a couple of years of age.
That must have been very hard on him also but then he meets my step mother and they were married and she has always been there for him. She had a daughter herself and we became a family. My father was on the road a lot making money as a truck driver and I was left at home with my step mom and sister. That was ok also because my father was not much of a family man anyway. He felt like he made the money and paid the bills and it was my step mother's job to take care of the house and the two of us. He was gone a lot only coming home about every other weekend and sometime less. He treated the three of us very good I guess in that way but I would have loved to have been able to spend more time with him.
When he was home he use to buy my step mother and sister things like clothes and make up and such, stuff a girl would like. He also bought me toys that I liked very much like video games and such. I was happy to be able to play my video games by myself while my mom and sister did their thing. Mom was a little heavy but cleaned up nicely when dad came home and my sister was very pretty I always thought. I myself was always very self conscious because I was very skinny and felt out of place around the other kids. My mother was happy to let me occupy myself with my video games up in my room. My sister had her Barbie dolls and mom had her computer.
As I grew older I became more and more of a loner with me staying in my room playing my video games and very seldom going outside with the other kids in the neighborhood. As long as I kept my chores kept up along with my grades, my mother didn't mind. My sister was much more out going and was always going outside to play but we got along fine. Then as we became teenagers I noticed that when dad came home for his weekend visits he was splitting his time more and more with mom and my sister because they would like to go to places I had no interest of going myself and was much more then happy to be left at home. He also would take the time to spend equal time with the three of us alone for some quality time with him. He would take me to the movies and such and take my sister just as much to things she enjoyed. My father and mother would get all dressed up and they would go out on the town themselves.
Then at the age eightteen I noticed that on one of my fathers weekends home that my sister was acting a little strange about going with my father some where and him and my mother were fighting but it all worked out and they left for their weekend together. My mother was upset about being left at home but I hardly noticed because he had bought me the coolest video game in the world. Over the next few trips home I also noticed that my father and sister were spending more and more time together and my mother and father were fighting more and more. I didn't care and it wasn't really a big deal to me but then one day all that changed.
One day after the two of them had a big fight about my sister and father going away again. Which I always thought was because my dad was just supporting my sister's hobby of playing sports, my mother came into my room the next day when they were due home.
She woke me up with the news that would change my life forever. She had been up all night by the way she looked crying. She came in my room and woke me up and had me sit down on the bed next to her. That is when she told me that my father and sister were in an accident and were not coming home. I was devastated and cried like a baby in her arms. My life as I knew it was over from that point on. I was lost and only had her in my life now and wondered what would happen to me now.
After the funeral and all we were left with only each other. For a few weeks or maybe it was a month or two I didn't feel much like anything. My video games fell to the side along with my chores and grades. I was finding myself feeling lost with the lost of my family as I knew it. Then one day I came home from school and noticed mother was dressed very nice. She was going out to a support group she found and left me home to fend for myself for the night. I still wasn't handling the loss very well myself and she asked if I wanted to go with her but I refused.
She started meeting with them a couple of times a week and it seemed to help her a lot all the while I seemed to hide myself more and more in my room. Her life was getting back to normal while mine was becoming more and more that of a loner. She got a job while I didn't care to socialize with anyone. She had to take a job as a secretary to pay the bills while I could have cared less about getting a job, school or anything else. She would get me up in the mornings when she was ready to leave for work so I could go to school and I would be on my own to get ready for my day.
One day she came in my room still wearing her night gown and woke me up saying she over slept and I only had ten minutes to get ready for school. She rushed out of my room and started getting dressed as I slipped on my clothes from yesterday and left my room to start my day. That is where I saw her come out of her room in nothing more then a pair oh panty hose and a bra to get her clothes out of the laundry. The sights of her halve dressed like that really turned me on in some strange way and I watched her there until she retrieved her dress and disappeared into her room. I left when I was supposed to at the usual time but couldn't get the thought of her dressed that way and thought I might skip school today.
Instead of getting on the bus I headed for the woods until mother left for work. I waited until I knew she was gone for sure when I returned home and went to my room and thought I would relieve my raging hard on with some masturbation. When I had finished I felt much relieve and took a nap. My mother came home later that day none the wiser to my day and I thought how easy that was. The next few days were pretty normal and it was back to school for me. The next week I decided that school was not what I had in mind and would much rather stay home and do my own thing of masturbating and napping instead of going to school.
About the fourth or fifth time I did this was when it all changed because that is when she caught me sleeping in my bed. The school had called her at work and reported me absent and she came home to check on me. She came into my room and noticed my favorite magazine laid out and me sleeping very soundly naked on my bed. That was the first time she ever laid a finger on me by slapping me awake. I could tell she was very upset and that she was not happy at all to see me home and what I was up to. She sat me up on the edge of the bed by grabbing my arm and we had a talk about how disappointed she was in me.
"I can't believe you and how come you aren't at school and what is this disgusting behavior you are doing" she screamed at me.
Well being caught red handed and off guard I didn't know what to say to defend myself so I responded by telling her it was because my life sucked so bad and was so hard since my dad and sister died that I just couldn't handle it anymore. I was hoping for her to calm down and have some sympathy for me but she only got madder. She informed me that I had no idea how hard it was for her and that I had it easy. She went on to inform me that she was the one who had it rough by having to work, pay the bill's, and make sure I was taken care of and all my needs were meet.
She went on to explain that her job not only wasn't enough to pay the bill's we had but that the money from the insurance had run out. She continued by telling me that we were going to have to be moving because she no longer could afford the rent here. She let it be known that she was very disappointed in me and that it was not acceptable behavior.
Well I was not sure how to save face here at this moment so I kept trying to play the sympathy card by telling her that I never got over the fact of losing my dad and sister and that she didn't have a clue how I felt. That is when she turned red and slapped me hard across the face. She repeated it a few more times until I hit the floor. She then sat there for a minute which seemed like hours before she collected herself somewhat. She went on to tell me I had been the one who had no idea how hard she had it and that I had it pretty easy.
"All you need to do is go to school and then play your video games" she said.
"Your eightteen years old and don't work and will be done with school hopefully this year and still don't have any responsibilities."
She informed me that she was the one who lost a daughter, husband and lover. She was the one who had it rough and that her daughter and she were closer then me and my father ever were and that my father was no saint.
I snapped back by saying "My dad was to a saint and you're wrong."
That is when she informed me that my father had been having my sister perform sexual favors for him and that they had started fighting the last couple of years over the fact. She also informed me that she not only lost her little girl but that my father should have spent more time with the two of us.
"He wasn't much of a father at all and I treated you a lot better and cared for you a lot more then he ever did for you"
I was stunned and didn't know what to say except that I was sorry and it would never happen again. That is when she broke down and cried and grabbed me softly by the chin and sat me on the bed next to her once again. After a big hug which seemed a little awkward because she was right and I wasn't very touchy feely with anyone ever before. I much rather be self centered and alone having her take care of my every need. She then looked me in the eye and said it was ok and going to be alright. I was really hoping this would end and she would leave me alone with the news of my father and sister floating in my head. She told me to look at her and promise that I would never skip school again and that no matter what she loved me very much. She reached over and kissed me gently and told me she had to go and we would talk later about all of this. With that she left me there and told me to get dressed as she left drying her eyes.
After she had gone the thoughts of my dad and sister were all I could think about. He did seem to buy her the prettiest outfits and she was very pretty. Looking back I could put things together and I realized that maybe she was telling the truth. I could remember some of the fights they had. I could remember now how my sister started acting whenever dad was due home. And now I was left with thoughts of them together and the things he would have her do.
After thinking about it for awhile I was starting to get a hard on like no other because now a days with me being a typical boy, masturbating was all I could think about. I went into my sister's old room and it was still there just as she had left it. All of her things still there to remind mother of her I guess. I looked in her closet and there were all her dresses and things. I looked in her dresser and all her clothes were still there too. I sorted through some of her things and pulled out a pair of panty hose when the thoughts of my father and sister having sex really had me curious. That is when after playing with my sisters panty hose I had a flash back to my mother the other day dressed in nothing more then her panty hose and bra. I wondered if my dad liked the feel of my sister's legs dressed in them. I decided to try them on along with a pair of her panties and the feel of the silky material was exciting me beyond my wildest dreams. I laid down right there and began to whack off when to my horror the door opened up and there was my mother standing there.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY DAUGHTER ROOM AND IN HER PANTIES" she shouted at me instantly killing my hard on.
I had been caught once again but this time she was livid. She stormed in to the room and snatched me up by the hair and bent me over her knee while grabbing a brush off the dresser. She let me have it whack after whack until the fire I felt in my rear had me in tears. I was shocked, hurt, and embarrassed all at the same time as she continued to spank me with the brush until I fell off her lap and landed on the floor.
"It is bad enough you wanting to beat off and all but to also do it in my daughter's things is just wrong" She continued.
Once again I was speechless and just laid there while continued her rant because I didn't know what to say for myself. She went on to chastise me about how pathetic a boy I was and how disappointed she was in me. She stood me up and stripped the hose off of me and told me to go to my room and leave her alone. I quickly ran to my room, glad to do so also. I was glad to get away from her because she was so upset with me and my ass was on fire but also so embarrass at the same time for being caught in my sister's hose and masturbating once again by her.
It was getting late and I thought she had gone to bed and I was in the clear when she opened my door and came in. I quickly sat up and she sat down next to me and told me that things need to change around here and after giving it much thought that she had figured out away of making this work for both of us. She went on to tell me that masturbating is a nasty habit and that she doesn't wish for me to ever do that again. I assured her that I was truly sorry and she could trust me that it would never happen again.
"You just sit there and be quiet and let me explain" she whispered to me.
She went on to tell me that since I seemed to like dressing in my sisters clothes and playing with myself, that she has come up with a plan that should make us both very happy together and solve both of our problems.
My sister's things are still here to remind her of her daughter she had lost and that they should fit me very well. She also informed me that since I seemed to like wearing her things that she and I could become much closer by me wearing her things. I started to protest when she put her finger over my lips to keep me quiet and continued to tell me she didn't want me to talk but listen.
"Things are going to be much different around here from now on and you will soon learn to accept it or I could leave"
I was eightteen and could leave but not having many social skills and no where else to go, I just sat there as she continued to go on after a little pause. I felt stuck to go along with her and whatever she said.
"I think for now on you and me will get much closer and you can be the daughter that I lost as well as I can help control that little problem of you masturbating at the same time"
She then went on to explain that since her daughter has passed that she has missed being able to help her dress and that I could somewhat take her place to help her with her grief. Now not wanting to really go along with this but also feeling stuck and willing to do anything about now to make her happy, I agreed by not saying another word. She then handed me a baby doll outfit from behind her back that belonged to my sister and told me to put it on and that it was ok. I slowly got up and undressed and put the night gown on when a big smile came across her face.
She seemed very pleased with me and took me by the hand and said "I am so happy you have agreed to this"
With that she led me out of my room and down to hers while telling me that for awhile I should sleep with her while we got closer then ever before. She let it be known that she was very happy with me and that we could work though this together. She pulled back the blankets and helped me in the bed and tucked me in before she too took off her robe and climbed in bed. I was a little nervous but she soon had me feeling much better by rolling over and with a big hug and a sweet kiss good night before rolling back over and turning off the light.
The next morning I awoke in her bed and noticed how I was dressed and reanalyzed it wasn't a dream. When I finally got the courage to go out into the other room, she was busy making us breakfast.
"Good morning sunshine" was her greeting to me as I wondered what mood she would be in after yesterday.
"Come in here and help me with breakfast, we have a busy day today since we both have a long weekend off"
I slowly went in the kitchen when she gave me a kiss before asking me if I was hungry. I replied that I wasn't very hungry and just wanted to get out of this outfit I had on. She told me "Nonsense my little girl needs to eat"
She told me to have a seat and quickly had breakfast on the table. I ate so fast just to get it over with and then got up to go change when she asked, "Where are you running off to" With which I replied "To my room to change"
First off she said to me, "for now on your going to learn to do more chores around here other then just take the garbage out."
"From now on your going to help out with all the house hold duties around here and it is not fair for me to do it all"
With that I sat back down while she finished her food while she read her paper. After she had finished her coffee she asked me "Be a dear and get me another cup sweetie" She then went on to tell me that I needed to wash the dishes some before loading the dish washer. She did make it sound fair and I did do as she asked by taking our dishes to the sink. She continued her reading while I finished the dishes and then tried to sneak off to change.
"Now where are you going" she asked.
And once again I said that I wanted to go change but once again she stopped me by saying "But first you need a bath and for now on you will bathe everyday instead of every three days or so like you usually do" And she also insisted that when I am in the bath that I should shave that hair from body that she noticed last night that I had grown. Now this was going a little too far but she was in a really good mood it seemed so I went to take a bath as she suggested. As I went into the bathroom and began to run the water I stripped out of the baby doll outfit and began took climb in when she opened the door.
"Now now there is no need to close the door" she said as she walked in.
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before is it"
Well she was right there after seeing me in my most venerable state yesterday. So I climbed into the bath as she got some bubbles out as foamed them up in the tub. Then she went to the closet and returned with a razor and told me "Let me help you with those nasty little hairs since you haven't ever shaved before."
After getting all of them she could see she had me stand up to finish the job. When she was satisfied of her handy work she grabbed a towel and dried me off and told me to go get dressed that she had laid out my clothes for the day on my bed.
"We have a busy day planned and if you need any help to just ask"
When I arrived in my room the first thing I noticed was my sisters dress, hose, slip and heels laid out. I was shocked and dumb founded when all of a sudden I felt her standing behind me. I turned around and instantly protested by saying, "What the hell is this and there is no way I am going to wear that"