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Transformed by Uncle
Chapter One
As a toddler my mom and dad would always cringe when someone came up to
them and said, "What a lovely little girl." My mother especially took
great offense at that, but the truth is I did look more like a girl than a
little boy. As I grew up, my mom kept my hair very short and always
dressed in very masculine little outfits. For Halloween I was always a
cowboy, or a fireman, she dressed me in sailor suits. As hard as they
tried however, I had a very feminine face and when my blonde hair grew out
just a bit it would be very very curly.
I hated the toys they bought me. I didn't like the fire trucks or the
police cars or the GI Joes. I loved to play with the dolls my female
cousins would bring over. I was chastised by my father on more than one
occasion when he would catch me playing with my friend's or cousin's dolls.
I think he knew what I was. He was a learned man as are all of his
brothers. He was a doctor, his older brother is a lawyer and his younger
brother is a pharmacist. My mom was a simple woman, not very well
educated, but she was beautiful. I see pictures of her now and see a
little bit of me in her. She was tall, blonde, and you could tell she had
a great shape even under the dowdy and frumpy clothes she wore.
When I was 7 years old my parents dropped me off at my uncle Martin's house
for a week. Martin is my father's younger brother, he was single and
childless at the time. I loved him more than any other relative. Martin
had secretly let me play with my cousins dolls and he had even bought me
one and kept it at his house for when I came over. My mom and Dad were on
their way to Florida for their first vacation by themselves since I was
born. On the third day of their vacation they were on I-95 returning to
their hotel from dinner when a drunk driver crashed into them head on.
Life as I knew it had ceased to exist.
Martin waited until the next day to tell me. He let me have that last
night's sleep before giving me the news that would change my life
forever. When I woke up the next morning, Margarita, the Spanish baby
sitter was there when, but so was Martin, and my Uncle Joel and his wife
Dianne. I was only 7 but I knew something was wrong.
After the funeral, the family got together and decided that I would live
with my Uncle Martin. Joel and Dianne had three girls at home, and since
my mom was an only child and both her parents had died long before I was
born, every one agreed that Martin would raise me. My parent's home was
sold and the money from the sale of the house as well as the insurance
money from their death was put into a trust fund for me.
Life with Martin was great, immediately I felt different with him. I
didn't feel the pressure I felt from my parents to be such a boy. Martin
even agreed not to cut my hair, I had pleaded with him to let me grow it a
bit. He had also bought for me several dolls with frilly dresses and doll
houses, and matching cars. I adjusted to life with Martin quickly.
Although I sensed the freedom and the fun to play with the toys and dolls I
wanted to and to be the person I felt most happy being, I also sensed that
Martin started changing in his attitude towards me. I would catch him
looking at me for long periods of times, and he was always jotting things
down in a notebook he kept in his room.
By the time I was 11, my hair was past my shoulders, long blonde curly hair
and people often confused me for a girl, and at school the teachers
repeatedly sent notes home suggesting I get my hair cut. Martin always
defended me and responded saying that it was something I wanted. I was now
at an age where masculinity and femininity begin to develop. My femininity
was now obvious.
During the previous four years, Martin had allowed me to wear some of my
mom's clothes around the house. He later explained to me that at first he
thought I was just doing it to feel closer to her. But when he realized
that I was wearing them because they were the only female clothes around,
he started buying me about an outfit a month of clothes more getting for my
age and the style of the day. On my 12th birthday, Martin bought me a small
make-up kit, many beautiful dresses, and girls underwear. We had our own
private party.
Later that night Martin and I had "the" talk. I still remember his big
brown eyes filled with worry. His curly black hair falling into his face
and he pushing it back nervously. He started off by asking me about how I
was doing at school. I told him that it was awful, I hated playing the boy
games and that they always made fun of the way I ran and threw. I was
teased about my hair even though it was always very neat and in a pony
tail. By this point I was about 5 feet tall, very slender and with the
long blond hair. My lashes were naturally long, and it I was an easy
target for lots of the boy's teasing.
I found out later that during those first awkward years Martin had been to
many Parent Teacher Conferences about my behavior and my looks. It was
during those meetings that the school psychologist first suggested to
Martin I go to a shrink full time to see about my sexuality and my gender
Identification. But where to go.
Martin did a great deal of research, in the meantime I was continuing to
begin puberty. I was slowly becoming comfortable with my small boyish
penis and my small balls, but I had fallen into the habit of peeing sitting
down anyway. After 2 or three months of study, consulting many books and
visiting shrinks, Martin decided for both of us that I was going to start
taking female hormones immediately.
He sat me down that night of my 12th birthday and after asking me about
school and after I explained to him how unhappy I was, he asked me if I
wanted to live my life as a girl full-time from that moment on. I couldn't
believe it, I was beyond ecstatic, and I remember I just kept saying "you
mean it?" "You mean it?" and he smiled the most relaxed smile of the last
four years and said "Yes, I mean it".
Many months later Martin and I went to the small Pharmacy he had bought
with the help of my uncle and my Dad. I waited in the car for about five
minutes as he went inside. He came back to the car carrying a large box
with a Federal Express label on it. He got in the car and drove home.
This was an incredible day for me because it was the first time Martin had
let me go outside the house with a little make up on, just the right enough
of light lipstick for an almost 13 year old, and I wore a short skirt with
a matching blouse tucked in.
When we got home, Martin sat me down again and opened the box in front of
me. In it were many bottles of the same types of pills, and small bottles
with liquid in them. I froze when I saw the hyper dermic needles. Then
Martin explained that I was to get only two shots a month, one shot on the
first and then another shot on the 15th. But that I had to take a series
of these pills every single day. He explained to me that these pills and
shots would help me in becoming the girl I wanted to be. He told me that
my small flat boyish chest would begin to fill up and grow, that my small
light pink nipples would expand, begin to protrude and become more
sensitive. He made it clear that the little bit of muscle mass in my thin
arms and legs would soften and I would get curves like a girl, and since I
was starting this at such a young age, my penis would not further develop.
Everything was a jumble to me, all the technical talk, all the scientific
explanations, and I just didn't care. I was going to be a girl, and that's
all I wanted.
That morning I immediately started taking the pills. He fired Margarita
and we moved to another school district. He got me a new birth certificate
and on the document it said my name was Daniela and that I was a female
born on the same date and time that I was. He said that a man at city hall
owed him a tremendous favor and he got him my new birth certificate as
payment. I registered for Junior High School as a girl. The other problem
was Phys Ed class. He went to the school and got me permanently excused
from phys ed, during those 45 minutes I went into the library and read and
read and read.
It took both of us about 6 months to finally relax into our new roles. I
turned 14 after several months of taking pills and shots. From the
beginning of the first shots my nipples became sensitive. I couldn't stop
playing with them as they grew in size. They were getting longer and the
areolas were getting larger. By 6 weeks they felt thicker as if there was
something really down there under my skin. By 12 weeks or three months I
was at about an A cup. I stayed that size for almost 18 months. It was at
that time that Martin started checking me up physically for any side effect
of the hormones. He would give me a weekly breast exam, and he would with
great care check my prostrate for any abnormalities. As each day passed
and with the surge of female hormones I became more aware of my sexuality.
I also became more bold with Martin. It was during one of those exams
that I started to assert my sexuality on him. Martin is the tallest of the
three brothers coming in at about 6'1" he was stocky but without an ounce
of fat. He had a gym at home he worked out on religiously every single
day. He had curly black hair, and was the only one of the brothers that
got brown eyes. He had a strong hairy chest and he was just a thick man
all over , and from the time I was 7 or 8 I was physically attracted to
him. His arms and legs were thickly covered with dark, soft curly hair.
In the 7 years I'd lived with him, the most I'd seen of Uncle Martin were
passing shots when he was running late and running from the bathroom to his
bed room.
The physical exams that Martin gave me took place on Saturday
mornings. We would each shower in our separate bathrooms and I would put
on a robe. I'd meet him in his study or in the kitchen. He would look at
me and say "Hey honey, it's time." He always was so very gentle and
tender. He would almost kneed my newly acquired breast tissue with his
fingers looking for lumps, then he would squeeze just under the nipple as
well. First one breast than the other. I always got an erection, although
going into the 5th month they weren't as obvious because my little penis
wasn't sticking out as much, but I definitely got an erection. At first I
hid it from him, but after several weeks I stopped because I hoped against
hoped that he would notice it. Then we would go into his bedroom where he
would take out the jar of Vaseline and I would lay on my stomach with my
legs spread, he would put a large amount of Vaseline on his bare index
finger and very slowly insert it into my pink hairless bud hole. It would
go in far enough until he felt the small almond size prostrate gland
growing inside me. Then he would remove his finger and wiped me clean.
That was our standard operating procedure until THE Saturday my life again
changed....This time for the better.
I had gotten my shots on Thursday the 15 of that month, and for several
days after getting my shots I was always felt what could best be described
a cat in heat. On the nights following my shots I would lay in bed and just
pull and pinch away at my nipples, feeling sensations that were at the same
time frightening but bewildering and wonderful at the same time. The
Friday night before this particular exam, I had spent nearly an hour
playing with my nipples and sticking my skinny fingers up my own ass.
That morning I took my shower and put my robe on, my long long blonde hair
was wrapped in a towel over my head as it was every Saturday for exams.
But this time I decided to let it down. It was moist but not soaked, dry
enough so that the curls had spring to them. I looked in the mirror and
was delighted with the subtle changes in my face, and the not so subtle
changes my chest had undergone.. If I'd only known at the time I would
have realized I had the perfect breasts of a budding 15 year old girl.
I found Martin in his robe in the kitchen, he was usually dressed in his
Saturday uniform which consisted of sweatpants and a t-shirt. But this
morning he was still in his robe, he apologized and said he'd gotten a late
start. I walked into the kitchen and I stood directly behind him and said
"Uncle Marin, , I'm ready." He started to say the words "O.K" as he turned
around, but he stuttered and nearly choked on his dry cereal between the
words O and K. My hair was down, I had put on a light coat of lipstick, I
wasn't wearing my normal terry cloth robe, I had changed into a lace and
satin robe I still had from my mom, and the robe was opened enough to where
he could actually see the cleavage of the 15 year old she-boy standing in
front of him.. The look on his face warmed me and excited me. I was too
young to know what to call it, but I saw what I would now most certainly
would have recognized as desire in his eyes.
Before I go on, let me explain that in the 7 and a half years since living
with Martin, he always took great effort to hide his body from me, and gave
me all the privacy I wanted. I always tried to sneak a look at him, but he
was always very very proper. Martin had also devoted all of his free time
to me, there had never been any women in his life. He was 27 years old
when I moved in with him and now he was 33, and during those years, there
was no one in his life. He was devoted to his "project." Me.
That morning he followed me into his bedroom, where I stood at the foot of
the bed and allowed the robe to completely fall off of my shoulders. I
stood naked before him. My A-B cup milky white breasts were topped by my
large light pink nipples. They were hard because I was excited and because
of the coolness of his room. My hair flowed down my back with whisps of
blonde curls touching my face, shoulders and breasts. My light blue eyes
looked with longing at him. My slender narrow waist brought his attention
to the bit of boyhood I still possesed. Semi erect, coming out of an
almost white soft patch of peach fuzz. My hips where broader, almost even
with my shoulders now and my long slender legs were firmly planted on the
ground. He stood in front of me, and I swear his hands were shaking as he
tried to look at all of me.
He started the exam as usual by kneeding the outside edge of my developing
mammal gland. As he moved his fingers in toward the nipple I sighed with
pleasure, and that startled him. He stopped for just a second, and then
proceded with the exam, when he felt just behind my nipple and squeezed it,
I threw my head back and sighed again. I could feel how red my face was
getting. As I brought my face back to face him, I looked down and saw the
unmistakeable "tenting" of his robe. My uncle Martin had a hardon and that
in itselft stirred up all types of feelings within me. He moved his dark
hairy arm towards my other breasts and began the exam again and I let out
yet another sigh as he felt behind that nipple.
Then he palmed my breast, and he said in a voice that cracked with
nervousness "Dani these are growing beautifully, are you happy with them?"
"Yes," I responded. "I love how they look, how they feel, and what a great
feeling I get from pulling on my nipples." With that I looked down and
grabbed my exposed nipple between my index finger and my thumb and pulled
on it hard. "You really enjoy that?" he asked. "Yes I do" I took my hand
away just as his came up.
We were now standing facing each other as he pulled gently on both my light
pink she-boy nipples and I noticed that his breathing was starting to
change and that his eyes were fixated on my breasts.. All I could say is,
"please don't stop." After a few minutes of this (which seemed an
eternity) I reach down and I attempted to untie his robe, he pushed back
and said, "No dani, this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this." I grabbed
his hands and put them back on my nipples and said "I love you Martin, I
want to be your lover." The best I could do at fifteen, but it worked
because he started pulling and pinching my nipples again. He didn't move
away this time when I went to untie his robe. Then I pushed it open and
reached down and took his 8" thick uncut dick in my hand and started
massaging it. This was the first time I had ever touch another man's cock,
and it felt like I was holding on to fire. I couldn't take my hands or my
eyes away from it.
I allowed my self to fall back onto the bed at the same time pulling my
uncle on top of me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh
as we came face to face. I put my arms around his neck and brought my face
up to his and we kissed. Deep passionate kissing, with great longing, his
toungue down my throat I alternated between sucking his tongue and letting
him him bite my lower lip. I could feel my hips almost involuntarily begin
to grind against him. He slid off of me just far enough down so that his
mouth was now directly over my nipples.
He wrapped his amrs around and under me, lifting my chest to his mouth, my
head tilted back onto the bed. When I first felt the warmth of his mouth
on my nipple I felt a shiver through out my body. He took as much of my
breast in his mouth as he could, then slowly allowed almost all of it to
slip out. When he got to my nipple he clamped his teeth down on it and
sucked. I felt electricity running from my nipple to my belly then to my
groin. He alternated nipples spending several minutes on each. I couldn't
take it anymore, and I started shaking with a feeling I had never felt
before. I convulsed several times as I had my first orgasm. When I opened
my eyes Martin was looking down at me, and at the age of 15, I knew what
love was.
Martin moved up from my now very sensitive nipples and started kissing me
again. The full weight of his body was still on me, and I could feel him
reaching for his nightstand. He opened the drawer and I saw the large tub
of Vaseline come out. He stuck his hand in it as he continued to kiss me
and as my sperm continued rubbing into our skin. He slid his hand between
us and with one strong moved spread my legs. He put his hand beneath me
and with expert fingers separated my firm ass cheeks and began applying the
Vaseline to my hairless hole.
With the first thrust of his index finger into my virgin hole, my nipples
again hardened. He lifted off of me and I could see his massive organ
jutting out from between his legs. The large purple head glistened from
pre-cum and I instinctively reached out to touch his low hanging and hairy
balls. He pushed me back onto the bed and started pulling on my nipples
again. He stopped long enough to place my legs on his shoulder. I felt
the head of his dick push against my anal opening. He looked at my with
his hands on my hips and said "I love you Dani." Then my Uncle Martin
began to truly make me his "girl." More later.
Chapter One
As a toddler my mom and dad would always cringe when someone came up to
them and said, "What a lovely little girl." My mother especially took
great offense at that, but the truth is I did look more like a girl than a
little boy. As I grew up, my mom kept my hair very short and always
dressed in very masculine little outfits. For Halloween I was always a
cowboy, or a fireman, she dressed me in sailor suits. As hard as they
tried however, I had a very feminine face and when my blonde hair grew out
just a bit it would be very very curly.
I hated the toys they bought me. I didn't like the fire trucks or the
police cars or the GI Joes. I loved to play with the dolls my female
cousins would bring over. I was chastised by my father on more than one
occasion when he would catch me playing with my friend's or cousin's dolls.
I think he knew what I was. He was a learned man as are all of his
brothers. He was a doctor, his older brother is a lawyer and his younger
brother is a pharmacist. My mom was a simple woman, not very well
educated, but she was beautiful. I see pictures of her now and see a
little bit of me in her. She was tall, blonde, and you could tell she had
a great shape even under the dowdy and frumpy clothes she wore.
When I was 7 years old my parents dropped me off at my uncle Martin's house
for a week. Martin is my father's younger brother, he was single and
childless at the time. I loved him more than any other relative. Martin
had secretly let me play with my cousins dolls and he had even bought me
one and kept it at his house for when I came over. My mom and Dad were on
their way to Florida for their first vacation by themselves since I was
born. On the third day of their vacation they were on I-95 returning to
their hotel from dinner when a drunk driver crashed into them head on.
Life as I knew it had ceased to exist.
Martin waited until the next day to tell me. He let me have that last
night's sleep before giving me the news that would change my life
forever. When I woke up the next morning, Margarita, the Spanish baby
sitter was there when, but so was Martin, and my Uncle Joel and his wife
Dianne. I was only 7 but I knew something was wrong.
After the funeral, the family got together and decided that I would live
with my Uncle Martin. Joel and Dianne had three girls at home, and since
my mom was an only child and both her parents had died long before I was
born, every one agreed that Martin would raise me. My parent's home was
sold and the money from the sale of the house as well as the insurance
money from their death was put into a trust fund for me.
Life with Martin was great, immediately I felt different with him. I
didn't feel the pressure I felt from my parents to be such a boy. Martin
even agreed not to cut my hair, I had pleaded with him to let me grow it a
bit. He had also bought for me several dolls with frilly dresses and doll
houses, and matching cars. I adjusted to life with Martin quickly.
Although I sensed the freedom and the fun to play with the toys and dolls I
wanted to and to be the person I felt most happy being, I also sensed that
Martin started changing in his attitude towards me. I would catch him
looking at me for long periods of times, and he was always jotting things
down in a notebook he kept in his room.
By the time I was 11, my hair was past my shoulders, long blonde curly hair
and people often confused me for a girl, and at school the teachers
repeatedly sent notes home suggesting I get my hair cut. Martin always
defended me and responded saying that it was something I wanted. I was now
at an age where masculinity and femininity begin to develop. My femininity
was now obvious.
During the previous four years, Martin had allowed me to wear some of my
mom's clothes around the house. He later explained to me that at first he
thought I was just doing it to feel closer to her. But when he realized
that I was wearing them because they were the only female clothes around,
he started buying me about an outfit a month of clothes more getting for my
age and the style of the day. On my 12th birthday, Martin bought me a small
make-up kit, many beautiful dresses, and girls underwear. We had our own
private party.
Later that night Martin and I had "the" talk. I still remember his big
brown eyes filled with worry. His curly black hair falling into his face
and he pushing it back nervously. He started off by asking me about how I
was doing at school. I told him that it was awful, I hated playing the boy
games and that they always made fun of the way I ran and threw. I was
teased about my hair even though it was always very neat and in a pony
tail. By this point I was about 5 feet tall, very slender and with the
long blond hair. My lashes were naturally long, and it I was an easy
target for lots of the boy's teasing.
I found out later that during those first awkward years Martin had been to
many Parent Teacher Conferences about my behavior and my looks. It was
during those meetings that the school psychologist first suggested to
Martin I go to a shrink full time to see about my sexuality and my gender
Identification. But where to go.
Martin did a great deal of research, in the meantime I was continuing to
begin puberty. I was slowly becoming comfortable with my small boyish
penis and my small balls, but I had fallen into the habit of peeing sitting
down anyway. After 2 or three months of study, consulting many books and
visiting shrinks, Martin decided for both of us that I was going to start
taking female hormones immediately.
He sat me down that night of my 12th birthday and after asking me about
school and after I explained to him how unhappy I was, he asked me if I
wanted to live my life as a girl full-time from that moment on. I couldn't
believe it, I was beyond ecstatic, and I remember I just kept saying "you
mean it?" "You mean it?" and he smiled the most relaxed smile of the last
four years and said "Yes, I mean it".
Many months later Martin and I went to the small Pharmacy he had bought
with the help of my uncle and my Dad. I waited in the car for about five
minutes as he went inside. He came back to the car carrying a large box
with a Federal Express label on it. He got in the car and drove home.
This was an incredible day for me because it was the first time Martin had
let me go outside the house with a little make up on, just the right enough
of light lipstick for an almost 13 year old, and I wore a short skirt with
a matching blouse tucked in.
When we got home, Martin sat me down again and opened the box in front of
me. In it were many bottles of the same types of pills, and small bottles
with liquid in them. I froze when I saw the hyper dermic needles. Then
Martin explained that I was to get only two shots a month, one shot on the
first and then another shot on the 15th. But that I had to take a series
of these pills every single day. He explained to me that these pills and
shots would help me in becoming the girl I wanted to be. He told me that
my small flat boyish chest would begin to fill up and grow, that my small
light pink nipples would expand, begin to protrude and become more
sensitive. He made it clear that the little bit of muscle mass in my thin
arms and legs would soften and I would get curves like a girl, and since I
was starting this at such a young age, my penis would not further develop.
Everything was a jumble to me, all the technical talk, all the scientific
explanations, and I just didn't care. I was going to be a girl, and that's
all I wanted.
That morning I immediately started taking the pills. He fired Margarita
and we moved to another school district. He got me a new birth certificate
and on the document it said my name was Daniela and that I was a female
born on the same date and time that I was. He said that a man at city hall
owed him a tremendous favor and he got him my new birth certificate as
payment. I registered for Junior High School as a girl. The other problem
was Phys Ed class. He went to the school and got me permanently excused
from phys ed, during those 45 minutes I went into the library and read and
read and read.
It took both of us about 6 months to finally relax into our new roles. I
turned 14 after several months of taking pills and shots. From the
beginning of the first shots my nipples became sensitive. I couldn't stop
playing with them as they grew in size. They were getting longer and the
areolas were getting larger. By 6 weeks they felt thicker as if there was
something really down there under my skin. By 12 weeks or three months I
was at about an A cup. I stayed that size for almost 18 months. It was at
that time that Martin started checking me up physically for any side effect
of the hormones. He would give me a weekly breast exam, and he would with
great care check my prostrate for any abnormalities. As each day passed
and with the surge of female hormones I became more aware of my sexuality.
I also became more bold with Martin. It was during one of those exams
that I started to assert my sexuality on him. Martin is the tallest of the
three brothers coming in at about 6'1" he was stocky but without an ounce
of fat. He had a gym at home he worked out on religiously every single
day. He had curly black hair, and was the only one of the brothers that
got brown eyes. He had a strong hairy chest and he was just a thick man
all over , and from the time I was 7 or 8 I was physically attracted to
him. His arms and legs were thickly covered with dark, soft curly hair.
In the 7 years I'd lived with him, the most I'd seen of Uncle Martin were
passing shots when he was running late and running from the bathroom to his
bed room.
The physical exams that Martin gave me took place on Saturday
mornings. We would each shower in our separate bathrooms and I would put
on a robe. I'd meet him in his study or in the kitchen. He would look at
me and say "Hey honey, it's time." He always was so very gentle and
tender. He would almost kneed my newly acquired breast tissue with his
fingers looking for lumps, then he would squeeze just under the nipple as
well. First one breast than the other. I always got an erection, although
going into the 5th month they weren't as obvious because my little penis
wasn't sticking out as much, but I definitely got an erection. At first I
hid it from him, but after several weeks I stopped because I hoped against
hoped that he would notice it. Then we would go into his bedroom where he
would take out the jar of Vaseline and I would lay on my stomach with my
legs spread, he would put a large amount of Vaseline on his bare index
finger and very slowly insert it into my pink hairless bud hole. It would
go in far enough until he felt the small almond size prostrate gland
growing inside me. Then he would remove his finger and wiped me clean.
That was our standard operating procedure until THE Saturday my life again
changed....This time for the better.
I had gotten my shots on Thursday the 15 of that month, and for several
days after getting my shots I was always felt what could best be described
a cat in heat. On the nights following my shots I would lay in bed and just
pull and pinch away at my nipples, feeling sensations that were at the same
time frightening but bewildering and wonderful at the same time. The
Friday night before this particular exam, I had spent nearly an hour
playing with my nipples and sticking my skinny fingers up my own ass.
That morning I took my shower and put my robe on, my long long blonde hair
was wrapped in a towel over my head as it was every Saturday for exams.
But this time I decided to let it down. It was moist but not soaked, dry
enough so that the curls had spring to them. I looked in the mirror and
was delighted with the subtle changes in my face, and the not so subtle
changes my chest had undergone.. If I'd only known at the time I would
have realized I had the perfect breasts of a budding 15 year old girl.
I found Martin in his robe in the kitchen, he was usually dressed in his
Saturday uniform which consisted of sweatpants and a t-shirt. But this
morning he was still in his robe, he apologized and said he'd gotten a late
start. I walked into the kitchen and I stood directly behind him and said
"Uncle Marin, , I'm ready." He started to say the words "O.K" as he turned
around, but he stuttered and nearly choked on his dry cereal between the
words O and K. My hair was down, I had put on a light coat of lipstick, I
wasn't wearing my normal terry cloth robe, I had changed into a lace and
satin robe I still had from my mom, and the robe was opened enough to where
he could actually see the cleavage of the 15 year old she-boy standing in
front of him.. The look on his face warmed me and excited me. I was too
young to know what to call it, but I saw what I would now most certainly
would have recognized as desire in his eyes.
Before I go on, let me explain that in the 7 and a half years since living
with Martin, he always took great effort to hide his body from me, and gave
me all the privacy I wanted. I always tried to sneak a look at him, but he
was always very very proper. Martin had also devoted all of his free time
to me, there had never been any women in his life. He was 27 years old
when I moved in with him and now he was 33, and during those years, there
was no one in his life. He was devoted to his "project." Me.
That morning he followed me into his bedroom, where I stood at the foot of
the bed and allowed the robe to completely fall off of my shoulders. I
stood naked before him. My A-B cup milky white breasts were topped by my
large light pink nipples. They were hard because I was excited and because
of the coolness of his room. My hair flowed down my back with whisps of
blonde curls touching my face, shoulders and breasts. My light blue eyes
looked with longing at him. My slender narrow waist brought his attention
to the bit of boyhood I still possesed. Semi erect, coming out of an
almost white soft patch of peach fuzz. My hips where broader, almost even
with my shoulders now and my long slender legs were firmly planted on the
ground. He stood in front of me, and I swear his hands were shaking as he
tried to look at all of me.
He started the exam as usual by kneeding the outside edge of my developing
mammal gland. As he moved his fingers in toward the nipple I sighed with
pleasure, and that startled him. He stopped for just a second, and then
proceded with the exam, when he felt just behind my nipple and squeezed it,
I threw my head back and sighed again. I could feel how red my face was
getting. As I brought my face back to face him, I looked down and saw the
unmistakeable "tenting" of his robe. My uncle Martin had a hardon and that
in itselft stirred up all types of feelings within me. He moved his dark
hairy arm towards my other breasts and began the exam again and I let out
yet another sigh as he felt behind that nipple.
Then he palmed my breast, and he said in a voice that cracked with
nervousness "Dani these are growing beautifully, are you happy with them?"
"Yes," I responded. "I love how they look, how they feel, and what a great
feeling I get from pulling on my nipples." With that I looked down and
grabbed my exposed nipple between my index finger and my thumb and pulled
on it hard. "You really enjoy that?" he asked. "Yes I do" I took my hand
away just as his came up.
We were now standing facing each other as he pulled gently on both my light
pink she-boy nipples and I noticed that his breathing was starting to
change and that his eyes were fixated on my breasts.. All I could say is,
"please don't stop." After a few minutes of this (which seemed an
eternity) I reach down and I attempted to untie his robe, he pushed back
and said, "No dani, this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this." I grabbed
his hands and put them back on my nipples and said "I love you Martin, I
want to be your lover." The best I could do at fifteen, but it worked
because he started pulling and pinching my nipples again. He didn't move
away this time when I went to untie his robe. Then I pushed it open and
reached down and took his 8" thick uncut dick in my hand and started
massaging it. This was the first time I had ever touch another man's cock,
and it felt like I was holding on to fire. I couldn't take my hands or my
eyes away from it.
I allowed my self to fall back onto the bed at the same time pulling my
uncle on top of me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh
as we came face to face. I put my arms around his neck and brought my face
up to his and we kissed. Deep passionate kissing, with great longing, his
toungue down my throat I alternated between sucking his tongue and letting
him him bite my lower lip. I could feel my hips almost involuntarily begin
to grind against him. He slid off of me just far enough down so that his
mouth was now directly over my nipples.
He wrapped his amrs around and under me, lifting my chest to his mouth, my
head tilted back onto the bed. When I first felt the warmth of his mouth
on my nipple I felt a shiver through out my body. He took as much of my
breast in his mouth as he could, then slowly allowed almost all of it to
slip out. When he got to my nipple he clamped his teeth down on it and
sucked. I felt electricity running from my nipple to my belly then to my
groin. He alternated nipples spending several minutes on each. I couldn't
take it anymore, and I started shaking with a feeling I had never felt
before. I convulsed several times as I had my first orgasm. When I opened
my eyes Martin was looking down at me, and at the age of 15, I knew what
love was.
Martin moved up from my now very sensitive nipples and started kissing me
again. The full weight of his body was still on me, and I could feel him
reaching for his nightstand. He opened the drawer and I saw the large tub
of Vaseline come out. He stuck his hand in it as he continued to kiss me
and as my sperm continued rubbing into our skin. He slid his hand between
us and with one strong moved spread my legs. He put his hand beneath me
and with expert fingers separated my firm ass cheeks and began applying the
Vaseline to my hairless hole.
With the first thrust of his index finger into my virgin hole, my nipples
again hardened. He lifted off of me and I could see his massive organ
jutting out from between his legs. The large purple head glistened from
pre-cum and I instinctively reached out to touch his low hanging and hairy
balls. He pushed me back onto the bed and started pulling on my nipples
again. He stopped long enough to place my legs on his shoulder. I felt
the head of his dick push against my anal opening. He looked at my with
his hands on my hips and said "I love you Dani." Then my Uncle Martin
began to truly make me his "girl." More later.
