1. Becoming Daddy's Halloween Princess


    Date: 8/25/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Romance, Teen, Trans, Trans, Author: willingwimp, Source: sexstories.com

    Becoming Daddy's Little Halloween Princess I was always envious of the pretty, sexy silky clothes my three older sisters got to wear, and even during early childhood found the laundry hamper to be my favorite play pen as I could wallow in the feel and smells of their discarded intimate underthings. Not only did I sniff and fondle their underwear, but in the privacy of the bathroom, I would try on my sisters' bras, panties, and slips and prance and pose in front of the mirror, causing my little willie to get so hard it would poke out from under their tiny little bikinis and thongs. I was the youngest of the family, and my older sisters enjoyed "babying" me as a child. They sort of treated me like a doll, dressing me up, playing with me. I have always been petite for a boy, small boned, and instead of ever being called "handsome," I would frequently hear people calling me "cute" or even "adorable." I have naturally long eyelashes and blue eyes. I love my blonde hair, and have always hated to have it cut, so I wear it long, past my shoulders. Particularly when people come at me from behind, I am often mistaken for a girl, maybe because, despite being a boy I actually have a shapely bottom that from behind definitely makes me look like I have a feminine figure. Often, I thought of myself as just "one of the girls," along with my sisters. I always preferred traditionally girly activities and never went in for rough-housing or sports. There was only one Man of the House in our ...
    home--Daddy. My sisters always seemed to vie for Daddy's attention. He is a big, strong handsome and charismatic man. My sisters all had crushes on him and, truth be told, I did as well, I was as jealous of his attention as the other girls. I had always flirted a bit with my father in the same way my sisters did. We would all try to snuggle in his lap at the same time or hang on his shoulders and arms when he was shirtless in the house or at the beach or swimming pool. My sisters often walked around the house just in little panties and bras or in see-through nighties, and I could see them sort of competing with each other to see who could get Daddy's eyes to follow them. I was at a disadvantage because I wasn't allowed to wear girl panties or nighties. My only opportunity to win Daddy over came on Halloween. Halloween had always been a sort of a liberating holiday for me, allowing me to embrace my alter ego, and in a significant way it became my earliest entry point into cross-dressing and in the exploration of my sexual identity. Every Halloween for as long as I can remember, I chose to dress as an effeminate character, usually, a Disney princess, the Little Mermaid or Pocahontas, and my older sisters would put make up on me and make me look beautiful. Before we would go out trick-or-treating, we would always do a little preview fashion show for Daddy, and I could see from early on that his eyes would brighten when he would see me dressed in my girly costumes, and I loved ...
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