Fresh. Young. CUNT!
I grew up wild on the streets. My mom was a nude dancer and flat-out WHORE. I have NO idea who my father is - and neither does my mom! I grew up watching her and her whore friends and they were my role models. Mom had a string of live in lovers - some women - some men, but usually they had one thing in common, they were all black.
Due to my lack of male figures let's just say I wasn't the most masculine example of a boy. But I never considered myself as a sissy until puberty. It took a while but like most boys I found myself masturbating all the time. I thought I was straight - mainly because seeing the pretty girls in porn got me hard. Then one afternoon something happened to make me doubt my sexuality. I was alone in the apartment, and it was just before dark. I was masturbating and walking around nude, and I passed the full-length mirror and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was shocked, because what I was seeing was not a guy, but more of a female! I looked like pussy! Small, blonde, slightly built, soft smooth skin with an ass and sexy legs that definitely did NOT belong on a boy! Not to mention a small heart shaped chin and pretty face! Something told me to go in my mom's room and look for some lipstick. I grabbed a red one and applied it to my very full pouty lips. OH MY GOD! I looked like a younger version of HER - my MOM! Younger, hotter, sexier and JUICIER! I ran to the closet and found the sexiest pair of high heels she had and stepped into them. As soon as My feet were in the heels, I felt electricity coursing through my bare body, beginning in the souls of my feet all the way to my head! I was TRANSFIGURED! I had become a WOMAN!
I mean, it wasn't the first time I had been mistaken for a girl. I had a habit of dressing in an androgynous way. I would wear these over large sweatshirts over shorts, and I had a surfer punk style haircut - I had my head shaved except for on the top, where it hung over my forehead in sideways bangs, so that when you saw me you couldn't see the shorts, just the oversize sweatshirt that looked almost like a dress! I had a few guys hitting on me and I felt embarrassed, wishing I looked more masculine, like my peers in school. But after my transfiguration, I began thinking more and more of myself as a bitch. I actually began crossing the line in what I wore outside. One afternoon I picked out one of my mom's black spandex tube minidresses, a pair of 3-inch-high heeled pumps, and I fluffed up my now grown out blonde bob. I wore hot pink lipstick, and I picked out a sexy little clutch purse, and I left the apartment. I took the bus to the mall and I had SO many guys staring at me and approaching me - especially the black guys! I found out that I was a bite for black men!
I made it home without getting in trouble - THAT time - but I was cruisin for a bruisin!
In July of that year, I was arrested for solicitation for pr oz tit ushun. They called my mom and said that because I was largely unsupervised, they were going to refer me to foster. That's when Ray stepped in. He was a probation officer, and I was assigned to him straight from the Hall. After interviewing me and my mom separately he proposed taking temporary supervision and the courts agreed. I began Living with Ray in September. By the end of the month, we had become lovers.
It began with us watching porn together. Ray was a big black man, heavily muscled and he loved displaying his body. Right away I was surprised to see him walking around the apartment naked. Well, naturally I was impressed with the size of his cock! And so when Ray suggested that i take off my clothes as well, I eagerly complied. As naive as I was, I could see where this was going. You got a beautiful body, Keven, he told me. "You look like a girl. Put a dress on you no one could tell."
Then he made a muscle. "Feel of it honey he said. I leaned over and put my small hand on his bicep. It was hard as a rock! I felt his large hand cupping my buttocks and running along my bare legs. Mmmm - fuckin SILKY!" He exclaimed. As he felt me up I could see his cock getting hard. I reached out my hand and encircled it, squeezing down around it with my fingers. Ray groaned in pleasure. He swooped down and picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. I felt like a new bride on her wedding night! Naked, helpless, full of desire! I was in his arms and he kissed me on the mouth, my lips opening to take his tongue and spit. My little dick was so hard!
Due to my lack of male figures let's just say I wasn't the most masculine example of a boy. But I never considered myself as a sissy until puberty. It took a while but like most boys I found myself masturbating all the time. I thought I was straight - mainly because seeing the pretty girls in porn got me hard. Then one afternoon something happened to make me doubt my sexuality. I was alone in the apartment, and it was just before dark. I was masturbating and walking around nude, and I passed the full-length mirror and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was shocked, because what I was seeing was not a guy, but more of a female! I looked like pussy! Small, blonde, slightly built, soft smooth skin with an ass and sexy legs that definitely did NOT belong on a boy! Not to mention a small heart shaped chin and pretty face! Something told me to go in my mom's room and look for some lipstick. I grabbed a red one and applied it to my very full pouty lips. OH MY GOD! I looked like a younger version of HER - my MOM! Younger, hotter, sexier and JUICIER! I ran to the closet and found the sexiest pair of high heels she had and stepped into them. As soon as My feet were in the heels, I felt electricity coursing through my bare body, beginning in the souls of my feet all the way to my head! I was TRANSFIGURED! I had become a WOMAN!
I mean, it wasn't the first time I had been mistaken for a girl. I had a habit of dressing in an androgynous way. I would wear these over large sweatshirts over shorts, and I had a surfer punk style haircut - I had my head shaved except for on the top, where it hung over my forehead in sideways bangs, so that when you saw me you couldn't see the shorts, just the oversize sweatshirt that looked almost like a dress! I had a few guys hitting on me and I felt embarrassed, wishing I looked more masculine, like my peers in school. But after my transfiguration, I began thinking more and more of myself as a bitch. I actually began crossing the line in what I wore outside. One afternoon I picked out one of my mom's black spandex tube minidresses, a pair of 3-inch-high heeled pumps, and I fluffed up my now grown out blonde bob. I wore hot pink lipstick, and I picked out a sexy little clutch purse, and I left the apartment. I took the bus to the mall and I had SO many guys staring at me and approaching me - especially the black guys! I found out that I was a bite for black men!
I made it home without getting in trouble - THAT time - but I was cruisin for a bruisin!
In July of that year, I was arrested for solicitation for pr oz tit ushun. They called my mom and said that because I was largely unsupervised, they were going to refer me to foster. That's when Ray stepped in. He was a probation officer, and I was assigned to him straight from the Hall. After interviewing me and my mom separately he proposed taking temporary supervision and the courts agreed. I began Living with Ray in September. By the end of the month, we had become lovers.
It began with us watching porn together. Ray was a big black man, heavily muscled and he loved displaying his body. Right away I was surprised to see him walking around the apartment naked. Well, naturally I was impressed with the size of his cock! And so when Ray suggested that i take off my clothes as well, I eagerly complied. As naive as I was, I could see where this was going. You got a beautiful body, Keven, he told me. "You look like a girl. Put a dress on you no one could tell."
Then he made a muscle. "Feel of it honey he said. I leaned over and put my small hand on his bicep. It was hard as a rock! I felt his large hand cupping my buttocks and running along my bare legs. Mmmm - fuckin SILKY!" He exclaimed. As he felt me up I could see his cock getting hard. I reached out my hand and encircled it, squeezing down around it with my fingers. Ray groaned in pleasure. He swooped down and picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. I felt like a new bride on her wedding night! Naked, helpless, full of desire! I was in his arms and he kissed me on the mouth, my lips opening to take his tongue and spit. My little dick was so hard!
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