I guess this is a really long time coming. I don't know what else to say. You can check my post history to learn that yeah, I'm pretty crazy and yeah this is how my life is so I don't know what to say. If you're not interested in reading about a trans girl, then definitely don't keep reading. I understand that it's not everyone's thing and I actually feel weird making people feel bad so I don't want that.

But yeah. I'm MTF trans and I've been on various blockers/replacement therapies for pretty much my whole life. I never experienced puberty as a boy and I've been raised as a girl from before I was a teenager, so I am 100% passable to anyone who doesn't know about me. I don't know if that makes a difference, but it does make the transition easier and I want everyone to know that. I have a lot of privilege being both white and well off/supported and a lot of our community is marginalized. Sorry I didn't want to go into a rant or anything I just want to acknowledge that I'm a privileged trans person and I recognize that.


But I'm also a lot of bit crazy. If haven't read my last few posts, please do. I just posted this, finally, after a certain someone begged me to put it online, even though it doesn't belong here.https://www.reddit.com/r/Sissy/comme...rst_day_being/


I don't know how much I should say about myself because I don't know who has read about me. I'm basically a normal girl except that I got into a weird fantasy involving sissy and daddy fetishes. It's kind of common in trans circles and my first online only boyfriend introduced me to it. It was a lot of videos of submission and humiliation and worship. It's called being a "sissy" but that's only a part of it. I don't know how to explain it all or why I'm so into it, but I am. And it's made me change who I am, how I dress, and how I act, and what I want in a relationship. The most complicated part is that it's made me obsessed with my dad, someone that I think is strong, smart, and honestly lonely. I've been jealous or maybe curious about it for so long that if you read my previous posts, you can tell I don't have normal feelings for him. I understand completely that he's my dad, but in my head I pretend he's my boyfriend. I know it's not healthy. You don't have to explain that to me. I know I'm weird and out there. We've had a lot of tension so I guess it's obvious to anyone who knows the real me where this was going.


For those of you who have been messaging me for a while, you know much I've changed in these last few years. I went from being a dorky looking boy to honestly my dream body of a woman. I am not perfect and I have a lot of self esteem issues. But my face has got so much softer and I can completely pass to anyone who doesn't know about my history. And I'm going to a new school now so it's a lot less of a problem. (Long story there.).


But I guess the point of this post and me logging back in is that yes, I finally made contact with my dad. I have no idea what is going to happen or how it will change us, but we had sex and it was everything my fantasy wished it would be.


So, this past weekend I was at my dad's house as usual (because of the divorce when I was a kid) and I started to talk to my friend about options. I am incredibly shy and I can't ever confront anything. My friend is the one that I lost my virginity to so he's been "coaching" me trying to get me to dress and act more bold. I went from wearing band t-shirts and baggy pants to tight tops and short shorts. Really, it's a big deal for me. I don't look like how I did a year ago. I even got a tattoo when he pretended to be my dad (long story too...). But now that he's farther away, he's been trying to help me push myself into being more bold around my dad. And I have been. You should see how my whole closet has changed this last year.


So, my dad and I always hang out on the weekend and watch movies. Lately, he's been kind of busy with his on and off again girlfriend, but this weekend he said he was finally done with her, or maybe she was done with him. And because of that, he wanted to drink. I'm kind of like his girlfriend in all but our relationship, so I usually get him beers and cook meals. I know, weird, but he's been alone since I was a kid and I like the whole "housewife" thing, even if he never picked up on it. Mostly everything I do goes over his head. This weekend he was drinking a lot and I texted my friend and he basically said this is your chance, just go for it and see what happens.


I'm usually really good about restraining myself and being careful, but something in me just snapped and I said oh well. I found myself getting worked up just thinking about it. It's seriously been what, a year since I started thinking about this? I brought him beer after beer and even made him a vodka mixed drink or two. He's offered to let me drink but I never wanted to mess with it too much because of my medication/therapy. So, I just keep bringing him what he wanted.


We decided to watch the new Avengers movie because he just bought the blue ray (even though I've seen it twice with my friends, he hadn't). We usually hang out on the couch and just talk and relax, like every single weekend. He started to vent to me about his girlfriend for the first time ever and how it just wasn't working out, and I kept saying how he deserved better and that he was a good guy. I guess that was me just projecting myself. Anyway, he asked me about my life and I told him that I didn't have a real boyfriend and that the only guy I was talking to suggested I find the right person for me (true story but I didn't go into detail).

I could tell he was pretty drunk and pretty emotional so I told him that he should slow down and I offered to get him water, but he wanted one more beer. I guess he had taken interest in my story because he thought I was single and that didn't know that I had anyone in my life. I don't really talk to him about my online friends and I never wanted to explain the whole "sissy" thing or any of that. I could literally never tell him about Reddit. Even though I spend a lot of my life on here. I spent about half of the movie talking about how I feel now and how much I've changed as a person, and he paid a lot of attention.


But I guess I'm getting away from the whole point. My friend kept texting me and I don't know what it is, but finally I just said screw it and started to flirt with my dad, like harder than ever before. I was already just wearing a tank top and I felt myself being turned on by some of the texts I was reading. So... I did what any crazy trans girl might do and I told my dad I thought he was handsome and that any girl should like him. And I think he took it sincerely as flattery. And he started talking about how I've blossomed into an amazing woman and how I stand out so much now. And I felt really flush about instantly. It was different hearing my dad talk about me than my online friend. I put my phone down then and just kept talking to my dad.


I told him how I admired him and how strong and manly he was, and that how sad I was about mom and my last girlfriend. I really do sympathize because they're both pretty much leeches that abuse his good nature. And maybe I am too but I don't want to think about that right now. I guess I started gushing a little too much because I could see he was acting different.


Either way, I started getting closer to him until I was next to him and cuddling on him. That's not at all unusual but tonight I just felt the right spark. I was playing the most cute I could, nuzzling him and looking at him. I think he could see I was being weird, but he was also really drunk, so he just put his hand around me. I don't think he knew what to do. I didn't know if I should make the first move, but I did anyway. I started to put my right hand on his thigh and rub it slowly back and forth. He was just wearing sweat pants but I could tell he noticed it. I moved him arm right under my breasts to get closer to him, and now he was supporting them.


I thought maybe for a second that I should stop, but I can't control myself sometimes and this was one of those times. I pushed my head into his chest and let my hand rub his thigh harder, until I was reaching into his crotch. At first, I don't think he understood what I was doing, but I grabbed the inner part of his crotch and rubbed it until I could feel him moving uncomfortably. I don't think he meant to, but he was getting hard, I think, and I nuzzled up on him even more. His head was bobbing from the beers, but I could tell he starting to figure it out. I didn't know what to do. The excitement wore off and I was starting to feel more nervous than anything, but I had already went so far. You have no idea how much my heart was pumping. I felt like an absolute harlot. Lol sorry that's an ancient word but that's how I felt!


So I went farther. I started to rub his cock, and this is the first time I ever felt it. I ran my hand over his crotch and I used my palm to press into it. I know this is ridiculous but I could feel myself turn red. And now my heart was beating like crazy. But he grabbed my hand, and moved it away, and pulled back. He asked me what I was doing and all I could do was say getting cozy. And I laid my head down on his chest. And I put my hand right back on his crotch. And this time, he didn't stop me. At least not for a minute. I could feel him getting hard, for the first time ever around me.


And he stopped again, pushing me back. And asking me again, this time asking what the **** I was doing, getting serious. I felt pretty wrong and pretty stupid for that because I knew I was pushing way too hard. There had been a lot of tension between us but he is still my dad. I felt kind of sick to my stomach. I was about to get up and run to my room, but he never moved my hand. I know it sounds stupid that I pushed it on him, but he just let me. I think he was drinking enough to let it keep feeling good.


And I wish I could say it was some romantic idea that I had in my head, but instead of engaging me he just asked me why I was doing it, and I said it was because he was stressed and that I could feel it and I wanted to help. He said that we shouldn't be doing this, and that I need to go to bed, but he still didn't move my hand. And he told me that he was going to hell and that I need to talk to someone. And this time, he grabbed my hand to move it but he just kept letting me grab him. I was literally feeling him get hard in my hands through his pants and he was letting it happen. He started to look at me and then at the ceiling and then start to say he's ****ing going to hell. He said this was a dream and then a nightmare. I pulled my hand back and stopped for a minute.


And so I decided to tell him how I felt. I tried to come up with the words and tell him, but it just wasn't coming. But instead I leaned into him and started kissing his neck and I couldn't help it. He put his hands on my head to push me off, but he let me keep going. I pulled back and finally could tell him that I wanted this. I don't remember exactly what I said. Something dumb. I'm embarrassed to even write what happened. I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I told him that I was in love with him. Oh **** I hate even writing that.


He got up and I tried to get up with him, but he pushed me down and said I need to calm down, to think better. And he said he was drunk and going through a lot. He told me he was going to hell for being how he is and that he needed to stop. But I told him it was okay. But he wasn't listening. I knew this was going to be it. I felt a wave of adreline hit me, and I grabbed his sweat pants and pushed my head against him, begging him to let me make it better for him. He tried to pull back, but then stopped. And I decided that it was time to push my luck or else. I've waited so long to try this. So I pulled his sweat pants and boxers down and let him be completely naked in front of me. He tried to pull them up but I pushed them back down. And before he could do anything, I put my hands around his cock and started rubbing it.

He looked uncomfortable at first, but as soon as I did it, he stopped trying to pull away and instantly I could feel a little leaking out of his tip. I told him about a million times that it was okay. That I just wanted to make him feel good. That it didn't have to mean anything. That I wanted this for so long and that nothing was wrong. He stopped moving in front of me and I started to feel his cock and his balls. He was already hard but this was the first time I had seen him, and the first time I had felt him, and I've been building this up for so long. I wish I could say I was being gentle, but I literally pushed him back down on the couch and was tugging on him. I didn't want him have enough time to tell me stop.


I know I was being needy or grabby or even a little bit objectifying him. I know that. I really do. I just built it up so much that I wanted to try it. I could tell he looked at me like a woman and I could see that he was watching me change into a woman. I know this might be cringy. It's cringy for me to write it and even worse to read it. I tried to rewrite it a few times but I don't know what to say to make it better. I just know that he wanted what I was doing and I had to "break through".


So, I did what I had dreamed of. I got on my knees in front of him and I pulled his pants all the way down. I started kissing him on his shaft and his head and his balls. I licked him up and down. He was still staring at the ceiling and saying... "you gotta stop" but I didn't want to and he didn't push me away. And for the first time, I took my dad in my mouth and started to suck on him. And instead of talking, he started gasping and breathing heavy. He let me work him and did until I could literally start to taste him.


I never wanted to go so far, but I knew that maybe I'd never have another chance after this. I knew I should probably stop, but I didn't want to. I stood up, pulled down my leggings and my underwear. I didn't think this would have happened. I was wearing my batman underwear. I still feel so stupid for wearing that. But I was, so whatever. I wish I would have thought ahead because I could have used the lube my friend bought me, or at least lotion, or something, but I didn't. Instead I used spit which is kind of gross and demeaning. But either way, I quickly pulled my cheeks apart and sat down on his lap. My heart was about to burst in my chest and I felt like I was going to pass out. But I grabbed his cock and pressed it against me.


My dad jumped on the couch a little, and finally looked at me. I caught his eyes when I was sitting down on him. And I watched his expression while he pressed into me. God I wish I had lube so it would have been easier, but I didn't want to stop, and I pressed my butt down on him. I didn't mean to but I literally moaned out loud. He doesn't know about the whole sissy thing but I couldn't control myself. I felt his head pressing inside of me and I couldn't stop. If my clit could still get hard, it would have been. I would have cum instantly. I wished I could.


Instead, I just made some squeeling noises and took him inside of me. He was holding my hips now and I looked back again and he said "we cant" three times, getting softer each time I grinded further. It didn't take too long and I was sitting completely in his lap and he was inside of me. He whispered my name and said "what the ****", but after that I started to bounce in his lap, pulling him out and then into me, over and over again. You have no idea how much I wished I was able to get hard or cum, but I can't do either anymore. Everything in my body was telling me to cum. I felt waves and waves of anxiety, happiness, and pleasure inside me. I just couldn't get there. I rode him for just a couple of minutes, using the coffee table to prop my feet onto.

It started as just me pushing on to him, but he started to grab my body, my hips, and pull me down. He stopped talking and just started to grunt. Feeling him finally enjoy me was such a turn on. Finally after all this time he liked it. I just wanted to make him feel good. It was the whole point. For him to feel great. And that's what turns me on and makes me feel good. But he wrapped his arms around my stomach and started to actually make love to me. I was completely wet by this point so it was easier. I felt him inside me and now it was my turn to black out and stare at the ceiling. I've had sex three times before this, but this was unlike anything else. All of the stuff inside my head was finally happening. I felt like I was so close to actually cumming for the first time in almost a year. But it just didn't happen.

But my dad did. He slammed my waist down on his lap and made one last huge grunt and I felt him start twitching inside me. I was already sore and feeling out of it, but feeling him finish inside me made me have the closest thing to an orgasm that I could imagine. Like a wave hitting my body that I couldn't control.


He was still holding my waist and pinning me to his lap when he finished, and finally stopped twitching inside me. He looked at me and asked me what he had done. His face looked like he had killed someone. I grabbed his arms and told him it was okay, that I wanted this, and that he wanted this, and that nothing had changed. That I did this for us. And I know it was an awful time, but I started to cry and tell him how much I loved him. I popped up and felt him pull out of me and I flipped around on his lap, this time holding on to him and confessing literally every single thought I've ever had about him.


I wanted to just talk, but I couldn't help it, and I started to kiss him. But he pulled back and said that we need to think about what just happened. And that we should talk when we're both clear. And that he needs to sleep and clear his head. And like a zombie he pushed me off him and went to go to bed. I know there is a real connection. I know he let it out, but I think I pushed too hard and now he's... distant. We haven't talked about it again and it's been a while now. I can't ignore it and I don't know what to do.


I'm sorry if this post is full of stupid details. It sounds like I'm writing some awful crappy fantasy porn. I feel stupid for even writing it. I know I exagerated the details and I suck at actually making it sound right. I feel like it sounds like he hated it. But it wasn't like that. don't know. I'm going to post this and if everyone thinks I'm dumb I'm going to delete it. I'm sorry.

“ Active Duty CoD Operator”

Bump

I read maybe seven words of all that.

seven too many

This, saw wall of text and now exiting thread

We not doing the pics thing?

Is MTF Monday Through Friday?

Was this a confession of Dogorman?

is this a real post? I was about to read it til I realized there is 4 more insane wall of text.

Bro I hate when stories have too much buildup like that srs get to the good stuff I don't have all day

Like anyone is going to read that. I assume it's a bunch bullchit intended to trigger. Just boil it down to cliffs and then go fuk yourself.

This you or copy pasta from reddit

Not reading that ****ing novel

If you think I’m reading any of that you got another thing coming ****git

Also negged for posting reddit

What makes you think that anyone is actually reading that you fuking prick?

Go fuk yourself OP

Omg op is so stupid you guys he posted too many words I'm not going to read it ur mad if u think I was going to omg

Tranny porn coomsumer detected

Always in on tranny threads.

Except this one. What the fook OP. At least post a pic of a hot tranny or something.

TLDR;

The author, who is a trans woman, discusses her interest in sissy and daddy fetishes and how it has changed her identity and relationships. She acknowledges her privilege and recognizes that her behavior may be seen as abnormal. She describes her physical transformation and her obsession with her father. She then discusses a recent encounter with her father, during which they had sex after she pushed herself to be bolder around him.

Hmmm, got a slight wiggle. Is that normal?

cliffs:

massive ****g‏‏‎ot

not reading all of that

the only reaction he should have:
https://www.bitchute.com/video/6n9qxG4AXOq7/

I told my sons, that they will immediately be removed from my life if they tell me they are women.

Two kids in my older boys class paint their nails. He was asking me about it and I told him that ****git chit. Pretty sure he went and called them ****gits.

Cliffs? 🧗‍♀️ And pics 📸 of tranny 🐷➡️👩? 🤔

Negged for reddit