How I Became a Girl

show them your pretty pink panties.” Glancing at the expectant faces of the
now giggling girls on the sofa. Standing I grasp the hem of the dress and
slowly bring it up. With my lower body is fully exposed Cindy has me spread
my legs slightly apart. Running her hand over the crotch of the panties she
says. “Although there’s not a vagina in there girls, Stephen definitely
identifies with females. I have read and studied my father’s medical books.
Together we can teach him to be a girl. He needs to be taught female anatomy.
Things like the slang and proper names of the female organs. He needs to be
shown where the clitoris is located so he will be able to worship ours with
his lips and tongue.

Stephanie understands that females love to have oral sex
and I’m sure he eager to learn everything about the wonderful world of
womanhood.” In an instance they both jump up and rush to where Cindy is
standing with her arm around me. Every one is talking at the same time. They
begin taking turns kissing my painted lips and fondling my body. Each girl
has to feel the crotch of my silk panties. My mind is in a whirl, I was
hearing such things as “His dick must be tiny if he can hide it in those
panties so it doesn’t show.” “What’s your dress size?” “Have you all ways
want to be a girl Stephen?” “Will be allowed to play with his penis Cindy?”
“When will he perform orally on us?” “My pussy dripping already.” “Let’s get
naked! I want to see him without clothes.” “I want to sit on his face for
hours.”

Cindy puts a halt to the questions and discussion. The girls wanted
to see me naked. So I was marched back up to Cindy’s bedroom where they
picked out the prettiest night clothes they could find. They finally decided
on a naughty little satin and lace pinafore in baby blue with little matching
ruffled back panties that tied on the side.