Any of my femboy/crossdresser followers in the Bay Area?
Hit me up on direct message!
DM ME FOR A “SEXT MESSAGE CONVERSATION”.
Rules: - Send me your Mr. Name (e.g. Mr. White) - This is a fictional story and will last a while (we will send pics back and forth that get naughtier and naughtier) - You will send me your “scenario” (e.g. I am your babysitter, I am your neighbor, etc) - You will be playing 45 years old or over - You will send me the age you want me to play (anything goes)
Please reblog my latest story posts (Sissy Thanksgiving Pt. 1-4) and I might let one of the characters use my boy pussy eventually…
Direct message me for a “text message” story between you and my stepdad.
He will be your close friend / old buddy who has been living with his new wife for a year or so. I will be his stepson.
You will witness through his eyes (camera) my feminization and him finding out that I have been getting close to one of your other friends.
Message me with your name and be prepared to reply fast as these stories take a long time to get to the juicy parts.
Christmas day had arrived! I was up very early, unable to contain my excitement. I walked downstairs to look at all the presents under the tree, a glorious site.
As I was shaking my presents to get an idea for what they were, I noticed a light turn on in the kitchen. I also noticed that Mr. Jenkins hadn’t actually put the makeup box and panties away last night, and there was also a little elf costume near them.
I peered into the kitchen and saw Mr. Jenkins fixing a glass of milk. I quickly took the panties, makeup, and elf costume and ran to the bathroom. I put them all on as I had the previous night and wandered back into the living room.
“Hey Mr. Jenkins! Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Chris… oh dear, why are you wearing that?”
“Because I figured no-one would be awake for a couple of hours and I wanted another one of my presents now!”
“Err… sheesh… I thought we agreed no-one would know about last night, someone might come down and see…”
As he said that, I started to slip off the clothes until I was down to the socks and thong. I slowly pushed the panties down my legs, making sure to keep eye contact with him. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
Once I was naked, I pulled a candy cane from the tree, lay on my back, and began to slide it into you ass.
“Look! Mr. Jenkins! I’m doing what Santa said to do.”
He looked like he was trying to compose himself. He jostled with his underwear. He then got up and said:
“Put the elf costume back on and go to the spare bedroom. Santa will meet you in there to tell you if you can have another gift early.”
I did as I was told – I was thrilled that I might get another present!
I walked up to the spare bedroom, right next to Mr. and Mrs. Jenkin’s room.
I lay on the bed for a while and then heard the door creek open, it closed, and then the lock shut.
“Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas young man!”
“Oh hey Santa!”
Santa towered over me on the bed and began to give me instructions.
“Now I want you to get on all fours young lad, and put your head down on the bed…”
I did as I was told.
“Now please remove those silly, little knickers – you won’t be needing them anymore ho ho ho…”
I slipped them down and rested my head on the bed with my butt up in the air.
“Now, remember you removed a present from inside you last night? Well, this time I will help you get it myself!”
I felt something brush against my exposed butt, maybe a hand or something.
As expected, I felt it reaching into my asshole, it felt too big for a finger…
“Santa, shouldn’t you only put one finger in first?”
“Ho ho ho, I think you’re capable of speeding things up boy!”
His hand, or whatever it was, pushed further inside of me. I winced and let out a little squeal.
“Shush now, boy… you don’t want to wake anyone up do you?”
I covered my mouth as his hand pushed even further in. He grabbed my hair to pull me closer towards him, then my chin.
He was very deep inside of me, searching for my next gift. It took him nearly 20 minutes of pushing his hand in and out before he said:
“Boy, turn around, I think you need some of my Christmas potion to get this present.”
I flipped onto my back and he pushed my legs back towards my shoulders, he then put what looked like his thingy towards my face.
“Now, boy, I want you to taste this candy cane and after a short while you will get my potion…”
I started to suck his strangely shaped candy cane and, lo and behold, minutes later, a thick Christmas potion landed on my face and mouth.
“Ho ho ho! Well done boy! Now go downstairs and pick one of your presents and bring it up here so we can unwrap it together!”
I was so thrilled that I ran downstairs without putting on any clothes. Mrs. Jenkins was alarmed and told me to go up and change. I grabbed a present, ran up to the spare room, and wrapped myself in Santa’s arms.
What a great man he is!