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- Mar 6, 2009
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The morning sun rose and filtered through the window into Red's room. A vanity sat in one corner with a healthy selection of makeup scattered about. The canopy bed across the room was decorated with frills and pink bows, and the faded pink satin sheets. The appearance of the room was one that belonged to a young girl, and yet the room belonged to a young teenage boy.
As the sun kissed Red's face, he stirred under his soft sheets. He didn't want to get up yet, but he didn't have a choice. He needed to go visit his grandmother today. He sat up in his bed, his long hair falling against his flat chest. He slid out of his bed, and walked to his dresser. He looked at the panties in his drawer and thought about which ones he should wear. He found the white silk one his grandmother had given him last year for his birthday, before she took him to her room to play. He decided to wear those, and the rest of the matching outfit that went with it. He licked his lips as he though about his grandmother's idea for play it felt good, and she liked that he wanted to be a girl.
His mother didn't mind it either, and often helped his dress his hair and do his makeup. She said that his father would never have let him do this, but it was fine with her. She loved her little daughter. This suited Red fine. He'd never known his father, and never felt much like a boy anyway. As he pulled on his panties, he tucked his penis between his legs. He wasn't particularly well endowed, but he had enough to keep his grandmother happy.
He put on his garter belt then his silk stockings, fastening them together. He remembered doing this only a couple years ago, and he'd felt different. His penis had begun to get larger, and he didn't know why. This was shortly before his grandmother took him to play for the first time. It didn't happen anymore when he dressed anymore, but his grandmother could still make it happen.
He pulled a red camisole and petticoat out of his closet and put them on before sitting down at the vanity and starting to brush than braid his hair. Following this he tastefully applied his makeup and put on thin layer of makeup, then finished dressing. A white cotton shirt with lots of frills, and tight, white, short skirt, from which his petticoat just peeked out. He pulled a corset from another drawer in his dresser, and walked out.
He waved to his mother and held up the corset. She smiled and helped him tighten it about his waist. He gasped as she pulled it tight, helping his slender frame look more feminine. "Thank you Mother. I'm going to go see Grandmother now." His voice was high and girly like the rest of him.
His mother nodded, and handed him a basket. "Take this to her, and remember stay on the path, and don't trust anything living in those woods. They're tricky devils." Red rolled his eyes. He'd been through this with her since he was six. He put on his red cloak and opened the door.
He walked out the door as he spoke. "Yes mother, I'll be careful." As he walked down the path and entered the woods, he paused seeing some flowers by the side of the road. They were pretty, and he figured Grandmother might like them.
As the sun kissed Red's face, he stirred under his soft sheets. He didn't want to get up yet, but he didn't have a choice. He needed to go visit his grandmother today. He sat up in his bed, his long hair falling against his flat chest. He slid out of his bed, and walked to his dresser. He looked at the panties in his drawer and thought about which ones he should wear. He found the white silk one his grandmother had given him last year for his birthday, before she took him to her room to play. He decided to wear those, and the rest of the matching outfit that went with it. He licked his lips as he though about his grandmother's idea for play it felt good, and she liked that he wanted to be a girl.
His mother didn't mind it either, and often helped his dress his hair and do his makeup. She said that his father would never have let him do this, but it was fine with her. She loved her little daughter. This suited Red fine. He'd never known his father, and never felt much like a boy anyway. As he pulled on his panties, he tucked his penis between his legs. He wasn't particularly well endowed, but he had enough to keep his grandmother happy.
He put on his garter belt then his silk stockings, fastening them together. He remembered doing this only a couple years ago, and he'd felt different. His penis had begun to get larger, and he didn't know why. This was shortly before his grandmother took him to play for the first time. It didn't happen anymore when he dressed anymore, but his grandmother could still make it happen.
He pulled a red camisole and petticoat out of his closet and put them on before sitting down at the vanity and starting to brush than braid his hair. Following this he tastefully applied his makeup and put on thin layer of makeup, then finished dressing. A white cotton shirt with lots of frills, and tight, white, short skirt, from which his petticoat just peeked out. He pulled a corset from another drawer in his dresser, and walked out.
He waved to his mother and held up the corset. She smiled and helped him tighten it about his waist. He gasped as she pulled it tight, helping his slender frame look more feminine. "Thank you Mother. I'm going to go see Grandmother now." His voice was high and girly like the rest of him.
His mother nodded, and handed him a basket. "Take this to her, and remember stay on the path, and don't trust anything living in those woods. They're tricky devils." Red rolled his eyes. He'd been through this with her since he was six. He put on his red cloak and opened the door.
He walked out the door as he spoke. "Yes mother, I'll be careful." As he walked down the path and entered the woods, he paused seeing some flowers by the side of the road. They were pretty, and he figured Grandmother might like them.