Turn Into a Princess
by DidoL
Copyright© 2019 by DidoL
Romantic Sex Story: A boy disguised into a girl and tried to find a lover
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa .
In front of the one-people high mirror, I put on the cute new clothes with a self-conscious pride.
8 years ago I found out that I would rather be a girl than my real gender. But it’s only 3 years ago I dared to say I became good at it.
The red skirt I chose was so short that it was just enough to cover my crotch. Even I myself would be turned on by a look at myself.
And, of course, it took me some time to hide my dick.
Again I Look into the mirror, found myself an amazingly beautiful woman now. The clock stroke 7. I went out into the cool night wind. The sky was already dark blue, and the street lamps were like a string of pearls. I got myself a cab. The driver kept giving me eyes. When I stepped out of the car, I smiled back to him, then went into the door of a pub.
The people in there whispered to each other when they saw me: “She’s a hottie!” they didn’t mind I heard then as I passed them by. I thought they are so cutely honest, which literature turned me on. My cunt must have been wet by their staring ... if I really had one.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Someone talked to me.
Glanced over at him, I saw a face which was my favorite type.
So I nodded my head yes.
And then, of course, what we had was not only a drink.
“I think you’re just my style.” He raised his who-knows-refilled-how-many-times cup to my eyes. On which I wrinkled my nose, and sighed to myself: He had no idea what he was talking about. This idea upset me so much that I took one more drink,
And one more.
At last, we both got really drunk.
“We’ve got to go.” I heard him talking to me.
“I agree.” That’s all I can say.
He took me home. It’s a beautifully quiet house.
He tried to take all of my clothes off, but hands suddenly stopped.
“I’m not a girl. “ I sighed, and confessed to him, “I’m just a boy in a girl’s clothes.
Too long had I hidden my secret. I didn’t know what is waiting for me when I told the truth.
He’s kind of frightened, and disappointed, but dicker still stiff.
So I said: “Why not let me help you?”
He hesitated and touched the flesh of my inner thigh.
“How do you like it?” I curiously asked.
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