Being a Lady

The next day, Harlow took me shopping, and bought me a bunch of clothes and shoes. We went back home and he told me to get naked, and put on the clothes, which I did. Then he helped me dress up in them.

It felt amazing. My head swirled with thoughts of what I had done, and what I was doing. I started to feel like I was becoming a different person. It was exciting, and I liked it.

Harlow loved every moment of it, saying things like "Oh baby, I am going to have so much fun dressing you up," and "You look hot," and "God, I can't wait to fuck you in these sexy clothes."

We spent days getting ready, and by the end of it, I felt like a complete stranger. A different person entirely.

I sat down at my computer and typed in a search engine: "How to become a lesbian," and hit enter.

I read through pages of information about sexuality and gender identity. There were entire websites dedicated to helping people transition from male to female. The words "gender reassignment surgery," and "sex change" kept coming up. I found videos of transgendered people talking about their experience, and some of it made me cry.

I told Harlow and he said, "you can do most of this, but your dad wants you to keep your dick. He's jerking off over his girl son's cock right now."

I asked him how he knew my dad liked girls with dicks, let alone his own son being one.

"I'll show you," he said, and he gave me a video of my dad wanking while looking at a picture of me, dressed in lingerie.

My dad was a weirdo and a pervert, I thought, and I smiled. I sent him a video of me jerking off to him as he jerked off to me.