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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 27
My father was career military. He had three daughters, I am the oldest. He treated me like I was boy, if I couldn't do something or didn't want to do something he called me a sissy or a pussy. If I wanted a dress or anything feminine he would laugh at me and call me a shit head for wanting to wear that. My hair was cut short and I wore boy clothes, except for panties which my mother did let me wear.
When I hit puberty and started to spread out and grow tits, he became more and more aggressive about any sissy behavior. To his never ending disappointment I grew big tits, for a small girl I grew bit tits. I liked my tits, they made me feel like a girl.
One day, I was thirteen, I went with my mother to the trailer we had at the beach. She left me there to clean up, because summer was coming, while she went into town for supplies. I got this impulse and took off my top and worked topless. I would stop in front of the mirror in the bedroom and admire my tits. I was only thirteen but I had real grown up tits. From then on I took every opportunity to go topless. Even one day when I was getting ready for school, I needed a blouse that was down in the laundry and I walked out of my room and went down to the laundry with my tits hanging out. I ran into my father, he was speechless.
He tried to say something and I asked him if he liked my tits, and then I told him 'I fuck too', which wasn't true, but I told him. After that we stopped being friends.
When I was seventeen, I was sunning topless in the back yard, and these workmen were fixing the deck next door. I could see them looking over the fence. I laid there, I put my arms behind my head so that they could get a good look at my tits. I sat up, stood up, walked around, I gave them something to talk about. That night I went to my room after dinner and had the longest masturbation session and actually got myself off.
I enjoy my tits and I enjoy being topless and I enjoy showing them off. My father wanted a boy and all he got was a big tittied girl. I think it is justice for the way he treated me when I was growing up.
When I hit puberty and started to spread out and grow tits, he became more and more aggressive about any sissy behavior. To his never ending disappointment I grew big tits, for a small girl I grew bit tits. I liked my tits, they made me feel like a girl.
One day, I was thirteen, I went with my mother to the trailer we had at the beach. She left me there to clean up, because summer was coming, while she went into town for supplies. I got this impulse and took off my top and worked topless. I would stop in front of the mirror in the bedroom and admire my tits. I was only thirteen but I had real grown up tits. From then on I took every opportunity to go topless. Even one day when I was getting ready for school, I needed a blouse that was down in the laundry and I walked out of my room and went down to the laundry with my tits hanging out. I ran into my father, he was speechless.
He tried to say something and I asked him if he liked my tits, and then I told him 'I fuck too', which wasn't true, but I told him. After that we stopped being friends.
When I was seventeen, I was sunning topless in the back yard, and these workmen were fixing the deck next door. I could see them looking over the fence. I laid there, I put my arms behind my head so that they could get a good look at my tits. I sat up, stood up, walked around, I gave them something to talk about. That night I went to my room after dinner and had the longest masturbation session and actually got myself off.
I enjoy my tits and I enjoy being topless and I enjoy showing them off. My father wanted a boy and all he got was a big tittied girl. I think it is justice for the way he treated me when I was growing up.
