When I was little both my parents were very conservative. My father was a macho jock type and my mom was strait laced religious. But then when I was around eight I asked if I could grow my hair long like a couple of the other boys in my school I was friends with. I had prepared an argument for boys having long hair citing examples of macho long haired boys from Sampson to professional wrestlers. I was shocked when both my parents simply told me it as my hair so it was up to me to choose hair styles. So I grew out my hair.

Four years later my blond hair was so long it was all the way down my waist. I had also become something of a skater boy though I was not as adept as my friends I fit in well and even had a girlfriend. My Mom, girlfriend, best friend and older sister and I were sitting around the kitchen table playing cards when my older sister started talking about a pageant she had entered in past years. She was too old but suggested my girlfriend enter. My girlfriend said that I was much prettier than she was and I should be the one to enter. She was half joking but my mom and sister gave me a funny look and then said my girlfriend was right I was the prettiest one in the room and that I was a shoe in for grand supreme whatever that was. Next thing I know the three of them were conspiring to enter me as a joke as though I was some prize purebred dog, almost as thought I wasn't even in the room.

I pointed out that I'm a boy and therefore disqualified. The three of them laughed and said that was the point. My girlfriend became obsessed with the idea and soon they were doing my hair and make-up to see how pretty they could make me. My girlfriend who lived a few doors down ran home to get some stuff and came back with a sexy dress in my size and next thing I knew I was twirling in front of the three of them in my dress, hair up in an elaborate updo and they were all taking pics of me strutting around like a little model. My older sister taught me how to walk, my mom who had helped my sister when she was doing pageants was now teaching me how to strut and move. My sister said it was now a mistake to sell all her old outfits but since mom made a lot of them she could duplicate them. Within a couple of weeks I had a wardrobe to wear, knew how to strut and pose on stage and I learned to sing like a girl and could do some dances as well. Mom entered me in the 11-13 age group for that pageant as Britany. I honestly thought at best I would simply come in last and get one of those silly participation trophies they hand out to everyone.

I won the grand supreme, was awarded the biggest crown and a trophy taller than I was and a sash and some scholarship money. During the next 18 months my mom entered me in about two dozen pageants and I placed well in nearly every one including two more grand supreme titles. I also won a total of $30k in scholarship money. I retired when my voice cracked one day in the middle of a performance. I still won a nice crown but not for my singing. Later that last night one of the judges came up to my mom and me and told us she knew I was a boy and that If I took hormones I could probably compete for a few more years. We decided against it. What started as a joke, a game for our amusement turned into a lot of fun and a source of money for school. Also for several years I dressed as a girl for Halloween, a cheerleader for the powder puff football game and pretty much every time my girlfriend and I went out on a date. It was fun pretending to be a girl. My girlfriend admitted after a while that she preferred my feminine side and wanted me to be her full time girlfriend. While I liked doing it for fun on a part time basis, I was otherwise a guy and had no intention of changing that fact.

When Beth and I went on to college she insisted I live full time as a girl I was hesitant not thinking I could get away with it but for some reason the dean of student housing paid no attention to gender on the student forms and honored Beth and my request to room together. For the longest time everyone assumed we were lesbian lovers. They completely ignored the fact that I had a deep voice though I did my best to soften it up a bit.

Today Beth and I are married. While I am still male and still have my gender as male on my driver's license, I live full time as Beth's lesbian wife. To say that presenting as female is erotic is an understatement. Being her girly sissy boy keeps me in an almost constant state of arousal. This is especially true since I am only allowed to cum once for every thousand hours of eating her out. I think secretly I have always wanted to be her slave girl and she drew that out in me. She controls me keeping my genitals locked up. Even though we both have degrees she earns the money and I stay home taking care of our children and doing all the housewife stuff.

Recently she brought home a young college stud hung twice as big as me. She didn't bring him home for her to play with. She admitted years before that she prefers girls which is why she likes me. But she recently started to fantasize about watching me have sex with a guy. So she made me suck him off while she made a video of it. Then she had me keep is cock in my mouth for a couple of hours until it got nice and hard again and made me fuck it with my virgin asshole. It took a long time but I managed to impale myself all the way on it. Before the end of that night I became even more obsessed with getting fucked like a girl than Beth was obsessed with watching me get fucked like a girl. Now we have played that game a few dozen times and she has over a hundred hours of video she has uploaded onto porn sites. Eating out my wife while my boyfriend fucks my ass is the biggest turn on.

I live the perfect life and am so glad my mother, Beth and my sister all recognized my feminine side so long ago.