I Was Straight All Along

My father is a police officer. Very dominant. When I was little he was very protective and loving. When I went through puberty he was controlling, dominant and abusive. It was so bad my mother sent me to live with her sister. A sweet lesbian with a dominant lawyer partner Christine.

Chris always 'liked; me, I am her favorite. She cut my hair short, bought me boyish clothes, allowed only very subtle j*welry, talked about me meeting the right girl. She also shaved and waxed my privates, because when it came to that a nice compact smooth 'kitty' was what girls liked when it came to kissing. She also told me that if a girl didn't pay attention to her snatch not to go down on her.

All during my teen years I was around lesbians, I was introduced to nice girls, only allowed to date girls, I had various sexual partners which Chris debriefed me on giving me best pointers on how to make a girl cum. I was sent to Chris' alma matter, a small school with a reputation for lesbians. I can't say I met an out straight girl there. When I went home I was treated to spa day, full Brazilian, new panties, always new panties. Chris was deeply interested in the girl I brought home. Be more assertive, let her know you will take her hand.

When I went to work after college, before law school, I met a man, mid thirties, assertive, masculine, strong, and he tore through me like a hot knife through butter. I babbled, became a five year old, wore a dress, and the beautiful earrings he gave me. I went from tomboy to fem.

Chris was sick about him. She was downright ugly to him. He wasn't phased at all which pissed her off. I 'blossomed' with him and fell hard for him, my first unabashed love interest.

I have close girlfriends, I grew up around lesbians and can navigate the 'parties'. I don't ask Frank to join me, he is turned off by so much estrogen. I have since going straight but remain intimate with one girl. Like me she gets visited by a boyfriend. We escape, and enjoy, but when he whistles we run home.