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Anything Goes
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Gender Neutral / 34
Born With Female Plumbing I'm Sally Now, Mother, Wife And Lover
I took after my mother, petite with small bones and stature, small tits and hips. I looked more like a teenage boy than a girl growing up. I went through a tomboy phase, short boy cut hair, boy clothes including boy briefs. I called myself Sam and used the boy's restrooms when out in public. I had to use the stalls to pee, but I got a buzz out seeing all those men at the urinals.
Sam had to deal with certain unfortunate problems, mainly periods. For such a small girl I had very heavy periods. My mother reminded me that Sam could get and would get pregnant, so Sally needed to come out and play and get a boyfriend to make her happy. Sam hung around including going to college. Sam kept Sally in her place, and other than the week of menstruation, I was Sam the man on campus.
One day Sam was combing his hair in the mirror of the boys room and there just wasn't anyway that Sam could pass for a boy, not anymore. No facial hair, a very smooth preteen boy face, and it was obvious as he looked in the mirror that his chest wasn't male, my hands weren't male, and in his pants it sure didn't look like a bulge was anywhere to be found. Sam had to go and Sally had to come out to play.
Sally was well received by her mother, she spent a lot of money on cute little bras and panties and dresses, and shoes and ribbons for Sally's hair. Make up, oh dear. make up, blush, lip balm, and long hair. Her mother had never checked on how Sam kept up down there, but now she insisted on getting Sally a good groomer to make her more appetizing to a boy. Like it or not Sally was going to have a boyfriend and Sally was going on birth control.
Sally didn't get along with the boys at college, or any other boys for that matter. Sally liked real girls, real, nice and pretty girl. Sally had no desire for a boy, of any kind. But Sally's luck ran out at a party at her mother's house. An art dealer liked Sally, he liked her petite and well groomed, and soon Sally was dealing with a dick depositing sperm. Sally had not followed her mother's wishes and she wasn't on birth control and all that sperm went to work and Sally was as pregnant as pregnant can be. Sally cried out for Sam. What the hell was she going to do?
Peter, the Art Dealer, told Sally to shape up. Lots of girls like her had babies, maybe she would like being a mother, who knew that little Sally would get knocked up, Sally went through with the pregnancy and watched her body taken over by the creature inside. By the time the baby was born Sally was ready, she just wasn't ready to deal with Peter, the Art Dealer. Peter saw Sally as a good prize, and soon Sally was knocked up again going for number two.
One day, tired and pregnant, number one had fallen asleep after a fit of crying. Sally saw Sam in the mirror. He looked at her and told her that those periods were to blame. Comb your hair, wear frilly panties and bras, and let Peter the Art Dealer know you are all his now. It's Sally's time.
Sam had to deal with certain unfortunate problems, mainly periods. For such a small girl I had very heavy periods. My mother reminded me that Sam could get and would get pregnant, so Sally needed to come out and play and get a boyfriend to make her happy. Sam hung around including going to college. Sam kept Sally in her place, and other than the week of menstruation, I was Sam the man on campus.
One day Sam was combing his hair in the mirror of the boys room and there just wasn't anyway that Sam could pass for a boy, not anymore. No facial hair, a very smooth preteen boy face, and it was obvious as he looked in the mirror that his chest wasn't male, my hands weren't male, and in his pants it sure didn't look like a bulge was anywhere to be found. Sam had to go and Sally had to come out to play.
Sally was well received by her mother, she spent a lot of money on cute little bras and panties and dresses, and shoes and ribbons for Sally's hair. Make up, oh dear. make up, blush, lip balm, and long hair. Her mother had never checked on how Sam kept up down there, but now she insisted on getting Sally a good groomer to make her more appetizing to a boy. Like it or not Sally was going to have a boyfriend and Sally was going on birth control.
Sally didn't get along with the boys at college, or any other boys for that matter. Sally liked real girls, real, nice and pretty girl. Sally had no desire for a boy, of any kind. But Sally's luck ran out at a party at her mother's house. An art dealer liked Sally, he liked her petite and well groomed, and soon Sally was dealing with a dick depositing sperm. Sally had not followed her mother's wishes and she wasn't on birth control and all that sperm went to work and Sally was as pregnant as pregnant can be. Sally cried out for Sam. What the hell was she going to do?
Peter, the Art Dealer, told Sally to shape up. Lots of girls like her had babies, maybe she would like being a mother, who knew that little Sally would get knocked up, Sally went through with the pregnancy and watched her body taken over by the creature inside. By the time the baby was born Sally was ready, she just wasn't ready to deal with Peter, the Art Dealer. Peter saw Sally as a good prize, and soon Sally was knocked up again going for number two.
One day, tired and pregnant, number one had fallen asleep after a fit of crying. Sally saw Sam in the mirror. He looked at her and told her that those periods were to blame. Comb your hair, wear frilly panties and bras, and let Peter the Art Dealer know you are all his now. It's Sally's time.
