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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 24
She Brought Out My Lesbian Girly Girl And Put The Boy Away For Good
Some men had a feminine side, well so women have a masculine side. When having sex I wanted to 'fuck'. To thrust, but alas I have to come down to earth and accept that with my itty bitty little clit I couldn't do what I wanted to do. I wondered sometimes if that's how men with micropenises feel.
Somewhere between starting college and finishing college I started acting out my masculine side. I got my hair cut like a boy's, I bought boy clothes and shoes. I started swaggering like a boy, boots helped with that. Except that I'm a boy's size, I'm 5' 1" and weigh 120# soaking wet. Not quite a man.
Well the day came when I had to deal with my fantasy. I went to lunch with a bunch of 'broads' and one of them told me that I needed to accept myself for who I was. Start with wearing a bra, And second, what's with 'standing' when you pee? Just sit down and go like the rest of us. With that she messed up my hair and grabbed me into her 'bosoms' and held me there.
She took me after the lunch to Target which was near by to buy me real girl underwear, a bra and panties. Since I am so small she took me to the 'preteen' isle and bought me panties with strawberries and unicorns. Some girl clothes and a ribbon for my hair. After she paid for the clothes she took me into the dressing room and stripped me down, 'see nothing but girl there', and had me step into a pair of panties and she adjusted the bra around my nonexistent tits. With a pair of girly pants and top, and girly shoes she walked me out. 'Now, this is how I want you to dress for me'. And with that she pulled me back into her bosoms and kissed me on the lips.
She is a butch woman with big breasts and she can really put it on you when she wants to make love. She wants a girly girl and she picked me for it. I wear exclusively girly panties and bras and girly clothes and shoes. I wear makeup and pretty earrings and bracelets and necklaces and bows in my hair. She keeps me tightly groomed, she wants to see my girly pussy and titties when she takes off my clothes. She's the 'man' in the relationship and I'm her girlfriend, smothered in her bosoms when she makes love me.
For some reason when she makes love to me I want to be that girly girl for her. She doesn't want to hear about my life when I let boys fuck me, and how I liked to pretend I was a boy too. Now that's she's figured me out and keeps me between her boobs I'm her girlfriend and I don't have anything to do with boys.
Somewhere between starting college and finishing college I started acting out my masculine side. I got my hair cut like a boy's, I bought boy clothes and shoes. I started swaggering like a boy, boots helped with that. Except that I'm a boy's size, I'm 5' 1" and weigh 120# soaking wet. Not quite a man.
Well the day came when I had to deal with my fantasy. I went to lunch with a bunch of 'broads' and one of them told me that I needed to accept myself for who I was. Start with wearing a bra, And second, what's with 'standing' when you pee? Just sit down and go like the rest of us. With that she messed up my hair and grabbed me into her 'bosoms' and held me there.
She took me after the lunch to Target which was near by to buy me real girl underwear, a bra and panties. Since I am so small she took me to the 'preteen' isle and bought me panties with strawberries and unicorns. Some girl clothes and a ribbon for my hair. After she paid for the clothes she took me into the dressing room and stripped me down, 'see nothing but girl there', and had me step into a pair of panties and she adjusted the bra around my nonexistent tits. With a pair of girly pants and top, and girly shoes she walked me out. 'Now, this is how I want you to dress for me'. And with that she pulled me back into her bosoms and kissed me on the lips.
She is a butch woman with big breasts and she can really put it on you when she wants to make love. She wants a girly girl and she picked me for it. I wear exclusively girly panties and bras and girly clothes and shoes. I wear makeup and pretty earrings and bracelets and necklaces and bows in my hair. She keeps me tightly groomed, she wants to see my girly pussy and titties when she takes off my clothes. She's the 'man' in the relationship and I'm her girlfriend, smothered in her bosoms when she makes love me.
For some reason when she makes love to me I want to be that girly girl for her. She doesn't want to hear about my life when I let boys fuck me, and how I liked to pretend I was a boy too. Now that's she's figured me out and keeps me between her boobs I'm her girlfriend and I don't have anything to do with boys.
