Monday, June 18, 2012
Whenever I am home alone, I love playing dress-up. I raid my mother's closet, her lingerie drawer, her make-up, jewerly, perfume -- everything. She even has a long curly wig that I use to complete my look.
I love dressing up like a girl. I feel so feminine, so free, so alive. I love getting my make-up perfect and slipping on the wig. I especially like wearing my mother's sexy lingerie. Dressed like this, I enjoy staring at my pretty reflection in the mirror looking back at me. Sometimes I take photos of myself, like this one, that I can look at late at night when I'm in bed.
But today, disaster struck. I had the house to myself all afternoon -- I thought. My mother was at work and my older brother was at football practice. I was all dolled up, wearing my mother's light pink, lacy nightgown. I was in the living room, dancing to the radio and watching my performance in the big mirror, when all of sudden in walked my brother and three of his friends from the football team.
"Who's that?" one friend asked.
"That's my faggot little brother," he answered. The other boys howled with laughter when they recognized me.
"He sure is pretty," the biggest of the friends said.
"Hey," another one said. "Even though practice was cancelled, I think we can still get a workout this afternoon, if you know what I mean."
"Go ahead," my brother said. "I don't care. Do whatever you want with him."
And with that, the three boys dragged me upstairs to my bedroom to be their "Sissy Girlfriend" for the afternoon. Thet took turns having sex with me while the others held me down. I tried not to cry, but they were really rough with me and it hurt a lot.
When they were done with me, one of them said that I was cute enough to be a cheerleader -- and if I was a cheerleader then I could get fucked by the boys on the team all the time.
Hmmm. Maybe I will...