At the age of eight, Mama dressed me up beautifully as a little princess for my 8th birthday. Mama introduced me to her cousins as 'her daughter', and they ALL believed that I was a girl. The sons of Mama's cousins held my hands tight, saying, 'So small and pretty !!' And I was so very pleased, and my heart kept galloping throughout my birthday party. I sooooo liked to become a girl since that birthday party !!
I needed to make my three schoolmates happy to keep their mouth shut about my ladyboy identity, and the fact that I was growing breasts with big nipples must NOT be known at school, because that might mean my possible expulsion from school on the ground of 'moral indecency'.
So throughout the two years from form 4 to form 5 I had to allow my three schoolmates to do whatever they liked with my body. One of the things they most enjoyed doing was having me bathed, so they could caress, squeeze or even pinch different parts of my body...mainly my nipples, breasts and penis....for as long as they liked.
So at least twice a week, my three schoolmates would come to my home after school, and then they wanted me to take off my clothes to let them bathe me like a baby. Though being bathed like a baby...with their fingers probing deep into my asshole...was indeed shameful, their coarse-skinned hands -- ALL boys by the way seem to have such hands because they join in all sorts of outdoor physical activities ranging from gardening and rock climbing to basketball and volleyball. So they can't keep their hands soft like mine.
When their coarse palms touched my soft, delicate skin I trembled involuntarily, and they noticed that. They liked asking me this : You enjoy this ? Much as I disliked them for forcing me into sex slavery, I did say 'Yes', partly to avoid being whipped by them for impoliteness but mainly because I really LIKED being touched and caressed by big, coarse male hands while I was being bathed by them.
At the age of 17, I passed my Matriculation with straight As, being one of best-performing candidates in the matriculation examination that year. I was the only boy at school who scored Grade A in both English and English Literature and that, coupled with my femininely delicate good looks, made me the dreamland Prince Charming of practically all my girl schoolmates. I purposely avoided chatting with them, because with my physical condition...having breasts and a dysfunctional small cock...I just couldn't have a girlfriend even if I had wanted to.
Papa had planned to send me to Bangkok, Thailand to work as a ladyboy escort soon after my matriculation and he said repeatedly over the years...in fact since the age of 13...that he would most definitely never spend a single cent on my higher education. What use, he said, was it for a GIRL (me) to have an education ?
Even while I was sitting for the matriculation examination, Papa was having telephone conversations with Bangkok clinics to see how and when I should be castrated to prepare for my life as a shemale escort. That frightened me, because I thought that I was much better than the escorts I sometimes met on the street at night -- they put on shamefully few clothes, and really sounded uneducated, speaking broken English to lure men to be their clients.
Fortunately, my good exam results enabled me to get a scholarship, which not just paid for my tuition fees but also my living expenses. Papa was very disappointed but he threatened me that I must continue to have sex with him while at university or he would report to the Ministry of Education about my actual physical condition...with breasts...so they would take away my scholarship.
I promised Papa that I would forever be an obedient girl, and he could fuck me at any time he liked even while I was at university. That night, soon after the release of my outstanding matriculation exam result, Papa asked me to take a bath....and then I needed to use (very) hot bath water to shrink my penis to the smallest possible size, a size that Papa liked -- and in my naked state, with my small breasts soft and bouncing, Papa had me fucked really hard in my asshole and my mouth.
After that, he used a big rod....the biggest he could find at home....to have me whipped on my butt and legs....and my breasts as well...to remind me that I was an obedient girl I was an obedient girl and would always be an obedient girl. While everybody would have thought that I was having a big dinner to celebrate my exam success, I was in fact tied up that night in bed to be most painfully whipped by Papa ...much of the whipping was directed at my poor little cock, very very painful...Papa said he needed to soften and weaken my cock as much as possible before I was allowed to study at university, so that I would never be able to get hard to have a girlfriend like any normal boy.
Papa said that it was okay if I made the mistake of continuing my education, but I must come home regularly to have sex with him. He would also check whether I was taking female hormones regularly the way I did at home, and if my skin was not soft, white and smooth enough to show that I was continuously taking female hormones, he would make arrangements for me to be castrated anyway. I was sooooo scared by this castration thing, and went down on my knees to assure Papa that I would never ever dare to get hard even while at the university, and Papa taught me how to have my cock, especially my penis, tied and bound so it would remain small, short and soft.
When Papa started raising me as a girl from the age of 13, his target was for me to grow my breasts to 36 inches, while limiting my penis length to less than two inches.
At 15, my breast measurement remained disappointedly at just B Cup, at about 32 inches plus, but Papa was more successful with limiting the length of penis to about two inches. He required me to use very tight tapes to bind tight my penis which was already tied ...also very tight indeed...into some sort of lump, like a sleepy silkworm...and then in that manner, the normal growth of my penis was effectively stunted, and it was very difficult for me to get hard if I could.
I just could feel some hardening process going on inside my penis when I saw some pictures of nude girls. Since I was being trained to be a girl, the body of a nude mature woman frightened me...oh, such big breasts, and with NOTHING in between her legs.
Papa helped wash my penis every evening, and was satisfied that it remained so small, soft and short, and then he said that I would soon be ready for castration. Oh, castration, so terrible, cutting off my whole cock, including my penis, so I would get NOTHING in between my legs, like a girl.
That horrified me, but as soon as Papa had finished bathing me, he would again used such tight bandages to wrap up my tied up penis...double binding...and I needed to obediently hold my poor little cock up for Papa to bind it up, or I would be whipped.
Afterwards my three schoolmates took over this cock-binding job, and to avoid being whipped on my butt by them, I poured hot water onto my poor penis to shrink it to the smallest possible size before it was bound and wrapped. At the toilet, I often peeped at the penis of my schoolmates....oh their penis was so much longer and bigger than mine...and I felt so inferior...I wished I had not been born with my very unsightly, uselessly soft little pee pee.
My three schoolmates liked using their hands to caress my budding breasts, and whenever the rough skin of their hands glided, touched...or simply crushed onto...my breasts, especially my most sensitive nipples, I felt a surge of excitement, amounting to elation, passed all over my upper body through my spine up into my brain, so that I felt intoxicated.
They said that my skin was very white, soft and smooth, exactly like a girl's, and that made me so happy, because I so wanted to be a girl. My schoolmates liked caressing my breasts in front of a big standing mirror at my home, so the two of us sat together, with me totally naked most of the time,
I saw in the standing mirror the image of a pretty, soft-looking boy with very fair smooth skin and that boy seemed to be totally enjoying the caressing motions of the hands of another boy....those of my schoolmate...groping all over his breasts. Oh, the hands touching my snowy white body were brown and coarse....those of my schoolmate...but they were making me sooooo happy, in a way words cannot describe.
To keep my three schoolmates' mouth shut about my ladyboy identity, I had to give English tuition to the three boys, and had sex with them as and when they wanted.
Usually the three boys would have me fucked an average of two times per week, usually after school at my own home. There I would give English tuition to the boys first, and then the boys would take off my clothes to toy with my breasts and small penis.
They liked measuring my breast size and the length of my penis. For my breasts, they wanted to see REAL progress by requiring me to take heavy does of female hormone, which really made my breasts grow, but never large enough to -please the boys. So they complained that it had something to do with my penis, which they thought must have been interfering with my breast growth.
So they liked using a thin string to tie up and then pull my penis, using so much force that tears came to my eyes. I went down on my knees to beg them not to pull too hard, but they kept saying that if my breasts were large enough, my penis wouldn't be punished. But my breasts seemed to be growing at s snail's pace -- and so my poor penis got all the punishment it did NOT really deserve.
As I did not want to be expelled from school, I had to make my three schoolmates...who knew about my secret ladyboy identity....happy, almost on a daily basis. These three boys...who failed in nearly every school subject except Physical Education...would come DIRECT to my home after school, and there with the full consent of Papa...who didn't want people to know that he was having sex with me...those boys had sex with me, with me dressing up in girls clothes and lying in bed for them to do anything they liked to me.
They kept asking me TWO annoying questions, which were ' Can your pee pee get hard ?...'Do you always stay at home to do housework like a girl ?'.., I gave them a simple 'No' for the first question and a simple 'Yes' for the second. THAT simple 'No' and 'Yes' is enough to make them get very hard, and they took turns to fuck me in my asshole and my mouth.
I moaned in pain while they were fucking me in my asshole, as they were often in such a hurry that they didn't give...or gave very little...time for me lubricate my asshole before it was penetrated. AND PAPA, BEING SO VERY HORNY HIMSELF, LIKED TO WATCH ON AS I WAS BEING FIRST SPANKED...THEN HUMILIATED BY BEING MADE TO GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AT THE FEET OF THE BOYS...AND THEN FUCKED.
At the end of it all...when all three boys had finished fucking me...Papa would take the final turn to have me fucked, in full view of the three boys who stayed to see through how Papa had me whipped on my butt after having finished fucking me. I had to say 'Thank you for making me a girl' to each of my three schoolmates....on my knees with a cup of tea in both my hands....just to show that I was gentle, soft and obedient, as a girl should be.
My three schoolmates enjoyed asking me to put on girls clothes with no panties on underneath my skirt. Then they ordered me to lift up my skirt to let them see my small cock. Whenever I hesitated...not to say refused...to do that, they would give me this warning : Let us see your pretty little cock or we will report to the principal and tell him that you are a ladyboy. I was sooooo scared...I wanted to stay at school...so I obeyed, with my face turning all red as I did that for them.
As I was good at English, I did very well in most subjects, except maths and physics, in which I sometimes failed. My almost intake of female hormones...through taking 1-3 contraceptive pills a day...made me look pretty, with soft facial features and soft, smooth white skin. My girl schoolmates were infatuated by my good looks, and they also admired me for my very good grades..always straight As...in literature and history. So that most of my boy classmates were jealous of me.
But they could do nothing even if their girlfriends approached me for solving academic problems -- but in fact they just wanted to sit near me, and then they liked having me touched on my hands and face, saying, ' How pretty, like a girl's !' I tried to avoid them but just couldn't because there were too many of them -- often three or four at any one time during the recess, sort of closing up on me from all sides while I was sitting in class to read -- Papa would have me whipped if I got my skin tanned under the sun, so I just couldn't do outdoor exercise even during the recess.
After my three schoolmates had known that I was a ladyboy, they liked to take me into my own bedroom...at my own home...and asked me to dress like a girl student. And then they said that I looked prettier than the girls with my curly wig on. Then they asked me to lift up my skirt for them to see my lily white thighs, which they touched, making me feel so nervous and itchy.
That was usually followed by their pulling down my panties down to my knee caps, and then they used their rough big fingers to squeeze, caress or even pinch my small penis, saying,'So cute and small, but if it ever gets hard we will have it whipped.' Occasionally my poor penis did get hard after so much stroking by my three schoolmates, and then they used a ruler to have my poor penis beaten...sort of like face slapping...left and right...right and left...until I knelt down and begged for mercy. THAT, they said, was my well-deserved punishment for flirting with the girl schoolmates.
I explained that I didn't actually flirt with them,,,they just came so close to me that I couldn't break through their 'encirclement'. But this sort of punishment went on, throughout my senior secondary years up to form 5, when my three schoolmates were forced to leave school to go to work because of poor school grades.
This is a picture of my body as it was in form 5, when I had to have sex with my three schoolmates to keep their mouth shut about my ladyboy identity. My breasts measured just 32 inches then, despite years of taking contraceptive pills since the age of 13.
My skin was smooth and white as a girl's, though. After school, my three schoolmates took me, in rotation, to their home for having me fucked and 'trained' like a girl. I needed to let my schoolmates check whether my cock was kept small and soft enough.
If it was not....such as when it had not been tightly wrapped and bound up...my schoolmates would have me spanked on my butt. As you can see, my butt hadn't sufficiently been enlarged to look like a girl's typically round, bubble-like one.
(Me : Age 17, just before being admitted to the Northern University of Malaysia (Universiti Utara) to read English literature and History. Although contraceptive pills, taken at three pills per day, did soften my facial features to make them more feminine, my breasts remained small, at and around 34 inches.
Later when i went through a strict femininization training programme under supervision by Master, i learned that the ONLY drug that could significantly enhance the size of my breasts is Premarin. By taking this hormone pill, just one pill at a time daily, since March 2013 till now, my breast size has been successfully upgraded to D Cup, now at nearly 39 inches, and sometimes 39 inches + at that.)
(Picture Above : Me at the age of 15, two years after I had been taking female hormones since that rainy night when Papa caught me crossdressing -- and exactly one year after three schoolmates of mine...who knew my secret identity as a ladyboy...joined in to feminize me on a regular basis.
Both Papa and my schoolmates liked to order me to strip myself entirely naked at day....with my small cock tightly sandwiched between my thighs to simulate the flat pussy...and then they would check...and touch...my body to see if it was soft, white and smooth enough like a girl's.
If it was not, they would require me to take more female hormone pills...a cocktail mix of contraceptive pills and random hormone pills purchased at the drugstore...and then they would check my body again after about a week of such intensive, 'remedial' hormone treatment WITHOUT professional medical guidance.
I started being spanked...for about 13 minutes at a time... at least once every two days...by at least one of my three schoolmates... and sometimes by all three at the same time... if I was deemed disobedient in any way.)
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After my three schoolmates had discovered that I was a ladyboy in disguise as a normal boy, they threatened to tell the school principal about it if I didn't have sex with them.
So after school, they like taking me back to their home, where they stripped me naked to check, as they said, whether I was girl enough. They first looked at my breasts...oh they said, those were not big enough, we would buy more female hormones for you....and then they looked at my cock...again this ohahohah, your penis was not short and small enough, they said, and we would help you to wrap and bind up your penis to make it smaller.
And so this kind of 'female body inspection', F B I investigation, went on every afternoon after school and I was fucked in my asshole every day of the week, by all three boys in turns. Surprisingly my school grades got BETTER despite the time I wasted on entertaining those three boys.
They helped to buy for me very expensive female hormone pills which somehow in a subtle way gave me more concentration and perseverance in studying the most difficult texts, in particular, my grades in English, History and Literature improved significantly, me always getting A grades in those subjects. I suppose female hormones were making me more girl, and girls as usual are good at such Arts subjects.
After school, my schoolmates liked to take me...in turns...to their home where they told their parents that I...as a top student who every parent knew from my good grades...would help them in their studies.
In effect, the boys NEVER ever read a single page of any book during such 'tuition time' in their study room. Much of the time they were fascinated by the strange fact that as a boy I had breasts, and my penis was so very small, short and soft.
In addition to having me fucked in my asshole, which they MUST do, they liked observing...just sheer quiet, strangely gentle observation...how I urinated standing up.
I told them I couldn't urinate easily if I stood to pee, because I had been toilet trained to sit down to pee since the age of 13, but they insisted I should do it for them or they would have me whipped. So I did it for them.
This was a 'study routine'...studying how I urinated... that usually happened during the so-called 'study time' in the privacy of the study room of my schoolmates.
Because of my physical condition...with breasts...and with such creamy soft skin...Papa had arranged for me to be exempted from physical education classes on medical grounds. So while the boys were having their physical training exercise out in the field, I stayed inside the classroom to do reading. I was gentle, soft and obedient and got very good grades, always staying on top of the whole class in English and Arts subjects, but not doing too well in Maths and Science, both of which I disliked.
My girl classmates liked me very much, because I looked pretty with soft features and had smooth, white skin...and whenever I had time, I helped the girls with their English. The boys were furious at me, thinking that I was taking away their girlfriends. Which indeed appeared to be so, but in fact that was not true because at heart, I was attracted only to the boys, particularly a few strong, dark and athletic-looking ones. But I never showed that in the open, for fear of arousing suspicion over my physical condition.
I found chatting with girls much easier than I did with boys. I shared with girls common conversation topics like cooking, needlework, embroidery, fashion and movie stars little chats...all girly topics...but the boys just kept talking about football...this league and that league...and they liked Maths and Physics, which I hated. During the recess and after school, the girls would gather around me...we chatted...laughed...and sang. My voice didn't break because I had been taking female hormones, so it remained high-pitched and I should say sweet, and that got my girl classmates infatuated.
Not surprisingly, that aroused even great hostility from among my boy classmates. My results in English and all the Arts subjects were so much better than theirs...I looked really nice, like a pretty girl in boys clothes (which indeed I was !!)...and I never joined their games like football and mountain climbing. As I had carefully wrapped up my breasts, the boys didn't suspect anything. The only thing they thought I might miss was my cock....they were thinking that perhaps I didn't have a pee pee like theirs.
So at least several times a month...since Day 1 when I reached the senior forms when boys start getting mature and grow beard....the boys started harassing me. They noticed that I didn't grow any beard on my chins and jaw, and my skin remained soft, hairless and silky smooth, not getting coarse and sort of rough-looking like theirs. While I was walking along some more secluded school corridors, I often felt some boys purposely walk near me, touching me at my hands and butt. That was occurring when such alarming frequency and regularity that I reported the name of one boy...who often touched me on my butt...to the teacher. That boy was punished by being sent to detention, and then after that this touching and scraping of my body parts stopped, and I thought everything was okay.
Then one afternoon, as I was walking home from school, it was raining...so I took a shortcut round a knoll to get home more quickly. It was raining so heavily that my clothes were soaked through. The water lodged beneath my shirt also made the cloth wrappings around my breasts got very wet, making me feel most uncomfortable as the bandages were really tight to get my chest look as flat as possible. There was an abandoned Taoist temple at the roadside, and as I didn't see anybody around, I took off my shirt...removed my breast wrappings...put them into my school bag...and was preparing to put my shirt back on when suddenly three boys...one of whom was the boy who I had reported to the teachers for harassing me...appeared from behind a dust-covered, dilapidated altar table.
In those moments, I was naked from the waist up, with my breasts exposed in full view. The boys cried out aloud, in great excitement and joy, saying, 'Oh, you have breasts...you are a ladyboy !!' It was too late for me to deny that, and I got very frightened... I got down on my knees...and started begging the boys to help keep my secret. At my school, if any student was found to have such behavorial problem as being, for example, a crossdresser or, like me, a ladyboy, he/she would be sent to a remedial class where students were of such low standards that my dream of studying at university would be ruined.
I begged and kowtowed to the boys...on my knees and in tears...and hoped they would spare me the terrible fate of being sent to such hopelessly low-standard class. They came up to me to squeeze and caress my breasts as I was begging them, and they said,'Real stuffs...very soft...very white.' And then they started pinching my nipples with their rough fingers. pulling and pushing my big nipples up and down...many times over. I felt great pain but dared not resist, because they said that if I resisted they would just take me to school in my half-naked state, which would bring me to newspaper headlines.
While the boys kept touching my hands, arms, my back and my breasts, they began asking me all sorts of questions, such as why and how I grew breasts and why I was raised as a girl at home. I told them that I liked putting on girls clothes at night to go out to have sex with men...Papa discovered that...and he started having me raised as a girl. When the boys eventually got this truth from me...that I liked having sex with men...they got very turned on, and I actually saw big bulges rising from beneath the fly of their trousers.
Then they picked up a big, rough-looking stick from the temple ground and said they would beat my breasts with that stick unless I said this :'I am a girl...please fuck me hard....anyway you like.' I said that immediately, loud and clear, to avoid being beaten with that big stick. The boys laughed when they heard that I was begging on my knees to ask them to have me fucked. Then they ruched up to me...pressed me down onto the ground...and started pulling down my school trousers.
As they were taking down and off my trousers, they noticed that I was in girly panties,,,and they asked me why. I explained that at home I was always in girls clothes 24/7, and I put on boys clothes only for going to school, but beneath my trousers, I must have panties on, like any girl, or Papa would have me spanked. The fact that I was in girls clothes at home was a great turn-on for the boys, and their excitement reached a feverish pitch.
They couldn't wait to have my panties took off ...they just tore it off...violently...like wild wolves seeing lumps of delicious meat. Then they saw the tight cloth wrappings...bound tightly together with soft ropes...around and all over my butt cleavage, having my cock well bound up in a lump. They asked me why my cock was bound up like that, like a Chinese rice dumpling.
I explained...in embarrassment with my eyes close tight all the time...that as I was being raised at home as a girl, I was required by Papa to sit down to pee, and Papa would like to keep my cock as small as possible as that would help me look 'more lovely' -- having a cock that was so small, soft and short. I told the boys...they had by then already taken out their huge cocks, dangling them at my face. I added that my cock had been wrapped up in a way that would make me sit down to pee, as standing to pee in that wrapped condition would make the urine pass down my legs, The boys asked, 'But you still have a fly on your trousers.' I told the boys that that fly was a fake...it was just a piece of clothing stitched on there to make my boy trousers look normal...there was no opening there. The boys checked the fly of my trousers, and exclaimed, 'Right...you are being very honest...now ask us to treat you like a girl !'
As I said that, as required, I felt some strange feelings of hardening deep inside the shaft of my penis...it couldn't get hard...as it had been bound...but I felt that it started hardening as I was saying these particular words ''Treat me like a girl please !'
Then the boys started unwrapping my cock, and in no time at all, my little cock...shaved bald, hairless and lumped together like a meshed meat ball...was exposed in full view. The boys started fondling my puny little cock, asking,'Why so small, like a baby's ?' I said that Papa started requiring me to take female hormones from the time when he discovered that I was a crossdresssr, so my penis had stopped growing any larger since he age of 13...and it was shrinking further because it was always bound and wrapped tight.
The boys started squeezing my little pee pee...pushing it in and out...twisting it round and round...and they seemed to feel that it was hardening. Papa always had me whipped if he found that my penis got hard...so I got so scared...I told the boys that I was getting hard...I knew I was wrong in getting hard...but please don't have me punished for getting hard without permission. The one boy said, 'So you need permission to get hard uh ? Now you are getting hard...without our permission...what did your Papa tell you to do in this kind of situation ?' I told them Papa would normally have me spanked on my butt for getting hard without permission, trembling as I spoke.
Having heard that, all three boys stopped getting ready to penetrate me, and one boy took a table tennis bat out from his school bag...asked me to get down on my hands and knees...all naked...to get ready to be spanked on my butt for having got hard without permission. Then one by one, the boys spanked me, and each boy spanked me...really hard...for about 10 minutes...oh so painful...and yet I felt that that hardening feeling was getting stronger from inside my poor little penis, even as I was being spanked. My penis didn't get and even look hard, but the feeling was there...so very strong and got stronger as the force of the table tennis bat impacted on my butt...now getting prawn red from spanking.
They were getting so turned on when they saw that my butt was getting so red on both its cheeks, and they wanted to fuck me in my asshole immediately. They tried...each one of them trying really hard...to get inside me...but failed...somehow my asshole was too small or their penis was not hard enough. Out of extreme desperation and disappointment, they had to give up having me fucked, but had to end up by just asking me to suck them up and then they shot their cum loads into my mouth.
Pictures a) and b) Below : Three of my schoolmates attacked me when I was walking home after school in one hot afternoon. I was much smaller in size than all three boys...my physical growth had been stunted by daily female hormone intake...and in my desperation I tried to scream for help, but was badly beaten by the boys...and then raped... because of that.
Picture a)
Picture b)
Afterwards they asked me to put my clothes back on, and to my surprise they insisted on seeing Papa. I had to agree to that....I took them home...and in their presence...with me being on my knees for having carelessly exposed my ladyboy identity...I begged Papa for forgiveness. The thee boys told Papa that he must allow me to be SHARED by all of them, or they would 1) report my case...being a ladyboy...to the school principal, who would definitely send me to a terrible remedial class and 2) report Papa to the police for having sex with a minor below the age of 18, in which case Papa would go to jail for about 10 years.
Both Papa and I were terrified by their threats, and Papa had to agree to let me become their sex slave for as long as I was at the same school as theirs, and that would be 2 years and a half, as I was half way through form 4 and still had my form 5 and matriculation to complete.
Having got what they wanted, the boys complained to Papa that they were not able to have me fucked some time ago at the deserted temple because my asshole was too small. They asked Papa to explain how he fucked me. I begged Papa on my knees not to tell them everything, but Papa said that he had no choice because it was all my fault, and if he didn't co-operate with the boys, he would go to jail.
Papa said that I was born with a small asshole and a small cock, but both could be turned to the advantage of men once they knew how to fuck me. Papa let the boys have a look at a butt plug, a plastic device used to enlarge the asshole. That plug must be inserted into my asshole about two hours before I was fucked, and when it was inserted, lubricants of a special brand available at sex toys shops must be applied at the opening and inside of my asshole, so that the plug could go deep and the anal canal could become lubricated to turn loose enough to take in even a big 7-inch penis.
After two hours, the butt plug could be removed from my asshole, and the boys could use their fingers...first one...and after 5-6 minutes...two...but no more than three fingers at any time...to loosen my asshole further. That must cause me pain but he assured the boys that my voice is high pitched and sweet, and my moaning sounds would turn the boys on further.
The final step...I didn't want the boys to know...was to use a small soft rod...thin but sturdy...to have my small pee pee CANED. Papa told the boys that my penis, though small at about 2 inches +, could get turned on to become hard while being whipped, and since I could not really get really hard, my penis would just retract to a small lump from the pain it got, but the force of the impacting cane would be transmitted to my asshole. That force, being generated from my penis having been whipped or caned, would cause my anal canal to contract and suck, making penetrating my asshole a most joyful experience.
I was expecting the boys to leave...it was 5 pm on that day when it was finally agreed that in return for my becoming their sex slave, the boys...all of whom from rich families...would not only keep my ladyboy identity a secret.....they would protect me in future in case I was bullied by other boys at school...but they would also give Papa money to buy female hormone pills...the more expensive types...so as they said, 'she...(they now referred to me as 'she') will get ever prettier.' But the boys didn't leave immediately..they wanted to try out the methods that Papa taught them so they could really have me penetrated for the first time.
Since those three boys were now my little Masters, Papa told me to get myself ready to be fucked. He asked me to put on a wig...my hair was too short...make up my face beautifully...paint my finger nails red...and put on a beautifully designed skirt. When all that had been done, and I really looked pretty in my girly makeup and dress, Papa told me to use my own fingers to probe and turn open my asshole to get ready for a medium-sized butt plug to be inserted into it.
I got down on my knees doggy style and then had my butt raised way up, so that my fingers could just reach my own asshole...I used my fingers to probe and turn my own asshole....my face was turning all red, because that was the first time I had been forced to probe my own asshole for the amusement of young boys. Then Papa taught the boys how to lubricate my asshole...at first they did it clumsily...hurting me...I begged for mercy...they became more careful, and in the end all successfully mastered the skills of how to lubricate my asshole first, and then insert the butt plug into my asshole later.
(Me : In matriculation class as a a proud boy student with straight As -- but humbly kneeling in bed as a girl slave to await being spanked, fucked and humiliated by my three boy classmates)
I seemed to be lying in wait for ages for my fucking. Then the time came. Papa removed my butt plug and closed the bedroom so the three boys, my little Masters, could get the fun they wanted. To my surprise they didn't fuck me immediately. One of the boys said, ' You see we don't really want to make you our slave. It is just that your skin is too white and soft for a boy...your butt too round and big...and your manners too gentle. Okay, we will let you go if you promise to play football with us every day after school, and you don't bind up your cock anymore...boys don't do that. We will help make you a real boy.'
I was so scared...I didn't like to have dark skin like any boy's...so unsightly...a small butt wasn't pretty...and as for playing football...I hated it...so rough...I was so frightened when once a football hit me on my body...at my breasts...very painful...I was so afraid of even getting near the football field...so very dangerous !! So I got down on my knees to ask the boys not to force me to play football...I wanted to remain soft, gentle and obedient.
'So you want to be obedient, right ? We'll teach you that.' Then the three of them were all over me, and I seem to be engulfed in a whirlpool...one boy was fucking my face at my mouth...one was squeezing and sucking my big nipples...and one was whipping me on my cock with that little cane Papa gave them...oh so painful...my balls retracted and then drooped downward, and my penis sort of fell all the way down, like a loose sausage in between my legs. The caning of my penis took 10 minutes...very painful...but then I noticed that that strange hardening feeling came...and I leaked out droplets of cum.
The boys didn't notice that I was cumming and changed positions to have me eventually fucked in my asshole for a full hour. From then on till I completed matriculation, I became the sex slave of all three boys.
(The boys insisted that I must start having injection-type hormones so I could more easily absorb estrogen and premarin, the two female hormones responsible, respectively, for softening the skin and growing breasts. I would have preferred to have smaller breasts so I could hide them more easily, but I couldn't decide that for myself since I was their slave.
Female hormones have the side effect of stunting the growth hormone, thereby making women generally smaller and shorter than men. Because I was on heavy dosage of female hormones from age 15 to 17,,,the three years when I was controlled by the boys...I could not grow tall like other boys at my age...my shoulders remain narrow...my hands and feet remain small too...my breasts were getting big enough to look normally female though -- as you can see from this picture of mine taken in my matriculation year.
You may note that in comparison to the normal-sized male body of my boy classmate, my body looked very small indeed. I felt inferior as a boy...being so undersized, short (just 5'3") and narrow-shouldered...that was one reason why eventually I didn't mind going through MtF transition to become a girl. )
( Me : At age 14 - When Papa discovered that I liked crossdressing...putting on girls clothes at night...he decided to raise me as a girl. Within days after Papa had had sex with me...having discovered my crossdressing obsession one night when I was 13...Papa arranged with the school authority for me to be exempted from physical education classes, so my skin wouldn't get darkened under the hot tropical sun. He was already thinking of giving me female hormone so I could grow breasts.
As a young man, Papa used to go to Thailand to have sex with ladyboy escorts, and he was a passionate ladyboy lover. In addition, he applied to the school authority to allow me to grow long hair on religious grounds, claiming that I was required by my dead mother to grow long hair to keep her in memory. Because I was housebound to do housework like any girl...never allowed to go out to play after school...and because of the female hormones I was taking on a daily basis...3 contraceptive pills per day to stop the normal growth of my penis and Premarin to help me grow breasts...I already looked very much like a girl at the age of 14.
The fact that I had long hair like a girl's made me become the object of school bullying. The boys would hold me by my ponies and forced to me take off my trousers to play with my very small cock which couldn't grow normally because of my female hormone intake. That kind of bullying occurred almost once every week...I didn't dare to report the naughty boys who bullied me to the school principal, because I was afraid that my ladyboy identity...with breasts...might be found out...and then I would be transferred from the elite class I was in to a remedial class with appallingly low standards.)
My literature teacher took the above pictures while I was sleeping with him in bed. His help enabled me to get into the university with a distinction in both English Language and English Literatue
Upon completion of form 5, Papa moved house with me to another town in northern Malaysia, just a few miles off the Malaysia-Thailand border. That got me free from the domination of my three schoolmates, But two years of continuous feminization by injection-type female hormones had somehow stunned my normal growth, so that I remained rather short, at just a bit over 5'3" and had narrow shoulders, small hands and feet.
I was already thinking of leaving home, so that I wouldn't have to have sex with Papa. Somehow, the idea that he was my Papa...albeit only my stepfather...made me feel uncomfortable. I just liked having sex with men at night as a crossdresser, and then in the morning, there was no trace of my having done THAT. The fact that Papa was around me all day somehow reminded me of my abnormality, and that made me sort of feeling quite embarrassed when at night, I had to put on sexy lingerie to lie in bed to await being fucked by Papa in my face and asshole.
While at school studying in matriculation for admission to the university, I felt very much isolated from the rest of my classmates. I naturally enrolled as a boy student, but my skin was so very white and smooth...without hairs...my hands so small and delicate...that I was attracting too much unwanted attention from my boy classmates.
I was careful not to walk home anymore, and had booked for a school bus place so as soon as school was over, the school bus would shuttled me straight back home without the danger of my ever being waylaid or harassed by some suspecting classmates of mine -- the way three of my schoolmates did to me when I was walking back home one afternoon two years back when I was in form 4.
I excelled in literature and history, especially English literature. But I found English poetry too difficult for me to master. My English literature teacher was an Englishman from Britain, speaking very good Oxford-accented English. While in matriculation, I again did not need to attend physical education classes on the basis of medical certification to the effect that I had over-sensitive skin allergic to the hot tropical sun.
One day my English literature teacher passed by my classroom, and seeing me struggling with a few poems ...as the other boys were playing football at the field...asked me why I didn't go out to do some sports. I told him that my skin was allergic to the sun, and he touched me on my hand, saying, 'Your skin is very fair...do you want me to help you with your English poems, boy ?' I said 'yes' because I would need a Grade A in English to study for a B.A. in English and History at the university.
I went to that English teacher's home for some tuition in English poetry, and while I was at it, I suddenly felt the need to pee. I had been trained to sit down to pee since childhood, so as soon as I was at the toilet, I pushed down my trousers, unwrapped the bandage that was there to keep my cock small and soft, and then sat down to pee like a girl -- because in any case Papa had already stitched up the fly of all my trousers so on all occasions I must push down my trousers to pee.
It was a steamy hot day, so I also took off my shirt to loosen the tight bandages wrapped around my breasts... which were there to create the flat male chest illusion...so as to ease the itchiness created by the sweat on my body. With all that having been done, I went back to the sitting room to receive tuition in poetry from my teacher.
After an hour of tuition, I thanked my teacher and was ready to go, but my teacher, in beautifully accented Oxford-style English, asked me very politely, 'Why not stay for dinner...you like English dinner, boy ?' The meal was nicely done, with sausages, egg cum bacon sandwiches plus one big glass of freshly squashed orange juice. I drank the whole glass of orange juice...which was so deliciously sweet...and then felt my head going a bit dizzy...I was soon seeing stars in my eyes...and I somehow lost consciousness.
When I awoke again, I found myself half-naked in bed , and much to surprise, my male clothing had been removed and I was dressed in sexy very girly lingerie. I felt my thighs wet with stickily thick cum...my penis was pulled out and exposed at one side of the sexy panties I was in, and then my asshole hurt rather badly. I looked across the room and saw the blond-haired head of my English teacher, who was watching a video showing how I undressed myself to pee and dry up my sweat in the toilet. I immediately knew what had happened.
I walked on my knees to kneel at the feet of my English teacher, and while I was down at his feet, I noticed that he had very strong, hairy legs. I begged him in tears not to reveal my ladyboy identity to the Education Department which would NOT allow ladyboys to be admitted to any university under any circumstances.
My teacher...oh, his hands were so big and firm...patted me on my head and then he squeezed and caressed me gently on my big nipples, saying, ' You are very pretty, boy...I am sorry I had to enter you...your butt is just too white and cute.' And then he patted me on my butt. I was so anxious about the whole thing that I sobbed uncontrollably, with tears flowing down my cheeks. My teacher wiped the tears off my cheeks with a handkerchief...a perfumed handkerchief...and he said he would give me all the help I would need in English literature...he would help me to get a distinction in English Literature so I could easily get into the university. 'But will you be my girlfriend, boy ?' he asked.
I nodded my head...there was no other choice...the alternative was to lose my lifelong dream of getting a degree to be independent of Papa. Anyway, my English teacher, at 6 feet 3 inches...with blond hair and blue eyes...was so dashingly handsome. It seemed a good idea that he would be my boyfriend and then he would teach me to master English poetry to the best of his ability.
From then on, I went to my teacher's home to get free tuition from him in English and English Literature. After he had given me tuition, I slept with him in bed. Papa knew about my relationship with this teacher of mine, but said and did nothing, since he himself was afraid that the teacher might know that he was having sex with his own son.
My teacher returned to Britain when I was admitted to the university, but his intensive tuition of my English had helped improve my ability to speak, read and write English by leaps and bounds, so that at the university, I was ALWAYS on top of the whole class in English literature papers.
That pride of being better than others gave me much difficulty in adjusting to my new life as a slave girl after March 2013, and that same pride...amounting at times to haughtiness...was a male trait hard to eliminate despite of my being whipped, fucked and humiliated for months after March 2013.
In an indirect way, my success at school and university developed in me the sort of pride, self-dignity and assertiveness which were in direct opposition to the sort of submissiveness and humility required of me when I became a slave girl. Those decidedly male traits led inevitably to numerous incidents of my deliberate disobedience to men. So in December 2013, about numerous very serious breaches of discipline and many incidents of outrageously intolerable disobedience, i was eventually CASTRATED as a needed, very much well-deserved punishment.
(Me - Sucking off one of my schoolmates after school - at a staircase near my school.)
(Me -- Stroking the penis and legs of one of my three schoolmates by using both my hand and small penis. I went to school ...as a boy...with such femininely soft legs ...and in shorts with tubes cut several inches above my knees... while in the last year of my secondary school.
Sometimes my three schoolmates had my legs whipped if they found that my skin was not soft, white and smooth enough to satisfy them. The red lash marks were left on my legs to be seen by everybody at school since I was in shorts.
My schoolmates all asked me why I had been whipped on my legs. I had to say that at home I was routinely whipped if I was not soft and gentle enough. The boys jeered at me, calling me a 'stupid sissy', but the girls tended to take pity on me -- and some even helped by rubbing some medicinal lotion on my lash marks, calling me ' Poor Dearest'.)
Because I had been taking female hormones since the age of 13, I had a sort of female puberty which meant that I was unable to grow any taller from the age of 15. My shoulders remained small, my hips turned big and my hands and feet grew to be delicately small.
All that made me look like a pretty little boy at school, and I was attracting lots of attention from my girl schoolmates. I was good at English and that made me stand out on top of the class in all Arts subjects, though I was having much difficulty with Physics and Maths, probably because my brain was under the influence of my daily intake of female hormones which tend, as they do with biological girls, to interfere with the development of mathematical and spatial abilities.
My three schoolmates...who had discovered that I was a ladyboy...decided that I must not be allowed to, as they said, 'flirt with girls', for the simple reason that they noticed that while the girls with sitting at my side...supposedly asking me to solve certain problems they met in English...my small penis was having some sort of erection...not very strong...but hard enough to create some sort of bulge beneath the fly of my trousers. That, in the view of my three schoolmates, was not to be. As a ladyboy, my penis must not be allowed to get hard, and boys, instead of girls, should be attracted to me.
They talked with Papa and threatened us ...me and Papa...that if I didn't try hard to make myself UNattractive to girls, they would let everybody know that I was raised as a girl at home...was in training to be a ladyboy...had sex with my own Papa...and then the secret that that I had breasts would be made known to the school principal, who would definitely expelled me from school, or at least transferred me to one of those remedial classes for students with 'deviant behaviour' and 'poor grades'.
In desperation, Papa arranged for me to have sex with each of the three boys for at least one hour every two days, and with all three...altogether in gangbang sessions...over the weekends and on Sundays.
At the insistence of the three boys, Papa bribed a doctor to write me a medical certificate, which said that my legs were allergic to clothing, and as such I could only put on shorts, so that they would be exposed to open air to avoid getting sensitive, red rashes from my allergy.
So in the last year of my secondary school, I put on shorts instead of trousers when I was at school, and I was not having socks on, wearing just slippers -- all under the medical excuse of having allergic legs and feet.
My legs were white, soft, slender -- and, unlike other boys, without hairs. My feet were small like a girl's, and my toe nails shiningly white because of the skin-enriching effects of female hormones. That indeed attracted the attention of many boys. They reacted to my femininely white legs in different ways. Some began bullying me by purposely pushing and pressing me against corridor walls ; some patted me on my butt while I was walking back home from school ; and some stoked me on my thighs while I was sitting somewhere at the school premises -- or even while I was reading and studying in the classroom during the recess, since I was not allowed by Papa to do outdoor exercise.
But all THAT did not drive ALL the girls away from me. Many did stay away from me because I looked and acted 'too sissy', but some big, strong girls adopted a protective attitude, and went out of the way to stand at my side and scold the boys right at the spots where and when they were seen to be bullying me.
That made my three schoolmates very jealous of me. But since I had agreed to be sissified in public, there was nothing more they could do. They decided instead to punish me for still being 'too boy'.
They took me to see a doctor who specialized in feminizing ladyboys, and hormone injections were made at the two sides of my lower belly, at spots very near...almost adjacent to... my testicles. As the injections were made so near my testicles, my penis was further weakened, to the extent that even while the girls purposely touched me on my legs and hands...which they praised as 'so pretty'...I could no longer have a noticeable bulging erection beneath the fly of my shorts. I could just feel my penis to be hardening, but that natural male erection...commonly experienced by normal boys in puberty...never ever came in real to me after those horribly painful injections, at three times a week.
Picture Above : Soon after Papa had discovered that I was obsessed with crossdressing, he not only did not prevent me from doing it, but also actively encouraged me to live full time as a girl at home. He bought me female hormone pills, which consisted mainly of contraceptive pills called 'Mercilon'.
I took three pills a day to make my skin soft and smooth, and I noticed that Papa's eyes were often glued to my nipples...which began to be enlarged to form a pair of big red beans...and then every now and then, Papa would stroked the puffy flesh at and near my small breasts which I began to grow, and his hands patted me on my butt several times a day, once when I left home for school, and two or three times after school when I needed to stay at home to do housework like a girl. Papa required me to put on a mini skirt along with an apron tied to my back with a pink ribbon. And he didn't allow me to sit with my legs wide apart...I must fold them as I sit.
One day, he told me that I wouldn't be allowed to take my own bath, as there was some foul smell coming from my body. I said that that I was a big boy and it wouldn't be necessary for him to bathe me. He insisted on that, and I kept on refusing to allow him to bathe me. Then one day after I had returned home from school, Papa suddenly scolded me. 'See how smelly you are ! You need to be whipped for that !'
I went down on my knees to beg Papa to spare me the rod, but Papa just pushed down my trousers...bent me over at the dining table...and then made me butt bare with my underpants pushed way down to my ankles. Then he caned with with a big rod....very painful...for 10 minutes until I begged for mercy and agreed to let him bathe me.
Then Papa took me into the bathroom...took off all my clothes...and he stroked, rubbed and cleansed my whole body...especially my small breasts and penis...with his bare hands. From that day onward, Papa gave me a bath every night before I went to sleep -- with him.
Whilst being bathed by Papa, I was so stimulated...might be really turned on...by the coarse male hands of Papa who drew small circles with his fingers round my nipples, at my butt and around my cock. I couldn't easily fall asleep and so Papa had me fucked in my asshole to ease the tension being built up inside my body each time after I had been bathed up and down...round and about...by Papa.
Papa used olive oil to soften and loosen my small asshole before he penetrated me, but it was still at times quite painful and I moaned in pain and kept begging for mercy. I noticed when I started getting hard myself, Papa got really pissed at me, so took the precaution of having a cupful of icy cold water...from the fridge...ready at the bedside, and I would pour the water onto my penis as soon as I felt the sensation of a hardening process going on inside my penis.
But Papa said, 'Boy, you are too delicate and gentle to be a boy...I will make you a girl, so you have to learn to get used to being fucked by me, because when you grow up, you will be a pretty ladyboy and lots of men will be fucking you there at your pretty little asshole.' Deep inside, I did like to be a girl, so I accepted my daily 'Papa bath' and 'Papa fucking' without complaints, willingly.
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(Picture Below : Me - being fucked and treated like a girl on my 14th birthday, when Papa asked me to put on a wig with cute, floating ponies...he then bathed me...half-hugged-half-carried me to bed...and there in bed I was spreadeagled and then I closed my eyes. Then a sharp, piercingly painful feeling surged like a flood into my tiny asshole.
It was an 'ouch...ah...ouch..ouch' first sex experience of mine, because Papa entered me very brutally, using his big fingers to spread open my small asshole before he pushed his rock-hard penis into it. That was excruciatingly painful, because I was just a child, and my asshole was just too small for Papa's big penis. It could just take in about 1/3 of his long, 7-inch penis.
I begged and moaned in pain, but that only caused Papa to fuck me harder !! I started taking female hormones since the age of 13, so you might notice that, unlike normal teenage boys in puberty, I didn't develop hard muscles anywhere on my body -- not even at my arms, which looked femininely soft with no visible biceps.)
Papa, my stepfather, had been a ladyboy lover since 15 years at the time when, when I was aged 13, he discovered that I had strong feminine traits and was crossdressing at night. He said that I would look prettier if I took female hormones so I just took them, randomly and without consulting any doctor. The result of that random intake of female hormone, mostly consisting in taking contraceptive pills, was that my breast growth wasn't smooth and normal.
At age 14, nearly a year after I had been taking female hormones, my nipples swollen up considerably (see picture below) but my breasts didn't get noticeably big. Which I liked because I needed to have my breasts and nipples wrapped and bound tight to simulate the flat male chest when going to school, as the boy I was.
My big nipples, protruding out from my chests like big peanuts, were immensely sensitive, so when Papa had me fucked...which he did every afternoon and every night since his discovery of my feminine traits...my nipples got very hard, firm and erect.
My breasts began growing normally in all directions...not just my nipples (!!)...when three of my schoolmates discovered that I was a ladyboy and I started serving them after school as their sex slave. They used their own pocket money to buy me expensive female hormone pills which then gradually took away that strange peanut-like--look from the nipples on my chest.
In return for keeping their mouth shut about my ladyboy identity, my three schoolmates required me to regularly study with them at their home after school. Their parents knew that I was a good, hardworking student and were so very glad that I was willing to study alongside their academically poor-performing sons at the study room.
Usually only their mothers were at home in the afternoon when I went to my schoolmates' home. My schoolmates bullied me by requiring me to help their mothers to cook the evening meal and clean the house, which I did most obediently and conscientiously - for fear of being whipped by my schoolmates in the study room for disobedience.
Their mothers were all surprised that although I was a boy, my skin was so soft, delicate and white, and I did all the household chores so neatly. Sometimes I was careless and spilled some food leftovers on the table or the floor, I immediately knelt down on the floor to apologize to my schoolmates' mothers.
Their mothers were so pleased at my obedience, and often patted me on my head, saying, 'Good boy...you are as obedient as I was when I was a girl at home.' Which made my face turn red from shame. My schoolmate would normally take me into his study room/bedroom after we had had our evening meal. His mother never disturbed us, and would always ask me to stay with her son for as long as I liked. Once inside the study room/bedroom, my schoolmate would strip me naked, and then he would toy with my breasts and small penis in whatever way he liked before having me fucked.
(Me - having my small penis squeezed and stroked by my schoolmate for his pleasure and fun.)
Before settling down to marriage with Mama, Papa used to be a ladyboy lovers. He spent all his holidays in Bangkok, Thailand, where he made friends with lots of ladyboy escorts.
He told me that he married Mama because she had 'very boy' looks, and indeed Mama had thick, busy eyebrows and low cheek bones. After the death of Mama in a car accident, Papa started going to Thailand for fun again, and he took lots of pictures of himself being hugged by those pretty ladyboys in Thailand.
Therefore when Papa discovered that I liked crossdressing to be a girl at night, he not only did not punish me, but actively encouraged me to dress as a girl at home. During school holidays, he liked having me put on a wig either with shoulder-length hair or ponies, so that I looked really cute.
He also required me to take female hormone pills so I could grow breasts. At home, he insisted that my cock, especially my penis, must be wrapped and bound...pulled backward with a rope into the v-cavity in between my thighs...so that my pubic spot was made to look flat to simulate the smooth-contoured pussy illusion.
And then Papa would ask me to put on bra and panties, hugged me tight, and then at any spot at home convenient to him...the sitting room or even the kitchen...he would push down...or pull up...my bra...to expose my small breasts, and he would ask me to make sure that my penis was well hidden in between my thighs before he pushed down my panties.
Then, tenderly at first and then gradually becoming brutal, he would stroke, caress, touch and kiss my body all over, making me feel so very turned on, because his hands were so very coarse, and my skin was so soft, and the friction between the two caused a pulsating sensation all over me, firing me into red-hot passion that burnt me all over.
After my castration in December 2013, among the first teachers who regularly booked me was my Moral Education teacher. He told me that as a boy student, I was among the most obedient students he had ever taught, but because my hands and feet were so small...and my skin was so white...he had always suspected that I was some sort of sissy.
He often took along his son, who was once my schoolmate, to have me served both of them in turns. While he was having me fucked, he kept stroking my small penis, and he said that I well deserved to be castrated since my penis was so small and short.
While I was being fucked by my teacher, his son....my schoolmate...watched on, he stroking his penis and made it become so big...nearly 7 inches hard...that I had to admit that I really have shamed myself for having such a soft, 2-inch-always-soft penis...with balls having been cut off too...and I was asked by my Moral Education teacher to repeatedly say, ' Fuck me and make my penis smaller so I can be more girl.'
For most boys, the penis is a source of pride, a symbol and embodiment of male dignity -- because in a way it is a source of power, which can be used as a tool...or a weapon...for making girls submissive. But for me, having a penis meant causing to me all the pain and trouble of the whole world.
Papa and my three naughty schoolmates....who by the way never did their school assignments and just copied direct from mine...insisted that my penis must be kept small and soft at all time. That meant if they stroked it, and it became...by accident...not out of my own free will...HARD, that was a serious offence.
I was so afraid that my penis could get hard when stroked, so I squeezed and pressed it even while doing my school assignments at home, and then when Papa and my three schoolmates made random ' 'P.P.', or penis probe, my penis would have a good chance of remaining soft, short and soft, as was expected by Papa and those three naughty boys.
One moment I was doing homework, or housework, another moment Papa's groping hands would explore my penis beneath my skirt...I was in skirt at home since the age of 13...and then Papa's fingers would measure the size of my penis at that particular moment of inspection. If the size of my penis satisfied the three '-S' requirements ( 'S' for 'short, small and soft'}, I would be rewarded with generous gifts of makeup materials, skincare products and more effective female hormone pills to further feminize me to make me more, as my schoolmates liked to say, 'ladylike'. But it unfortunately, my penis was big and large...expanding to its full, hardened length of three inches plus, I was scolded and then ...as usual (sigh)...whipped butt bare.
(Picture Below : Papa was measuring the length and width of my penis as soon as I changed into girls clothes after school.)
In matriculation class, all the boys were developing muscles...with biceps on their arms...and their legs were all getting hairy. As I was taking female hormones, ,my arms remained soft, almost flabby at the spots where my biceps should have been, and my legs were smooth and slender, without even the traces of hair stubs. The three schoolmates who kept threatening me with exposing my secret ladyboy identity...the fact that I had breasts and was training to be a girl at home...had dropped out from school. Although they were not at school, their threats still worked on me, because if they told my principal about my secret life, I might still remain at school as a student...I was 17 anyway...but there would be no chance whatsoever for me to get a government scholarship, since the government believed thal ladyboys are (still are) guilty of moral indecency and as such were not qualified for any form of government financial help -- not even a loan, not to say a scholarship. But I so needed the scholarship since Papa said he wouldn't pay for my university education. He was planning to send me to work in Thailand as a ladyboy escort. So every now and then, I would receive a phone call from one of those three schoolmates of mine, telling me this :' Get dressed as a girl to meet me at my place...I need to fuck you...be prettily made up, or I will have you whipped.' When I received such phone call, I was sweating all over....my heart kept pounding...I was so afraid of being whipped on my butt by the boys...so I sometimes spent HOURS making myself as beautiful as possible to meet any on of those three boys...or sometimes all three together...at a place of their choice. I was so afraid that my penis would not be small enough when I met up with them, so I dipped it into very icy cold, refrigerated water before I had it wrapped, bound and tied....like a silkworm cocoon...and then off I went to meet the boys. One of the first things the boys did when they met me was to use their hands to feel that my penis was small, short and soft as required. Because I was so very well prepared, I was only rarely whipped for not having a small penis.
My schoolmates came fuck me at my home immediately after school, for about three times week. I found it very mentally disturbing while being penetrated by them at my own room, as it intruded so much on my privacy, which was quite different from what I did in public out there on the street at night. Papa liked coming into my room every now and then, ostensibly to protect me from being harmed by the boys, but in effect I thought he enjoyed watching over my being penetrated, and that humiliation was so overwhelming that I was determined never to become a real girl ...never to have sex change surgery...however much I wanted to be a girl.
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