My name is Brian, i am 15 years old and i live with my parents. They all day long on work, so i have house for my own and i can play with mom’s stuff. It has all started when i entered the puberty and started jacking off and watching porn, most of boys my age wanted be a man who fuck women in that porn, but not me i always wanted to suck dick and be fucked, i wanted to be a girl.
I started fantasing about being a girl, and often visiting pages about crossdressing, learning about make up and all other things.
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I came back to my room early that day, I decided not to go to my second class of the day. As I opened the door, I caught a glance of my roomate on his laptop. He was watching short clips of shemale porn. A feeling of surprise and excitment shot through my mind. He looked back and realized that I had seen it. He was clearly embarrased, he closed the browser as fast as he could and tried to explain how it just came up, he didn’t mean to look at it.
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I came back to my room early that day, I decided not to go to my second class of the day. As I opened the door, I caught a glance of my roomate on his laptop. He was watching short clips of shemale porn. A feeling of surprise and excitment shot through my mind.
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I was the school fuck doll in a girls school. This meant that I was to be used, and abused, for the sexual purposes of the girls and staff. Basically I was a living version of a blow up doll. This story typifies a day in the life of a school fuck doll.
I had been ordered to attend Miss Hewitt’s class after morning registration. She was giving her class its weekly sex education lesson.
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“My God, what are you doing’ cried Natasha as she walked into the room?

The sight that must have greeted her was indeed a strange one as she looked at me lying on the sofa with a pair of tan pantyhose pulled most of the way up my legs, a black bra around my top, and a black pair of her heels jammed onto my feet.
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Times were tough and I took a job as a bouncer in clubs on weekends. It was a pretty boring job most nights, and frustrating having to deal with drunks all the time, so my boss sent me out to a gay club for a change of pace. Also, I was one of his few workers who wasn’t homophobic, and therefore less likely to be freaked out working there.
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