Daddys little bitch part 1

To tell you abit about myself and my life, it is just me and my dad that live together
as my bitch of a mother left us to start a new life with my dads brother, my uncle.
I am a 12 years old boy, but im not like most Young boys from as early as the age of 5
i have always wondered what it would be like to be a girl. So from when i was around 10
i would try on my mothers clothes and after a while of doing this i decided to take a pair
of knickers and bra they wasnt too sexy but they made me feel sexy i could only take them
ones as im sure my mother would of noticed if i had taken her sexy lingerie. I kept them
hidden in my bedroom and whenever i got the chance i would wear them and just walk
about the house or sit and watch tele in them.


This starts off my story it was only a month or so since my mum had left us. My dad had said
he couldnt live in the same house where he’d lived with that bitch so we moved away and dad
found a new job. We moved in n i was left all day most days for the first week while dad got
settled into his new job, so of course while i was left i would walk around and relax in my
bra and knickers that i brought with me from our old house. That brings me to the day when it
happened, the day i was caught. I was realxing watchin tele in my bra and knickers when i suddenly
heard the front door slam shut, my mind raced into panick my dad was home and there i was in nothing
but womens underwear, i tried to jump up and run but it was no use as the living room is only a
couple of feet from the front door so two seconds after i heard the front door shut the livingroom
door swung open, i was frozen stiff as my dad stood there i seen the expression on his face change
to anger, dont get get me wrong he wasn’t happy in the first place, still being pissed off at my mother.
He had a big bag in his hand, i didnt know what it was as he dropped it ” WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?..” shouted
dad he grabbed me by my arm, sat down and dragged me across his knee so my bottom was stickin up in front
of him ” no dad.. please ” i begged him WHACK he smacked my arse ” SHUT THE FUCK UP..if u want to act
like a bitch, your gonna get treated like one ” i was crying uncontrollably by now ” i thought i told you
to SHUT THE FUCK UP!! ” he kept on wackin my arse it hurt so much but i knew i was better off doing what
he says so i kept quite except from whimperin each time he smacked me ” thats it take it like a bitch! “
i lay there takin the whacks my arse by now was red raw ” im so sorry dad, i just like the way they make
me feel” i sobbed. He picked me up and threw me onto the couch i grabbed my kness bringin them to my
chest ” how long has this been going on ” he said seemingly calmed down alot ” i started wearing mums
clothes when i was 10 whenever i had time by myself ” dad stood thinking to himself ” hmmmm looks
like i have to go back out ” he picked up the bag he had brought in with him and left.



I sat there on the couch for a few minutes thinking about what dad had said, about me wanting to be a bitch
and treatin me like one, what was he going to do, where had he gone, what the hell was going on. I decided
id better get these off and get some clothes on. I changed and went and sat back on the couch waiting nervously
for my dad to return, two hours had passed when i heard the door go. I sat with my head down in shame,
looking up sorryful i noticed my dad had brought in with him several bags, i was now very confused and curious
at the same time he said he would be back down in a minute and went upstairs to his room, a couple minutes passed
and i heard dad shout me to come upstairs, i walked nervously up the stairs and to my dads room only to find he wasnt
there ” in here ” i heard from my room, well my room to be, at the moment it was just a bed and my plain white draws
and cupboard. I walked into my room to see my dad adjusting the pasting and i saw two of the bags he had brought in
on the floor ” the reason i came home early from work was to decorate your room, i had gone to the shops and bought
you football wallpaper but after seeing u earlier ive realised u wont be needing it nomore ” with that said he pulled
a roll of bright pink wallpaper out of one of the bags, my heart started to pump fast what did this meen.