9 comments/ 34641 views/ 14 favorites Vicky's Pink Diary 01 By: LeggyVicky There he is sat on my bed, my Uncle, Uncle Creep, well that's what I call him. I'm just staring in shock as he flicks through it. "Put that down, it's private," I manage to blurt out. "Don't worry, you poor little thing. I've read it right through a few times. I won't tell anyone, Vicky, isn't it?" I'm shaking in horror, my diary, my pink diary with all my secret thoughts and wishes, my fantasies, and things I've done, embarrassing things. Well how many 18 year old boys get a kick out of wearing their and their stepmother's underwear and dresses? How many boys write things like that, and how many boys write about the thrill of pretending to be a girl?! "I'll be back in half an hour, and if you are a good, girl, and show me Vicky. You'll get your diary back. I want you in everything, makeup, clothes the whole lot." "And if I don't?" I ask, barely able to breathe. "Then your stepmother gets the diary when she comes back from her holiday. I'm sure she'd be disgusted by her pervert stepson's thoughts about wearing his stepmother's clothes." He walks past me and I visibly recoil. He smirks and says, "See you soon, Vicky." My real mum died ages ago. My dad remarried, and then he ran off after just a couple of years, leaving my stepmother Jenny to bring me up. She soon found another man, and they married, and grudgingly brought me up. I was going to tell Uncle Creep, she already knew, she did, she came home one day, and caught me in her clothes. She laughed at first, and then she called me a little pansy, and a queer. She called my stepfather into the room, and I can still feel the sting from his belt on my ass to this day. "I, I'm going to need a little longer." He stops at the door and looks back, "Okay, seeing as how I'm looking after you for the next three days, you get an hour. But you had better be looking good, because we are going out for a walk." It took me nearly 5 minutes to uproot myself. Going out was that much of a shock, but I've done it in the dark, at three in the morning when the rest of the house was sleeping; even then it was just going round the block, praying I was the only one around at that time. It was so scary, but so thrilling, wearing a skirt, hose, and heels, a coat, wig and makeup, and feeling the cool air and blowing gently on my shaved legs was out of this world. Yes it was that good, but it took all my willpower to actually creep down the stairs, go through the back door, down to the gate, and then into the alley that runs along the bottom of our garden. But once I was on the pavement, once I heard my high heels leaving the crunching gravel and hitting the tarmac, I was in heaven! Uncle Creep would get one hell of a shock when he saw me. Okay I was dreading going out, but it was already getting dark so I had half a chance to pull this off, get my diary back, and then........and then.....what? My fingers shook as I applied my makeup. They always did when I was going out at night. I fussed over every little mistake I made. I don't really know why because it was never my intention to be seen, well not close up so someone would notice the smudge of mascara, or the lipstick that had strayed from my lips. One man did see me once. He was a tramp sheltering in an arch way. I had to go through that very arch way, or risk going through the town centre, where even at 4 am there would be the odd drunk or the street cleaners. The tramp, saw me before I saw him, I jumped a mile when he asked me for a cigarette. In the dark with my umbrella up hiding my face, I managed to get my cigarette packet out and give him one. He puffed on the cigarette, and I watched his eyes roll up my legs. A hand came out, and from his position sat on the ground against the wall, he ran his hand up my leg. He groaned a little and asked me what I was doing out so early. I couldn't move let alone speak. He grunted coughed and then chuckled. He told me not to worry, as a lot of women messed around behind their husband's back. I was wearing a wedding ring just to complete my look, and he must have seen it. His hand stroked my leg and as he started to go higher so I pulled away. But at that moment that was when the thing about being a transvestite took on a whole new meaning. To have a man, even a tramp touch my leg, just helping him self to a feel stirred something in me. When I got home, I played the incident over and over a thousand times. Trying to recapture the thrill and shock, the excitement and horror, which I felt when his hand slowly stroked my leg. The next day I felt awkward and even disgusted with myself, but even that night, when I wore a slip stolen from my stepmother's laundry basket to bed, I wanted to feel that hand, any hand, any male hand stroking my legs and thighs as if I was a real woman! I even went back to the alley now and then, hoping to give the tramp another cigarette, and more importantly for me. A chance to grope what he thought was a cheating wife! So here I am, waiting for my uncle to take me out for a walk. I wonder if this is something he has decided on to shame me into not dressing as a girl, or could my Uncle Creep be just like my tramp? For the next few minutes I stand checking everything, over and over, in the full length mirror that I had to buy myself, because my stepfather thought it was, "weird," for a boy to have one in his room. Now Vicky is staring back in the reflection, in a blonde wig which had cost me a fortune from one of those TV shops, (more on my visits there another time,) was combed and in place. My makeup was pretty good too, I've practiced enough, and picked up tips from the afore mentioned shop. Mascara, eye liner, and a lovely red lipstick, stolen from my stepmother completes my face. A few little squirts of perfume too, but just a hint. My black bra is stuffed with tights to give me some tits. My matching panties are in place, and black tights on my shaved legs makes me feel wonderful underneath. Over the top is a white jumper, soft and sexy. And a black mini skirt, which stops halfway between my knees and the tops of my thighs. If I was on my own I'd hitch it up a little more, hell, a lot more! I only have two pairs of shoes, high heels of course, which I've practiced walking in, and I needed the practice. But now I swing my hips quite confidently, and the sound of those heels clicking on anything, makes me feel so sexy! I slip my black knee length coat on. "You won't need that." I've been so wrapped up in my dressing and makeup ritual, that I had forgotten just what is about to happen. I watch as my uncle, my stepmother's brother chucks my pink diary on my bed. I watch it bounce on the quilt until it stops. "So, we aren't going out then?" I ask feeling a little relieved. "Oh yes Victoria, we are going out, but you won't need your coat." My heart sinks, my hands start shaking, and my mouth gets stuck trying to shoot words out. "You look pretty good, I must admit. It is dark out, and there won't be many people about. Bedsides according to your diary, you love the thought of men eyeing you up and those long legs, well, I'm sure if anyone is around, you'll get your wish. Now Uncle Creep as you refer to me in your diary, just wants to go round the block, maybe we'll bump into that tramp, the one you wrote about, and said you fantasised about him making you sucked his cock, because you cheated on your husband." "H...how do, you, know about, that? It isn't in my diary." "No, not that one, but I've found your other diary." "Oh my god!" "And number three before you ask. It was quite a good hiding place, in that trunk in the shed, but fancy keeping the combination written in your first diary. As soon as I found your old bike chain looped through the trunk handle, I knew I had found your second secret hiding place." "Have you...read...everything?" He grins at me, and nods. I slump to the bed. All of my fantasies have now been shared with the man I call Uncle Creep, some fantasies even involving him! "I particularly like the bikers, who dragged you in the tent at that music festival, which was quite a dirty little episode. Now there was six of them if I recall correctly, and such nasty things they did with their dirty little tranny. Then of course there are those little fantasies involving me." "I'm sorry..." "Don't be Vicky. I'm just making your fantasies come to life. I can be even more disgusting, and much more of a bastard than even you write about." Suddenly the horror of my uncle finding out, how I want to suck his cock, and have him fuck me in front of his friends, and then offer me round fades into the background. "Do you mean, what we are doing, tonight, are the things I have written about?" "Vicky, do you remember what you wrote about me taking you to the canal, by the pub?" My eyes are open wide and my trembling increases. He chuckles at me. "Don't worry Vicky, I don't think my friends will be there waiting to gang bang you. No, we'll just go for a walk, like uncle and, niece...or in your words, whore and master." At least it is raining when we get outside, just that fine drizzle which seems more of a mist. My umbrella is enough to cover my face, when I need it to. But I've never been out this early, just gone 10.30 on a Sunday night. I'm trying my best to keep calm, but this is so unreal I have to think about every step I take. My Uncle has the only key to the house. Mine is in my jacket, behind the front door. What if he drops dead or something? What if he has forgotten his key? What if I just jump out in front of a passing car and kill myself? At least I won't have to go through the humiliation of being found out. Yes I'm scared, I'm very fucking scared! "Put your arm through mine." What the fuck does he think I am? Okay, in my diary I would, but this is real life, can't he see that?! "Victoria, it will help steady you, and that way we can walk at your pace, unless you want to lag behind?" He has a point I suppose. He keeps calling me Vicky or Victoria too, I guess I should be grateful for that, but I can't help thinking he is doing it to humiliate me. I grip his arm. "Yeah that's fine, but not so tight, I won't get any blood to my hand." "Shit...sorry." "Vicky, you are supposed to be a girl, at least sound like one. Like you said you had practiced in your diary." Fuck, he has read everything! Maybe I should just settle for saying nothing, so I do, until we see two men in the distance coming towards us, "We're going to have to cross over, please uncle they'll see me." "Oh and what was that quote you mentioned several times in your diary, about wanting to get leered at?" "Hell that was just my fantasy...please Uncle." He guides me over the road, and I still can't relax, until the men have passed by. "There, that wasn't so bad was it? You passed with flying colours, and, I bet you are wondering if they looked, aren't you Vicky? "I don't care...I just want to go home." We walk on down the road, we haven't even got out of my road yet, and I still want the pavement to open and swallow me up. We go to cross over and have to wait for a car to pass. I look the other way and gulp, and start whimpering. "Hey isn't that your friend Sean, looks like he's going to visit you. Maybe he'll give you a lift home. I can wave him down if you want?" "Don't you fucking dare," I half screech. He chuckles as we cross the road. "And don't mention anything about what I want to do with Sean. This is bad enough." "Oh is that in your diary too?" "You know it is," I hiss. "Well, I lied, I haven't read it all; I can see I've got some more reading to do." I huff and we walk on, down the slope that runs between the old factory and the football field, and then down to the canal. By this time my heart has suddenly stopped trying to boil my blood by beating my chest to death. I won't say I'm relaxed, but I have got over the shock, probably until the next one comes along. "Um...did those men, look?" He chuckles again, "Yes Vicky, they looked back at you, and I don't think they suspected a thing." "Oh, well, that's okay then." "Yes, I think you'll be making another little entry in your book about tonight. Now down by the canal, under the bridge back up the other side, and then up the alley and in through the back door...unless you want me to buy you a drink?" "No, I just want to get home please...were you serious about the drink?" "God no, but there are a few pubs and clubs that I could take you, but we'd have to go to London or a big city for that...anyway, you have written about them, so you know what clubs I'm on about." "You, you've got...your hand, on my...ass." "Didn't I do that in your fantasy when I walked you down to the pub?" "Yes...but..." I don't know why but I haven't stopped him touching me. Well I do know why, but I'm just finding myself rather confused at the moment. The last hour has been like a nightmare, or rather, like my dreams. Being dressed as a girl does come into my dreams when I'm a sleep sometimes. Sometimes I'm at work, wearing a skirt, serving customers and I know I've been seen, but the way people react differs from dream to dream, sometimes I'm trying to hide, sometimes it seems I have no option but to carry on. Always in the morning when I remember the dreams, good or bad, I like them. Right now my uncle has rested his hand on my ass. I can feel it roll with each step, and it feels just as I had written about in my diary, humiliating, yet thrilling! Even so, I'm still nervous, and I still want to go home. I'm staring at the bridge we have to go under. I want to ask if we can go back, but if I do, will he remember what I had written about that bridge in my pink diary?! "Maybe we should go back now, please?" "Good god no, not yet." My heels echo as we walk under the red brick bridge. He takes my hand and pulls me to a stop. I know now he has taken in every detail, which I have written. "Do I get that kiss now?" I shake my head, because I can't seem to find the words. He pulls me back to the shadows and leans against the wall of the bridge. The two foot gap between us is quickly closed as he jerks me to him. Our bodies touch and he puts his hand round my waist. "Isn't this what Uncle Creep did to you, in your diary? Now kiss me, Victoria." I swallow hard and move my lips to his. He pulls my waist, squashing me against him again. Our lips touch and his grey beard scratches my face, just like I imagined it would when I wrote about it. Even now I feel like the helpless girl I yearn to be, forced by my cruel uncle to do such things as this.....and worse! He forces his tongue in my mouth and my slight struggle becomes more forceful. He grips me tighter and his tongue goes deeper. Why I don't just knee him in the balls I don't know, but Vicky wouldn't do that, Vicky would just have to accept what was happening...so I do! Part of me wants to let go to the fantasy I have written about in my bedroom. But I just can't do it....or can I? He doesn't let off the kiss, and his hand starts tugging up my skirt, until my ass in black panties and tights feels the cool air. I renew my struggle but that soon stops when he forces my hand down to his dick. I gasp and try to stop and pull away. But he holds my hand against his hard cock, his hard cock which is out of his trousers, and naked, in my fucking hand! "Jerk me, or your stepmother gets the diaries." What can I do? This is so cruel, and yet, just what I've wanted, just how I've written about being treated so many times. I jerk him, I jerk my first ever cock, apart from mine that is. My hand is squashed between us, but I can move it enough to hear my bangles jingle on my wrist. He is still kissing me hard, and the feel of his beard is humiliating me like I guessed it would. I've stopped struggling now, and my uncle is feeling my ass. Not my ass, not Kevin's ass, Vicky's ass. Kevin would have thumped him by now, although he isn't really that sort. I have to tell myself I am Vicky, this is Vicky kissing and jerking her Uncle's dick. This is Vicky letting Uncle Creep explore her mouth with his tongue, and groping her ass. Yes, I'm Vicky, the girl I always wanted to be, this is me, Vicky, doing this. Kevin doesn't exist when I'm Vicky. I turn into her as soon as lock myself in my bedroom. Kevin has fucked three girls, Vicky is a virgin, but such a slut at the same time, an unwilling slut though, and that is how Vicky likes it to be. "Slow down," is hissed in my ear. My hand slows and I'm wondering why the hell I've been jerking him so quickly in the first place! Then I hear it, feet approaching along the path. Panic starts to run through my mind. My uncle keeps me there kissing me and groping my ass. The feet go past, two pairs of shoes, one belongs to a woman. The other pair is not so loud, a man I think, and then scurrying feet, a dog it must be a dog. I'm still kissing and jerking my uncle. My uncle is still groping my ass. The fear starts to evaporate, and after a few seconds I turn my head slightly to look at the owners of the shoes, and the dog who are now off in the distance. "Yes they looked, and all they saw was a couple making out under the bridge. Not like in your pink diary is it though? Not the men that watched you suck me off, and then joined in?" The fear is back now, does he expect me to get to my knees and suck his cock! "Please Uncle, don't make me do that...please don't." He grins at me with a wicked glint in his eye, "I won't Victoria.......NOT HERE!" Vicky's Pink Diary 02 Hi everyone thanks for your comments. My Pink diaries are real, by that I mean they do exist, but now on my computer. Some of the things I shall write in the future have really happened to me, and some of the things I wish had happened to me, which are all in Vicky's Pink Diary, so there will be different fantasies, stories, and real events. My thoughts in general that run through my writing are true thoughts. Hopefully other TV's can associate with some of these thoughts and dreams. --------------------------------------- Part two His cock is back in his trousers, and we walk back home. I'm still in a daze, and wondering if I'm going to wake up in my bed and find this has all been a dream. No, this is Vicky walking home, on her Uncle's arm again. My hand still tingles where it was jerking his cock, and my wrist aches too. My head is down under the umbrella again, and my stride is slower than before, and not as unsure as it was when we first set off. Car headlights pass illuminating my legs in my black tights. Now that isn't so scary, now it is quite a thrill, is this me getting used to showing my self off? His hand is on my ass again, and for the moment I'm not too bothered. I can feel my self rolling my ass on purpose now, and savouring the feel of his hand. I just wish it was someone else, someone I fancy, like Sean, or the window cleaner. I'm talking about Vicky fancying them here, of course Kevin doesn't think of guys like that. Kevin although not really butch, likes girls. But I'm Vicky, and as my usual thoughts about being Vicky permanently flash through my head, I can't help wishing I had always been a girl. These thoughts are interrupted by something I've tried to put out of my mind since we started walking back. I've kissed with my uncle, and then jerked his cock, and now he is taking me home, but does he really expect me to suck him off?! Vicky is scared, but deep down would it be so bad? Okay I don't fancy my Uncle, but I like the way he has treated me. This is the way Vicky wants to be treated. That is the way I've written about being treated in my diaries. I've written about the usual sexy boyfriend too, but because I'm with my Uncle, my thoughts are more about him. So what will happen when we get in the house, will Kevin take over because Vicky is shitting herself? I've practiced on things, sucking things I mean, like a banana, a courgette, and even the end of my cricket bat, which didn't taste very nice. I've experimented opening my mouth as wide as I could around things, and I've taken things as deep as I could. But this is my Uncle's cock that I might have to suck, a real live fucking cock! Going up the drive I hear next door locking their door, probably before going to bed. My god, they could have been coming out or whatever, how lucky was that! My chest is rising and falling, as my Uncle shuts the door, and then turns to face me. Where the fuck is Kevin when you want him, why doesn't he tell my Uncle to sod off? Even as my Uncle pulls the zip down on his trousers, Kevin won't come to my rescue. Kevin has fucked off for the night. Vicky is stood in front of her uncle with what must be a very worried expression on her face. I look down at his cock, for the first time I'm actually looking at the thing I was jerking under the bridge. He is circumcised like me, so at least I don't have to worry about a foreskin. "You know what I want." "Fuck it...really?" I gasp. "Yes, really, now quit buggering about and suck me off, Vicky." "I, I, I don't know, if, if I can." "Perhaps you need an incentive?" He pulls out a carrier bag from under the coat rack. My head is full of what he has in there, a knife, a whip, a pair of handcuffs, or will my fucking stepmother come jumping out and stretch to full size! Okay the last one isn't likely to happen, but this evening has been so strange, I don't know if I should laugh or cry. He pulls out a box, and I'm still nervous, but too nervous to go running upstairs. He puts it down on the telephone table. "Well, open it." My trembling hands reach for the lid, and I nervously lick my lips, still with the smudged lipstick from kissing my Uncle. The lid drops back and I move the tissues out of the way. I just stare, and gawp at the contents. Even my Uncle's hand lifting my skirt over my ass doesn't really cause me too much concern. Does he expect me to blow him for the contents of this box? Nothing in the world would make me do that, nothing, accept what I'm staring at. "Well, they cost me a lot of money. Now I could get a refund, or you could earn them? You dream about them Vicky, I've read your diary and I know how much you want them. You'll never afford them not for a while. So what do you say, how badly do you want a pair?" This is torture, this is so fucking cruel, but I can't resist the temptation. I have to try. Finally words come from my mouth that I never ever expected to hear, "You won't choke me, will you?" "No, but I expect you to at least let me come in your mouth, you can spit it out after, if you want." I have to try...I really have to try! "Can I wear them, now?" "No, not until I get what I want." They are the latest ones, aren't they?" "Yes." I'm still staring in the box. I love putting them on when I go to the TV shop. They are the first thing I put on, and the last thing I take off. But these are mine, my very own. They have never been worn before. Fucking hell my uncle is so darn cruel! "This is real isn't it? They will be my breast forms, my tits, if I suck you, won't they?" "Well, I certainly won't wear them. They cost me £300, and with the adhesive patches you can wear them without a bra. I must admit they do look good, even the nipples are supposed to react to heat or something. These are the ones you banged on about in your diary, aren't they?" Of course they are, and he knows full well. If Kevin takes over now I'll bloody throttle him. I want these tits I want them so very much! He smiles his sick little smile as I get to my knees. I'm level with his cock, and my trembling hand reaches out. I start jerking him bringing it to life. My mouth opens slowly, and I move forward. "Kiss it first." I do wish he had kept quiet. I was thinking of anyone other than him. I kiss it, for the first time I'm actually kissing a cock! My lips have come into contact with a real live dick. I guess it isn't so bad, but I've only kissed it. I haven't done anything else yet. My tongue comes out, and I lick the under side of his cock head. Now I get the taste of skin, slightly sweaty, and a little rubbery, but I can deal with it, it isn't so bad. "I like that Vicky I like that, my niece." Fucking hell, his niece! Well I won't spoil his dream, and it does have a certain odd appeal to me. I kiss and lick, kiss and lick, tentatively. My hand jerks him slowly, and then I go for my prize, my very own breast forms, my tits, mine! I close my mouth around his cock. The taste is now in my mouth, big time. His cock fills my mouth, but not so much that I don't have a little room left. I guess this is a nice size, slightly thicker than the banana, but real, so very real, warm and real! I can hear him panting a little, but I try to blot him out of my head, I can't though. I can't because his hand is on my head. His breathing is becoming more intense, and he is groaning now. I bob my head, gradually taking a little more of his hard dick in my mouth. Two hands are now on my head, and they grip my head as the cock in my mouth explodes! "Easy slut.....easy.......fucking...swallow...it...Vicky." Panic is filling my head like the spunk is filling my mouth. I choke and cough and finally I get away. He holds my head and another jet of spunk hits my cheek. I pull out of his grip and cough. I spit his spunk onto the carrier bag on the floor. I swallowed some I know I did! I can taste his spunk in my mouth, and I can see it pooled on the bag. Salty like mine, but not as unpleasant as I thought it would be, considering where it has come from, my creepy uncle that is! I look up at him from the floor. He is still panting, but he has recovered some of his composure. I stagger to my feet, and stare at the tits in the box. I'm almost afraid to grab them in case he snatches them away. "They are your's, don't worry. But don't think you can get away with just one blowjob. You belong to me now Vicky, just like you dream about." I scrunch up the spunk stained bag and take it to the bin. 20 minutes later I walk into the lounge in my red stockings, red suspender belt, red knickers, and red bra, with of course my newest addition securely in place, my wonderful breasts! "Are those your stepmother's mules?" "Yes, they are a size too small really, but they are lower than my shoes." He grunts a little chuckle, and then pats the couch next to him. Right now I just want to be on my own, but he has promised no more blowjobs tonight, just a little sitting around and talking. My face has fresh make up, and my wig needed a brush put through it, oh and I brushed my teeth and swilled some mouthwash around, until I nearly choked and had to spit it in the sink. His hand goes on my leg, and I stiffen slightly. "You won't touch my, cock, will you?" "Vicky, I haven't got an interest in that. Anyway I can't see the damn thing, are you sure you've got one?" He starts giggling, which I ignore, and I tell him how it is tucked away. He sits stroking my leg, "So, do you want your dick cut off, and have a pussy there instead?" I cringe at the way he just comes out with it like that. For a few seconds I think about what I have thought about so many times before, "Maybe, one day." He chuckles again, "That will cost you a bit, and don't they make blokes like you live as a women first? Mind you, I expect you could get it done somewhere where they don't worry about all that shit first." I find his conversation strange, well how he just comes out with things like that. I don't want to answer his questions, or comment on what he is saying. So I go to the kitchen and make us both a coffee. Maybe one day I'll get enough money to have a sex change. But for the moment I'm just taking stock of things. I've read magazines in the TV shop where I go. One thing that I'm really keen on is finding someone to talk to, a guy who likes a chick with a dick as they say. TV admirers have fascinated me since I first found out about them, why would a guy like a bloke in a dress? I guess I'm finding out through my uncle. He isn't really my uncle as such; he is my stepmother's older brother, so I guess he is, but what does he see in me? Am I an experiment for him, or is he just fucking me about? I take the coffee in, "I have college, so I really should go to bed. I've got to clean my makeup off and put things away, lock them away I mean." He sighs, "Yes, I guess you're right. Don't I get a good night kiss from my niece first?" His beard scratches my face again, but I don't pull away too soon. "Nice tits," he says as a sort of joke. "Goodnight," I mumble. "Oh, I won't be home until 7 tomorrow night. So you'll have plenty of time to turn into Vicky, and cook us something to eat, won't you?" I feel a little awkward about that, but what else can I do? As I head up the stairs I stop halfway. I realise my Uncle Creep, has taken in quite a lot of my diaries. I remember a while ago I wrote about cooking for a man, I can't remember all of the details, but I do remember he brought a friend home from the pub! Would my Uncle actually do that?! Would my Uncle expect me to give the man a blowjob, and then my uncle like I seem to remember writing? Or it could be the one I wrote after that. That one involved my Uncle too. I cooked dinner, and as I severed my uncle and his gross mate Ben, they both had a feel, and then I ended up sucking off my Uncle as his mate fucked my ass! By the time I have cleaned my make up off, and found one of my stepmother's sexy nightdresses to wear to bed, I have relaxed a little, until I jump and gasp as my uncle taps my bedroom door. I just lay there as still as I can, hoping he would think I was asleep. "Hey, I've got you another present, I almost forgot it. Can I come in? Don't worry I don't want anything." The door opens even before I can respond. "It, it is just you and m, me for dinner tomorrow night, isn't it?" I stammer. He stops and thinks, and then his face turns into a sick little grin, "Oh yes, I see what you mean. No I haven't invited anyone else. It'll be just Vicky and her uncle tomorrow, but I do expect my slut to blow me again. Here I bought this today," he throws a bag on the bed. "I think you should start a new diary now. I think you should write about what really happens to you now your secret is out. I'll be in it quite a bit too, looking after my little tranny sex slave." He goes back out of the room, leaving me with those thoughts in my head. I pick up the bag, and pull out a note. For Vicky, from her owner, Uncle Des. The light outside my room goes off and I hear my uncle get into bed. I reach into the bag again, and I pull out, a new pink diary! College isn't very interesting for me as Kevin, but as Vicky, well that would be a different story. As Kevin I listen to the guys talk about who has shagged who. Who is cheating on whom, and who is next on their lists. Of course I join in, but even some of the boys suspect I'm a little odd. Is it that obvious I sometimes wonder to my self? The parties are fun, don't get me wrong, but I'm usually the lemon on the couch, watching the kissing and groping going on, and the couples disappearing to various rooms and dark corners. I have had sex before with girls, one of them, Donna, is a real slag, she is one of the 3 girls I've screwed, well, nearly. We were all at a house and she started chatting to me, she asked me if I wanted to fuck her, after she had looked round for someone else before finally settling for me. We went off to a bedroom and she got her tits out, she bounced them up and down, and asked me what I thought of them? Kevin was quite impressed, but Vicky was as jealous as hell! As Vicky I wanted those beauties on my chest, I wanted to grab a boy, any boy, and offer them to him. Donna was getting bored, she asked me if I wanted a feel, I did, but I was exploring them not as Kevin, but as Vicky, by that I mean, if they were my breasts. She just looked at me as if I had crawled out from under a rock. "Fuck this," she said, "you are way weird, just fuck me and get it over with." She made me stop halfway, and told me it wasn't working for her....well it was more like, "Fucking hell Kevin...stop! If you are queer why are you bothering, Dickhead?" I tried to tell her I wasn't gay, in the end she believed me, I think. She got dressed and left, leaving her knickers on the floor. Yes I stuffed them in my pocket, but not for Kevin, for Vicky. Vicky wears Donna's knickers to bed. I imagine all those boys who have had a hand up inside her knickers, maybe the exact same knickers that I wear. They are really sexy, black with a little lace pink panel, and a little pink bow on each hip. The next day in college she asked if I had her knickers, I just shrugged and told her I hadn't seen them. The fact that I was wearing them under my trousers gave me such a thrill. So I curl up and stare at the moonlight coming through my window. It has been one hell of a night, and thinking about what has happened between Uncle Des and me, has me wondering if I should push a chair against my bedroom door! Vicky's Pink Diary 03 So here I am waiting for my Uncle to come home for his tea, wearing Donna's knickers! Vicky's wardrobe is quite sparse, due to having just one locked suitcase hidden under my bed. I'm lucky that my stepmother is roughly the same size as me, and a total slut! Probably the only thing I like about Jenny is her clothes, she dresses like a girl half her age, and I know for a fact she shags around. I know my friend Sean has had a few narrow escapes from my stepmother. Then one day when I ask him about the way they smile at each other, he owned up. So I now know that they have fucked, I finally got it out of Sean. I sat there listening to him go on about how she sucked his cock like a real pro. She even rode him on top facing away from him. Kevin was mortified by Sean's confession, but Vicky was wondering how she would compare to her stepmother in that department! Okay I haven't got a pussy, but sometimes I imagine I have, and I do fancy Sean, but only as Vicky. I don't know how to stress this enough, but when I am Vicky, when I'm dressed up and wearing makeup, I feel like a woman, or as near as is possible. Kevin is a bloke, and he likes his mate Sean, but he doesn't fancy him. I'll admit that when I'm dressed as a boy, when I'm Kevin, I do have thoughts, sexual thoughts about men, but only when I visualise my self as Vicky. If that was hard to follow, just think how confusing it is for someone in my position! So I've got my new breast forms on, and the weight of them feels, I guess, close to the real thing. I've heard another way to give your self a more realistic feeling pair of breasts, (and I've tried it too,) is with balloons! Balloons part filled with water and air. It was quite fiddly, and getting them the same size was a nightmare. Also don't wear an under-wired bra, especially one that has seen better days. Yes one of the balloons went pop, yes I got covered in water, and I ended up drying my stepmother's blouse with a hairdryer, just managing to get it back in her wardrobe, before she came home from work! So my new breasts forms are my pride and joy, and hidden nicely in my very own black and red lace bra. I'm wearing grey tights, my stepmother's grey mini dress, and my favourite black high heels with a T bar. I spent nearly an hour with my makeup, and my wig, and I even pinched my stepmother's fake pearl necklace. My ears aren't pierced, but I've got some nice clip on dangly earrings with two pearls hanging down, which bang on my neck, (I do love that feeling.) I've got a black nylon scarf tying my wig up, with bangs hanging down. Again the feel of the hair tickling my neck sends a nice shudder down my spine. I haven't forgotten who I'm dressed up for, but to be honest this is my fantasy. I want to look good, I want my Uncle to fancy Vicky, and most of all I want to spend the evening as Vicky, in front of a man! Dinner is nearly ready. I've written in my pink diaries about so many exotic meals I'd cook, that settling for Sheppard's pie seems a little bit of a let down. Okay it is a ready made Sheppard's pie, but I thought I should concentrate on my appearance more than anything else. I find moving around the kitchen getting things ready, feels good. The swing of my earrings, the sound of my heels on the tiled floor, and the feel of my clothes especially my pantyhose on my legs are beyond fantastic. This really is so wonderful I can't explain it in words properly. But every once and awhile I catch sight of the feminized me, in mirrors or the glass on the cooker door, or I look down to see my fantastic breasts, forcing bumps in my stepmother's dress that look so bloody real! I've sunk 3 strong wines by now, and I'm feeling a little more okay with things. I know my feelings will change as soon as my Uncle walks in, but even that has its appeal. I like to be seen as sex object, I want my uncle to leer at me, and I want him to assume control. This is my little woman feeling which I love so much. I want to be whistled at in the street, or groped in a crowded pub. I want men coming up to me, and whispering in my ear about what they want to do to me, and I'd love to be the only girl in a room full of horny men, with stiff dicks to deal with! Yes I'm fully Vicky now, Kevin can go fuck him self! "That smells nice." "Holy fucking shit!" I screech as I jump out my skin." He chuckles at me, "Sorry, I came in the back way," his chuckling turns into a laugh, as he realises the double meaning in what he has just said, "Don't worry, your tight little ass is safe." Even with all of my previous thoughts I hope what he has just said is true! He picks up the nearly empty wine bottle from the kitchen table. "It looks like I've got some catching up to do. Now let me look at my, niece." He takes time to look me over, as I stand there not quite sure what to do. "Turn round, Vicky." I turn round slowly, taking the time I'm facing a way from him to take a deep breath. My heart feels like it is being beaten by some heavy metal drummer, but I'm getting all tingly thinking about my uncle inspecting the look, which I've taken so long to prepare for him. This is what I was saying earlier; this is how I want to feel, and how I want to be viewed. "Open another bottle of wine, and bring me a glass. How long will dinner be?" "15 minutes, maybe a little longer." "Don't you think you ought to check?" I bend forward and open the oven door. A blast of heat hits my face, as if it wasn't red or hot enough already! "Nice ass Vicky, that dress suits you." I jump a little as his hand glides up the back of my dress, but I don't straighten up. I stay there feeling a light touch explore my pantyhose covered rear. Once again I'm getting what I have written about in my pink diaries so many times. But nothing has prepared me for just how thrilling this is. I've explored my own ass many times before like this. Just to feel the thin nylon which gets those lovely tingles started. But this is way better because it isn't my hand, and I don't have control over where it explores next! He moves away, and like some idiot I wish he hadn't. I shut the door and straighten up. The little red light comes on, indicating the oven is heating up again. The way I feel now, I could finish cooking the food with the heat from my blushing body! When I turn round he has gone into the lounge, and I'm left there just coming to terms with things for a moment. I open another bottle, and quickly swallow the last drops from my glass. Then I top it up and take another big gulp. I chuckle to my self as I think that wasn't very lady like. So with my hips swinging I walk into the lounge, as I've practiced so many times before, but this time carrying a glass of wine, not for an imaginary man, but a real one! "Thank you sweetheart," he says and sips the wine. Sweetheart! Now that is pulling my head apart. Why do I find these little words such a big thing, well because I'm a bloke I suppose, but not at the moment, I'm Vicky, a chick with a dick. I want to be seen as a woman, and I've always wanted to be referred to as such, in my dreams. I know my uncle has read my diaries, but has he really taken in all my thoughts and the smallest details so carefully? "So, have you written about last night yet?" I gulp and nod. "Don't worry I won't ask you to show me. Perhaps you should send it to one of those sex story sites. In fact, I think that would be a good idea, tell your story to a wider audience. I bet that excites you doesn't it?" "What excites me, exactly?" "Sharing your pink diaries with other Transvestites, and the men you write about, the TV admirers." "Is that what you are?" He chuckles for a moment, sips his wine, and then he stops to think, "Well, I guess I am. I think you should do it. I think you should send snippets of your diaries to a sex site." "I've never really thought about it." "Don't think about it, just do it, unless you want your stepmother and her husband to read them. I know he put you over his knee the day the caught you all dressed up. What was it like Vicky, having a man wrench up your tiny skirt, and then the feeling of his hand crashing down on your ass covered in silky panties and tights?" "I, I, need to, to dish up tea." I rush back to the kitchen, and there I stand, praying my uncle didn't see the slight lump in the front of my dress! I don't like my uncle, but right now he is pulling all my strings. He is behaving just like I imagined he would. I know perhaps it is because he has read my diaries, but what does he want? I don't mean at the moment, but he bought me my boobs, and he's helping me live out my dreams, but again I don't know why he is. Do I just go with it, or do I stop this and ask him outright? I mean look at me all dressed up like a girl, and serving my uncle drinks and now a meal, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Where the hell is Kevin when you want him...or do I want him?! I dish up dinner and just before I take it in, I catch my self checking my makeup in the mirror and smoothing my wig down. This is so unreal, but then again it feels great! As I carry the plates in I've decided to stop asking my self so many questions. I'm just going with the flow, and I'll see what happens next. "Well, this looks nice." I smile at his complement and tuck my hair behind my ear. Why the hell do I feel elated just because he said it looks nice?! Shit, another fucking question that I told myself I wouldn't think about! We sit and eat and he tells me about his day. I'm not really interested, but it fills the void. I wash up and take in dessert. "Well that was very nice Vicky, one day you'll make a wonderful wife." He smiles and I grin back a little, embarrassed by his words. I sit next to him on the couch, as directed. I've already noticed the lump in his trousers, and I'm trying hard to find a way to get out of what is coming next, or am I? You see more questions are spinning round in my tiny brain. I know if he was a hunk like Sean, I wouldn't mind. In fact if Sean was that keen on me, I'd go down on him without question. I've written all sorts about Sean and Vicky, but right now with my uncle stroking my leg, I can't remember anything I've written about my fantasy lover. "Kiss me...Vicky, kiss me." I do, although I'm very hesitant but I move my mouth to his as his hand pushes my dress up. There is the scratchy beard again, but I'm getting used to it now. My uncle is far more forceful in his kiss this time, and his hand is groping between my legs! I struggle and try twisting away. I feel and hear my tights rip, and my uncle now has his hand on my cock! My uncle has started jerk my dick, and although I'm struggling my bloody dick is starting to stiffen. This is really hard for me to cope with. I don't understand why I'm responding like this. My uncle said he wasn't interested in my dick, and now he's jerking it and groaning as he kisses me! "Do you want me to take those tits back?" is growled in my ear. In an instant I stop struggling, because the thought of losing my wonderful breasts is like losing an arm or a leg! "I, I thought you said, you wasn't interested in my...dick?" "Oh Vicky, I knew how you'd react if I said I was, straight away. You really have laid yourself wide open writing all your thoughts and dreams in your pink diaries. Don't worry; I won't make you come, not unless you really want that, deep down." All through his speech he was stroking my dick, and my dick was loving it judging by the way it got even harder! "Now dream girl, you can do something for me. Twist round on the couch so I can still keep hold of your...clit." Okay that was weird, but I've read things about cocks being called clitty cocks before. Maybe if I get that in my head I can deal with it easier. I twist round and there it is pushing a sizeable lump in his trousers. I watch my painted finger nails drag down the metal zip. I fish his cock out, and once again I'm staring at something I'm not sure I really want. "Get your lips round it, whore." Believe it or not that helps, my Uncle Creep calling me a whore. I know he is very turned on, I'm sure he will come quite quickly when I start sucking. No kissing this time, I just swoop down like an eagle diving on its prey. Well not quite like that, I'm still new at this and it still gives me a slightly uneasy feeling. But I want, and I must keep my new tits! I'm knelt on the couch sucking my uncle's cock, as he pulls at mine, or rather my clit as I think of it now. "Oh that's good my little fucking slut....oh yeah...deeper...it won't be long." I'm struggling to cope a little with his hard cock. In his excitement my uncle is bobbing my head down further, and it is all I can do to keep him pushing in my throat. Something else worries me also. My uncle is so turned on and close to coming that his other hand is jerking me faster and harder! Without warning I'm swallowing spunk. My uncle is grunting and crying out so loudly, I'm scared the neighbours will come crashing through the door. He doesn't let up on my head, and I'm gulping down hot jets of spunk and I'm feeling it ooze out the corners of my mouth and down over my fingers! The hot sticky mess is going everywhere, and I'm trying to pull away from his hand, which is jerking my overexcited clit faster and faster! "Dirty fucking whore.....dirty fucking slut!" We are both still now. My uncle is chuckling in between getting his breath back. I push away and rush up to my room. Dear diary, For the second time my uncle has shot his spunk in my mouth, and for the first time, I've come in a man's hand! I turn off the bedroom light and settle down for the night. It was quite embarrassing coming like that, so embarrassing that I'm not going back downstairs, not tonight. With the dawn of a new day I'm still wondering about last night. Did I enjoy that, or was it something which was forced on me? I give up once again with the questions, and decide to get up. "No college today then?" Yes there should be, but Vicky has been tossing in her sleep. Kevin should go to college, but Vicky won't let him, she can't stop thinking about last night. "Uncle, you don't work today, do you?" "No, Kevin, I don't, or should I be addressing Vicky?" Kevin is stood in front of his uncle in jeans and a tee shirt. Kevin feels a little awkward because he doesn't want to be thinking what he is thinking. I'm finding it difficult seeing my uncle as Kevin, even talking to him as Kevin is weird. Finally I blurt out that I want to be Vicky for the day before my stepmother comes back tomorrow. "Well just don't stand there, go back upstairs and come down again." I want to return his smile, but I feel so strange I just can't. An hour later Vicky is back in the kitchen making coffee. He comes in behind me and I freeze at the kitchen counter. I feel his breath on my neck and his hands come around my waist. He kisses my neck, and I gulp. His hands caress my belly and my naked shoulder, and I suck in a gasping breath of air. "Let's see now, which one of your little fantasies is this?" His words are teasing and they have a slightly mocking quality, but that doesn't put me off, in fact it helps. "Sean has just left for work. You, you have come round, to, to get the rent." "Oh yes, I remember reading that one. You can't afford the rent, can you Vicky?" "No, I can't," I whimper. "No you can't, because Sean spends it, doesn't he?" "Yes," I gasp, as his hand trails over my rear. "And as always, you are waiting for me aren't you?" "Yes....sir." "You are waiting in your underwear, to pay the rent, aren't you Vicky?" "Yes, like, like I always do." "Well look at you, Black bra, black knickers, black suspender belt, black stockings, and black high heels, just like I told you to wear." I nod, swallow, and whimper a pathetic, "Yes." "And have you prepared the bedroom?" "Yes, sir," I mumble. He takes my hand and we go up to the bedroom. He smiles at the chains on the bed and the handcuffs attached to the ends of the chains. "I'm waiting Vicky...time to pay the rent." I get up on the bed on my hands and knees. "Well? Put your wrists in the cuffs." I snap the cuffs on one wrist and then the other. Having to do this my self is so humiliating, and a sign that I am surrendering to my uncle. In my diary it is the fat college tutor Mr Grew. He isn't my tutor in my fantasy he is just my gross landlord. Mr Grew has an eye for the girls. I don't think he has ever done anything with them. But just the way the girls talk about him giving them the creeps inspired the fantasy entry in my diary. "Raise your ass." Even now I'm shaking and we haven't really started yet. He picks up the red ropes that I hung over the end of the bed, "Not too hard. I don't know if I'll like it." He dangles the ropes over my backside. The faint touch from the five thin ropes tickles, and then I don't feel them...and then I do! "That was too fucking hard," I snarl, as for a moment Vicky disappears and Kevin wonders what the hell he is doing letting this man whip him. I look back at him and he waits. After a few moments Kevin is gone and Vicky is back, "Please, not so hard...sir." The next stinging kiss of the ropes isn't quite so hard, but it still causes me to jump. This time though, I manage to keep Kevin under control. After four more whacks on my ass I can feel the tingling. Again it is harder than I really want, but I'm coping with it, as Vicky. He walks round to my side, I turn my head, and I'm staring at his cock. "Well, it isn't going to suck itself. If you and your boyfriend want to carry on living here you have to make up the rent in other ways, Miss Hoare." Shit he remembered the name I used in the fantasy. I knew this woman that lived down the end of our road. As kids we used to think her surname was funny. But now I find it so arousing, and so embarrassing that I often make up situations in my pink diaries based on the name alone. Imagine me sat in a waiting room, maybe a doctor's waiting room, full of people. "Miss Hoare, the doctor will see you now," I get up and I can feel the looks, and hear the stifled sniggers, as the tranny dressed from head to foot in bright pink minces out of the room. So here I am, letting my uncle into another one of my many fantasies, and he has done his homework. In fact it really is embarrassing that he has taken in every little detail. A few months ago I pulled my case out from under the bed. The lock wasn't properly secure. At the time I was mortified. People like me, transvestites I'm talking about here, have to be so careful to hide these things from other members of the house. We check our things are locked away time after time. I've locked my case and gone back to it several times to check it is safe, sometimes as many as half a dozen times in 10 minutes. But the day I found it unlocked I just stared at it. I checked the contents and nothing was missing, it appeared nothing had been moved too, but I was paranoid in case my stepmother or stepfather had opened it. When I went down to tea I was actually sweating, waiting for one or both of them to call me a sick little faggot, and then having to explain my diary, my underwear, my shoes, my wigs, and every other thing that I had locked in my case. Nothing happened, and a few days later I was over it, but locking my case, even when I went to the toilet for just a pee, became a very conscious affair. Even though I've been caught wearing my stepmother's clothes, and been punished for it, I don't think they would put up with my thoughts, and my diaries. I open my mouth and kiss the tip of his cock, as the ropes trail over my ass again. I kiss and lick as the ropes land again and again, but this time it is more of a light flick. I work further down his cock, and I know he is savouring it. I can hear his little grunts and groans of approval. I'm no expert at sucking dick, but I'm learning fast, and I must be doing something right judging by uncle's reaction. I guess I'm enjoying this now, sucking a man's hard cock, even though I'm not totally in to the thought of swallowing, but I've done it before, and I guess, I'll do it again. What makes it for me is the way I'm dressed. I can feel the suspender straps stretching, tugging the stockings, and the little panties that feel so soft and yet so strong. The new tits he bought me hang down in the bra, the weight feels wonderful, and shifting strain on the bra straps as they swing slight is beyond anything I've felt before. I can feel the makeup on my face too, from the mascara, lipstick, and foundation. Twice he has moved strands of my blonde wig from my face. I can feel the hairs from the wig moving on my back too. I like to feel that, I like the way it tickles and makes me feel so feminine. The cuffs on my wrists even have an affect on me that I've never felt before. Maybe because all of these things I'm experiencing, I'm experiencing in front of a real man! Vicky's Pink Diary 03 His thighs are shuddering, and his panting is getting far more intense. Even though I've said spunk going down my throat is not yet a comfortable feeling for me. I clamp my mouth round his cock, and I don't let go as he starts to come! I swallow a little, and then I let the rest just dribble out of my mouth, down my chin and wherever it goes from there, probably on my quilt. He moves back and hands me a tissue, even with my hands chained I can still wipe my chin. I know without looking my makeup will be in the tissue too, but I can repair that, but do I want to? What I mean is, should I get cleaned up, and change back into Kevin? What sways me to do this when I'm on my own, is when I come. I haven't come yet, although I did get hard. No, this is Vicky's last day with her uncle, and she doesn't want to waste it by turning back into Kevin! "The key is in the drawer." "What key, Vicky?" "Well the key to the cuffs." He laughs, "I haven't finished with you yet, sweetheart. I've got you just where I want you, cuffed to the bed, unable to get away." Vicky's Pink Diary 04 My head is spinning now, and as my uncle slowly pulls my panties down, I close my eyes dreading my fate! I watch as he pulls my case out from under the bed. He takes a key out of his trouser pocket and unlocks the padlock. "My god, how long have you had a key?!" "Vicky, surely you remember losing a key a little while ago. It fell out of your jeans when your stepmother pulled them out of the washing machine. She didn't notice, but I did. Now I don't want to bring the other you up, but I did wonder why you would have a key in your jeans." I knew I'd lost one of the keys, but I never knew where I'd lost it. At the time I remember thinking I should change the lock, but Kevin is a lazy asshole, and he never got round to it, I guess he forgot about it. "I went exploring when Jenny went in to town. What a little treasure trove I found under you bed. I've read your diaries a few times, and made my judgement of when would be the best time to let you know I've found out about your secret. Look on the bright side, I haven't told anyone, and I won't, if you play ball with me." "But you don't live here...how the hell did you read everything over and over?" "My sister gave me a key to the house, in case they got locked out or something. With her and her husband working full time, and you at college, I've been able to spend a few hours a week reading your pink diaries and getting all the details, even making notes as reminders to me." "Making notes, fucking hell you pervert!" "Oh dear, Kevin has just joined us. Stop struggling so much, you'll break your bed." I settle down a little, but I'm not sure who is here at the moment. Kevin looks pretty bloody stupid chained to the bed in drag. Soon he'll start cursing Vicky ever existed if I'm not careful. I'm peering over the edge of the bed watching my uncle rummage around in my case. "What, are you, you looking for?" thank god Vicky is back in control, although Kevin is fighting like mad to get out of her. "Ah here we are." "Oh fuck me no!" "Oh fuck you yes." I'm staring at the dildo and gel that I have used just twice. My bed is making an awful racket as I yank on the chains. That is until the rope crashes down on my backside harder than ever before! "Now shut the fuck up. Do you want me to use this on Vicky, or Kevin?!" I'm staring at it and weighing up my options. Kevin would have a fucking fit. He might even start crying. Vicky though, Vicky might have a few tears, but she isn't that much of a baby. If my uncle is going to use that on me, then I'd much prefer to be Vicky at the time. It is eight inches long and skin coloured, it cost me nearly £30, and it was quite embarrassing to buy. I got it from the TV shop where I go and dress as a woman for a few hours. They do your makeup there, usually there are two or three of them working, and one has turned into my favourite. We giggle and laugh about things, like real girlfriends. I know she is being paid, but she is friendly and quite suggestive when I buy or try on things. She saw me looking at them in the cabinet, and joked about wishing her husband was that big. She encouraged me to buy it, again I know it is her job, but she is hard to resist. Kevin fancies her, and so does Vicky, she kept whispering "Go on buy it Vicky, you'll have hours of fun with it, and it might lead to other things," So I bought it, and here I am watching my uncle wave it about under my nose! "You, you will be gentle won't you? I, I, I've only ever used it, twice, and not all the way." The sound of the gel being squirted out the tube puts me off a little. Now I can hear it and feel it. My fucking uncle is smearing it round my asshole! "Tell me Vicky, are you trembling because you are scared, or because you are excited?" I can't answer him. I just wince as I feel the head of the dildo nuzzle in my ass cheeks. I'm panting as he works the head slowly in. My hands are gripping the duvet, and I'm saying silent prayers to the Tranny Goddess to let me get through this, and still be able to walk afterwards. "Relax Vicky." Easy for him to say the fucking prick! "Good girl...that's about halfway now." "No further please," I can feel it stretching me, but what worries me is I'm not in control of how far it goes. "Now what did your landlord do to you, when he fucked you from behind?" I'm fighting to keep Kevin out of this now, "Don't do that, please don't do that uncle." "I won't, just relax and enjoy it." Normally I would, but this is like a visit to the dentist. They say it won't hurt, but I'd love to tell the dentist to try and relax, while I drill holes in his teeth! He starts to slowly pull it in and out. I've got control of my breathing, and okay, at last I'm finding the motion sexually stimulating. In my diary, after my landlord shot his spunk in my mouth, he got his cock hard again and moved round to where my uncle is now. My landlord took me roughly, very roughly. He laughed, he called me his slut, and he banged me hard all the way through it. My uncle is being gentle, but I'm still scared. "Do you like that now?" "It's okay...please don't go any faster though." I can feel him pushing in a little further, and while it still stretches and hurts a little more, I keep telling my self, no pain no gain. I'm still whimpering a little, but it isn't those anxious whimpers anymore. "Oh god, what are you doing now?" "Just giving your clit a little fun, that is what the landlord did to you, and I want you to feel like it is actually him, teasing you, humiliating you, and fucking you." He pulls the dildo right out and then pushes it back in, while he strokes my clitty cock. There is a brief pause after he pulls it right out again, and then... "OH MY GOD!" "Sorry Vicky, I could resist, you got me all hard again. Don't worry I'm not as big as your dildo. But it is a real live cock in you now!" My mouth is open, my fingers are gripping my quilt, and my fucking uncle is fucking me! I can feel his hairy thighs on my nylon covered legs. I can feel his hands on my hips dragging me back to meet his slow rhythmic thrusts, and I can feel my head exploding with the knowledge of what is happening! I'M BEING FUCKED! I'm staring at the wallpaper over my headboard and trying to think of a thousand reasons why we shouldn't be doing this. I can feel his cock in me, I don't know if I want to but it is there, and I can't stop him. Even his groaning is filling my head, he is actually enjoying this! I know, why shouldn't he be, but it still surprises me. His left hand is back on my dick again, or rather as I'm thinking of it, my clit. I thought I'd lost all feeling to that, I and did for awhile, but now she is getting excited. "Oh, I knew you'd be a natural." What the hell does that mean?! I guess another silly question has just filled my pea sized brain. Am I, am I a natural? I've gotten over the shock of what is happening and now, now I'm taking it, and yes, enjoying it, even the pain! Not only that, but now I'm feeling those feelings, those sexy feelings, and my clit is a little ahead of me. "There Vicky, you see, paying the rent isn't all that bad, for me anyway. In fact, I'm thinking of upping the price." I'm back in role play mode, and well, yes I'm enjoying getting fucked, "What do you mean? Sean and I can't afford to pay you any more money." "I mean, I'll be coming round twice a week, and you had better be ready for me, unless you want Sean to hear you've been fucking around." "But I haven't, that is a lie, I love my Sean." "I'm sure I can convince him otherwise. I'll tell him I've seen men coming and going while he is out at work. You are my dirty slut, aren't you Vicky?" "Yes sir....I'm your dirty slut, oh fuckkkkkkkkkk!" His hand is wiping my spunk over my clit. I can't help coming, I can't help but get excited even more, and I can't help pushing my self back against my uncle's throbbing dick! "Come uncle, please come," I pant. I look down underneath me, and I can see his bloody balls swinging away. Then his hand comes into view. His hand stained with my spunk. He wipes it on my stocking top, and when his hand moves away I can see the white mess on my black stockings! "There, that is so you, Victoria." I've got two hands on my hips now, dragging me back against his thrusting cock again. He shudders, grips my hips tighter, and fires his spunk in to me! I wince as he pulls out and stumbles off the bed. He mumbles something about getting rid of the condom, and then staggers out of the room. I'm staring at my painted fingernails watching my fingers tremble, as the stinging in my ass slowly fades. My knees hurt and my back aches, so slowly I lower myself to the bed. I look at my alarm clock as the second hand clicks round. It's 12.40, and as the time goes on I realise my first fuck is now history. So whether I like it or not, I've been fucked! "I've run you a bath, how do you feel?" "Fuck knows," escapes my mouth. Laying in the bath I won't let Kevin back. He wants to come back and ask me what the fuck I've been doing, but I can't face him right now. I tell my self Vicky has to be dominant for the moment. I get out of the bath and the aches are still there. I won't look at my face in the mirror just yet, because I haven't got my wig on, and I know who will be staring back at me. It is at times like this I want to be a real woman, because as a man it is hard to deal with what has just happened. I'd only be kidding my self if I tried to explain it as being forced, although in a way I was. But I got dressed up for my uncle, and I wanted to be with him for one last time. That throws up another question, was that the last time Uncle Creep would see Vicky? If I asked him if that was it, what if he said no? But then again, what if he said yes?! Why does that thought scare me, why am I frightened that this is the end? I can hear him moving about down stairs. The lounge door opens and he calls up the stairs, "Who is coming down?" I close my eyes and keep them closed as I reply, "Me Uncle," in my softest feminine voice. "Good, I'll make us some lunch, Vicky." I open my eyes and smile slightly. "Well how do I look?" He passes me a glass of wine, and stands back and looks me over. The dress is silk, black, and tight round my torso. The layers of the skirt part flare out and doesn't even pretend to hide my black stocking tops. In fact, it barely hides my ass! My stockings have a lacy band round the top, and are held tight by my black suspender belt. My high heels are cerise with a black ankle strap and open toes. I feel vulnerable, and I want to feel that way. "You look like a...common little whore." His words should make me cringe, they do in a way, but that was the response I wanted. "You look like you are going out, on the pull." I can't look him in the eye at the moment. I swallow and for the first time I close my mouth, because it has been open since I appeared through the door. I can't help it sometimes, I just get so turned on it feels hard to breathe. My mouth opens and that nervous panting, deep and broken comes slowly dribbling out. This is all so humiliating for me, but I don't care about that, I want it! I place my foot up on the chair, this is my prostitute act. God knows why I'm doing it, but in my diaries I love this slut look. I love to pretend I'm one of the whores down the red light district. The fact that I'm at home and doing this in front of my uncle, doesn't really bother me now. I'm so wrapped up in my fantasy, I don't care how silly this looks, and I think neither does my uncle. I spend hours thinking up fantasies, probably too many in reality, but the life of a TV is a lonely one, I know from experience, and from what I've read and heard. So now I've got the chance to share it with my Uncle Creep, and I'm going to. He might not have been my first choice to do this with, but he has featured in my pink diaries almost as much as Sean. "So, are you off to meet you boyfriend?" His questioned has stumped me, and I'm not sure how to react to that. Does he honestly expect me to go out like this in broad daylight?! "Won't he be waiting by the cinema?" I'm still giving him a worried quizzical look. If this was a fantasy I have written about then I've forgotten it. "I'm not letting you go to see Sean dressed like that...and I know how much you want to, don't you?" Finally I get it, finally I realise he is telling me. "You, can't stop me meeting my, boyfriend." "Yes I can, but if you are a good girl I'll let you go. So you'll have to crawl over here, and lick my balls. Then I'll see if I'll let you out." I take a swig of the wine and nearly drop the bloody glass, because I'm so nervous and turned on. "You know, I can always phone your stepmother, and tell her Sean will be waiting outside the cinema for his girlfriend, and that she isn't allowed to go because she has been a bad girl. I'm sure Jenny wouldn't mind taking your place, and I know Sean would be just as happy with her mouth wrapped around his cock, again." Once again I'm in shock here. How did my uncle know about Sean and Jenny? I don't think I put that in my diary. Or has he just said something that is a total coincidence. Either way the thought of Jenny taking my place on a date with my boyfriend, fills me with dread. I get to my knees and crawl to him. He drops his trousers and pants and there they are, cock and balls all ready and waiting. "Oh that's a good girl...if you are going to dress like a slut, then you should be treated like one, don't you agree, Vicky?" "Yes Uncle, but Sean likes me like this. I mean he likes me to dress this way," I whimper, and go back to kissing and licking his balls. "Oh and you just do as your told, like a good little slut, don't you? Now suck me off, and you had better swallow or you won't get your boyfriend's cock...your stepmother will." I suck as hard as I can. It might not be my fantasy but it sure has got me excited. The thought of that bitch taking my boyfriend off me is racing round my head. Okay in real life they have fucked, more than once, but even though I'm not going to meet Sean after this, I'm behaving like I am! "Perhaps you're stepmother, should go anyway...perhaps you are not that interested in Sean?" "No...he's my boyfriend, Jenny can go fuck herself!" "Can I now?!" booms out behind me. Before I can move two hands grip my head and force it down on my uncle's cock. I'm choking and swallowing spunk. My uncle lets me go, and my stepmother leans close to my ear, "Got you now haven't I Kevin, you disgusting little faggot?!" I slump back on the floor. I can see her heels and legs as far as her knees. I can't look any higher, because the image of her face in my head is bad, but probably not as bad as her disgusted and sick look really is! I look over hoping she has gone, but she hasn't. Her shoes are still there just a foot from me. I can smell her perfume, and I can hear her breathing. But still I'm too scared to look up. It is now I feel ridiculous, it is now that Vicky has gone and left Kevin knelt here. Kevin is horrified, he has been caught wearing a dress and in full make up with strange lumps hidden in this dress. Kevin feels sick, and deep down is cursing Vicky, and the way she won't be denied. Why the fuck can't I stop doing this? Look at me, caught wearing women's clothes like some queer, and sucking my uncle's cock, by my stepmother. My life, (which wasn't that great,) has now nose dived into a black bottomless pit! A tissue is waved under my nose, "Here, I don't want that stuff dribbling out of your mouth and getting on my carpet," her voices has never sounded so unwelcome, its like a thousand bagpipes being warmed up right in my ear. "My god, I don't know who I'm more disgusted with, you Des, or that bloody fool in a dress." "What the hell is going on here?! My god you bloody poof! I'm going to beat some sense into you, you little queer!" I'm staring up at my Stepfather now. I cower as he raises his hand, until my uncle gives him a bloody nose! "You leave him alone, he can't help the way he is. You little prick!" Jenny stands between my Uncle and my stepfather, and screams, "Enough, Kevin get upstairs and change, your stepfather will deal with you later." "No he won't. Kevin, get your case, and whatever you need. You can come and live with me." "Oh you bloody queer, I always knew you..." "Graham, shut the fuck up, unless you want another smack." "It will take me a little time, to get changed I mean." "Then don't, just put a coat on." "Christ Des, you can't take him out looking like that, what will the neighbours think?" "Well, it'll make a change from them seeing you going out dressed like a tart, on the pull. Oh Graham just sit still you little twerp, you like her sleeping around," My uncle turns to turns me, "Well are you coming?" What went on when I went upstairs and got my things I don't know, but I could hear my Uncle laying down the law. "I'm ready." Two shocked faces gawp, and one face, my Uncle's smiles as Vicky stands in her coat. He opens the door for me and takes my case and a bin liner and puts them in his car. I smile at the shocked faces of my neighbour and his wife, as I get into the passenger seat. "Well, you can stay with me as long as you like. But you'll have to cook and clean to earn your keep, and I'd like to see Victoria from time to time. I've got a spare room, it might be a little cramped, but you'll be fine." I take a deep breath and pray I'm doing the right thing, and then I squeeze his thigh as he pulls the car off the drive, "Maybe, I don't want to sleep on my own." "Kevin will I'm sure need some space." "No Uncle, Kevin isn't coming. I've left him at my stepmother's, well his clothes, and all his things. It is just you and me now, your little Tranny sex slave." I watch him grin as my hand slowly rubs his stiffening cock through his trousers. The End. Below is an account of my early days as a TV, edited from my first pink diary. My first visit to the TV shop where I could turn into a girl for a few hours was expensive, but it opened my eyes to what was really out there, and I'm glad I went. It was worth the money just to gain the knowledge and experience, and it truly was the best thing I've ever done in my life. Armed with money I saved up, I drove the 120 miles or so and parked in the street a few hundreds yards down from the shop. Walking to shop was one hell of a strange mix of emotions. On the outside I was just a guy in the street, underneath my jeans and shirt, my legs, arms, chest and armpits had been shaved for this huge event in my life. I lost count of how many deep breaths I took, and I walked past the place first and into a nearby newsagents. It was then I repeated to myself, I haven't driven all those miles to wimp out, so I actually plucked up enough courage to go in. It was a magical experience standing there and being greeted by two smiling female faces. The coffee I drunk seemed add to my nervous, I couldn't hold the bloody cup still. Eventually I picked the clothes I wanted to wear and I got changed, and then waited like a lemon for one of the girls to do my makeup. She was very professional, and slowly I relaxed, and my one word answers gradually became whole sentences. I couldn't believe what she had done to the face in the mirror, and when she placed the wig on my head, I was mesmerised. Was that really me? Yes it was, how fucking fantastic! Walking out of the change room back into the shop felt like my first real steps as a TV. I drank more coffee, and then walked round the shop looking at the underwear and clothes. I was soon stacking things up on the counter, magazines, jewellery, skirts, underwear, and makeup, until all the money I had taken with me was gone. Vicky's Pink Diary 04 When I got home my head was in the magazines most of the night, and all my new things were being worn. I knew my visit wasn't going to be a one off. Hell I wanted to go back the very next day, only my lack of money stopped me. I visited a few more times, only these times taking my own clothes. My miniskirts and my tights and shoes, which I had bought from mail order catalogues, because I wanted my look to be me, and not something else someone has worn before. Eventually I bought wigs and my very own tits, and of course more magazines. TV admirers were something I had never even heard of, and I was scanning the TV contact magazines in wonderment. I never did apply to an add, but I imagined all those horny hunky men, and some not so, taking Victoria out on a date. Several times men came into the shop, other TV's I guessed. I found myself crossing my legs in my tiny skirts, giving them a flash of thigh, my fantasy more than theirs I suspect, but hell did like showing off! One guy sat and talked to me, we had a coffee and he gave me a cigarette, lighting it for me too. I'm not sure if he was trying to really chat me up, but he was saying the things a girl would like to hear. When he said he was going he leaned in to me and stroked my leg. He said "Nice legs Vicky, better than a lot of real women." That was the first compliment from a guy that I had, and his hand which briefly touched my nylon clad leg had my head in a spin. I have written a fantasy about him and a couple of other guys which came into the shop. I'll save them for another time. Well that's it for now and thank you for all the nice things you have said about my story. I feel I have many new friends. Vicky.