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Vicky's Pink Diary 03
Date: 10/22/2016, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Taboo Author: sparkyking
... 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 ...