Contains crossdressing, cuckolding, incest, gay love, humiliation, and sissification. If these themes offend you, stop reading now!
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I'm a great father to my son because he is my life. He is my everything, and I support him in every sense of the word.
And I couldn't be more proud of the handsome, masculine, confident, and kind boy I have raised. I can't help but get emotional as I watch Johnathan walk down the aisle at his high school graduation. I notice several of the young ladies in his class gazing at him with lust in their wide, eager eyes. Johnathan has a revolving door of girls eager to suck and fuck him to his heart's content, and this fact makes me even more proud of my son.
Of course, this once in a lifetime moment is dampened when my eyes happen on my ex-wife with her hands on the chest and her head rested on the shoulder of her lover. I finally had enough and ended the marriage when she coerced me into making me wear her panties, and then made me lick her clit while she feed me the cum of her stud lover, Jared. This was how she chose to tell me she was having an affair.
I always encouraged Johnathan to dream big and work hard. I always tried to instill in him the idea that life is about living, not existing. It's about taking what you want.
"You can rule the world, son," I told him, "the world is yours."
With my help, Johnathan became an elite pianist and star athlete. I made sure he grew up with a fulfilling and meaningful childhood, and always told him how great he was. Because, at the end of the day, happiness is about confidence.
But when my wife cheated on me three years ago, I became a mess. I didn't have to worry about my son, he was independent and didn't need me to be a father figure anymore. Instead, he took care of me.
He got me to work in the morning when I drank myself into a blackout, which happened often. He gave me encouragement when I beat myself up and cried at random moments. He even disciplined me when I shirked an important responsibility.
When I see my ex-wife cuddling up with Jared, the terrible things she told me come rushing back.
"Why did I cheat on you with Jared? Well, honey, for one thing, he has a much bigger cock."
"I guess since you've tried on my panties now, I can call you my little panty boy, right Shelby?"
"A real man wouldn't let this happen, would he little Shelby?"
Thank God I have Johnathan. Without him, I don't know where I would be. My ex-wife willingly gave me full custody, nihilistic fucking whore that she is. But that doesn't mean I came out the other side unharmed. I have an addiction to wearing panties now. I fantasize about becoming a girly little bitch for an alpha couple. And, worst of all, after accidentally seeing my son's big dick when he was in the shower, I now fantasize about being a cum-hungry bitch for my strong, handsome son.
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Johnathan is staying home for the summer, before he goes off to college. It's time I come clean about who I really am. I have always encouraged Johnathan to be open with me. It's time I told him I'm his Girly Daddy.
But first, you probably want some context.
Johnathan and I contrast with each other in many ways.
He is tall, toned, and has a big frame. He's got a jock-like, gentlemen's style haircut and big, sensitive looking brown eyes. Every limb on him is big - strong hands and size 13 feet. He has a very muscular and round ass and a sharply defined jaw-line.
I am about two inches shorter than my son, and have a frame that resembles a classic, Marilyn Monroe-esque female form. For the most part, I am pretty skinny. But, for whatever reason, I have a big, round ass and big hips. My thighs and ass are very smooth, mind you. I don't grow a lot of body hair. My eyes sparkle with a vibrant shade of green, and I have round cheeks and big lips.
Waiting for Johnathan to get home from his friend's house is excruciating. I look at myself again in my full length bedroom mirror. I love this flowery circle skirt dress that my wife used to wear. It cuts just below my ass. I give it a good twirl, trying to ignore the butterflies building up in my stomach.
My already long hair is styled straight down, and my light make up gives me a real girl next door look. I look pretty. I look...young.
I hear the front door open. I quickly run from my bedroom to the living room, sit on the couch, and cross my legs. Making sure to sit up straight, of course.
He jumps as he walks into the living room.
"Whoa!" he nearly yells out, "Dad, is that you?"
"Yes, Son," I say, trying to hold my composure. "It's me."
"Well...uh...I mean...what are you doing dressed up like a...girl?" He asked.
"Try not to be freaked out, Son. Just sit next to me on the couch and I can explain everything."
Johnathan hesitated, took a deep and thoughtful sigh, and sat right next to me on the couch, so our knees were touching each other.
"You know I love you, Dad," Johnathan said, "I will be here for you, no matter what. So, I mean, are you, like, transgender or something?"
"I don't know, Son," I said, "All I know is that, ever since your mom left me and intentionally humiliated me, I have become very submissive. I feel the overwhelming need to be under the control of a bigger, stronger man and his girlfriends. I know this is a lot. Probably really hard to hear."
"...Um. It's a little weird, but I understand! Don't tell anyone, Dad, but I have looked at porn like that. So, tell me, are you a sissy, is that what you are???
"Wh..what?"
