I had played with others my age, touching each other, measuring ourselves... But at 13, something was different in me, related to boys. I wasn't interested in girls, but I was in my friends.

Each encounter was a desire to see their cocks. Without losing my composure, or being noticed, I was getting deeper into my homosexuality. My dream was to be naked next to them without being seen. I needed their visits more and more, until they became daily.

At home, friends would come and go, and I would encourage them to jerk off. The games went on, but I still felt the need.

Among them, there was Fran, older than me, with a strong and sculpted body, a very large cock, and a firm ass. He had experience in sex and set the pace. Although I waited for him to ask me to come to his house.

The games continued between us, he preferred that I be a little girl who he would kidnap and force to masturbate him. At 14, it started to be more than just a game!

One day, he invited me to his house, and while we were touching each other naked, he asked me to accompany him to his sister's room.

He took out his sister's underwear from a drawer... showed it to me and suggested that I wear it. I wasn't used to it. He took a thong and put it on me.

"You look lovely," he commented, and laughed.

I couldn't imagine where he wanted to go. It was all new to me.

Naked, with his sister's thong in my hand, he asked me to put it on.

I couldn't refuse, he was taller and stronger than me, and my admiration for him made me his slave.

Then I realized that my admiration was a desire for him to possess me. I wanted him more than I could accept.

I put on the thong and a matching bra. He took me to his room, dressed like that, with fear that his sister would arrive. He sat down and left me standing in the center of the room... in underwear. He looked at how I looked, his eyes fixed on me... I couldn't help but blush.

"Don't blush," he said, "you look very good like that."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, you look very pretty," he added.

I didn't understand why he changed my gender. I had success with girls, but I felt like one of them.

"You always seemed like a little girl, everyone knows you like sucking cocks," he told me.

I had never done it, I wanted to set things straight, and he achieved it. I didn't protest again, hoping that the rumor wouldn't reach my family, but unable to back down.

"Look," he continued, "I'm two years older than you, and I don't like men."

He had just pushed me away from his life, I thought, our flirtations were over.

"Calm down," he continued, "I've been looking for a girl to have a good time with. I haven't had any luck, you like me, but I don't get excited seeing you as a boy, only as a girl. From now on, you'll be my girlfriend, or we won't see each other again."

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