
Originally Posted by
JohannBessler
Confession: from my 10th to my 12th year of life, I really, really wanted to be a girl. It was nothing sexual.
I'd been brought up with all the boys toys, of course. I had an archery set. When we went to family friend's house, the boy wanted to play Cowboys and Indians. I went along, but I hated it. How I much preferred sitting in the girl's room, with her play phones, her play record player, and her dolls.
I liked to pretend I had long hair, in the style of Cher of 1972. My Dad had given me a crew cut, which I despised. When no one was looking, I would put on my Mother's long-hair wig, or put a shirt over my head, and use it for my "hair".
Somewhere around my 12th year of life, I saw a 38-or so year old man at the swimming pool we frequented each week. In the style of the era, he wore short, revealing trunks. I could see an enormous bulge (although it showed mostly balls). The image of that bulge stuck in my head, coming back to haunt me for weeks and weeks.
Then one day, when I turned about 13, I sat with that image in my head, and, suddenly, I realized that I wanted to suck his dick. So began my fascination with Daddies. I wanted to trace my young tongue down his chest hair, down that treasure trail, and open up those revealing blue trunks, and take his Daddy member in my mouth, working it until it finally surrendered its sweet, sticky milk. I could have spent the rest of my life with my face buried in his Daddy bush.
My budding sexuality had just opened that long-ago day.
But you know what? I no longer wanted to be a girl. The moment I began to have sexual fantasies, I forgot all about being a girl. Maybe I grew out of it. Who knows?
I wonder what happened to that Daddy? He looked very much like John Davidson. He has probably passed on now. If not, he'd be over 70 years old....