My dad's love transformed me

This story is fictional and only aims to generate pleasure for the readers. There's no specified age, so let's assume that both the father and the boy are adults who consent.

By very bad as it was for me the premature death of my mom, it devastated my dad. He fell into a deep depression. Dad had no interest in seeing other women. To be honest, he had no interest in anyone else but me after her death. I didn't know what to do to get him out of his depression, but little by little I realized that the only person who could replace her was me. Oh yes, probably forgot to mention that I was his son, not his daughter. But I seemed a lot like my mom and nothing like my dad. I had her soft red hair and her bright blue eyes, and her small figure, and didn't have any noticeable characteristics of my father who was darker and certainly larger. Plus, Mom's name was Danielle and they called me Daniel because even when I was born I seemed a lot like her. Dad called us both Danni, although until Mom died I wrote my name differently, Danny.

Dad spent a lot of time looking at me, but I didn't start thinking about the new role I would play until one day he looked at me and said: Danni, you look a lot like your mother. Please don't cut your hair, leave it long like hers. More than a year passed and I didn't cut my hair again, letting it grow beyond my shoulders. I also loved drying myself with a hair dryer and learned to make it fluffy like mom's, so it wouldn't be limp on my shoulders.

When I was going through some of Mom's things shortly after her death, I noticed her birth control pills and out of curiosity or in memory of her, or really, I don't know why, I started taking her birth control pills every day. Somehow, I thought they would make me feel more like Mom. When the monthly supply started running low, I easily refilled the prescription by mail and could continue taking my daily dose of estrogen. During the following year, I could feel my skin softening, I marveled at the swelling of my nipples and became fascinated and excited by the growth of the tissue surrounding my nipples, initially just a kind of swelling, but later, yes, small, but in the end. Real breasts, curved and sensual.

During the first year after Mom's death, even when we were still mourning our loss, Dad and I became much closer. Nights were special. Often we would snuggle up on the sofa while watching TV or a movie. Dad would wrap his arm around me and I'd move to his side, enjoying the warmth and masculine strength of his closeness, which would awaken in me a feeling of femininity, wanting to feel protected and possessed by him.

Dad once said: 'Danny, can I ask you a favor?'

Okay, dad. Whatever you want.

Could you use your mother's perfume when we sit on the sofa and watch TV? Just listening to this question excites me, somehow imagining a feminine version of myself that would please my dad really gets me excited.

Oh, Dad, I'd love to do that, especially if it gives you pleasure. I also love how it smells. From then on, I would put Mom's perfume on at night. Dad even bought more when hers started running out. He even wrapped it as a gift and gave it to me, just like he used to with Mom.

I wasn't where I wanted to be in the development of my body, but I realized that my soft feminine features also did him good. It wasn't just that he liked running his fingers through my long, soft, and silky hair, but he started caressing my soft skin more and more while we watched TV, and I began to caress his chest as I leaned my head on his shoulder. We often only wore our bathrobes at night, so his chest was bare and I liked the sensation of his strong pectoral muscles and thick chest hair, in stark contrast to my slender figure and smooth, hairless chest with my budding breasts. I especially enjoyed it when he let his fingers roam over my soft skin, his hand on my shoulder or slid his hand down and scratched my back, or softly rubbed my leg. His fingers caressed my shoulder and played along my clavicle, but although I longed for him to move his hand a few inches down and caress my budding breasts, he didn't.

I thought Dad would prefer the sensation of my fingers on his skin if he let me keep my nails long so I could run them over his cheek, neck, and then scratch his hairy chest. As my nails grew, they didn't look too good unless I painted them, so I started doing manicures, which I thought made my hands seem feminine and sexy.

One time, when I was coming home from school, I saw a package on my bed. It was a beautiful silk rose-colored nightgown. I recognized it. It was Mom's. There was a handwritten note.

Dear Danni,

I never want to make you feel uncomfortable and I've doubted asking you this, so you know you can say no and I'll never ask again, but if you're willing, only if you truly want to do this from the bottom of your heart, I'd like to ask if you'd be willing to wear this camisole instead of your old bathrobe when we watch TV together at night. It's a great comfort and makes me happy, but I only want you to do it if you enjoy the appearance of wearing it and if it also makes you happy.

My deepest love, daddy.

In fact, I was excited about the idea of using it as mom's nightgown. Not just because I loved the sensation of the silk against my skin, but also because I knew how much it would please dad, and nothing was more important to me than pleasing dad.

That night, after dinner, I went up as usual. I did it before watching TV to put on my bathrobe, but this time I wore Mom's lingerie. I applied her perfume to my neck, shaved armpits, nipples, and a little to my hairless pubic area. When I went downstairs, Dad was already sitting on the sofa, the only light being the TV screen. I walked towards the sofa, the TV light reflected the translucency of my nightdress. When I approached Dad, he whispered: You're so beautiful, Danni.

Thanks, dad. Wearing mom's dress makes me feel beautiful.

We hugged each other, caressed, our fingers enjoyed the silky sensations, our senses intensified with mom's sweet aroma. I couldn't help but notice that dad's cock got completely erect while my long nails played with his chest. It was so big, his cock so masculine and hard. I had many urges to touch it, hold it in my hand, feel its weight and warmth, but I wasn't sure if that was what dad wanted me to do and didn't want to risk losing our warm and loving relationship by doing something he might not want.

The next night, after putting on Mom's nightgown and admiring myself in the bathroom mirror, Dad came up behind me. Both of us were looking at our reflections in the mirror and I noticed his eyes reflected in the mirror. I was staring fixedly at my pointed nipples and budding breasts. My tall and muscular dad was behind me, holding my light and creamy shoulders. I felt so small in front of him. He brushed my neck with his index finger and then, to my surprise, began putting one of Mom's nice collars around my neck. As he fastened the clasp at the nape of my neck, I arched my back and pressed my satin-covered buttocks against him and felt his virility harden as we both admired my collar in the mirror.

Oh, dad, I know how much this necklace means to you. It was a sapphire on a delicate gold chain. Dad always used to comment that Mom's blue eyes sparkled especially when he wore it.

I want you to use it, Danni. Standing behind me, he kissed my cheek.

Thanks, dad. I'm very proud and flattered to use it.

Dad's mouth delayed on my cheek and then headed to the lobe of my ear. I felt sensations of tingling all over my body when his tongue passed through the lobe of my ear and the erogenous point behind my ear and down my neck. It delayed in my neck, giving me a wet kiss while I got dizzy and my knees almost buckled.

But in a moment, we looked at each other and Dad kept looking at me. Finally I said: Do you really miss her, don't you, Dad?

Yes. The pause. You look very much like her.

Wait here. I went upstairs to Mom and Dad's bedroom. Then I sat down in Mom's dressing table, with her makeup kit ready. I looked at myself in the mirror. A younger version of Mom's face looked back at me. I saw her lip liner. Looking at myself in the mirror, I put on my favorite pink lip gloss. I admired how great and sexy my bright pink lips looked. I found her blue eyeshadow tone and started applying it, accentuating the blue of my eyes just like that tone once enhanced Mom's brilliant blue eyes. I continued with mascara, making my eyelashes long and feminine, and a bit of blush. I found a perfumed body lotion with sparkles and applied it to my chest and legs so it would shine and sparkle. I sprayed on an extra dose of Mom's favorite perfume and used the hair dryer to style my red hair, letting it cascade in luxurious golden waves over my shoulders.

I decided to delve into Mom's closet. Mom had so much wonderful and beautiful clothing that I didn't know where to start, but I finally chose a pink babydoll camisone with fine straps that was very soft. It had a pink rose-colored lace bikini set. The camisone's hemline was short, so it showed how the tiny bikini accentuated my backside. I turned around a bit, looking at myself in the mirror. I had to say I had a lovely feminine backside. I put on Mom's long silk rose-colored translucent robe that I had been using for weeks, but now I added a pair of pink high-heeled slippers with pink feather pom-poms on top. I thought if I was going to be feminine, I should do everything possible and be completely frilly, and pink was the color I knew would look great on Mom, so I thought that with the same color, it would also look nice on me.

I called Dad with my sweetest and most feminine voice: 'Ready'.

Anticipating my arrival, Dad turned off the lights, lit some candles, and put on soft music. He was sitting on the sofa. I could see his eyes glued to mine as I walked down the stairs and entered the living room, trying to walk seductively and sensually, as if I had seen Victoria Secret models strutting down the catwalk. I let my heels guide me while balancing my hips as I walked.

Oh, oh, God my. Dad really stayed speechless. Then I saw that his eyes were filling with tears.

Oh daddy. I came to him. I took his face between my hands. Dad, it's okay, now I'm here. I'm here for you. I was standing up, he was sitting down. But he pulled me towards him and hugged me, I could feel the humidity of his tears as he buried his face in my chest. It was the first time I held him, or anyone else, against my breasts and couldn't believe the tender emotion that awakened deep in my soul to be able to give this man I loved the maternal care he had so desperately needed. I stroked his hair and swayed against him. He buried his face in the softness of my breasts. We stayed like that for a long time. His big and strong hands held me, but as the hug continued, his hands moved from my back to the lower part of my back to my little girl's butt. I knew he was thinking of Mommy, but I couldn't help it, despite its femininity, my small penis got hard and erect. I had so many emotions and sensations swirling around that I could hardly think.

It's fine, daddy. I love you so much. The silk against my skin, while daddy's hands were tracing my back up and down, bringing me closer to him.

He looked me in the eye. 'You look so beautiful, Danni'.

I was caressing Dad's face while he was caressing my body. I looked at him with my long-lashed deer eyes. I love you, Dad. I'd do anything to make you happy. Anything your heart desires. I was close by as he sat on the sofa with his legs on either side of me. He rubbed his face against my chest while hugging me. Then I felt the moisture of his mouth. I knew what he longed for. I lowered the neckline of my nightgown and finally, after months of longing, he took my eager nipples in his hungry mouth, finding the incredibly feminine erogenous zone that had remained inactive until a few months ago. As Dad sucked and nibbled on my sweet baby breasts, I ran my fingers through his hair. Almost fainted from pleasure when Dad sucked my erect nipple and brought my breast to his mouth. Meanwhile, his hands rose and fell along my back from my neck to my buttocks, causing shivers of pleasure down my spine as his mouth moved from one of my nipples to the other and vice versa. At the point where I was going crazy with pleasure, he stopped kissing my breasts.

Are you okay with me doing this to you, Danni?

Yes, Daddy, I also love him.

Dad gave me a kiss on the forehead. Then, he kissed my closed eyelids. My moist and sparkling lips parted. I wanted his kiss so much. I desired my dad more than I could have imagined.

Dad took my lower lip between his teeth and gently nibbled it. My nerves were fluttering, shivers of desire running down my spine, barely able to maintain balance. My knees were collapsing, I was melting into his arms. Our tongues touched. The tips tentatively surrounded each other. Dad's kiss became more urgent, his tongue so big and strong, penetrating my mouth, one of his hands holding me where my head meets the neck, bringing my mouth closer, allowing him to penetrate deeper.

I slid down towards the bottom, my knees bent, my legs no longer able to support my weight. Dad, still sitting on the sofa, moved closer and then I reclined on the sofa, Dad on top of me, feeling the weight of his body on me, our lips never breaking the kiss, still lost in the sensation of our lips. We came together, lost in humidity, the warmth of our joined lips, knowing we had crossed a line we had been fighting over for more than a year, unleashing repressed passions.

I loved feeling Dad's weight on top of me, it made me feel so small, so completely submissive to him and, of course, I also felt the hardness of his horse cock pressed against me. It was exciting to realize I could excite him that much. I was a bit embarrassed to be excited too, although my hard penis was small, more like an extended clitoris, compared to Dad's manly rod.

Dad's tongue was really exploring the depths of my mouth, his hands were squeezing my tender tits, making my nipples roll, massaging my new claim to femininity. I loved the feeling of surrendering to him completely, being the object of his repressed desire and letting him express his repressed sexual impulses fully.

Dad's mouth moved towards my neck. As he kissed and sucked there, tingling shivers or nerve-racking sensations ran over my body. 'Oh, Dad, yes, my love, my Dad love, oh, please, mmmmmmmm'. At a certain moment, all I could do was moan, when Dad's lips moved from my neck to my chest and started sucking my breasts and nibbling my nipples again.

After some time, dad did what I never expected or even in my wildest dreams; his tongue ran along my torso and took my hard boy clitoris into his mouth. Oh. My. God. He stank. I couldn't believe the sensation. Oh, dad, oh, I'm sorry, dad, I'm very excited. I almost left immediately. I simply had no control, I was totally lost and my orgasm exploded completely. My semen caught dad right in the face.

He started laughing. Dad had the biggest and most foolish smile with my semen dripping on his face. And then I also burst out laughing.

Naughty girl. Look at the disaster you've made. Look what my little baby doll did to Daddy.

I laughed. 'I'm really sorry, Dad. I get so excited that I couldn't control myself'. I jumped up, took a towel and wiped my dad's face and stomach, which was also stained with my semen. As he cleaned us off, we were facing each other now. Dad still had a big smile on his face, which made me very happy to see. Plus, his cock was hard and erect. I knelt down and touched his cock. For so many months my hands had rubbed his chest, belly, legs, but until now I had never dared to touch his virility. I held his shaft in my hand, squeezing and pulling it gently.

Timidly, virginally, I whispered. 'Dad, I want to return the favor'. I kissed Dad's chest, lightly biting his pectoral muscle and then making circles with my tongue around his nipples. I heard him groan. He held my hips. As I slid down his torso, his hand slid along my back. Soon I was on my knees in front of him, his hands holding the sides of my head. I was face to face with Dad's powerful masculine muscle. I looked at Dad and smiled.

He looked down at me. 'Danni, you're so beautiful. I love your blue eyes. Keep looking at me, baby. I gazed at Dad while pulling out my little red tongue and touching the tip of Dad's penis. Then, maintaining eye contact with Dad, I said 'I circled my tongue around the crown of his cock. Finally, I took it in my mouth and sucked it while continuing to rotate my tongue. I felt the pressure of Dad's hands on the back of my head as he penetrated deeper into my mouth.'

I had many desires to please Daddy, and being on my knees in front of him was so perfect, making me feel like his little pet wanted him to do with me whatever he pleased.

Yes, baby. So nice. Please... Suck me, darling... Good girl... Oh, yes... My... sweet... little... baby...

Dad was now putting himself in my mouth and holding my head between his hands while continuing to pump my mouth. As his cock went deeper and deeper into my mouth and as it dripped with pre-cum liquid, I started feeling gagging, choking, and gasping for air, but he kept pumping even when tears ran down my cheeks and I struggled to breathe. I kept doing it although I was still trying to suck him off despite being choked and doing my best to maintain eye contact, wanting to be Dad's pleasure doll.

Suddenly, Daddy came out of my mouth and took a step back. I looked at him with my puppy eyes, my lips still slightly parted, an open invitation to receive more vigorous thrusts.

I'm sorry so much, my poor doll.

What's up, dad? Still on my knees in front of him, I took dad's cock in my hands.

Baby, daddy needs you so much.

Hey daddy? I stroked his big hard cock with my hand while looking at him with my very open and innocent eyes.

Dad needs you to do something adult with Dad and Mom now, and I think it will hurt, but I don't want to hurt my little virgin girl.

Dad, I want to be your special little baby. I want to do anything that makes you happy, even if it hurts. I gave him a reassuring squeeze on his cock and kissed his head. He pushed away the hairs of hair that had fallen over my face.

Danni, you have such a cute little butt like a girl. And daddy's cock is so big and hard. I don't want to hurt you but I want to make love to you like momma does.

Daddy I want you to make love to me like a real woman too, it's all I've wanted for so long. Please, daddy, take my virginity.

Get into Dad's room, baby.

I stood up and slowly, balancing my hips with each step, walked towards the stairs and then climbed step by step with Dad behind me, his face now even with my rear end balancing as I climbed the stairs.

When we got to Daddy's room, he pulled down the sheets, put a pillow on the mattress and placed me face down with the pillow under me so that my cute round butt would stick out.

Dad rummaged through Mum's dresser and at the bottom of one of the drawers found an object. Then he sat down on the bed beside me and started giving me a delicious massage on my back and legs. He began with his strong hands massaging my feet, then moving up and doing the same to my shoulders, massaging me through the silk of my nightgown. Despite how much I enjoyed the sensation of the silk, I got excited when he gently took off my nightgown, leaving me only in my tiny pink panties. Then he added warm lotion and felt like I would melt under his touch. He took his time, moving slowly, making my body really relax. He massaged my arms, shoulders, back, feet, shins, and thighs, but didn't touch my bottom that was sticking out in the air begging to be touched.

Dad worked alternatively from my shoulders down and my feet up, but finally centered his strong and masculine hands on my lady's backside. At first, he massaged me through the bikini briefs. But after a while, he took off my briefs, leaving my backside exposed, ready. He really soaped me with massage lotion and squeezed and massaged my buttocks with deep fabric. Then, he started running his oily fingers along the neckline between my cheeks, gradually deepening his fingers.

While waiting, Daddy was kissing my neck and nibbling my shoulders in the most erotically sensual way possible. Oh, I desired him so much that I was going crazy with desire. I moved my backside like my little invitation to Daddy's attention.

I then felt a new hard and warm sensation inserting itself into my small opening so ready but still tight. I shuddered. It felt enormous. It loomed over me, staying quiet while I caught my breath, and then, when I allowed my muscles to relax, it pressed a bit more, whispering sweet stimuli in my ear. 'Sweetheart. What a good girl. Oh, sweetheart, how sweet.'

Dad was patient and gentle despite his obvious desire to penetrate me deeply and completely. We worked together and our bodies found a rhythm. Our bodies finally embraced each other tightly, Dad inside me completely, and I never felt so fulfilled. As my ability to receive him improved, so did his forcefulness. I loved being penetrated, I realized it was something I had deeply desired for a long time and now it was happening. Finally, it was happening. Dad growled and hit me, hitting me, yes, fucking me, hard and masculine blows, and I moved in sync, perfect harmony of yin and yang.

And then I felt Dad's climax, him. I arrived at the climax of orgasm, filling myself with his cum and my clitoris ejaculated at the same time. His exhausted body totally spent, I felt all of Dad's weight on top of me with moisture everywhere, never felt happier. Finally, I completely transformed into the person I really wanted to be: the woman in Dad's life. Dad's princess, Dad's girl. Forever.