[Fiction] Little Kinky Fantasies of Guy in Panties

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Every day, I work on my little fantasy stories, and post them to GetDare. Excellent bits of crap, they are. Complete porn. I swear I've jacked off half a dozen times reading them. Sometimes, they made sense, with a tragic accident, and causing me to lose everything. Sometimes they didn't make sense, and were completely magic, but with the help of my single older sister, whom I lived with (my mother passed away giving birth to me, and my father died in battle when my sister was 22. Now I am 13, and my sister is 23), and a few lottery tickets, nearly all of them came true, or at least until a routine kicked in, and in the end, I was a permanent girl, at a new school, and I had everything I ever wanted. But the hardest decision, was deciding to do it. So this is the story of how I wrote stories, fantasies, of my male kinkiness in panties, got caught in the act, and how it was NOT the end of the world for me. I am male, and 13. Scrawny, young, and I don't know what religion I am. Technical, and always on MW3, Black Ops, Battlefield 3, and now my favorite: Skyrim. Yeah, I really don't want to get strong, because I want to one day end up as a submissive. But really, I could never do so much as put on a pair of panties, when I was writing.

Chapter 1: Writing Before School

Iwrite my last entry, of the day, before school, while my sister is at work. She is working as a manager and store owner of the local Victoria Secrets. My mom had owned it before she passed away, and my sister inherited it. But she was too young to take on the store, so she became a cashier at 16, and worked her way up to the manager at 21, when she became the owner of all profits. She starts early at 6, an hour before the store opens and leaves the store up to her co-managers, at 3. In case you are wondering, yes, her owning and working at a Victoria Secret did help me explore my fetish of writing about this topic.


I finish up today's entry, and prepare for the half mile journey to school. I close my laptop, closing the program, and turn off the computer. In case you are wondering, no, she does not know the password. I leave to school, simple and easy, my clarinet in one hand, my ipod in my pocket, and my lunch box in my other hand. I am wearing boxers, jeans, and my favorite t-shirt of my local high school (which I am going to next year). When I arrive at school, it is a normal school day. Nothing special happened at school. But the interesting thing that happened, had happened at home.