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Share the emotions you've been feeling and the struggles you've faced. Did you have a positive experience when coming out, or did it go horribly wrong? Was it a gradual process, or did you come out all at once? Who was the first person you told, and how did they react?

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  • Come Out To Sister

    So since I was 13 I started my long journey of being curious about wearing girls clothes and tbh I liked it

    I used to sneak into my parents room and start dressing in my mom's clothes like everything from panties, bras, lingerie to blouses and skirts also would try to use makeup and all

    when I was 16 my mom passed away and well my dad kept her clothes and didn't want to give them away so I kept wearing them whenever he's not at home and eventually I discovered sissy and femboy porn and got into it all and enjoyed it and enjoyed being a bottom to the point where I was 17 and had my first dick and anal sex and I loved it and loved the idea of being submissive and bent over for a man or a woman and let them control and fuck me and since that I've been into all that

    So I have a step sister and she's older than me and since she was young she'd travel to many countries and essentially decided to stay abroad and come every couple of years for a quick visit

    so lately my dad passed away and since I'm alone at home I started to get in touch with my girl side more and buy clothes and panties and dresses and bras and basically became a sissy femboy

    she couldn't come and visit lately because of her work but she calls me all the time but lately I've been thinking of coming out to her and letting her know everything because I feel that she'd accept me but at the same time scared of her reaction even though I never saw anything to say she's homophobic but I just don't know how will she'd react

    The Forbidden Roommate Hookup

    After college I got certified with a shipping industry software company. My first solo outing to a customer brought me together with a client IT Manager. He invited me to dinner and following dinner to a bar. At the bar he was friendly and kept putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to him. I was uncomfortable but I was also not willing to make an issue of it. After a while, getting on midnight he suggested another bar. Men were dancing together, near the restroom a man was kissing a young guy, at the table next to hours two young men were holding hands on the table as they talked. When he asked me if I wanted to dance I was lost as to what to do.

    I had never danced with a man, there were two other couples on the floor, he held me tight, leading and I had to dance like a woman. When he kissed my cheek I pulled my face away, he pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. Twice. He whispered that we were going home.

    His townhouse was nice, furnished. He offered me a drink which I declined. I wanted to say I wanted to go back to my hotel but I couldn't. In his room he took my shirt off, grabbing my cock in my pants. Several more kisses, his lips were so hot. After taking his shirt off he helped me get out of my pants and shorts, he held my baked cock in his hand, sitting on the bed he sucked me into an erection. My head told me to leave, my feelings told me to stay.

    On the bed naked I touched, held, sucked his cock. I lie to myself, I was being made love to, he was giving me oral but he was demanding oral and mouth fucking my mouth and face. From his drawer in his nightstand he took out a condom and a lube and he slid his finger in my ass, rubbing lube all over my ass. On my back he slipped the condom on and pushed my legs up and put his hard cock against my ass and putting his weight on me his cock slid into my ass and he fucked me.

    I lay in the bed as he got off me taking his condom off laying beside me. I lay beside him, I was the woman. I tried to tell him I wanted to go back to my hotel but nothing came out of my mouth. I slept with him.

    I never wanted to be gay, I never wanted to be the girl. I always thought I was a man. I'm not, I'm a gay bottom boy, I'm the girl, I was the dishes and the clothes, I do the grocery shopping and take his shirts to the laundry. I am not the man, I'm the woman, he gets on me, he doesn't use a condom any more and I lube myself up before laying down on the bed for him.

  • Confession Of A Reluctant Bottom Boy

    After college I got certified with a shipping industry software company. My first solo outing to a customer brought me together with a client IT Manager. He invited me to dinner and following dinner to a bar. At the bar he was friendly and kept putting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to him. I was uncomfortable but I was also not willing to make an issue of it. After a while, getting on midnight he suggested another bar. Men were dancing together, near the restroom a man was kissing a young guy, at the table next to hours two young men were holding hands on the table as they talked. When he asked me if I wanted to dance I was lost as to what to do.

    I had never danced with a man, there were two other couples on the floor, he held me tight, leading and I had to dance like a woman. When he kissed my cheek I pulled my face away, he pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. Twice. He whispered that we were going home.

    His townhouse was nice, furnished. He offered me a drink which I declined. I wanted to say I wanted to go back to my hotel but I couldn't. In his room he took my shirt off, grabbing my cock in my pants. Several more kisses, his lips were so hot. After taking his shirt off he helped me get out of my pants and shorts, he held my baked cock in his hand, sitting on the bed he sucked me into an erection. My head told me to leave, my feelings told me to stay.

    On the bed naked I touched, held, sucked his cock. I lie to myself, I was being made love to, he was giving me oral but he was demanding oral and mouth fucking my mouth and face. From his drawer in his nightstand he took out a condom and a lube and he slid his finger in my ass, rubbing lube all over my ass. On my back he slipped the condom on and pushed my legs up and put his hard cock against my ass and putting his weight on me his cock slid into my ass and he fucked me.

    I lay in the bed as he got off me taking his condom off laying beside me. I lay beside him, I was the woman. I tried to tell him I wanted to go back to my hotel but nothing came out of my mouth. I slept with him.

    I never wanted to be gay, I never wanted to be the girl. I always thought I was a man. I'm not, I'm a gay bottom boy, I'm the girl, I was the dishes and the clothes, I do the grocery shopping and take his shirts to the laundry. I am not the man, I'm the woman, he gets on me, he doesn't use a condom any more and I lube myself up before laying down on the bed for him.

    My mom has been in denial of my orientation since I was 17 and came to my own realization the I was gay.
    When I would try to talk to her she would side track the conversation.
    When she caught me giving a boyfriend a blowjob in my bedroom she said...
    "It's just an experimental faze"
    WTF??
    Last weekend my partner, Jim and I made a video of us having sex.
    It was short and nowhere near "porno"
    quality but we made sure you could see our faces and what we were doing.
    A few days later I arrived at my moms house for dinner. It was pleasant and afterward we sat on the couch watching the news. I slid over closer to her and took out my phone and casted the sex video right to her flatscreen.
    At first my mother was mystified when my face and naked chest suddenly appeared on screen. I had queued the video to the last 5 minutes beforehand.
    I pressed play.
    The camera angle caught my upper torso and head as I laid on my back. My body rocked with each of Jim's thrusts. I called Jim's name and begged him faster and let out an exaggerated moan for full effect.
    My mom's face was frozen.
    The camera turned 180 to show Jim on top of me, smiling and pumping away.
    "Fuck you're so tight!!"
    Mom tried to get up but I reached across her lap and restrained her. She put her hands over her face but I rested an arm over her shoulder and slid them down. She opened her eyes wanting to turn away but was transfixed on the screen as if
    watching a slow moving train wreck.
    The camera shifted to show my cock flopping up and down as Jim quickened his pace and his condom-less erection driving into my boi pussy. He was on the verge!
    The slapping of lubrication between
    his cock and my asshole resonated from the speakers. Jim clinched his teeth...
    "You ready for my cum?? Huh??. You want it?"
    With three hard thrusts Jim cryed out as his orgasm hit and unloaded his semen into my rectum.
    Jim grabbed the camera out of my hands and brought my red asshole into frame. Just as he penetrated my anus with a finger I pushed and his cum dripped out and onto the bedsheet.
    My mother cried.
    She could no longer deny it.

  • Last year when I was seventeen my parents were killed in a car accident. My grandparents are ill and on Social Security and could not afford to take me in. My best friend talked her parents into giving me a home. At her home I could have the den converted into a room or share a room with her. We became roommates, bedmates. In her bed she held the blankets up for me, and held me too her and I cried, the first cry since my parents died.

    Being hugged by her, held by her, kissed by her, loved by her, gave me the strength to go on. At one point I rolled onto my back and took her into my arms to be loved by her, I held her to me and told her I loved her. The trauma was real, my feelings for her are real, I am in love with her. So maybe if my parents hadn't been killed I would not be lesbian, in love with a woman, maybe. But the truth is that night she held me and she kissed me and I cried I knew that her embrace was for me.

    I do not have any desire to be with a man, none. Might as well ask me to kiss a frog. All I see are her lips, her face, her love. Yes when she hugs me and I hug her magic runs through me, I have desire, I want to be touched, felt up, feel her fingers in me, feel her lips on me, and I want to kiss her down there.