I used to think I was a boy, but I knew that I was very feminine. I related better to the girls, but went through puberty attracted to women.My first sexual experience was both traumatic and wonderful. There was my crush, my sister's friend, in a beautiful nightgown. I didn't have   to put my hand down my pants to avoid embarassment. I should have known.

She asked me to sit by her, which I gladly did. My penis rose , but I slipped it into a fold in my jeans, even though it was fll-on hard. She began posing seductively, watching my crotch. My sisted emerged from the closet, and locked the bedroom foor, pulling down the     shades..

"He's as hard as he;s going to get. Make him pull his pants down."

My sister's beautiful German friend laughed. In horror, I watched as time seemingly froze as she in a shockingly swift movement pulled down both my pants and boxers. She burst into laughter. She then thrust her feet into my face. I was taken aback. "What's the          matter? Don't you think my feet are pretty?" she asked, sounding insulted. I assured her tthought that her feet were pretty. I had honestly never thought about it before.She asked me to kiss them. Slowly at first, I did so. At first, the smell was repugnant. As she began shoving the toes of her right foot in my mouth, she took what I had until this point thought of as my "manhood" between two of the toes of her other foot. She than siad, "I name this pathetic appendage the Lesbian Foot Fetish Tiny Toe Tickler. She and my sister, who I     then noticed was not only watching but taking pictures, then laughed hysterically as her   friend forever squished my illusions of manhood between her besutiful toes.

The owner of the foot which was proceeding to deflower my toe Tickler hit my sister with a pillow. "You tricked me! You told me this was.. your brother!     Now I pull her pants down and see she doesn't have a dick!.You want me to sleep with    her? That thing is so tiny and pathetic! The only place I could put it and even feel it at all would be between my toes!".

She began rubbing my humiliatingly small penis between the two toes that were keeping my freshly-dubbed non-male genetalia, "The Lesbian Foot Fetish Tiny Toe Tickler" as erect as such a tiny deformity could be. She never stopped laughing. I wasn't sure if I was tickling her feet, or if it was how hilarious she found my tiny so-called "penis".

It then dawned on my that my sister was laughing just as hard. It had to be the latter.       Embarrassment and fear overtook me.I tried to pull away. She gripped me with her toes, wich was amazingly pleasurable. It hit me that if this kept on I would be nearing orgasm.

The laughter continued. She began making me say things. I had to admit that I had come in thinking that I was going to lose my virginity. I had to admit that I wanted her to               continue. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted to orgasm on her feet. I was sexually attracted to her feet.

Then as my balls inflated with an impending orgasm, she made me say increasingly humiliating things.

My dick was too small to count. I am a foot fetish lesbian. I am not a boy. I am a girl. I don't have a dick. My genetailia is a Lesbian Foot Fetish Tiny Toe Tickler. It can only sexually respond to women's feet. I will never get into a woman's pants. I will never get past a       woman's ankles. I will never hope to get anywhere but in her socks. The feelings welled  up inside. I was more humiliated than I had ever been. I was accepting that I am a girl with a foot fetish for other girls. My sister was picking out a dress for me. She pulled out socks and panties, my size. This was all planned. 

As I reached the point of no return, she made me give her permission to step on my         virginity, forever sealing my fate as a foot fetish lesbian. I did so, knowingly giving up my   last illusions of even being a boy. The realization that I was losing my virginity to my         sister's friend's unwashed toes hit me. My sister was getting makeup out and turning on the lights on her vanity..I was now her frend's … was getting a makeover.

I have never felt so much embarrassment. I was blushing. I was more than blushing. I felt the sensation all over my body, a full-body blush. Just then I orgasmed. It was the most inteanse feeling of both pleasure and humiliation I had ever felt, more amazing than any    orgasm I can describe.

The humiliation didn't stop. She caught my virgin seed on the sole of her foot. She held it out to me. "o you wan to lick it off"" she asked. I told her I did not. She laighed even      harder, She mocked me as she squished my babies, as she put it. She told me to kiss my days of cross-dressing goodbye. From now on I would be wearing girl clothes when we   went out. My manhood was forever squished. I had to accept that I am a foot fetish           lesbian. I need to start wear panties. All the time. I don't have a dick. I was made to          repeat these things many, may times. I occasionally became aroused by them. Then my  sister's toes quickly calmed it down as she made fun of me.I loved it

Socially, I was to be introduced as a lesbian, but I had to admit my foot fetish, much to the amusement of my prospective partners.