All fiction, just based off a dream I had. Everyone is legal adults.
My mother, Enola, which means Solitude, is full native Pueblo Indian from New Mexico and my dad, Kyan, no clue what it means, is Asian from Thailand. How they met is a strange story.
He got a scholarship to Colorado University because he was a good soccer player and was found and recruited because he could kick 50 plus yard field goals.
Mom played soccer all her childhood and teen years on the reservation and got a scholarship to play soccer there because a recruiter was watching another player from an opposing team during the State playoffs.
My dad like most Asians, is 5'7"" and has a lean athletic build and my mom is 5'2" and also has a firm lean body.
I am 5'7" and have a very smooth, lean trim body.
They met by pure accident, and I mean accident when his scooter had a flat tire and he skidded into her car. Destiny prevailed and they ended up married and had me, Dakota, it means Friendly Companion. (turned out to be prophetic)
They did well in life, mom started a typing service and dad doing construction work as a supervisor so I had a good upbringing and was a little spoiled being an only child.
Time flew and I just graduated from High school with no clue what I wanted to do in life. Since i was 18, dad got me on with the construction company he worked for and after 6 months of training I liked the job. It was different and interesting learning construction techniques.
His company was expanding into Arizonia where they had a few major construction jobs going on, so he was staying out of town a good bit. One evening when he was home, he asked. "Would you be interested in going back with me and get in on the ground floor of the new construction site?"
I said, "Sure, I would love to, if mom don't mind."
Mom laughed and said, "Go ahead, it will do you good to see the outside world."
Two weeks went by before dad and I went to Sedona where the project was being built. Dad explained that we would be living in a motel that had small kitchenettes in the rooms. Kind of like a small apartment. We had our own rooms so I would have some freedom to come and go after work hours. There were a lot of places within walking distance, including downtown, a major shopping mall and a Grocery Plaza with all types of stores.
Things were going pretty well and I was making a lot of money. I learned dad drank when he was away from home and the little bar, he drank at was part of the motel. I would have a drink with him once in a while but had found a club I liked going to drinking with a diverse crowd more my age.
One night walking back to my room, as I passed his room, I noticed his curtain had a small gap in it and the TV was on. I was about to knock when through the gap, I saw him getting his cock sucked by another man. I froze.
"What the fuck? Dad is bi-sexual?" I hurried on past his room, showered and went to sleep.
I wasn't about to let dad know I saw him with another guy and made sure I paid more attention to his room in the evenings.
Three nights later, coming back for the bar, I noticed a small gap in his curtain and the TV on so I stood to the side and looked through the gap. The same guy was there and Dad was fucking him this time.
I could see his thick long cock sliding all the way out of his ass the pounding it back in. I could hear the other guy grunting in pleasure and even heard, "Fuck me hard Kyan. Damn it feels good. Fuck me with that big cock."
"Well, I sure didn't take after my dad when it came to cock size," was my first thought. "My second thought was, damn that's a turn on."
I have a small cock. It is 3.5" long and thin. I got picked on once at PE in the shower for my small cock and dropped PE and took Industrial Arts and Drafting instead.
I watched until my dad's back arched and I heard him grunting, I knew he was shooting his load up the guy's ass, and I backed away and went to my room, showered, and jacked off.
This same scene repeated itself three nights later and this time I got there just in time to see the other guy walk in and through the curtain gap I watched him undress; to my surprise he had on some panties and a bra.
I stayed long enough to watch them hugging and kissing while my father rubbed the other guy's cock and ass with the panties on. I ran to my room and jacked off.
"Why does this turn me on so much?" I wondered. "Those panties and bra looked good on him."
I turned my computer on and looked up cross dressing, I loved looking at those pictures and it had me thinking.
I tossed and turned all night and barely got any sleep. At work, all I could think of was how hot that guy looked in panties and a bra.
The following day, Dad informed me he was going home for two weeks back to the home office and I was being moved to the drafting room. Since I knew how to draft and they had an opening.
One of the guys went home for a week and the other quit. It was my opening to get that position. He showed me the drawings that were marked up and needed redrafted and wished me luck.
I did nothing all day but take my phone and google cross dressing. I was going to do it. Since I barely had any body hair and my complexion was smooth and dark skinned, Indian, and Asian blood, and my eyes were a little slanted, I thought I could pass without problems. I made a list of the things I needed to buy to pull this off.
That night, Friday, I took my measurements, researched sizes, and ordered pickup from a famous lingerie store, two sexy lingerie outfits made of silk, some leggings and a popular selling light brown colored wig that was shoulder length. I ordered me some bra padding D cups online from a local clothing shop nearby for pickup that were supposed to look like the real thing, it even had nipples that protruded some.
Saturday, I went to a thrift store and found a couple of nice sexy dresses and got more than one strange look. But, fuck it, it had to be done and no one knows me here.
I went and got my hair cut very short and bought some body hair wax removal.
I had a hard on all day picking up orders and buying stuff so as soon as I got back to my room I jacked off.
I showered, shaved all of my cock area, waxed my legs, trimmed my toenails, and painted them with some of the red polish I got and then I remembered, I forgot to buy shoes. Fuck, will have to go out again, I also forgot to get make up. Shit I was a nervous wreck. I found shoes online at a shoe store near me and had them held for pickup. I stayed away from heels since I was new at this. But I had future plans if I pulled this off.
I pulled on a pair of jogging pants and a light shirt and took off to the shoe store, grabbed my shoes then I walked next door to the beauty shop and bought a total make up kit.
I couldn't quit shaking, I was really going to do this?
For two hours I sat in silk panties with my D cup padded bra on and applied makeup. I also learned how to use the D cup padding to make it look real. Thank God for internet. "Damn these panties feel good against my skin."
I had a lot of learning to do to pull this off, how to use makeup and how to put the wig on so it looked real and not fall off. I even painted my fingernails red. I sat there just looking at myself in the mirror and kept thinking about what I was doing. I had to admit, I didn't look bad and could easily pass for a female in a dark environment.
I have no facial hair so that was a bonus and the makeup and my eyes made my face look female.
It was now 10 pm and I finally decided to try on a dress, put on a pair of shoes and go downtown to the local bar that I drank in at times. I knew the crowd there had gays drinking there also. Looking in the mirror again before I left, I was pleased at how I looked.
I stopped at the door and watched people go in and out before I got brave enough to walk in. I went to the bar and while waiting to be served a guy moved up to me and said, "Let me buy your drink."
"Thanks, I said softly,"
