I would wear panties under my pants when going to school. When I was 12 in the 6th grade (I had been dressing at home for 4 years by then) I slipped into a cute black satin and lace garter-belt, tan stockings and black lace panties and pulled up my boy pants and went to school. Sitting at my desk as the teacher walked up and down the aisle as we took a test he stopped and looked down at me. I looked up and he smiled. As he walked away I looked down at my legs, the outline of the garter straps where showing from under my pants. When it was time for lunch and I was walking out of the room I hear Michael please come back and see me. My heart stopped being called to the teacher's desk thinking what I did. I stood at his desk next to his chair. He reached out and snapped my garter strap and looked up and said "what color is it" without hesitation I said black. He smiled and said have a good lunch. I went to the lunch room then to recess (Mostly I played with the girls on the swings and sat with them and talked). The teacher came over and asked me to walk with him. As we were walking across the field he asked if I wore girls things often. I confessed and told him all the time and I like to play with dolls. He said that it was alright and nothing to be ashamed about and I should be who I feel like being. I was so happy that another person approved.

When school got out (I always walked home as did most of the others). As I was walking down the street a car pulled up alongside of me. It was my teacher. He asked if I wanted a ride home and leaned over and opened the door. I got in and he drove away. Back then everyone in the neighborhood knew everyone else and where they lived, what the parents did for a living, etc. He started asking me questions about things I liked as a girl and what I wear and I openly told him. He asked if he could see what I was wearing under my pants. I looked over at him as he pulled into a dirt road that leads to the Hudson River. As he parked the car and my heart racing because someone wanted to see me as I want to be. I pulled down my pants and he said I looked so cute and just like a little girl. I smiled and he reached over and ran his hand up and down over top of my stockings and I must confess it felt great. As he got out of the car he told me to take my pants off as he opened the passenger's side door I was slipping off my pants. He held out his hand and I took it. I got out. He hugged me, again he told me it was okay to be who I really was and it was nothing to be ashamed about and he would protect me. I had my head against his chest and started crying. He tilted my head back and said not to cry it's okay. He bent down and kisses me I did not move. He put his hand on my shoulder and push down I did not fight and went to my knees. I looked up at him as he unzipped his pants. He said it's okay and for me to be the girl I am. He pressed his cock to my lips and I opened my mouth. Without hesitation I started sucking it like I have done it many times before not my first I felt like a real girl. He asked if it was my first time and I nodded my head yes. All of a sudden he gushed a load of cum in my mouth I did not know what to do. He held my head and told me to swallow and I did, He kept squirting over and over as I tried to swallow as told. Some dripped out but I swallowed most of it and I tasted great. That moment I knew I was a real girl inside. After he was done I looked up at him smiling and I smiled along with him. He said "good girl" and it was our secret not to tell anyone. I assured him I would not. When he dropped me off at the end of the block I lived on he told me I was his girl that made me so happy having a boyfriend.