Daddys Little Slut

I have been living with my dad for the last year after my mum who is Indian, found out that I was doing lots of drugs, and that I was bi and also a cross dresser. We never talked about it as for me, the cross dressing was on and off and usually when i was high. When i turned 25, I tried meth, and for the last two years, I came to realise I was a sissy faggot, and a horny trans bimbo. After a year of living back with mum, and dressing all the time, getting spun, buying more and more kinky slutty clothes and make up, perfecting my make up techniques, getting my fake breast plate and tits, I became so comfortable and confident in my looks as a trans, I started camming and an only fans account. My mum suspected that I was upto no good, and i needed more space to cam and make vids.

My dad cheated on my mum a lot but he left when i was 3 because my mum had changed after I was born, and my dad still wanted to party and have fun in his life. My mum got fed up and they broke up. I saw him growing up maybe a few times a year, and in my teens, he was cool with me bringing my mates over to smoke weed etc, and didnt really give a shit about the things mum did, so when I told him I wanted to have fun and get away from mum, he was more than happy for me to move in.

He would be away a lot weeks at a time, so I had the place to myself and I started to take advantage of that, and was spending more and more time in tranny girl mode and often i would have other hot fetish trannies come stay and we would get high and be very kinky bitches together, camming together or making vids of us girls sucking and fucking. I also started having a few guys come over and i set up a gloryhole service. The times my dad was back at home, I started noticing, that he was smooth, tattooed extremely good looking, and hung, and that he had a bike and lots of fetishwear too and when I saw him in his leathers a few times, and heard him fucking hot girls in his room occasionally, I became more and more turned on by the thought of him catching me dressed, but was slowly working on a way and plan to try and make it happen. I came close twice, but chickened out and soon the idea was replaced by another pervy fantasy.