Forced Crossdressing: A Collection of Forced Crossdressing Stories

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Dang it! I think the dryer is broke, too! I told your Uncle that we needed a new washer and dryer and he didn't even listen..." Aunt Emily ranted. He laughed as he stood in front of the mirror and then preceeded to select and play his sister's records. Once aunt left, I had the urge to peek into her boudoir, and there on the bed, was a lovely shade of pink, nightdress. Oh gosh, as I stared at it, but dared not touch it, in case aunt had placed it, in a certain way. Weakness of a man overcame me, and I found myself holding it up in front of me, then dropping the towel, to the carpet, and stood in front of the mirror, and with a rampant erection, as I had not mastur-bated for about five days. Oh gosh, as I was now mesmerized, then it touched the top of my pe-nis. Oh no, as I hoped my precum had not stained it. After a great meal and sex we laid in bed together where I secretly wondered what surprise my wife had in store.

Now sweetie, into my bedroom, the girls have prepared everything for you. I had to lie on a beach towel, while aunt liberally shook talcum powder all over me. Then baby cream under my arms and down there, as she watched my reaction and so did Miranda and Helen. College - Stories in which the main character is in the age of a college student or a college setting. She smiled as I squirmed on the table. The cuffs held me down on the table so tightly that I could only muster a slight wiggle. With no leverage still, there just wasn't anything I could do to stop whatever was about to happen. She began pulling more items out of the box and setting them on the table. I watched as each item came out. They consisted of a 3 inch roll of duct tape, a 2 inch roll of duct tape, rope, electrical tape, a maxi pad, a bikini, a push-up bra, and 2 rather large balloons filled with water. This seemed bad whatever it was. Come on... You are already crossdressing. You might as well just try on a dress as well. It's something you don't do everyday. Come on, it'll be our little secret" begged Aunt Emily. Everything was going great until my senior year when all hell broke loose. As usual, I'd dressed in my Peter Pan play costume, I was Peter Pan. I enjoyed wearing the green tights, tunic and elf slippers as this was one of the very few boy's costume that looked like a girl's costume. In fact, many thought that I was playing Tinkerbelle, but Cindy Lou Barrett was and Reg was Captain Hook.One day, I just snapped one of them. I was so angry and upset that they had been forcing me to do this, and I just couldn't take it anymore. After snapping I decided to run away from them. I went to the park, but they found me there. They chased me through the park and got very close to catching me, but I disappeared into the bushes.

Your testicles and penis were both severed, I had to place you in a girlsuit from Bodysuits "R" Us To help heal your injuries." It's been decided that you will pay for a new dress " his mother announced. "And that's going to be difficult as you don't earn any money isn't it? " But there’s still a long way to go, which is why we’re grateful for each new trans narrative that enters the canon — particularly in the form of fiction, an obviously massive category in which trans authors have long been excluded from the mainstream. Charming yet incisive YA like Kacen Callender’s Felix Ever After and Aiden Thomas’s Cemetery Boys are setting trends and redefining expectations for YA readers and writers everywhere. Meanwhile literary novels like Binnie’s Nevada are a breath of fresh air in a convention-bound genre, shedding light on the trans experience while remaining accessible and entertaining to cis readers as well. Where can you read more stories by trans authors? After about an hour of drying up the floor, it still wasn't completely done. But, it was all we could've done for now. Aunt Emily then opened up the washer, and saw a bunch of water and clothes.I arrived home, from work, on the Bank Holiday weekend, of Easter. The following week, I was taking days off that were owing to me, so the forecasts were good, and I was happy. As I entered the house, I heard chatter, and recognized my mom and aunt Marilyn’s voice. Just then, we heard a loud noise from the bathroom and then the sound of water. We both immediately rushed to the bathroom to see what was happening. The very first thing that I noticed was that water was going all over the floor, and leaking from the top of the washer. It all started when my friend found out I was secretly crossdressing. They said they would tell everyone unless I did what they wanted, They literally forced me to crossdress. So, every day after school, I would have to put on their clothes and do as they said. I felt so humiliated and trapped. Every day I tried to get out of it, but they would always find me. After about a month and a half, I was tired of it, so I did something that got me in more trouble than ever.

After an hour or so, he decided he'd had enough. He turned off the record player, put the records away and reached round to unzip the dress. No... I'm not going to play dress up.." I rejected the offer. Although it would be interesting to wear a dress, I didn't want Aunt Emily to see me as someone who liked to wear her clothes. After that, she might tell everyone and I would be extremely embarrassed. The two women left the room to Sam's room to empty his wardrobe of all male clothes and replace them with a few skirts and dresses.Feeling very mischievous, he wondered what it was like to wear such a garment. Without hesitation he laughed to himself as he took it off the hanger, unzipped the dress and stepped into it. Carefully he pulled his arms into the sleeves but his shirt made it very difficult. He removed his shirt making it easier for his arms to go through the sleeves. Then he reached round and zipped up the dress as far as he could. It was about 3 inches away from fully zipped and he noticed the pull that the dress had around his waist and chest. No, I am not, he can learn a lesson from this, if it is okay with you, Janet, mom said to her sister. The washer broke and filled up with water!" yelled Aunt Emily, stepping through the soaked floor to get ALL of the towels.