One day, we got an invitation for a wedding program from a distant relative. Me and my sister were just too persistent not to go, so just my parents were going to the wedding. They would be gone for 3 days as the wedding was happening in another city quite far from where we lived. I was already planning to have some beers and chill with my friends after my parents would be gone. The wedding dates arrived and my parents left. I liked wearing my Aunt Emily's clothes... What did that mean? Was I Transgender? I thought about it for about an hour, but then stopped. I decided that I would just wait for my clothes to be done and then the feeling would go away. Aunt Emily then walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

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Well if it is okay with you and the girls, I shall come for him on Sunday next, and mom pulled out cash from her purse and handed it to her sister. 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.Taking a different way, my cousins asked if they could go through the park, to show me where they hung-out, when younger. So my aunt and mom, carried on, the way we had come, but my sister Debbie, my cousins Miranda and Helen, plus myself, walked through the kissing gate to the park. Why are all your blinds closed? What were you up to? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know” she said. Well, I am going to tell mom and dad that you have been going through my stuffs without my permission!” Jody scolded me.

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The meaning and definition of forced fem or feminization is when a dominant partner (either gender) forces a male into a submissive feminine role. This could then mean getting them to put on girl's clothes, maybe a sissy maid outfit, calling them by a female name, or assuming female mannerisms. The general fantasy of forced feminization is the feeling of forced submission, against the will of the submissive and being under the control of a dominant partner.I was paralyzed with the thought of it. My parents would surely beat the crap out of me and things would never be the same ever again. I begged Jody not to tell our parents and was at her mercy. Seeing me so scared; she had a change of heart. After a while, there they showed me a stream with an iron pipe across it, and told Debbie and myself, they used to dare other kids to cross on it, and then asked Debbie, do you wish to try? Okay, I won’t tell them but from now on you have to do as I say.” She said. “Fine, just don’t tell them. I will do anything Jody, please.” I said hopelessly. “You better get changed now. Mom’s going to be home soon.” Jody said with a smile, knowing that I was completely under her control. Nobody would know a thing! Some time passed, and I was still doing it. It was so exciting that I wanted to try to push the envelope, and do something more daring. So I waited for a good time when nobody else was home, and went into Jody’s closet. I dug through all the things on hangers, until I found one of her blouses that might fit me. She didn’t wear it too often (I didn’t think), so she wouldn’t notice it. And there was a red plaid skirt that she used to wear to school, but didn’t anymore.

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Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her.

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It all started innocently enough. I never meant to do it, it just sort of happened. I got home from school, when I was in the 10th grade. I put my bag down on my desk, and noticed that mom had left the laundry basket on my bed. This was her signal that I was supposed to put the clothes away in my drawers, and bring down any dirty clothes I had. So I put everything away, except when I came to the underwear, there was a problem. Mom had accidentally left one of Jody’s panties in my pile. Jody is my elder sister who is just 2 years older than me. I held her panty in my hands, feeling the silky material. I was a typical 10th grade boy, so as you can imagine, my mind raced at the thought that I was holding panties in my hand. I've never actually tried any BDSM or other kinky stuff. I have some really enjoyable fantasies about it (mainly involving spanking), but they are just that: fantasies. My various self-doubts and neuroses about being a T-girl will probably prevent them ever becoming any more than that. I'm not a psychiatrist or anything, but I kinda suspect that my fantasies (and, going by the number of 'forced fem' groups, those of many others in the community) come from the idea that being 'forced' to dress or being otherwise controlled can free you from the inner conflicts about being a male who wants to be, or likes to dress as, a female. That way it allows the opportunity to enjoy the pleasure and comfort that come with dressing (sexual or otherwise) without the guilt. The ties that bind the body liberate the soul. Anyway, I'm just a silly lil' airhead, so whatta I know.

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Well, these clothes aren't going to dry anytime soon. Even if the dryer worked, your clothes would take a day to dry. With everything soaked, I wouldn't be surprised if your clothes started to get moldy" Aunt Emily gave me the news. And she continues to seek out marginalized trans communities around the world. Her next book on the subject, Transcendents: Spirit Mediums in Burma and Thailand, comes out this fall. I pleaded with mom, but aunt intervened, it’s alright Graham, take off all, but you can leave your pants on. 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.No, I am not, he can learn a lesson from this, if it is okay with you, Janet, mom said to her sister. What most people don't understand is that rape in prison isn't like it is on the outside. It's not random or chaotic. It's planned and methodical. It's business. The gangs trade amongst themselves to determine who is going to be with whom. And other inmates didn't dare touch me without clearing it first with my owner. The washer broke and filled up with water!" yelled Aunt Emily, stepping through the soaked floor to get ALL of the towels. My eyes fluttered open as I heard the sink pouring out water in the kitchen. I looked down to the clothes I was wearing and I was still wearing Aunt Emily's clothes. I realized that my clothes were probably done washing, so I got up and walked into the kitchen. Oh please aunt, I now knew, I would become aroused, and in front of all. I am so sorry aunt, but it’s so nice you are applying the cream, as aunt smiled and understood, by nodding an approval.