I was trying to make a phone call, please aunt, stop it ; I shouted. I couldn’t even stand properly and constantly jumped to reduce the pain. Aunt gave me another three more hard fast hits, again. This rule extends into all posts, comments, and links, not just photos. In the interest of potential minors viewing, we err on the side of caution and will remove any content that we feel pushes the limits of our rules. In the morning, hunger woke me up. I got freshened up, and wore one of my t-shirts and shorts, of course without the new fashion clothes. Not again; I said by looking at them. After a while, I heard aunt’s footsteps.

I am so happy for Miss Amanda. I so want it to happen to me! To become a sweet, pretty girl for a nice, gentle man is a desire of mine. No, IS a desire of mine! I want to wear pretty panties for him, do my makeup, slip into a pretty dress, and become everything a man wants, happily. And, if I can really please him, to hear those sweet words, “Please be my wife!”. I would simply worship him, forever! He would always be “Daddy” to me. I want to become his housemate, yes, his bedmate!. He could claim all of my love! I would make him the most satisfied man in the world! I promise!It’s your mother, that stupid bitch complained against me, me, her sister, her own only sister, she will never see you again, never ever; aunt sounded insane.

Andy produced a variety of support garments, silicone hip pads, silicone breasts etc and carefully explained how they were all used. But that doesn’t change anything, no one said boys can’t wear bra, now wear this; she came forward and tried to remove my new silky undershirt.Aunt, please, I can’t take it anymore , it’s too much; I cried. And she stopped, I don’t know why, but she stopped anyway. Well, if you read my previous comments, you could see that, I planned a much darker different ending, but later changed to a much friendly approach. As far as the ‘SRS’ part, a big NO-NO! Never was! Never is! And never will!! Because, once you crossed that line, there is no such thing as crossdressing happening anymore. Boys, I think he’ s got something; I heard someone talking. The barking was louder, and it came right beside from me.

I loved it when he kissed me. It opened up a new world for me. Not only was I dressed as a girl, but now I was loved by a sweet little boy. Oh, what I could do for him! Mmmmmmm . . . . . . It took me a while to collect all the matching colours, so here, take it; she handed it to me. Slowly, I opened it. They were nail polish, twelve of them, and of course in different shades. You will paint your nails every day with the matching colour, I mean the one matches your bra. Here is the remover, it will help you to clean them easily; she said, and handed me another bottle. Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Again, I tried, but my legs couldn’t support me. No need for that, do it now; she shouted. But still, I didn’t. Removing the shorts in front of her was embarrassing, and I didn’t want to humiliate myself.

One day when my parents were out, I went into my Moms pantyhose drawer and pulled out a pair of tan pantyhose. Mmm they felt as soft as I had hoped. By now I was shaking like a leaf, as I rolled them up and then teased them over my toes. Slowly unrolling them and pulling them up my legs.