The washer broke and filled up with water!" yelled Aunt Emily, stepping through the soaked floor to get ALL of the towels. Hours passed and I was like well I can’t hide forever, ugh!! I went downstairs my mom and sister were there and it was just about dinner time. Dinner came and went with just the usual family chitchat. One more day passed. After my bath, I came out and took my new purple briefs and wore it. When I searched for my undershirts, I couldn’t find them anywhere. Thus, after wearing one of my shorts, I went downstairs and asked aunt about them. 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.

Open your stupid mouth; aunt said again. Slowly, I opened my mouth and she stuffed her handkerchief into it. N o one’s going to hear you, but I don’t want to make any chances; she said.Oh my, d o something about the chains; the second voice said, and I heard the footsteps coming closer. I push Samantha to go and he leaves immediately. Now, I had to face Bob and explain everything to him. I was never so embarrassed in my life. Bob had calmed down a bit. Then, I sit down on the chair and with a deep breath, I start explaining everything to Bob about me being a crossdresser and what I had planned to do this evening. Bob then comes a bit closer. About the big issue is, aunt didn’t left him any choice. The windows and doors are well sealed and secured so that, even if he want, he can’t escape. Well, he tried, you know that. Can I look? She sensed something and asked me. I nodded my head, and turned aside. She pulled up my skirt and gasped. I got everything together, making sure I had what I needed, including a spare pair of hose (always have a spare, I hate runs), my makeup, lube, and the rest of the outfit that I couldn’t easily wear under my man clothes. With that all done, all I had to do was wait…for two more days! That’s like two MONTHS for my level of excitement and anticipation. I wasn’t simply planning on dressing up and prancing around an empty house at night…I wasn’t planning on being the only one to enjoy what I would be wearing!

What about yesterday? The day before that? And the day before it? Are you wearing it? She was on fire. The dress that my mom wore the night before was lying on the bed. It immediately caught my eyes. It was a burgundy bodycon dress with a cut on the front side. I also found her bra, pantyhose and heels lying in one corner of the room. It was already making me tingle with excitement just thinking about putting them on . I really didn’t want to but I did my best. I couldn’t even look him in the eye as I told him “I’m not gay, I don’t want to be a woman, It’s not a kinky thing – it’s just always made me happy. It feels good. It’s fun. I don’t know why. I also don’t know why it’s so “bad” and people hate it” Now, first things first, when you pee, sit and pee, like us, the ladies do, it’s so simple, pull down your panty, sit, then pee, now show me; she insisted. 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.Andy produced a variety of support garments, silicone hip pads, silicone breasts etc and carefully explained how they were all used.

In morning, when I woke up, mom was already gone, and aunt was getting ready for the office. I waited for her in the living room, doing nothing. Come here; after a while, she called me. When I did, she came closer, and took my measurements with a tape. Breakfast is on the table, I’m going; she said, and went away. Yes, Psychopath & Painful. I agree to you on both. That’s why the story has a ‘Violence and Explicit Content’ tag to it. Besides, it’s a forced feminization story, why would you expect him to enjoy it? Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Again, I tried, but my legs couldn’t support me. Since childhood, I was always fascinated by women’s clothing. I used to secretly put on my step mother’s dress s and liked feeling pretty and girly. I tried to stop those urges but it only grew bigger.That silence will get you more; while handcuffing me to the window, she said. I wasn’t expecting it, the cuffs looked brand new, and I looked at her puzzled. Don’t get surprised, you deserve it; she said, and took the cane. That won’t happen dear , I will buy you something suitable, like a skirt or dress, but not today, you coming or not? She asked.

Did you find it? It’s been a while since you left; aunt came to the room, searching for me. I was still holding it in front of me, trying to figure out the fashion world it came from.After the episode was over, I decided to change the channel. I was still thinking about everything the show said... The training was already taking toll on me, and in between the taunts and punishments, I was really a good student. Moreover, I was indeed afraid of her, and the consequences of misbehaving. Thus, when I ran upstairs, I literally ran just like a girl, by swinging my hands and bums side by side. I didn’t have to wait long, and within no time, she came to my room with the cane. Transgender stories have not always been welcome in the mainstream; indeed, after decades of horrific discrimination, trans authors have shown remarkable resolve, continuing to fight ardently for their voices to be heard. Today, the tides are finally turning in a manner that’s long overdue, with authors like Imogen Binnie and Meredith Russo forging a more hopeful path for trans and cis writers and readers around the world. 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.