Forced Crossdressing: A Collection of Forced Crossdressing Stories

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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. But she said clean this up, and we'll discuss this later on. And then she departed. I cleaned up all the clothes and changed. Once I was done, she went into her room to change for her Dr. appointment, which is why she had come home early. She had told me this, but I had forgotten. She then left without saying a word. Once she was gone, I threw all my girl clothes in the trash where my mom would see them. I wanted her to know I got rid of them. Once puberty hit, crossdressing took on a whole new aspect. I started to realize that I wished I could dress in girl's clothes all the time and that I preferred the way girl's dresses fit my body and how they looked at me. I also began to feel trapped in the wrong body and that I should have been born a girl. These realizations were confusing and scary for me, and I wasn't sure what to do with them. Honey she said smiling you must let go so you can put your arms through the bra straps. As I let go expecting the breast to fall they just hung there pulling on my chest. Mom could tell what I was thinking as she spoke up. I then put on my wig, clipped on a pair of dangly earrings, and slipped into my Mary Jane heels, my legs looking hot as they maneuvered into the shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was exploding with feminine sensation throughout my body. I would so love to go out like this any time I wanted, day, night, to a mall, Wal-Mart, around town…but obviously, that’s not a reality.

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The rest of the week I would get up and talk to my mom as she did her makeup, I loved watching her. Then I would put on my make up very lightly so as nobody could see it but I felt batter knowing I had it on. On Friday night I went over to Mary’s house. Her parents were gone so we went up to her bedroom. Sam quietly went into the bathroom and after a few minutes he heard his sister coming up the stairs.

He gave me a key, and said I could do whatever I wanted while he was gone. I could ‘hang out’ or whatever. He knew I was studying for a certification, and mentioned it would be a nice, quiet place to get away. Immediately I formed a plan, seeing this as a golden opportunity unlike any other I’ve had in a very long time. I already knew what I wanted to wear, and I couldn’t wait until late at night when I could leave home, go to this empty house, change into my female persona, and enjoy some ‘me’ time. David, sweetheart can you come into my bedroom. I put my hair dryer down, put my robe on and went into her bedroom. Mom was standing by her vanity smiling at me. Borrowed one, silly boy. There's plenty lying around in her room. Just go grab one of those." She smiled again and James felt a nauseous feeling grow into his stomach.

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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. I gave her a big hug and kiss, Thank you mom for being so understanding. I wish I had told you sooner. Mom showed me how to take care of my skin and I went to bed and I was so happy. Mom had found out about my love of her makeup and she not only didn’t care but thought it was fine for me to put on makeup. Hello son, look who is here.” mom spoke, as I gazed at aunt Marilyn. I had always and still am, very fond of her, and fantasized about her, when in bed and in the shower. I know it is wrong, I told myself, but that was my secret.Many people are drawn by the appeal of forced feminization as it allows individuals to escape their traditional perceived masculine role which carries with the pressures of that lifestyle. Therefore, being forced to assume a submissive feminine role can be an emotional release and an enjoyable experience for both dominant and submissive partners. It was a Tuesday night when mom sat me down. Sweetheart we need to have a talk about Rachel. I got a scared feeling and wondered if mom had grown tired of my little hobby. As we chatted at the restaurant Gerry opened up to me about some fascinating and strange aspects of his life. During our conversation he asked how I had started crossdressing. I launched in to a long story that in retrospect probably wasn’t interesting to him at all because at one point when I stopped to reflect he said, “for me I started when I was about 10. Or more accurately my mother started me.” Mom and I went down stairs and she made us breakfast. Some fresh fruits and she gave me a bowl of her cereal and we sat there and talked.

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I was also able to dress as a girl on Clark County Schools Halloween Day when faculty and students got to wear costumes with a party for parents, students and faculty. And when the Drama Department would put on a play, the actors and actresses would wear their costume on the first day of the play, which is why I was in every one the schools put on. I had fun dressing in many costumes that no one would think of. Hi Tammy, do you have time to fit my daughter and I in for a pedicure and my daughter would also like a manicure I think she is old enough now to start taking care of her nails better. She smiled at me and looked at my hand. Mom smiled, oh my dear she said. I love you no matter what and I would never laugh at you or betray your trust in me besides I love pretty things why shouldn’t you. I told you that you can tell me anything and borrow anything of mine including my clothes and she gave me a big hug. I felt so much better and now I really wanted to see what I would look like all made up and wearing the dress. I fought them as best I could, but I got brained and cut several times before Reg and our parents crashed through the door before I passed out.

How Did I Get Interested In Crossdressing

One afternoon my friend, Bob called me and asked to house-sit while he went on vacation. The house was empty, save for a table and four very comfy chairs. It had been renovated and listed for sale, so it was all new, but empty. He asked if I could keep an eye on things, take calls from realtors if they called, and go make sure everything was okay. James covered himself. He was standing, sopping wet halfway in the door, naked except for his sandals in front of Megan's mother.