Forced Crossdressing: A Collection of Forced Crossdressing Stories

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I waved my mom goodbye. The journey took us about ninety minutes, and arrived in Park Close, a cul-de-sac, with six bungalows there. It was a tranquil area, and in the countryside. I liked the closed in hedges of the lanes, we drove down, were beyond the hedges, laid open fields of grass and crops. 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? 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. Magic & Science Fiction - Stories in which the change or setting is a magical, SF related or use actual not possible devices. Well we sat down to a meal and my aunt slept over that night, so we made an early start in the morning.

I saw her take a deep breath and ask “Sometime would you help my young daughter to buy some proper teenage clothes, dresses and so on?” 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.

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Then to my horror, my aunt’s voice at the door, saying, ” if you like it so much, why not put it 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. My cousins ran a hot bath for me, and while waiting, unknowing to me, mom and my sister, bid a farewell to aunt and thanked her for such a lovely day.

Angela also worked in town at a busy store and they both used to catch the bus to and from work Monday to Friday and sometimes Saturday for Angela.After being pissed at my buddy for the next hour or so for telling her, I told him he might as well tell her I’d be willing to try it again, but I wanted to completely dress not just wear a bra in front of her for a minute. I figured that would deter her. Well, I was wrong. She gladly accepted and the next weekend I was there in her room for my first real crossdressing moment. I went from calm and cool to nervous as all hell when I realized she was REALLY into it. Make-up was out. Clothes on the bed. And many of her bras lying out for me. I literally stopped at the door of her room. My buddy laughed, pushed me in, and said he’d be watching TV. He only wanted to see “the final product”.

Your testicles and penis were both severed, I had to place you in a girlsuit from Bodysuits "R" Us To help heal your injuries."

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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.

He tried to lift the dress over his head but the zip was in such a place that he couldn't even lift even the lower part of the dress. I walked in the door to meet a very excited wife. Her normal hug and kiss was replaced by an exceedingly more passionate version. This was going to be a great night. My wife's anxiety was palpable. I woke up late the next morning since it took me quite a while to fall asleep. Sara was already up and out of the room. My arms were sore from being pinned behind me and my wrist ached from the tightness of the zip tie. It didn't help that I had struggled against the bonds for an hour before falling asleep. No doubt I was using muscles that I don't normally use having a corporate job for most of my life. My jaw was sore from the ball gag in my mouth, but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment. I began to struggle against my restraints again since I was alone and this seemed like my best chance to free myself.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. What? I am not wasting gas money to go on a thirty minute drive to Wal-Mart just to get you clothes. You can always wear my clothes without a problem. We will figure something out soon" Aunt Emily told me. Then after brushing his long shabby hair, made it look extremely feminine and placed clips and a huge pink bow at the base of a ponytail. Honey, you've had a concussion as well as severe laceration of your groin. Do you need anything for pain?"