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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. Inside it, there were a set of beautiful diamond earrings. I became stunned, and scared about the upcoming permanent addition. I was still on the chair, right in front of the mirror. Stylist placed them before me and marked my lobes. I was speechless, and couldn’t do anything, when she pierced them with a needle. I flinched & cringed, and soon my lobes were adorned with them. I really wish to slap on your face, but don’t want to ruin th ose tender cheeks , turn around; she shouted. Cover your mouth, no screaming; saying that, she swished the cane. After the dinner, aunt asked me to stay. I sat on the couch like a lady by keeping my hands over the thighs, and waited for my mom’s call. Mom used to call late, because of her work, and aunt does know about the time. Thus, just before the call happens, she asked me to stand and took the cane.
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. 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. Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs. But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door. Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs. Can I look? She sensed something and asked me. I nodded my head, and turned aside. She pulled up my skirt and gasped. You are not worthy to sleep under a roof, stay here; she said and placed the cane nearby, then walked towards the house.Well, I hope that clears all your doubt. Thanks for penning the detailed comment. I am glad you did. For me it started in my early teens. I discovered masturbation (wow what a joy!) and womens legs became of particular fascination to me. God they looked so smooth and sexy, how I longed to touch them, to see if they felt as soft as I imagined.
We go inside and sit on the chair. We start our conversation by telling each other a bit about ourselves. He tells me her feminine name is Samantha and he has been cross-dressing for the past 10 years. It was really exciting to have another crossdresser to talk with. I was really enjoying the moment and I had a lot in my mind about what to do next. But then, all of sudden, he comes really close to me and kiss my lips.
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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 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. I am sending you two pictures taken last year and I hope to hear from you or any other person that would like to talk about dressing or would like to meet and dress. Toni Shannon’s Transgender Accomplishment: The Next Step Slap! She slapped me on the same cheek, again. Third, you will wear them for sure, along with the bra, now go and wear them; she pointed to my room.
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A week flew by, and the same continued every day. My already lost hope faded, and I accepted my fate. During those times, the routine really caught me, and began doing things myself. Like, I myself walked towards the wall before beating and never resisted while tying. Even though, the need for kerchief was long gone, because I stopped crying, but aunt stuffed them anyway and I always opened my mouth for her. During rains, when not tied to the wall, my head found shelter inside in the alcove, and the rest couldn’t afford it. I wept when the ashes of my once proud clothes, washed away, and it felt like something carving out from me. Slowly, my pretty white dress lost its glory. Some nights, the cold was too much, thus, I pleaded her for a blanket. We agreed on a time, and he wanted me waiting inside the house, where he would come fully dressed up as well. We would simply both enjoy the moment as pretty women. The next two days dragged on and on…
As time went by, I started to sneak into my step mother’s room more often. I tried on her outfits, her makeup and shoes. So, every time I was going to be alone in the house, I would simply dress up. I started to buy outfits, lingerie, hair wigs from online stores and kept everything hidden in my closet.
What? Did something happen? She asked me. I came to my senses, and there were nothing. She was just cleaning my bums. You can cry when it’s done; she said. Can you remove my earrings and buy be me some boy clothes in the morning? Slowly, with lots of fear, I asked her. One of the officers came forward, and greeted me. Hey there; he said. I tried to get up, but he stopped me. When I unwillingly removed my sandals, shorts and t-shirt, aunt pulled out something red from the shopping bag. It was a dress, a knee length flared chiffon red dress. I looked at it, and thought about our morning chat. Aunt is the one, who insisted that, I should wear the red undies today. And now I know why, because, she planned everything before. As I was helpless, the only option was to do as she says. Just like mom said; I thought. Thus, I obeyed her unquestionably, by removing my cami. Meanwhile, aunt already found the blue bra and was waiting for me. She asked me to take it, but I didn’t.
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