Crossdressing, gender transformation. Parental domination

All of my usual clothes had simply disappeared as if they had never existed. In their place were some girl’s clothes; skirts, some very feminine blouses, some colorful dresses, and a whole bunch of soft nylon underwear. Mom explained that since I had lost the meet (not our team but me; I personally had lost the meet), that I had to do my part in the fulfillment of the bet. She said all of that with a wide grin, adding that she now had a chance to see what it would have been like to have had a...

“Tell me that you are going to wear this brassiere. Ask me nicely for it, and sound like you mean it!” “Please. . . Mom. . . uh, can I wear it?” “Oh, no! I told you to tell me that you want to wear your lovely brassiere. Tell me that you want to put it on. Promise me that you won’t take it off, either. I want to hear some enthusiasm here.” I squeezed out the terrible words. It was eerie hearing my own voice begging to be allowed to wear the ghastly thing and promising to do so. Mother was only...

Doris’s opening gambit was strong. She took me to the Nifty Uniform Shoppe, an establishment operated by yet another of her countless relatives, where she supervised my fitting for an ensemble of mostly black silk, maid’s uniforms, white aprons and lace caps. We rode home on the streetcar with my new uniforms in boxes on my lap. This woman, who in my view was fast becoming the epitome of the “wicked stepmother,” announced she was fed-up with my refusal to do my household chores and that I...

As Emma was sitting with her thoughts and fears, Casey was wrestling with his own doubts and insecurities. It was a day to remember for sure. All that they’d bought seemed to be telling him that he should be a girl delighting in good fortune. It all seemed so simple. Ruth had been the one to open his eyes to different possibilities and all the characters he could be. Skating had seemed a way of sublimating those thoughts when she’d moved away. Was it the...

He looked in a large mirror and his hands immediately came up to cover his mouth in shock. His hands flashed long pink nails. His hair had soft waves and shone with a health gleam. The obvious thanks ere the straight bangs that had bench just above his eyebrows, eyebrows that were darker and had neat lines to the arch that had been created. The second thing was that there were blonde highlights in his hair... He wanted to scream, he wanted to protest, but as his mind raced at a hundred miles...

Along the way, Lynne discovers that he enjoys the feeling of skirts and his friend Frank enjoys it more. Their adventures include running the gauntlet at school amongst their peers and the school staff. They must go out in public, only adding to the thrill of it all. Lynne and Frank's mothers compare notes and notice that their respective sons seem to share some unusual personality traits, leading the mothers to open opportunities for the boys to explore their feelings. Come along and enjoy...

"That was exciting," Mrs. Screen said as they waited at a bus stop to take them home. "Did you enjoy it?"Jack shrugged; no one seemed to take the fact that he was going to transformed from a boy to a girl seriously! They all seemed to ignore that fact that he was the wrong gender and should not be wearing a dress! What was wrong with them all? Surely, they must all realize how humiliating it was for him? Jack just wanted to curl up in a ball and roll under a bush. He had had enough, he really...

Bruno said, "I'll ask you one time and only one time, little one, will you do as Miss Maria tells you to?" By now, Gene was sobbing out of control, drool running down his chin. He'd never cried like this ever (he'd never been spanked like this ever, either). He was humiliated and scared out of his mind and totally embarrassed in front of Maria. "Yes (sob), Yes... I (sob)... I'll do what (sob)... whatever she tells me," Gene promised. "You promise to do what and for whom?" Bruno asked. "I...

When I arrived, Nathan, Jack and Keith had already put on their dresses and were being made up to look like girls. the wedding gown that Renee's mother wore on her wedding day fit Nathan like a glove. Jack was in the pink bridesmaid dress Angie wore when her sister Amanda got married last summer; it fit him perfectly. Keith would wear the baby blue bridesmaid's gown Jolene's mother wore when her Aunt Dianne bot married last fall. It fit him to a "T".

I gulped. I was afraid. I knew this was not normal. My dad had warned me about "homosexuals" - who, he said, were boys who liked to wear girls' clothes and kiss boys. I felt shame and fear at the thought that I might become a homosexual - and yet I could not ignore or abandon my new, already beloved girlish self.I would do the deed, I decided. I must do the deed. In deepest, darkest secrecy, I would let myself be the girl of my blissful dreams - no longer a bored and...

Once Charley and I had finished that exchange, Fran had finished transforming Justin into Julie. He was in a floral print dress, brown stockings, white mid-heeled sandals and a long strawberry blond wig with heart-shaped earrings and a gold chain with a cubic zirconia pendant. "You're just gorgeous, girl!" Haley complimented. "Gorgeous enough to fool Missy and Tammy," Julie added. Just moments after Julie's transformation was done, Phoebe finished transforming Tim into Tiffany. He was in...

It was totally unfair, quite unsportsmanlike, and womanly! Only a woman would take fun in such a cat and mouse game of subtle cruelty. If ever I had been aware of my hand-me-down girls' clothes it wasn't until this moment when I was squarely placed between manly courage and all-too girlish actions. Could they really expect me, a Duke's son, to beg for permission to be trained a a dometic? 'Proper station' indeed! And did they actually intend to keep me here? "I shall not! I am not a girl, I am...

I don't really remember when it happened for the first time but it must have been around the time we were starting our exams. I was at home a fair bit to do some revision which I did assiduously, unlike most of my male colleagues. One morning, I heard someone speaking to me. A new voice called out "Michael" quite softly but firmly to gain my attention. It was repeated several times before I worked out where it came from. It was the ballet dancer poster on my wall. Suddenly...

Of course, when I took Max to Tanya's house the following day, he had absolutely no knowledge at all of how his life would change - nor did I. Would I have done it if I had realised? I honestly don't know, but what happened that Wednesday was that Max was subjected to one of those life changing incidents that have many unforeseen consequences but at the time seem innocent enough. So when Tanya opened the door to us, Max did not detect the warmth in Tanya's voice and the smile on...

For once I was at a loss for words. I stared at Lesley dumbly. Had I really just heard what she had asked me to do? I had to rewind her words in my head, replay her words to make sure I had heard correctly."I will keep you employment with us open and find you an alternative position, off cleaning and off storeroom. But there is something I want you to do for me. I have a nephew whose best friend has won four tickets to an exclusive party night at a top night club. His friend is taking his...