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It hurts the brain to just believe this is true. Forget the weird kid...what kind of a mother is she?
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Hi Susan,
I wanted to tell you my story. When I was about 13, I started putting on my sister’s dresses and skirts when no one was home. This went on for a couple years. I think I did it because I was too shy to even wear shorts outside, and I couldn’t figure out how girls wore the stuff they did and it didn’t bother them. Well, when I was 15 years old everyone went out and I was home alone, and I went and put on one of my sister’s skirts. It was black and was about three inches above my knee. My legs looked so white in contrast to the black. Usually I was always extra careful to put everything back before anyone got home. This time I was so lost in the contemplation of my legs that I lost track of time.
All of a sudden I heard the door opening, and my mom and sister were coming in. I hurried and took off the skirt and put my jeans back on. I barely made it before they walked into the room. What I forgot was the skirt lying there. They didn’t notice at first, but all of a sudden my sister asked what her skirt was doing on the couch. She told mom that she had just hung it up before they left.
My mom asked me if I had taken it out and I denied it. All my mom wanted to know was why I had it out, and she would forget it. Well being a guy I wasn’t going to tell her I wanted to try it on. I still denied it. Mom sent me to my room and said she would decide what to do about this. I never thought she would do what she did.
When she came into my room I thought I would be spanked or made to stay at home for a week. I wish that that was what she had planned. Instead, she brought in one of my sister’s very short skirts. It was 'ra-ra' style, with layers and layers of ruffled eyelet lace. She told me if I wanted to be a girl I was going to dress like one. She made me put on the skirt and I was so embarrassed I was shivering. She looked at me and asked how it felt. She then said get used to it because you will be dressing this way for a long time yet.
My legs were so cold I was shaking. She then made me take off my socks, saying that girls don’t wear socks with skirts. I kept trying to pull the skirt down to hide my legs. I was told not to pull at it again, and that it was meant to be worn short. She then lifted up the skirt and told me girls don’t wear boxers either. She said to go get a pair of panties from my sister. I pleaded not to make do this. She said my sister should get to see me like this, as will many others see me in the future.
She took me into my sister’s room, and my sister looked at me and started laughing. She said I had nice legs, and that she didn’t know she had a sister! She made me put on a pair of her panties - they felt all soft and slippery and they had lace on them. I was made to stay dressed like this the rest of the evening. I was told that if I tried to hide my legs the next skirt I wore would be even shorter. I begged Mom that I learned my lesson, but she said I wasn’t getting off that easy. She said I would be doing this and more till she felt I was going to act like a boy, and not a girl.
Well it got worse every day. The next day I got home from school and Mom was waiting on me. She said go change into a skirt and come into the bathroom. In the bathroom she said girls don’t have hair on their legs, and she shaved my legs and told me it was my responsibility to keep them that way. Again I had to stay in those awful clothes all day. Lucky no one came over, but my sister kept whistling at me and saying she couldn’t wait for her friends to see how sweet and cute I was.
A couple of days later things got even worse. It was a Saturday, and Mom said we were going shopping, and to go upstairs so that my sister could help me get ready. Mom said my sister had all the clothes I would need to wear. I was trembling and feeling hot and cold when I saw what was laid out on her bed. I had to put on a lacy bra, a pair of her soft cotton panties with lace around the legs, and she had a skirt for me that was very short, and a gauzy white blouse.
She said that when I was dressed to let her know. The worst was yet to come, after I put the clothes on she came in and said Mom wanted me to be pretty. I had make-up put on me, and she painted my toenails light pink. I was made to wear a pair of her sandals. I thought I was going to be sick. When she was done I couldn’t believe that I was to be made to go to the mall like this. I was so embarrassed I could have died.
We went, and no one said anything to me. I guess I looked like a girl. I was bought skirts and panties and bras, and Mom also got me some panty hose to wear. When I got home I found out I had to wear girl’s clothing every Friday night for the next six months, and if I did it I could have my own clothes back. Also I had to go out with my sister like this wherever she was going. I did this for the set six months, and I vowed never to wear girl’s clothes again. None of my friends ever found out, but my sister always had the threat that she would tell them if I didn’t behave and do as she told me. So needless to say I learned my lesson the hard way, and despite my vow, girl’s clothes have had a magical fascination for me ever since.
Thanks,
Dan
It hurts the brain to just believe this is true. Forget the weird kid...what kind of a mother is she?
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