Forced Crossdressing: A Collection of Forced Crossdressing Stories

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After about an hour of drying up the floor, it still wasn't completely done. But, it was all we could've done for now. Aunt Emily then opened up the washer, and saw a bunch of water and clothes. Sam, on the other hand, was unemployed, as he had only left school a few months ago and as yet, was still to find a job. 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. After a great meal and sex we laid in bed together where I secretly wondered what surprise my wife had in store.

Being bored he would go searching for something to do in the house. Often he'd sneek into his sister's room to play her records on her stereo record player she had. At breakfast Ginny, Shelley and I discussed what we were going to do with ourselves for Christmas. We each had some good ideas such as ice skating, going into the city to see the Christmas lights shining and going caroling from door to door. We made a few plans and the others went upstairs to get ready and changed. Well, I am going to tell mom and dad that you have been going through my stuffs without my permission!” Jody scolded me. I ran to get tissues to clean it all up. That was stupid of me! But for some reason, thinking of myself as a girl made me really turned on, and made me climax so easily! I wanted to be with a girl so much, but this was exciting too. I would just do both. If I could get Lynn, my crush, to go out with me, I’d still do this in my spare time. Perhaps, I could get some of her panties too. Then I’d be wearing *her* clothes. Now *that* sounded really exciting to me! Over the next few weeks, I kept dressing up. Sometimes with just the panties, but sometimes in full outfit. I stole a pair of pantyhose from the laundry room, and started wearing those too.We'd love to see your stories posted here, think you have a story to tell or have written stories posted elsewhere. What?” I asked her again. “I want you to do all the house chores for the next few days until mom and dad arrives. You know, cook food, do the dishes, do the laundry and everything else.” She said with a grin on her face.

Shortly thereafter Sara came in the room and seemed amused that I was squirming around on the bed. "Ahh, that's so cute baby. I love to see you wiggling, but you aren't going to get free." she remarked as she set on the bed and brushed the hair out of my face. She kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I hope you slept okay. I figured it might be hard for you to sleep so I let you sleep in a little longer this morning. But, you're up now and we need to get started." His sister, Jane, was going to be a bridesmaid at her friend's wedding in a few months. She was very excited about it, and especially loved the dress she'd be wearing for the day.Also often will wear panties and pantyhose at work under my male clothes just for the thrill of it. Or perhaps a butt plug 😉 He was quite happy with the situation but sometimes would be bored watching television if his friends were not around. Remember the first dress I bought in a store. The embarrassment when the man on the till held it up high and shouted across to another store worker to ask the price!! Part of me though is quite thrilled when I think that people suspect. We did not talk about it for the rest of my time living at home. When Christmas came that year, a number of catalogs were placed on my bed. The first one was opened to the women's clothing section and a note that said, circle things you like. Then, days later, some items appeared on my bed; she also added stuff to improve outfits. This happened each birthday and Christmas till I moved out. After A Long Time, We Talked About My Crossdressing I couldn’t believe what they said. Before I could even respond Shelley said that because I had no clothes to wear I might as well wear their clothes for a week until I get new ones for Christmas. I was still stunned. I knew I would be grounded for ever for destroying our basement if Dad found out. So I agreed.

I was still with a bath towel around my waist, male sarong style, not female, with it covering my bust. She-male - Stories in which a She-male is the main character or the the main character is changed into one. 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. I always enjoyed wearing my mom's high heel shoes and dresses. They made me feel powerful and confident. Even though I was a little, I thought I could do anything in those shoes. Now that I'm all grown up, I still enjoy wearing high heel shoes and dresses. They make me feel sexy and beautiful. And I love the way they make me feel powerful and confident. So I put everything away, except when I came to the underwear, there was a problem. Mom had accidentally left one of Jody’s panties in my pile. Jody is my elder sister who is just 2 years older than me. I held her panty in my hands, feeling the silky material. I was a typical 10th grade boy, so as you can imagine, my mind raced at the thought that I was holding panties in my hand.Nobody would know a thing! Some time passed, and I was still doing it. It was so exciting that I wanted to try to push the envelope, and do something more daring. So I waited for a good time when nobody else was home, and went into Jody’s closet. I dug through all the things on hangers, until I found one of her blouses that might fit me. She didn’t wear it too often (I didn’t think), so she wouldn’t notice it. And there was a red plaid skirt that she used to wear to school, but didn’t anymore. Mom:“Aunt Marilyn, is here, to ask you, if you would like to spend some of your days off work, at her home.” You stay there while your sister and I call her friend and tell her that she can't now be her bridesmaid " his mother said.