Crossdressing Stories: Apology Accepted (Crossdresser Stories Book 16)
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We are going out; she said. And the moment I heard her, I became scared, and stood froze. I was already in make-up, and my nails were shining in red. But it was more about the panty and bra I was wearing beneath. How can a normal boy could do this? Lots of thoughts were flashing in my mind. But, I wasn’t a boy anymore. I just looked like a girl with short hair, wearing boy clothes and more to that, even moved like one.
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. hi sis it me rajesh please give ur next story happy ending like rainy day and competition its my favorite stories..pls write upcoming stories are in indian based especially southern culture like boy forced to grow hair for some reason and family members are trying different hair styles like single plaites double plaites french plaites with school custumes forced by mom , sister and sister in law and also maid of the family oriented story it my humble request long time i just waiting for this kind of story…thanks
The boy’s aunt progressively increases the pain further and feminizes him completely, to make him her sissified slave. She could possibly change his gender and age reduction stuff also could have been thrown in….
No need for that, do it now; she shouted. But still, I didn’t. Removing the shorts in front of her was embarrassing, and I didn’t want to humiliate myself. The training was already taking toll on me, and in between the taunts and punishments, I was really a good student. Moreover, I was indeed afraid of her, and the consequences of misbehaving. Thus, when I ran upstairs, I literally ran just like a girl, by swinging my hands and bums side by side. I didn’t have to wait long, and within no time, she came to my room with the cane. Really nice story. If u have included more clothes it would have been good. I like the stories where boy should never accept crossdresssing but is mom or sister or wife should force him to do.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. But aunt, I have lots; I told her with a surprised face. Because I was too innocent, and couldn’t recognize the fact that, they were nothing other than panties, the girls undies. After college I moved out and got my own apartment. I was so happy that I could finally dress up as much as I wanted to. I brought so many dresses, wigs, lingerie, shoes and lots of makeup too. I would spend most of my time as a young woman inside the apartment. I kept my crossdressing a complete secret because I was afraid my family and friends won’t accept me or judge me because of me being a crossdresser.