Now You Wear The Panties: Forced To Be Her Sissy Slave

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Oh don’t be silly, mom gave birth to you and has bathed you as a boy, I know what you have there and so does your aunt and the three girls here.

Oh stop wriggling," snapped Jayne as she stood in front of him and straightened his collar into a neat circle, "you're making yourself look perfectly ridiculous." She attended to his curls around every part of his hair, fluffing them out for everyone to see how pretty they were.

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The transformation at the end of the long (and for Billy, painful) process was incredible. Billy made a very pretty and presentable girl, much to his horror and humiliation. During the depilation process, Marcia took the opportunity to swipe Billy's pants and replace them with the lace panties so that Billy had to wear girls' underwear as well as outerwear.

It made me feel a little sexy sometimes as it swung across my shoulders if I wore a tank top. Every night I’d have to sit there and brush it to bring out the oils, she said. Long hair takes time, she said. Do it right or not at all was her motto. No wonder I never wanted to keep it nice before but then, I had all summer, only school would be starting soon and I knew she wasn’t going to let up on the hair or anything else. She seemed absolutely relentless about my grooming and deportment. I suppose it wasn’t too bad but I was beginning to have some doubts about myself lately. I felt, I don’t know, different somehow but just couldn’t put my finger on it. I think I was acting differently too, I don’t quite understand it! The one thing I have not yet solved is the problem of the hideous cotton t-shirt. I would be interested to know how your readers will react to my ideas, especially those in the nursing profession, both male and female. Let me make myself perfectly clear. I am boldly suggesting that we who are in positions of authority within the nursing profession take the necessary steps to design and enforce a new dress code for the males in our departments - something inoffensive, yet slightly girlish. Speak up, nurses, and let us hear your feelings! Oh don't... Don't laugh at me, please," he wept, squirming between his captured arms so that he dangled and bounced as they threaded his romper higher to reveal more of his bloomers.One day, we got an invitation for a wedding program from a distant relative. Me and my sister were just too persistent not to go, so just my parents were going to the wedding. They would be gone for 3 days as the wedding was happening in another city quite far from where we lived. I was already planning to have some beers and chill with my friends after my parents would be gone. The wedding dates arrived and my parents left. I just remembered Deb, I just happen to have a gorgeous, French maid's outfit in my car. Tammi can wear it to clean the apartments. Weekly maid service would be an added bonus for your tenants, and I'll bet Tammi would just love that! What do you think?” Angelina reached into her bag and drew out a particularly large disposable. "I would start by wide-diapering him," she said, and she unfolded it bringing gasps from all three women. Their gasps turned to giggles as the sissy gurgled in a fit of horror and tried to wriggle his diapered bottom. His protests counted for nothing, though, as they soon had the first diaper completely covered in the fat, stiffened pad that bulged in a twelve-inch spread between his legs. Then to my horror, my aunt’s voice at the door, saying, ” if you like it so much, why not put it on.”