Forced Crossdressing: A Collection of Forced Crossdressing Stories

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Well, here is my first open to crossdressing story that happened last month during our unusually warm weather after work eveningish.

Taking a straw i swiped off the new cobwebs, and reached up underneath one of the top bleachers, yes, that meant i stood up tall as i could being a large target of sight, I produced a thick silver studded collar with another key dangling from it. I knew what was coming, but hearing the prospect of something new being prepared gave me a small feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I was happy, thankful that Katie was there with me, talking me through the stages of getting dressed up, the fabrics used to create every outfit and what they meant to me.She had prepared bottles of water and glasses, a few biscuits and some snacks, she had even brought the phone down into the basement so that if their parents phoned like they said they would, then we wouldn't raise suspicion by being late to answer. It would have solved some problems though, first off I would have been dead, and I wouldn't have to face my sister's wrath when she found I had tried on her clothes. Sure she was a bit annoyed that I tried her dress on without asking, but she didn't let it overshadow the clear fact we had just come closer together. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, with the wig and dress on me; I actually looked like a girl. I had to come clean and so, I pushed open the door to the wardrobe and shuffled out into the plain sight of my sister.

The first area consisted of an old vanity table that had taken Katie a great deal of time to move out and to fix the vanity mirror back on. It was made of white wood, and it had sat in their parent's bedroom before they replaced it with the current vanity mirror. Seeing her best friend heartbroken, Sonia plans to surprise Nisha, by transforming the playboy to a playgirl. My sister was a bit of a neat freak, everything was out of place, and it was rumoured that she could see from a first glance whether or not something was out of place.Involuntary Cross Dressing/TG - For two years, Elliot's wicked stepmother and horrible stepbrothers have been forcing him into to clean the house, dressing him in his mother's old clothes and working him to the bone without rest. This is the last sample chapter of the 249-page, ~62,000-word novel, available in its entirety for Kindle. Now on Katie, it would have gone down to her ankles, but when I tried it on, it went down to the floor and even bunched up leaving a small tail of fabric. but i kind of wonder what would of happened if i had been just a little bit slower in any of the timing.

I pulled it up to my chest and she began to zip me up, since I was younger then her, the gown fit like a glove.sorry about that pun Then i used that last key from the bracelet to get into a locked box on my porch, Bending over, I unlock the box, and hear LOUD HONKING.

all i remember is hiding on the other side of my bed in my room untill the knocking on my front door went away. Knowing that Katie would tell our parents that I had been hiding in her room was really the only contributing factor of actually giving myself up. The first chance to dress up had been going through my mind, it caused me to lose track of my school work at some points during lessons. Listening intently fora moment, i hear nothing, and make a mad dash for the bleachers near the baseball field about a 30 yards of open grass. Sara wore an elegant blue gown, just like Cinderella and her long dark brown hair, similar to mine, was in a very festive knot.You spend the last hour humiliating me, making me wear your dress and turned me into your little practice dummy, and then you ask me if I like it? Highly recommended for fans of forced feminization, forced feminization hypnosis, and forced feminization sissy romance stories! She cleared all of the make-up, and I helped with clearing up the basement, even while wearing my sister's chosen outfit. My parents said they are proud of me doing something that makes me happy and being bold and owning it. Anyway, its coming toward me yipping for all its worth, when inspiration strikes me, i lift a bag out of the dumpster i was hiding behind, and split it right open, spreading its contents liberally around.