Forced Crossdressing: A Collection of Forced Crossdressing Stories

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He was quite happy with the situation but sometimes would be bored watching television if his friends were not around. Aunt Marilyn, showed me around and where everything was. Then we left, to go for fish and chips, to eat at Tally’s. On return, aunt took a shower, and offered me to take one after her, which I did, to freshen up. Femdom/Authoritarian, Misc. Stories, Sweet/ Sentimental Keywords: Appliances Attached, Bondage, Breast Implants, The person behind me had my arms and forced them together behind me. I could tell it was a woman and my wife clearly knew her. She placed what felt like a zip tie around my wrist and pulled it tight and cinched my wrist together. She yanked up on it one last time making sure it was as tight as it could be. I felt the zip tie dig into my wrist as she tried to get one more notch out of it. I tried to protest but I was face down into a pillow my wife had placed on her chest. Without a hesitation I could fell another zip tie going around my ankles that was cinched tight.

Dang it! I think the dryer is broke, too! I told your Uncle that we needed a new washer and dryer and he didn't even listen..." Aunt Emily ranted.The two women left the room to Sam's room to empty his wardrobe of all male clothes and replace them with a few skirts and dresses.

She smiled as I squirmed on the table. The cuffs held me down on the table so tightly that I could only muster a slight wiggle. With no leverage still, there just wasn't anything I could do to stop whatever was about to happen. She began pulling more items out of the box and setting them on the table. I watched as each item came out. They consisted of a 3 inch roll of duct tape, a 2 inch roll of duct tape, rope, electrical tape, a maxi pad, a bikini, a push-up bra, and 2 rather large balloons filled with water. This seemed bad whatever it was. For the next couple of days, everything was quite normal. My sister rarely bothered me and I was pretty much over the things that happened before. Eventually we all grew out of that phase of our lives, except for me. I secretly wore all my older sisters clothes in the attic. From Ginny’s old bras and panties to Shelley’s skinny jeans and strappy tops. I could tell they were moving around but for the next few minutes nothing seemed to be happening to me. Then, without notice, someone grabbed my boxers and cut them off with scissors. After ripping them off of me, someone slapped my ass. Not very hard, just a light tap. My wife knew I was into spanking but it was usually me doing the spanking. A brief pause and then another slap came across my ass. I tried to speak but the gag that filled my mouth kept my kept my words completely incoherent. I wasn't sure where this was going until I felt someone under the table. Another slap now made created a steady rhythm that I was unable to stop. The person under the table was definitely my wife which meant that the person spanking me was the unknown second woman.

There," she said. "That should be a little more comfortable for the time being. I don't want you to get used to this though. I will be mostly using rope and tape and a few other ingenious little devices, but for today I will use these cuffs. Just one more thing and we can get started. I need you blindfolded. This won't be a normal thing but just for today." His mother started to undo the dress but had hold of same while she slid the top of the dress down but only to his waist. His sister then came to fasten a white bra around his chest, filling the cups with tissue.

They then slid on a pair of white tights and the full underskirt of the dress which made it stand out. They fussed around for a while tugging at the sleeves and the hem of the dress until they were satisfied . Growing up with two older sisters I was always dressed in whatever they wanted. Snow White costumes, Bratz belly tops, even swimsuits!! They always painted my nails, much to my Dad’s dismay, but everyone thought I was adorable. I stripped out of my pjs and left them on the floor. Suddenly I heard the door fly open as I shouted hello? Shelley had come in and dropped her robe as she stood there in just her pink bra and panties. She said it’s just us girls there’s nothing to hide. That afternoon, I relaxed and took the weight of keeping my crossdressing secret off of my shoulders. 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. Katie explained everything. Amazingly, I was expecting something a little stranger and longer, but Katie dressed me in every outfit, explained what it included, and why they were being used and what for. A lot of it I had a vague idea, I remembered the cruise and what my sister had worn was for the formal evening dinners.That was just one of the gowns she wore, and as much as she looked, Katie couldn't find the other two evening dresses she wore, which, in all honesty, wasn't much of a problem. I had tried on numerous clothes at that point and there were other times in the future that Katie and I did similar activities. After an hour or so, he decided he'd had enough. He turned off the record player, put the records away and reached round to unzip the dress.

How Did I Get Interested In Crossdressing

Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her. 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. I don’t know what got over me. I am really sorry Jody. I promise.. I will never do this again.” I answered, almost about to cry. 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. 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.

Once puberty hit, crossdressing took on a whole new aspect. I started to realize that I wished I could dress in girl's clothes all the time and that I preferred the way girl's dresses fit my body and how they looked at me. I also began to feel trapped in the wrong body and that I should have been born a girl. These realizations were confusing and scary for me, and I wasn't sure what to do with them. It was quiet for a minute. I must say that up to now, I hadn't really been that worried, but this now seemed way more than our usual playing. My wife grabbed my face and lightly kissed me on top of the tape. "Honey, the next couple of things that happen are going to be unusual for you. The first, you will figure out soon enough with no explanation. The second, you will not truly understand until tomorrow, though it will start tonight." We'll need to get a few more things yet, like shoes etc" his sister said as they took him by the arm to the full size mirror.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. They were so different! Not rough or clingy like what I wore, but the smoothest, silkiest feeling, like I was wrapped in softness. But she said clean this up, and we'll discuss this later on. And then she departed. I cleaned up all the clothes and changed. Once I was done, she went into her room to change for her Dr. appointment, which is why she had come home early. She had told me this, but I had forgotten. She then left without saying a word. Once she was gone, I threw all my girl clothes in the trash where my mom would see them. I wanted her to know I got rid of them. My bra could clearly be shown through the top while my bulge could not be contained and stood hard at the front of my panties and skirt. I was suddenly bombarded with pictures ensuring I was never to forget this day…