Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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After about forty-five minutes of working on my make-up, I found myself looking like a little girl which I was stunned to see. I was amazed at how easily my feet slipped into a pair of her white high heeled pumps, the nylons acting as a kind of lubrication.

Her tone of voice made it obvious that she was trying to tease me, to embarrass me as much as possible.

With an enema every hour for six hours my tummy hurt very much and did not stop hurting until Monday morning. Since you are all ready into ab/dl,i assume that you have the cloth diapers and plastic pants and white tee shirt that the girls normally wear under the dresses. Looking back on it, I think the wig was styled after the hairstyles of Southern Belles of America and not Belle from Disney movie. I figured it out and started to walk away, but then she came up behind me and cuffed my hands before I knew what happened. One day, I finally decided to step out of the house dressed as a woman in the evening because I started to get bored just dressing up inside the house.

minutes or so later when my friend and two of our other buddies (who I didn’t know would even be there) walked into her room to check out her work.

V. and the lights, then I sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the sound of the water hitting the shower enclosure. AM – I have excessive cramping now since I am bloated and the tampon is stopping me from having a bowel movement. As it always does, the cold water rushing up my rectum into my stomach caused instant cramping and much discomfit.

She has told me that if I do not obey she will have a friend or two come over and treat me like the sissy girl I am for her amusements. Mom sewed 10 cloth baby diapers together in the 24×27 inch size to make my diaper from and got me the white adult size plastic pants to go over it. I don't know why my parents named me Rain, it wasn't to do with the weather, I was born on Saturday, October 20th, 1990, and according to my parents and sister it was a sweltering hot day so how Rain came into the conversation is a mystery. It was Saturday and when we went to pick up her girlfriend she explained that she had her period, did not feel good and really did not want to go to a sandy beach. She gladly accepted and the next weekend I was there in her room for my first real crossdressing moment.

After lying down along side of me she began to gently mov 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. A while later they brought her out and she looked very cute in her short sleeve,poofy,top of the knees communion dress and veil with her lace socks and white mary jane shoes!

As my Sissy Cross-Dressing Punishments continued, Mistress told me I needed to experience both the dress-up, humiliation and also the difficult times that a female experienced I was not so confident in my wishes. I told her I really loved her and crossdressing was just something I did for excitement and I was not gay. I couldn’t stop thinking about dressing up in cute dresses and every time I saw any girl in a lovely dress, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about how I would look in them. I knew it was pointless arguing with her and the thought of actually pretending and living like a girl full time seemed to be quite exciting.So – 28 days from now – the 28th of every month, I was going to get a visit from my menstrual friend and I would have my period for three days each month and would have to use the necessary feminine products with the middle day being the heaviest flow requiring both a pad and tampon. I got caught at a young age (about 9) trying on my mom’s makeup and she threatened to parade me up and down the neighborhood in it if I ever did it again. Whatever the reason – and eventually I decided the reason didn’t matter – I found myself floating through my late teens and 20s wishing I’d been born a girl and dressing as one in secret whenever the urge became irresistible. I’d recently left school and was a couple of months into an art foundation course at Manchester Polytechnic. These days, it would appear people are much more accepting of differences in gender and sexual orientation than what used to be the norm.