| My Enforced Feminisation/Sissyfication |
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| Written by susanna | |
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I was feminised at a very early age. My mother used to dress me as a little girl when I was a mere child and I once heard her tell my aunt that I should have been born a girl as I loved all things girlish and there was little of the boy in me except for my tiny penis.
I was feminised at a very early age. My mother used to dress me as a little girl when I was a mere child and I once heard her tell my aunt that I should have been born a girl as I loved all things girlish and there was little of the boy in me except for my tiny penis. I still have photographs of myself at a very young age dressed in a little pink frock and showing a hint of white panties. With my curly hair I did indeed look more like a girl than a boy. However it was not until I was almost a teenager and I was sent to stay with my aunt Ann for three months that I was truly feminised. In those three months I was dressed permanently as a girl and treated as such. My mother brought me to my aunt?s house and left me to stay with her while she went on a prolonged business trip to Canada. I was by this time dressed as a boy as she had ceased dressing me as a girl as soon as I started primary school at age about seven. My aunt was a beautiful woman in her early thirties although she looked much younger and it was hard to believe that she had a thirteen year old daughter Samantha who looked more like her sister. When my mother left, Aunt Ann informed me that I would be sharing with Samantha as there was no other room available. Samantha was a year older than me but she was away for the weekend and wouldn?t be home until Monday evening. Aunt Ann showed me to Samantha?s room and told me to unpack the few belongings I had brought with me. I was given the use of a small wardrobe and the bottom drawer of a dressing table. It didn?t take me too long to unpack and store away my clothes and then I sat on the bed unsure of what to do next. The room was unmistakably feminine in its d飯r and as I sat there I could feel my tiny penis begin to harden. I went to the dressing table and opened one of the drawers and my excitement reached fever pitch as I discovered a pile of ladies underwear, obviously the property of Samantha. I rummaged through the contents of the drawer and lovingly fondled the assortment of bras, stockings and knickers as I buried my face in their softness. I was so engrossed in my actions that I failed to hear Aunt Ann enter the room until she spoke. Why you filthy little tyke you,? she bellowed angrily. ?What do you think your doing? You?ve got a cheek looking through your cousin?s underwear. She?ll not be pleased when I tell her what you have been up to you little pervert. I?ll teach you to interfere with a girl?s underwear. I?ll make a little girl of you, you wretched boy. Still your mother did say that you are more of a girl than a boy anyway. Stand up boy and get undressed immediately. Strip naked and put your clothes outside the door. I?ll make you sorry you filthy little sod.? I stood facing her and began to undress reluctantly. I had never been naked in front of anyone other than my mother and that had been some years ago. Now I had been told to strip naked in front of my Aunt Ann. I stripped down to my underpants and then I hesitated and stopped. Get those off as well,? she barked at me. I slid the pants down my legs and stepped out of them. I covered my groin with my two hands and stood completely naked in front of her. She motioned to the bundle of my clothes and I gathered them up and deposited them outside the door as instructed all the time being careful to keep my private parts hidden from her view. I was hot and I could feel myself blushing madly. I stood there shaking uncontrollably. Get your hands away from your privates you little slut,? Aunt Ann shouted. ?Keep them by your sides.? If anyone would like to hear the rest of my story send me an email and I shall be in touch: |
