Forced To Be Their Sissy!: They’re Making Me Dress Like A Woman!

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Oh good," her mother called from her bedroom in a normal voice. But when Mrs. Jennings came down the steps she was wearing an ugly frown. It was more than just a frown; it was a look of pure anger. Then I noticed Sarah didn't look too please either.

For many years now I haven’t owned a single item of male clothing. I’m trying to be me, so I am comfortable looking feminine, but continuing to be called Steven. Surely there don’t need to be any rules? And the boys – now young men – still call me Dad. Because, of course, however I have chosen to look, I’ll always be their dad. Next was the haircut. I have long hair, so they had a lot to work with. I couldn't help but be taken in by all the primming and attention. My wife had explained the situation to the hair dresser, who was very kind and understanding and charming. Surprisingly, their hair cut and shampoo and head massage felt really nice!From the box Mrs. Jennings carefully lifted her wedding veil and fluffed it out using her hands. Then she approached and in the mirror I saw her place it gently on my head. She fussed with the veil to get it the way she wanted, then stepped sideways to see how it looked. "Perfect…everything is perfect," Mrs. Jennings said. Then she grasped her hands against her chest and giggled, "Oh, you look lovely, Kimberly. You look like you were born to wear that dress." Sarah joined on the teasing. Typing at my computer keyboard and using the touch screen of my iPhone with long fingernails takes some getting used to.

Well I…. I don't really know why, Mrs. Jennings, ma'am. You always look so pretty in your clothes. I guess I just wanted to get a closer look at them." I soon discovered there were clubs and events I could go to, from huge, all night dress-up parties where everyone with every possible kind of kink was welcome, such as Torture Garden, to more specifically trans-orientated clubs, like the WayOut – the first trans nightclub I ever went to. It seems Sarah had her own fantasies about boys in dresses, and came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse. When Mrs. Jennings discovered what was going on she really hit the roof, but that's another story to be told. Whoa, you look like a real woman,” Kit Clark observed as he greeted me in the Gold Room. “It’s almost too convincing.”It took only ten days for his mother to find herself a job in a large firm of architects in Manchester. During those ten days she had dragged Roger round most of the stores in Manchester buying him a whole wardrobe full of girl’s clothes from dresses to skirts to blouses to underwear to nightdresses. All his male clothes had disappeared and so he was now totally committed to wearing girl’s clothes all the time, whether he liked it or not. Good," she interrupted abruptly. "But being caught won't stop you from doing this to me again, so I'm going to indulged you in your fantasy. You wanted to know how it felt to wear my wedding dress and be a bride young man, and now you're going to get your chance…in SPADES!" Armed with the documents, over the next few weeks I updated these with the aid of a fellow gambling addict who was adept at forgery and with computers. My mother was still alive, but in a nursing home. I went to see her about once a month. Most of her clothes were still in the house but even I could tell that they were dated. No woman today would wear them and I would look even more outlandish if I wore them on top of impersonating a woman! I was in despair as my funds were almost exhausted. The girls rallied round and said they would help but I needed a more permanent solution. The answer was obvious. Like any woman in need of money, I would have to marry! My brain was on sexual overload and I found myself getting very hard. How I wish I could reach down and relieve myself. My reaction to the slip didn't go unnoticed by Mrs. Jennings. In a cold and hard voice she lashed, "So, you think this is fun, do you? That this is some kind of game for your sexual amusement." Then in a more sinister tone she whispered, "Well princess, the fun hasn't even started yet."

Even disconcerted by the thought of possibly sinking up to my waist, or higher, in the soft carpeting, my natural eye for detail took in a pink chaise longe, a small delicate table on which porcelain cups and saucers rested on a silver tray, a small chair with flowered patterns and a pink and white cupboard on which sat a vase of freshly cut flowers. On the walls were pictures of flowers, cats or elegantly dressed Victorian ladies. It reminded me uncomfortably of my great grandmother’s room when I had been a very small girl. It reeked overpoweringly of traditional femininity. I had run out of lies, or maybe I was too afraid to try. I sniffed and whispered, "I guess…I guess I just wanted to know what it felt like to wear it." She told everyone in the community I was a widow and an orphan so I had no guests. I was forced to dress as a bride because they couldn’t accept a gay wedding.He laughed as he stood in front of the mirror and then preceeded to select and play his sister's records.

Another co-worker commented that I was much taller dressed as a woman. When I explained that I was wearing 4-1/2-inch heels, he said maybe he should start wearing heels, too. (He is by far the shortest male at work.) I thought about that, but I wasn't about to have either one of us touch his body," Mrs. Jennings commented while fluffing out the wig a little. "She'll just have to accept that this is part of the price for being beautiful, isn't that right princess?" Then it’s your decision to either stay in the house all week and watch daytime TV where you can listen to more fools in a similar predicament to yours or go out and have fun with it! At least you’ll have a zany story to tell your kids down the road. Hi Jim," she smiled in a way that made me uneasy. I could almost sense I was in trouble. If she hadn't grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, I may have turned and left. "Mom, Jim's here," she called out.There are a lot of ways to feel and look more feminine if that is your goal. How you go about it will vary depending on your end goal. You could even buy him a few clothing items just to give it a try and see what he thinks. Be careful not to come on too strong or begin pressuring him though. If you want your husband to start dressing as a woman, there are a few ways that you can go about this. The process will be significantly easier if your husband already enjoys crossdressing or has shown interest.