Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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After that day, my wife allowed me to crossdress inside the house. I couldn’t believe how supportive she was to me and I felt so grateful to have her in my life. Slowly as time passed, she accepted my crossdressing more openly and sometimes helped me get dressed and also teased me on how cute I looked. It was really wonderful to have the weight of my shoulders about keeping my crossdressing a secret. That's pretty much the story of her student here on this day, Pat. He's a married father of two in his early 40s from the Philadelphia area. Pat asked that we not use his last name because he's concerned about how his colleagues and religious community will view him. Pat works in corporate consulting. I was then sent to bed with tears in my eyes and definitely not looking forward to my monthly “friend” visiting. Thank you so much for sharing. I had a similar story but it was much more connected to my gender identity. 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. So like you, I hid my crossdressing periodically throwing away my stash for years even after I married the most amazing woman. All of it was complicated by the fact that we both grew up in very conservative and religious homes and I was even a minister for a while. So, I decided to dress up when one time, my wife told me she was going to be away for a whole week. After she was gone, I brought few dresses, hair wig and heels online. It was so thrilling to be dressed again. I felt like I was reborn again. I got dolled up from head to toe and couldn’t stop admiring my own looks in the mirror.

When I went to college I did not have the opportunity to dress until I was able to get an apartment with one of my sisters friends who was living in the same city. When my sister found out who my roommate was she sent pictures and video to both of us and said to have fun. And fun we did have. We took things to the next level. Dressing up and going out together to parties and bars. Staying in makeup and women’s clothes whenever I was at home. She even took me to her salon for pampering, hair removal, eye brows and acrylic nails The highest arches on Flkr. Tied at ankles, simulate bondage. Seen in other photographs, here is close up. It had always been my fantasy and desire to be feminine and “Girlie”. Of course I never wished to be a Sissy full time, just part-time when I wished. 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. Mistress then told me that I must experience having a “Feminine Period”.I'm curious... what's up with the BOLD CAPITALS for place names and organizations? It's really not needed in a story; it's an advertising style, and I can't see it as anything else. I was paralyzed with the thought of it. My parents would surely beat the crap out of me and things would never be the same ever again. I begged Jody not to tell our parents and was at her mercy. Seeing me so scared; she had a change of heart. When I awoke, Momma and my new Daddy were there, waiting for me to awaken, "Princess, how do you feel?' asked Daddy as he hugged me.

I was actually a little frightenend as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up. Sunday, the last day of my period I was allowed to stop the tampon, but had to keep the pad in my panties. This did not seem so bad though because I was also completing my Happy New Year 2011 – Again assignment/punishment. The cramping from the pills and many enemas was horrific. Mistress just laughed and told me my cramping was not even close to feminine cramping. Then the constant use of Feminine “Pads” and Tampons was uncomfortable and so humiliating. It all started when my friend found out I was secretly crossdressing. They said they would tell everyone unless I did what they wanted, They literally forced me to crossdress. So, every day after school, I would have to put on their clothes and do as they said. I felt so humiliated and trapped. Every day I tried to get out of it, but they would always find me. After about a month and a half, I was tired of it, so I did something that got me in more trouble than ever. Fast forward to my college years, I hadn’t crossdressed for a long time. But then as I moved out of the house to an apartment near college, I couldn’t fight the urge to dress up and then brought some cute dresses, pantyhose, heels and a hair wig. Slowly, my collection of feminine wardrobe grew and I was mostly dressed as a girl inside my apartment.

Tsumugi Shirogane And The New Mastermind by kcirdnab1, literature

Well, this has now become – How I spent my summer vacation – 4 and also how I spent my Christmas vacation – 1. 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. One day, we got an invitation for a wedding program from a distant relative. Me and my sister were just too persistent not to go, so just my parents were going to the wedding. They would be gone for 3 days as the wedding was happening in another city quite far from where we lived. I was already planning to have some beers and chill with my friends after my parents would be gone. The wedding dates arrived and my parents left.