FORCED TO BE A GIRL

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I felt totally mortified; never had I been treated like such a completely helpless child. Despite my humiliation, Carolyn smiled as the sound of water splashing in the bowl echoed in the small stall. When I was finished, instead of replacing my panties to their former position, the maid had me stand, my petticoats still raised to waist level. She took a tissue and gently dried the tip of my penis, and with the frilly white panties still around my ankles, she opened her purse and removed a small container. Ooh Carolyn that was just wonderful. You are really mothering me, I can’t remember being so pampered and loved.” I was then told that for the next 24 hours I would have to change my pad and tampon everytime I went to the Ladies Room, but at a minimum at least every two hours. Well we sat down to a meal and my aunt slept over that night, so we made an early start in the morning. Now sweetie, into my bedroom, the girls have prepared everything for you. I had to lie on a beach towel, while aunt liberally shook talcum powder all over me. Then baby cream under my arms and down there, as she watched my reaction and so did Miranda and Helen.

sissy billy has been very quiet and probably because her time of month was here. As quiet as she is I could not imagine letting her slip under the radar during such an important time in her sissy training. This had been so much fun, I just want to make sure we can do it again sometime. I'm sure you'll understand." I waved my mom goodbye. The journey took us about ninety minutes, and arrived in Park Close, a cul-de-sac, with six bungalows there. It was a tranquil area, and in the countryside. I liked the closed in hedges of the lanes, we drove down, were beyond the hedges, laid open fields of grass and crops.

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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. Then I got a big surprise. A lady came in – that was a better label than client or customer. But, she wasn’t a she. Quite clearly not. Her clothes were well-chosen but she didn’t have the walk right. Or the voice! Or the figure

Well the girls laughed, at my misfortune, but now I was drenched and would have to ride home in mom’s car, all wet. When we got to aunt’s home, the girls ran ahead to enlighten their mom and our mom. My bummy old blue jeans became history. She threw them out. Aunt Rose would help me with the housework but I did the washing too. Since I did the washing, I had apparently gotten an appreciation for keeping myself clean too. She taught me how to separate things and how to treat various fabrics, how to fold and what to fold and what to iron. Oh yes, she taught me how to iron too. I found that once I understood how to flatten things and maneuver sleeves and what temperatures to use, it wasn’t so bad but that was a painful experience nonetheless. Blushing, I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. “Really dear, you should have been born a girl; wearing pretty dresses is only half the fun.” The gates of the school came into view. “You'd better let me do all the talking, dear. We wouldn't want you to give yourself away.” 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.

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Well, these clothes aren't going to dry anytime soon. Even if the dryer worked, your clothes would take a day to dry. With everything soaked, I wouldn't be surprised if your clothes started to get moldy" Aunt Emily gave me the news.