Has any other guy been forced to wear a dress or something like that by female friends? what is the story?
My mother divorced my father because he beat her. He was rich, though, and got custody of me. My mother refused to turn me over, contending he beat me too. This simply wasn't true, but I guess Mom didn't want to give the bastard any satisfaction and I felt too sorry for her to tell anyone the truth. My mother hid me at one of her childhood friend's houses in Texas.
The judge put Mom in jail until she revealed my whereabouts while my father hired a Private Investigator to find me. I called the woman I stayed with "Aunt" Helen although she wasn't really a relation. She, too, was divorced with a daughter named Tracy. Aunt Helen now hated all men and lectured me incessantly on how I had to be faithful to my mother and not contact my father under any circumstances.
On fateful night as we watched TV my whereabouts, which had enjoyed some brief national attention, became news again. The announcer read a report that my father had contracted even more PIs and would begin contacting all of my mother's known acquaintances. My Aunt watched the conclusion of the piece and turned to me.
I have a plan, but I need your complete cooperation. Will you help your mother and me? This was quite a lot of pressure to put on a thirteen year old. My mind in a frenzy, I simply nodded. As you know, some bad people will stop here soon looking for a young boy, but they won't find one. Do you know why?
Chapter 1: one week until back to school
I shook my head. Tracy and I will transform you into such a convincing vision of femininity that no one will ever guess you were once a boy. Right Tracy? John will make a foxy girl. He can probably wear most of my things and his face is almost too pretty for a boy already. Let's start right now. What do you suggest, Mom, skirt or slacks? That means no pants at any time and lots of girlish touches even in his most casual moments. We have to go overboard on lace, lingerie, heels, makeup, the works.
Suit: boy forced to wear wig, bra in bizarre school punishment
I forget most of the details of that evening except that I went to bed wearing one of Tracy's nighties. My hair had been subjected to dizzying of processes and then wound up in enormous rollers covered by a giant pink cap.
My hands had been coated with skin softener and placed in white cotton gloves for the night. My face had been slathered in cold cream. Considering the strange sensations I was experiencing, it was amazing how quickly I fell asleep.
I was awakened at six the next morning by Tracy. We've got a lot to do today. Go and wash your hands and face while I get your outfit ready. I obeyed. Returning, I saw that Tracy had made my bed and laid out a bewildering array of lacy apparel, a yellow dress and a pair of girls pumps. She handed me a pair of pale blue panties and let me modestly slip them on under my nightie before I took the nightie off. Next came a matching bra and dark brown pantyhose.
She padded out my bra with cotton balls and taught me how to put on a blue slip by sliding it over my head. At this point she wrapped a plastic cape around my neck, sat me down and brushed out my hair. No one will ever suspect you're a boy. I sat still while she applied makeup. The smells were strange as was the feeling of my hair tickling my neck.
Finally she removed my cape and let me get up. She held out my dress and let me step into it from the top "so you won't mess up your hair". I later learned that the style was a shirtwaist, yellow, with a hem hitting me a few inches above the knee.
Tracy asked me to button the top. It was difficult because it buttoned backwards, but I finally got it right. She helped me slip into the brown leather sling back pumps. They had medium heels and it took me awhile to walk in them but Tracy was patient. You're doing fine.
Men in dresses tales of crossdressing - stories of forced
After she was satisfied, she had me wrestle with jewelry clasps until I was sporting a gold choker necklace, a charm bracelet, an ankle bracelet and four rings. Finally she sprayed me with perfume and led me downstairs to breakfast. It certainly felt strange masquerading as a girl.
I had to watch my feet to keep from tripping in the heels and I found myself attracted to the nyloned legs and feminine pumps that were mine. My aunt made a tremendous fuss when I entered the kitchen, making me stand still as she walked around me. It was weird wearing girls clothes but I tried to make the best of it and play along. After eating, I started to learn how to do 'girl' chores. My aunt slipped an apron over my head and tied an enormous bow in back.
I was handed a pair of rubber gloves and told to do the breakfast dishes. I had a easy enough time of it but I kept having to peer over my breasts. A strange feeling came over me as I realized that boys would be attracted to me in my disguise! I tried to get used to my new identity, but I couldn't ignore how the hosiery hugged my legs, how the heels changed my posture-forcing my breasts and fanny out invitingly. Eventually I finished up the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and ed my aunt and Tracy in the living room. What's your favorite girl's name? I just love that name, don't you Tracy?
OK with you Heather? My friend Debbie runs a beauty parlor and she's agreed to give you the works. Tracy, get Heather set up with a purse. Before I knew it, I had a purse stuck in my hand and was propelled out the front door.
What a clatter I made in my heels! The sight of sunlight bouncing off my yellow dress filled me with fear of discovery. I made my way as fast as possible to the car and jumped in the back seat. The drive into town was uneventful. After my aunt pulled up in front of the beauty parlor, I opened the door and slid out as I always have.
The difference was that in a dress, I succeeded in having it ride up to my waist. Two boys whistled appreciably at the leg show I had provided.
Tracy giggled as I turned several shades of red. We entered the beauty parlor and Debbie introduced herself. We'll have him all dolled up in no time. Strip down to your bra and panties and put on a robe, honey.