Crossdressing Stories: Apology Accepted (Crossdresser Stories Book 16)

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Oh my, d o something about the chains; the second voice said, and I heard the footsteps coming closer. I jerked, cried and tried to get up, but aunt stopped me. Don’t, you will get more ; she said, and gave me another huge strike. Tears flowed down my eyes, and I crushed the bed sheet with my bare hands. Yeah, I know that look, they are cheaper, and the bras are padded. W e don’t want to ruin this costly ones, right? Aunt said. Now, first things first, when you pee, sit and pee, like us, the ladies do, it’s so simple, pull down your panty, sit, then pee, now show me; she insisted.

Aunt, please, I can’t take it anymore , it’s too much; I cried. And she stopped, I don’t know why, but she stopped anyway. Can I look? She sensed something and asked me. I nodded my head, and turned aside. She pulled up my skirt and gasped.In the parlour, it was either they knew, or they don’t. And I left the choice to the readers. The possibility is that the owner must be a member of aunt’s sorority group. Stand up; she said once more, and pulled the chain. Again, I tried, but my legs couldn’t support me. No... I'm not going to play dress up.." I rejected the offer. Although it would be interesting to wear a dress, I didn't want Aunt Emily to see me as someone who liked to wear her clothes. After that, she might tell everyone and I would be extremely embarrassed. I need to go to the toilet, maybe I can change too ; when we reached the house, I said. T hey looked at me with a surprise and denies instantly.

I know, but I don’t trust you anymore ; she replied and left my hands unattended. Watch the TV if you want; she said, and handed me the remote.It’s a real testament to their genuine friendliness and understanding that we somehow got onto the subject of crossdressing without even realising it. Suddenly I was chatting away quite openly about myself and what I was hoping to get from my visit. Andy (aka Sophie) was a great listener, understanding and supportive, but above all, he was an amazing confidence booster! The one matches your undies, remove your t-shirt ; she explained. I became scared, and stood froze. Because I wasn’t wearing anything, I meant the undies, there was nothing inside. Seeing my reluctance, aunt came forward and herself tried to remove it. She only pulled up my t-shirt a bit and found out what’s wrong. One day, I was alone in the house. My parents had went to a party the night before and both of them were off to work that day. I had a holiday break after completing my school exam. I went into my parent’s bedroom to find if there was any mom’s clothes I could try on.

The best of what I’ve read till date, intact I was visualising ever scenario, the house, the all pink room, her camisole, the chains, dresses even the kerchief one. Was a pleasure reading, the narration was perfect and the differenciation between the dialogues from person to person was just like talking from first person perspective. Just loved it, felt very sad for the boy. But again that is THE story so can’t imagine anything else. Felt very sad in the ending, “when the aunt said Blood”. Transgender stories have not always been welcome in the mainstream; indeed, after decades of horrific discrimination, trans authors have shown remarkable resolve, continuing to fight ardently for their voices to be heard. Today, the tides are finally turning in a manner that’s long overdue, with authors like Imogen Binnie and Meredith Russo forging a more hopeful path for trans and cis writers and readers around the world.I started crossdressing at a young age. A movie I saw once about a boy who was dressed as a girl by his mother got me very curious about dressing up. One time, I secretly got dressed in one of my mother’s dress when I was 12 years old. I simply loved the sensation and my desire to feel & look feminine grew with time.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, you should have said it before; aunt continued the beating. By the time the counting has reached seventeen, my balance was lost, legs slipped and the whole body hanged just on the hands. I was going easy on you, and you cheated me, let’s see what happens then ; she grabbed my hand, and marched me to my room. I started getting ready without wasting time. I started with makeup, then undergarments and a pink bodycon dress that I recently brought in. I finished my transformation with a blonde wig, pantyhose and high heels. It was surprising to see my reflection in the mirror as a girl. I thought I looked cute. When I was not working, I would spend most of my time inside the apartment dressing up and having girly time with myself. I got really good at makeup, walking in heels and other girly stuffs. The only thing that was left for me to do was to go out in public. But it was just too scary for me and also because my apartment was on the 4th floor of the building where there were other families living in the building too. I would surely get caught if I tried so I didn’t really attempt to go outside but I really fantasized about people seeing me as a woman. I was having so many thoughts inside my head, did the delivery guy really think I was a woman? or did he notice I was actually a guy? Could I really pass as a woman? Would the delivery guy tell other people about me?. It took me a while to calm down and accept what had happened to me. That was my first encounter as a woman. Now when I think about it, I am happy that it happened with me and something that I will never forget.I woke up with the sound of my doorbell. I looked at the watch and it was around 9 am. I was pretty sleepy so I tried to ignore the bell but it kept on ringing. So I got up, went to the door and opened it. There was a delivery guy and he greeted me with a smile. ” Hi Mam, we forgot to include the receipt with yesterday’s delivery. So, I am here to give you that.” and handed me the receipt. How dare you to stop me? Aunt barked and took the cane. Come here; she pointed towards the floor in front of her. And I walked towards her, with my shivering legs. I heard her car starting, and slowly, the sound faded. The day passed, by me trying to figure out, what’s just happened. A skirt? Dress? What just aunt said? I thought a lot about it. My tummy ached a lot, and I made up my mind to go downstairs in the evening. But all my wait lost in vain, because aunt didn’t come for me.