Actually, I had a completely different ending planned for this, but it was bit ‘dark’ (maybe more than a bit), and I was confused about the reception it will get. So, I finally settled on this one, and rewrote some of it, to make it match. If the original was in place, I’m sure you would’ve liked it. As for now, there is no plan to have a sequel, at least for the distant future. I was trapped, my legs froze, and I looked at her helplessly. Aunt gave me a gesture to come upstairs. With my heavy legs, I walked slowly towards her. Slap! I was just close enough, when her hand landed over my left cheek. Aunt swished the cane and a huge strike landed on my legs. But instead of helping, it made things worse. I screamed in pain and struggled to get up. At last, she herself helped me to stand up and asked me to walk, by pointing towards the door. Slowly, I tried, but tripped instantly. Aunt get hold of me and helped me to get downstairs. But aunt, I don’t have a skirt; I said, then closed my eyes and waited for her slap. But don’t know why, she didn’t.

I didn’t know what was on her mind, but still lied on my front. D on’t try to get up; she said. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami. It was late afternoon when Candice left the house. Her father had seen her to the door. There was a worried look on his face. After the waxing, her hands went for my hair. It was already short, and thus, her options were limited. It’s called pixie cut; when completed, she said, and my hair was then washed, cleaned, conditioned and dried. It was time for the brows and she did spend lots of time on it. Meanwhile, she called someone else, to do my manicure and pedicure. Soon the brows were over, the make-up was started. And when it was completed, the nails were turned red, which matched with my lips. The tattoo artist didn’t say anything because, aunt must’ve paid him a fortune to keep his mouth shut. Which obviously makes him immoral and greed. But that doesn’t change anything, no one said boys can’t wear bra, now wear this; she came forward and tried to remove my new silky undershirt.Besides, it was never meant to be everyone’s cup of tea. Like I said it several times before, it was as an ‘experimental tryout’, a stepping stone into my BDSM category. Two three stories are planned, but no ETA though. Aunt, please; my sound faded. The pain was too much, and water was flowing from my eyes, nose and mouth. I became happy. Thanks aunt; I replied. But little me doesn’t know that, my happiness won’t stay long. How’s it? Do you like it? She asked me by placing it in front of her, but, I didn’t reply. I was always thought of buying you dresses, better late than never; while helping me with the dress, she stated. Slap! Her hand landed on my left cheek, again. Second, it’s not undershirts, they are camisoles; she said.

Wear it now; aunt shouted, and handed me the bra. Without much option left, I took it from her, and wore it reluctantly. Girl’s room? She completed the words for me. Pink is my favourite colour, thus, during the refurnishing, I never thought about a different one. When the walls changed, the rest of the items seemed odd, so one by one, I replaced them with the matching ones; she stated.Andy produced a variety of support garments, silicone hip pads, silicone breasts etc and carefully explained how they were all used. My femme name is Shannon.. I’m seventeen and have cross-dressed for as long as I can remember. At 6 years of age I put on my older sister’s dress – she’s about a year older then me. And you are right – again. Because, when the police arrived, he was far too intact, and even psychotic. But what happened to him after is the story for another day. Well, I hope that clears all your doubt. Thanks for penning the detailed comment. I am glad you did. 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.

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