Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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Just then, we heard a loud noise from the bathroom and then the sound of water. We both immediately rushed to the bathroom to see what was happening. The very first thing that I noticed was that water was going all over the floor, and leaking from the top of the washer. It all started innocently enough. I never meant to do it, it just sort of happened. I got home from school, when I was in the 10th grade. I put my bag down on my desk, and noticed that mom had left the laundry basket on my bed. This was her signal that I was supposed to put the clothes away in my drawers, and bring down any dirty clothes I had. http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/12/sissybilly_101228-018e.jpg )](http://cdpunishment.com/institute/images/2010/12/sissybilly_101228-018s.jpg)

Mistress Rosemarie asked me if I thought a feminine period was still not so big a deal. I cried and said I was sorry and that I would never make fun of a girl with her period again. 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”. She began helping me with my crossdressing and taught me how to do my own makeup and nails. She would offer me to her friend who was a cosmetology student for practice. She would video and take pictures of everything. 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. After lying down along side of me she began to gently move her hand over the obvious lump in the front of my dress. She didn’t apply enough pressure to make me come, but just enough to tease and frustrate me. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth about yourself sometime during these last five years?” Karen asked as she playfully rubbed my dress and slip over my panties.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. Why are all your blinds closed? What were you up to? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know” she said. Nobody would know a thing! Some time passed, and I was still doing it. It was so exciting that I wanted to try to push the envelope, and do something more daring. So I waited for a good time when nobody else was home, and went into Jody’s closet. I dug through all the things on hangers, until I found one of her blouses that might fit me. She didn’t wear it too often (I didn’t think), so she wouldn’t notice it. And there was a red plaid skirt that she used to wear to school, but didn’t anymore. I took to wearing increasingly androgynous clothes, jewellery, nail varnish and a little subtle makeup – being careful not to embarrass my boys at school parents’ evenings – and began opening up about my transvestism to friends and employers.

Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her. Due to my crossdressing habit, I was quite an introvert and shy to interact with other people. I loved spending time alone and just dressing up and trying to look as feminine as I could. I even went out in public few times dressed as a girl and it was so amazing to me.

Please don’t make fun of me Cody, it is humiliating and very unpleasant. You should try having you girlie sissy period sometime. There are things that we as women have experienced and what men from their viewpoint see as very positive things that they want to experience too.