p.m.: We get on the phone and furiously make up, deciding that the whole fight was a misunderstanding. It often feels like BF and I spend every waking second together, but he does have his own apartment — a total bachelor crash pad in Astoria — and he is there tonight. My wife was persistent. "Perm your hair again," she said, "and you will be sexy." She was hopeful, and I was nervous. Now you little sissy bitch!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Who’s the boss around here?” She asked. I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was. She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. “That’s right you little sissy c*nt! And since your now my wife! You will do everything a faithful little wife should do for her husband! Understand?” She asked loudly. I nodded. As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.

I never dress Alice in sissy clothing. I feel this is too much of an exaggeration and highlights her as a male in clothing that no woman would ever wear, i.e. it’s male fantasy wear. I want Alice to think and act and become a real girl. All her clothes are from the female sections of online and real shops, albeit very girly. When we got to the car, she instantly asked what I was wearing. I told her the story and how Bri saved me. They told me that it was ok and made sure I was feeling ok. They said that it was another accident and it was my clothes fault. When I was growing up, if I had an accident, I was whipped. Now I have had three in 24 hours, and this family has been so understanding. I was glad I met these people, even under the current circumstance. My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. 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.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. While I knew I would enjoy wearing the pretty clothes, being a boy I knew I had to pretend that I would not like it. A few minutes later Sue (with whom I was quite close) came in and said that while she knew I would not like to wear the clothes it was the only thing to do, and she and Anne would not laugh at me or anything. Anne came in then and promised not to laugh or tell anyone. She said I should put the clothes on, as there was no one else around anyway. They both promised again not to tell anyone and then left me alone. Father, I'm Mrs. Alexander and one of your students is staying with me over the holiday. It seems we left without his suitcase. Did you happen to come across it in the driveway last evening?”

For the next couple of days, everything was quite normal. My sister rarely bothered me and I was pretty much over the things that happened before. They set the can down out here and left me. I'm pretty sure it's been at least two hours. I can hear bird noises and cars going by, so for all I know the garbage is sitting patiently at the curb. Thank goodness for this fan. Katrina is another regular contributor and her case is interesting too as she explains that her husband was interested in an FLR but she took him much further than he was expecting.

I was not sure about going to town but knew I would not be able to get out of it this time. We all headed for the town in the car dressed in our pretty dresses and skirts. I was filled with excitement and fear at some one else seeing me. My cousins told me that I would have no problems passing for a girl and not to worry. I was actually a little frightenend as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up. I was actually a little frightened as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up. Oh hi" Em's mom said. I was unsure what to do. I sunk underneath the blanket, making sure only my head was visible. Em's mom came over to shake my hand. "Mom this is my friend from school, he walked me home after work" Em said. I proceeded to reach my hand out to shake Em's mom's hand. "Why is he wearing my favorite PJ's!!!" Em's sister shouted. I looked down, realizing that when I went to shake hands, the blanked slid down revealing the pajamas. I was frozen in embarrassment.

The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way the two women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I could not help think of the weekend ahead in frillies. Voices were hard to hear through the lid and all the goop in my ears, but there was a lot of laughter, and not a little moaning and screaming. I suppose it could have been faked for the benefit of the garbage, but why bother? We'd played with them before, and I had no doubt that the toys, fingers, and tongues were all being put to proper use. And here I sat in the dark, covered in goo and trapped in plastic, able only to listen. When I buy my coffee in the morning, the twentysomething clerk always gives me a bigger smile than the other customers get. Women look me over head to toe when they see me. Women hit on me. Men hit on me. My daughter's friends tell me I look great. My wife's friends tell me I look great. Longtime female friends assure me that I'm sexy. The girls at the school where my wife volunteers tell me I look sexy. p.m.: Nope — BF is still up for it. I want to, but I feel like I am literally about to pass out. BF tells me he is tired, too. Clothing that exposes lots of Alice’s body and genitals makes her more vulnerable which is where all feminised males need to be.

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What?” I asked her again. “I want you to do all the house chores for the next few days until mom and dad arrives. You know, cook food, do the dishes, do the laundry and everything else.” She said with a grin on her face.