And is that what Tom likes? Wearing dresses?" My cross-examination continued. It seemed a little odd for a 13-year-old boy to dress as an eight-year-old girl. 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. 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”.

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. 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.Now sweetie, into my bedroom, the girls have prepared everything for you. I had to lie on a beach towel, while aunt liberally shook talcum powder all over me. Then baby cream under my arms and down there, as she watched my reaction and so did Miranda and Helen. We’ve both agreed that you are to live these next six months as a woman. With my help, you are to become Penny, my sweet and polite niece.”

I was trying to make a phone call, please aunt, stop it ; I shouted. I couldn’t even stand properly and constantly jumped to reduce the pain. Aunt gave me another three more hard fast hits, again. 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. Soon my chains and cuffs were removed, and they were helped me to get up. The female officer pulled down my dress, and straightened its flares. I showed them the hooks on the wall, where I was tied, and mercilessly flogged. It’s okay, we can talk about that later, right now we need to get you to a hospital; the officer said. I nodded my head, and we walked towards the house.Open your stupid mouth; aunt said again. Slowly, I opened my mouth and she stuffed her handkerchief into it. N o one’s going to hear you, but I don’t want to make any chances; she said. As I previously wrote once Michael my husband had become my maid Michelle and moved into the spare bedroom I continued with his feminisation and with the help of my mother put her on a hormone programme to ensure any masculine traits were suppressed and her female traits enhanced. Whilst I had toyed with the idea of chastity the hormone regime and the fact that she was small in that department meant there was no need. However I still had needs that needed to be satisfied so Michelle’s domestic training included providing oral services along with her household duties. My mother helped with the training and benefited from Michelle’s oral skills as well as domestic capability. As I said previously my mother encouraged me to start dating again and I rekindled a relationship with a former boyfriend William. He is a strong forceful man and very much my equal. My mother offered to take Michelle on as her live in maid so I could develop my new relationship with William and to ensure Michelle was fully aware of her new position.

I stared at the picture. Now she’d told me I could recognise the pretty feminine figure as my brother-in-law. "So Greg used to wear dresses as well." It is targeted to a small group of people, who can actually relate and enjoy these kind of stories. That’s why said this, ‘Painful pleasures are for the gifted, if you can embrace them, you are gifted as well’. 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. Aunt, please; my sound faded. The pain was too much, and water was flowing from my eyes, nose and mouth.

What to expect...

Obediently Jodie stood up and sat himself down carefully smoothing the skirt of his dress as he did so. Yes, Psychopath & Painful. I agree to you on both. That’s why the story has a ‘Violence and Explicit Content’ tag to it. Besides, it’s a forced feminization story, why would you expect him to enjoy it?