Margaret pulled out this big envelope and was wearing a huge grin. As they walked down the hall, Margaret turned and gave me a wink. That made me really nervous. Carolyn said, “Well my darling I can give you a few pointers, you don’t need much really as you are so girly.” I never figured my Mom would care so much about having custody of me. She told me it was because she loved me too much to have me turn out like my father. She was very proud of her "little man," and she bragged about me all the time. Maybe she bragged too much, because sometimes I caught Mom's friends and our neighbors rolling their eyes as Mom went on and on about what a perfect son I was and what a great man I was destined to be. Now Prissy, don't be mad. I'll tell you what. I'll go get my old Barbies so that you can play dollies. Playing dollies always makes you feel better, doesn't it?" Margaret's friends laughed louder, and if possible, my face got redder. Finally, it was more than I could take. I had been in enough playground scuffles to know what to do. I easily grabbed my sister's arm and twisted it behind her. She winced in pain. I really didn't like the age of the main character. I specifically write about very young minors, it's true, but my situations are exclusively PG rated. 17 is too young to read stories about intense, fetishized, abuse situations (drugging and kidnapping were enough for me). If I was a less sfw person it would be a total turn off to know I was getting the hots for a minor. Maybe I'm just old enough to know better?

Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all of this? And, more to the point is this I really wanted down deep? Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully, more gracefully took my seat again. I gladly ran to my room, although I hated to leave Mom alone with Margaret and her friends. At least I was away from Margaret and out of that stupid swimsuit. The humiliation wasn't over, though. When I ripped off that humiliating suit, I saw that I now had obvious tan lines from the suit. The outline of that girly two-piece suit was etched into my skin! I was marked as a sissy! This is a fictional tale about a guy, who just wanted to recreate for him self a part of a fantasy story he read. But as we all know things don’t always go as we plan, and this was no exception. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it

Babysitter by forcedfemstorys, literature

But of course, I'm sure she'll want to look and smell her best on her first time out to eat,” Aunt Mary responded, her voice equally serious in tone. Brother, dear, can I give you anything? How about another cookie? Peter, the ball game's on TV. Can I turn it on for you?"

I brought my niece along with me in the car; would it be an inconvenience if we came in and looked for just a minute?” Her full head of long platinum-white hair was fluffed and teased into a huge halo around her head. Myrna had the most beautiful skin I have ever seen on a 60-year-old woman. Firm and darkly tanned, she looked magnificent -- and frighteningly sexy.Margaret just glared at me with a hateful scowl. I could tell she was furious, and I've got to admit, the look on her face scared me a little bit. She couldn't stand that I was showing her up in front of her stupid friends. Still twisting her arm, I marched her over to the door and shoved her into hallway where her friends were already waiting. I felt kind of bad for being so rough with her, but she had it coming. Anyway, I guess it worked; Margaret and her friends left me alone for the rest of the day. After a couple of months my mother decided it was time to show Michelle her new position in the marriage and invited William and I to stay for the weekend. She instructed Michelle that I was to referred to as Miss Veronica and William as Master William and was to be on her best behaviour ensuring she curtsied whenever given an instruction. Whilst William was obviously aware of Michelle and the fact that she was actually my husband, being served by her over the weekend was very rewarding and allowed my new relationship to be firmly displayed to Michelle. I must admit I found it all quite exciting for William and I to be served throughout the weekend by Michelle which included breakfast in bed (mothers idea). My mother had to confess that she found it thrilling getting Michelle to prepare the guest room for William and I making it clear to Michelle that her daughter would be enjoying the benefits of a strong virile man throughout the weekend much as she had done for the last couple of months and more than likely as she would for the foreseeable future. He's wrong, and he doesn't know how he can lead an Angel to their death. Not one so familiar, not one so easy to yearn for.) Series Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?” Aunt Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud.

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The Lab (part 1) by forcedfemstorys, literature

Carolyn asked, “How do you think your parents and family will react to you being dressed as a girl?”

Just then Jill returned and stood in front of me. Looking me straight in the eye, she gave her final instructions before departing. Mom chimed in sternly: "Well, for your sake, I hope you learned your lesson! The judge was absolutely right; no more denial. I've had all week to think, and I'm absolutely furious with you about deceiving me - your own mother! - all these years. What an idiot I was! All that time I bragged about what a perfect son you were. Little did I know that you were playing your disgusting little dress-up games whenever I wasn't around. You're a complete disgrace. You made a fool out of me, Priscilla, and believe me, I'm not going to forget it." Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took great delight in my misfortune. “Don't look so sad, Chrissy; there'll be time enough to try on all sorts of pretty things now. It'll be just like having a real live Barbie Doll to dress for a few days. Come Monday, I'll wager you'll feel terrible wearing nasty boy clothes.” I knew that was true as these clothes they put me in were so much nicer and softer than my own. My mind reeled and I couldn't believe my ears. "What the... you're lying. That stuff's not real! Who would sell something like that?" A nice looking lady opened the door she was maybe in her late twenties, early thirties. The lady went wild over the person who looked like a 2 year-old baby girl standing in front of her. She looked right at him saying, “Oh-My-Gosh precious, you look so adorably cute, and absolutely darling in your frilly little outfit. Wow look at all the lace & bows, you must just love being dressed up so cute. Oh look at that you’re even wearing a diaper, and rubber panties on under those cute looking rumba panties aren’t you? Oh how cute is that? Jane then said a control phrase to her husband. “Sweety Pie” don’t you have something to say to this nice lady? She wanted her new baby husband to say something special to this lady who had answered the door, and the control phase made sure he said what she wanted him to. She made sure that he first gave a very cute little curtsy, and then using his best baby voice, with the lisp. He said to the lady, while still keeping his pacifier in his mouth“ “HI Ms. Lois”. “My name is “Baby Pricilla”. “Mommy said we had to stop by so I could show you how cute and adorable I look now. I feel so cute in my new frilly outfits that mommy makes me wear”. “Don’t I look really pretty”? “I’m so sorry, but mommy says from now on I can’t come over to play with you anymore, because that would be wrong”. Mommy said that I was a bad girl for doing that. So from now on I have to stay home, and be mommies cute little baby girl. The only fun I can have now is to please mommy & her friends when ever she wants, and play with all my dollies, while I sit in my playpen”. “I am only allowed to do what mommy tells me I can do from now on”. Then little Pricilla gave another little curtsy.The judge looked slightly less angry, but she wasn't done. "I see a lot of troubled teenagers in my courtroom, and almost all of their problemsólegal and otherwise-- stem from a failure to accept responsibility for their actions. You're no different, trying to blame your condition on your sister. I won't tolerate it!" Remember everything I told you, Sissy. You are to obey mother as you obey me. Do everything she tells you, and don't give her a hard time or you know what will happen. I expect to get a good report from her when I return." It seems that this day she was taking her little baby girl; all dressed up cute, and adorable, in her best party dress for a special ride. They ended up at this well to do townhouse complex. She stopped the van in the drive way out side of a nice looking townhouse. She beeped the horn twice & the garage door opened so she could pull in. once inside the garage door closed behind her. She got out and came around to the side of the van to open the sliding door and released her new baby from the car seat. She whispered a word in his ear, and he started to act like a 2 -year-old little girl, who talked with a really bad lisp. As she got her baby out of the car seat he grabbed his dolly and asked mommy, do I look really cute mommy? His mommy told him oh yes dear you are the cutest baby girl ever. To which the husband, who was now acting like a little 2 year-old-girl giggles and clapped her hands happily. The wife had her new baby turn around so she could attach a long pink leash, as she let the baby out of the van. She reached over and placed his large adult size penis pacifier hanging on a ribbon from his dress in his mouth. Then she had him walk over to kitchen door entrance in the garage and ring the bell.