Forced To Wear Her Panties: A Sissy's Descent

Product Information

The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it. Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat. My wife of five years moved her lips close to one of my ears. “You know!” She said, breaking the silence that had been enveloping us for the last couple of minutes. “I guess I have to agree with you. Satin and lace do make a person feel sexy and feminine!” She teased.

And if I’m ever displeased or you ever disappoint me you can plan on being punished!” She told me. “Just like any naughty little girl!” She added. “I’ll make you bend over, then lift your dress up so it’s out of the way and then I’ll swat your bottom with my hairbrush until you aren’t able to sit down!” She gleefully told me.

Literature Text

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. She appeared, and leaned over the mouth of the can. "Well, garbage, we're mostly done, but it's time for a break. Cleanup is a lot of work, especially in these outfits. So, we're going to have a little fun. She held up several lovely toys, including a dildo, a Hitachi wand, a butt plug and a strap on. "Just think - if you were something besides garbage, you might get to see what's about to happen - maybe someone clean would even join in! But we're about to get a different kind of dirty, so..." Then, I got the pantyhose. I had never worn them before but always wanted to wear one. This was my best chance. So, slowly I put them on. I struggled to get it on because the alignment always got wrong. With quite a bit of effort, I finally got the pantyhose on. It was an intense feeling that I had never experienced before. I completely fell in love with how it felt on my legs. Lastly, I put on my mom’s heels and my feet could fit in them. It felt amazing. Oh!” She exclaimed, opening her eye’s as wide as they would go. “Your even harder then you were! Hearing what I have planned excited you!” She laughed for a moment. “Then I shouldn’t have any trouble at all turning you into my little sissy slave-girl should I?” She teased. I needed that hope, because already I wanted to fill my diaper with my bananas so badly: I didn't know how much longer I could hold out.

Time to wake up" I heard Bri say as she is pushing my shoulder. "I'm up" I respond. I look around, to see Bri running out the door. I look behind me and notice that Em is no longer behind me. I look down and unfortunately confirm what I expected: the events of yesterday were not part of a dream. The night gown I had on the night before had risen up all the way to my chest, so when I looked down, my pink panties were clearly visible. I pulled the rest of the covers off. In town, we walked from shop to shop. I was being introduced as Julie and no one seemed to question my being a girl. How exciting it was. In fact, most people thought I was the most attractive. What fun. Sue and I spent the morning flirting with the boys and when the opportunity presented itself bending over counters causing our skirts to be pulled up and giving the boys a good look at our panties. It is amazing what fun it was teasing the men and boys. Clothing that exposes lots of Alice’s body and genitals makes her more vulnerable which is where all feminised males need to be.At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was. days of boredom went by. There was nothing to do but play video games and watch TV. That day I realized that my clothes weren't washed in a while, so I told Aunt Emily to put them in the washer. I also said I was going to take a shower, so also decided to put the clothes in. Aunt Emily said that they should be done before I got out. I didn't really think they would be done, but I trusted her and put my clothes in the wash. About 10 minutes later, I got out of the shower and realized that my clothes weren't even done washing. They would also need to be dried. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. I didn't really want to walk around the rest of the house with only a towel on, so I just called her name from the bathroom. Some of the lovely ladies writing in do give female hormones to their husbands. This does have a massive benefit in promoting the growth of female breasts, reducing the size of their male genitals and making them more female and docile overall. I opened the door, only to see Em and her mom talking in the kitchen. "Come over here" Em's mom said. Great, now I am in trouble I thought, could things get any worse? In the morning I showered and put on the padded lacy bra and panties, white petticoat and the pale ye1low dress. The dress was soft and the petticoat made the skirt full swish as I walked. Auntie Joan complemented me on how I looked. I was getting the idea that she was enjoying me being dressed and acting like a girl. I was enjoying it as I well - for the first time I was feeling so complete and full.

It knows not to make a mess of whipped cream all over my nice floor? It knows not to fill its diapers in polite company?"One day, we got an invitation for a wedding program from a distant relative. Me and my sister were just too persistent not to go, so just my parents were going to the wedding. They would be gone for 3 days as the wedding was happening in another city quite far from where we lived. I was already planning to have some beers and chill with my friends after my parents would be gone. The wedding dates arrived and my parents left.

My own husband was more reluctant and he needed stronger encouragement. I would say that was because he didn’t realise he wanted to be feminised so I had to overcome his inner social conditioning. I was his guide. When someone thinks of an Aunt, they might think of some nice, calm lady in her forties or late thirties. But no, my Aunt Emily was in her mid-twenties and was still nice, but childish at times. Her appearance was okay, but she's my Aunt so I don't think about anything weird like that. She had dirty-blond hair and blue eyes. She usually wore glasses, and she was short. I am about as tall as her, so probably 5 feet and 7 inches. Usually she dressed casually, but when she was going to go out into the public, she was all girly. She would put on a nice dress, and make sure her makeup was perfect. Aunt Emily was very funny and definitely a nice person. Overall, she was still cool to hang around with. I saw the shiny doorknob twist, and then the door opened. Aunt Emily was right there in a red cotton dress, smiling. They were so different! Not rough or clingy like what I wore, but the smoothest, silkiest feeling, like I was wrapped in softness.

About Me

After about a 10 minute drive, we pulled up to the building. The girls and I got out of the car. We were greeted at the door, "Hello girls, who is your friend?" the man asked. "Sarah" I said in a quiet, high pitched voice, not trying to give away my manliness. We continued down a hallway to a table. "Hey Bri" the lady at the table said, "nice to see you brought a friend, how old is she?" "20" I responded. The lady laughed hysterically and handed a paper to Em's mom. Fill this out and she can come it too the lady said. Em's mom pulled us to the side. She didn't even think about Sunday school. She said that since I was dressed like a little girl, people wouldn't think I was 20 and that since I was the same height as Bri, everyone though I was her friend instead of Em's. She said that mass was out of the question and said I had to go to Sunday school instead. She said that if I said I was Bri's age I could at least hang out with her and proceeded to fill out the health form. I try not to think about how others might go on though, I'm sure in the minds of many the next step would involve something of a sexual nature also. The less said about that the better.