Forced to crossdress

[rah]

I still remember when I was a kid when my sisters and her friends dressed me as a girl. they made me wear a frock and I had long hair. They used to do this quite often take me to the park dressed as a girl. In beginning I felt bad but later it was fun as a kid. I miss those days.

[missjoann49]

I was an only child, and my mother always wanted a girl, my dad used to work alot of nights and weekends. When I was around 3 my mother used to dress me as a girl every chance that she got whenever my dad wasn't home...when I became of school age everyday after school she would dress me as her little girl, this went on until my first or second year of high school...I must say that I miss those days...now that I am in my mid 60's and have gone through 2 bad marriages, I am on my own to do as I please...it has been a long road for me but I decided a year and a half ago to go on hormone therapy through my doctors advice...I can not tell you how much better i feel about myself...in another year or so I will go through the srs surgery and become the person I was ment to be
Hugs to all

[Karren H]

lol..... "Forced"....... the neighborhood girls used to play a game "catch the boy and put a dress on him" and while not the slowest boy in the neighborhood I managed to get caught way more than anyone else.....

[Beverley Sims]

I never got to play that game you describe Karen.
I played mothers and fathers with the girls and they thought I was good because I would always wear the little girls dress for them.
I would get wheeled around in a big pram everywhere and with a dummy in my mouth old women about 25 would say what a lovely sister you have.
I looked a bit big for sucking a dummy though

[Stephanie47]

OK! Now I'm wondering if those little girls, having grown into women, have "forced" their manly men to cross dress. Or, do they now find cross dressing to be revolting? Or, have they dressed their own sons in little girls attire? Unfortunately, I did not have an older sister, female cousins or female playmates. What's my excuse?

[I Am Paula]

lol..... "Forced"....... the neighborhood girls used to play a game "catch the boy and put a dress on him" and while not the slowest boy in the neighborhood I managed to get caught way more than anyone else.....

I've heard of a sport (in Texas I think) where you have to catch a sheep and put panties on it. I think this may just be a regional variation.-Celeste

[~Joanne~]

Fortunately, or unfortunately in this case, I am not the type of person who allows anyone to "force" me into anything. None of my sisters, nor my mom, ever tried dressing me in girl clothes. This came about all by itself. Unexplained and to this day unanswered as to "why".

[rachael.davis]

I've heard of a sport (in Texas I think) where you have to catch a sheep and put panties on it. I think this may just be a regional variation.-Celeste

I hear there's a similar game in Scotland where you have to catch a sheep, and get its panties off

[Foxy Lady]

When my mom caught me in her bra, panties, girdle and stockings at age eight every weekend for three months I had to wear the female outfit including heels. Little did she know that pushed me over the edge and now at seventy I still dress but more often then weekends.

[BillieJoEllen]

As a child I must have given off many clues that I would rather be a girl than a boy. I did have an aunt that forcibly dressed me in my cousin's clothes. I have never been so embarrassed or humiliated in my life. I was taken out to play with a bunch of other cousins - boys and girls. A year or two later she gave me a whipping with a rubber hose. I didn't think she would ever stop.

As a child I would often have to wear my sister's underwear because mine were 'dirty'. I would sometimes have to wear some of her socks also. When I was three and a half I was baptized in a very frilly white dress. I don't remember that but just a few years ago I saw the pictures of me taken that day. I was never embarrassed to be seen playing with girls in my neighborhood and girly things just seemed natural to me. I didn't really understand the difference between boys and girls and was often surprised that some of the girls would get new dresses and I wouldn't. I remember often wondering about that. My father always discouraged me from thinking about girly things and playing with the girls. My aunt dressed me after I came to realize what the boy girl fuss was all about.

[Joanne f]

There was a thread about this some years ago and I can remember a GG member ( I believe it was Demonic Daughter) who brought out a few facts about forced dressing and that it is not always a pleasant situation to be in so although I can see that for many it would sound ideal just remember that there can be bad sides to it as well .

[Aniya CD]

I remember as a nine year old child and my steomother thought it would be cute to dress me up as a girl for halloween and all the houses I went too thought I really was a girl it was weird at the time yet intriguing. then when I was 25 I dress again as a female for Halloween and everybody thought I was my daughters mother .....what a rush,, and I still get great comfort in my self when in female dress. who would have ever thought it, My only problem is my current wife thinks it a sexual thing when actually its the exact opposite, I actually like dressing when I clean house and its like I step into another persons body

[Karren H]

I've heard of a sport (in Texas I think) where you have to catch a sheep and put panties on it. I think this may just be a regional variation.-Celeste

Did I mention I grew up in Houston? lol

[sue ellan]

I still remember when I was a kid when my sisters and her friends dressed me as a girl. they made me wear a frock and I had long hair. They used to do this quite often take me to the park dressed as a girl. In beginning I felt bad but later it was fun as a kid. I miss those days.

do your sister's know that you crossdress now?

sue ellan

wear pretty lingerie. life is too short not to

[Leslie Langford]

When my mom caught me in her bra, panties, girdle and stockings at age eight every weekend for three months I had to wear the female outfit including heels. Little did she know that pushed me over the edge and now at seventy I still dress but more often then weekends.

You had to wear an outfit consisting of female clothes every weekend for THREE months as punishment??? Wasn't that unusually severe?

No disrespect to your (presumably) now dearly departed mother - but the degree of her over-reaction suggests that she had some issues of her own surrounding this, and at the very least, perhaps harbored a suppressed desire to have a daughter which this episode unleashed...

[BillieJoEllen]

Did I mention I grew up in Houston? lol


Houston....we have a problem....

[AltairaMorbius]

OMG!
You want me to put that on?
Please your kidding right?
Does this make me look fat?

[Tracii G]

I hung with girls mostly growing up and did it all the time at their request.
I liked it and they knew it.

[I Am Paula]

I hung with girls mostly growing up and did it all the time at their request.
I liked it and they knew it.

My sister and her girlfriends dressed me, and practiced makeup on me. To this day, if someone walks by me with a dress, I instictively put it on and pose,-Celeste

[Tara D. Rose]

No I have never been FORCED to do it at all. There was one time when spending the weekend with one of my girl cousin's, she and my sister were putting on make up and curlers, yes curlers. (does anyone remember those?). So we all three had a good time doing that. We all sort of laughed like it was funny, but it was more fun to me than funny. But however, I wouldn't mind my wife FORCING, me to get all dolled up and bossing me around for a whole evening. I would like that.

[docrobbysherry]

These stories take me back to my college days.

After our date, we went back to her sorority house and she snuck me in! It was me in a big room filled with coeds. We had a few drinks. They must have put something in mine. When I woke up, I was in full makeup, wig, heels, and prom dress! Tied and gagged, I was helpless and at their mercy!

I used to have that dream a lot! Sigh!

[NeKoi]

wow, forced dressing when young sounds like quite a "nurturing" experience. Too bad i didnt get any of it...

[Carol A]

Only once was I forced when I was 14, mom came home and busted me big time as I was really dressed up. Oh ya she was mad as hell made me strip removed all my makeup and forced me to wear a stright blue skirt and a simple white blouse then off to the cleaners where I had to take her dress in that I had worn and I had to have it dry clean, then off to the store to pick up something for supper and forced to push the cart and put the grocery up on the check out. That evening I was informed if I wanted to be a girl she was going to make me a girl, so the entire weekend I had to dress as a teen ager. WOW the go old days and that was the beginning of CarolAnn the name she gave me.

[Veronnie2]

Having 3 older sisters, and me being the youngest, I was dressed femme every day after school. My Mom worked and my sisters had the job of watching their lil brother. And that they did. From when I was 7 until I was a teen. As they got older, my clothes got more detailed, and yes make up and hair styling. It started me off as a CD, and I do it to this day. My sisters know I dress, and whenever we have family get togethers, we always have a girls night out. My oldest sisters husband also became a CD with her coaching. When I was married, I did not have to come out to my wife as my sisters took care of that part of the job for me. This allowed my wife to become my mentor and also a girl friend. Yes I miss the early days, but I am glad it all happened the way it did. Veronnie2

[rah]

sue ellan no they do not know

[Kate Simmons]

I'll bet that must have been a real "bummer", right Hon? ;):battingeyelashes::)

[tammyfb]

Did I mention I grew up in Houston? lol

Ok, sorry to go off topic but the curiosity is killing me. Karen, how on earth did you get into Hockey growing up in Houston?

On topic though, I was one of those that NO ONE ever forced me to do anything. That was the quickest way to get me to put on the brakes. I would take my beating if needed but I wouldn't give in. Oddly enough though, I have fantasized about that occasionaly. :o Over the course of my life I have found that kind of stubbornness can be good sometimes .... and bad sometimes. :D

[Ressie]

I've only had the fantasy. I was thin and had long blonde hair in my early 20s. I came across an attractive slightly older woman that looked at me and said she'd like to put a dress on me back at her apartment. Since her husband and about 3 of my friends were present I didn't say anything, but inside I wanted to wear her dress so bad!

[Foxy Lady]

I remember mom saying something about that this should cure me of dressing like that.

[Maria S]

lol..... "Forced"....... the neighborhood girls used to play a game "catch the boy and put a dress on him" and while not the slowest boy in the neighborhood I managed to get caught way more than anyone else.....

Certainly beats Kiss Chase

Maria

[stephNE]

When I was young (age 6 or so) there were very few children in my neighborhood, except for the house directly across the street. They had three daughters: one about my age, one a couple years older, and a third a couple years older than her. They always wanted to play "dress up". They never physically forced me to crossdress, but they did tell me I only had two choices: dress as a girl along with them, or go home and play by myself. They dressed me up more than once.

[lynnmcarthur]

Like Karen, I was dying to be picked for dressing

[Sarah Doepner]

I always lost when I was chased around, caught and forced to dress as female by my imaginary friends. Damn them for doing this to me.

[famousunknown]

Forced crossdressing is a fantasy. A bad fatasy? I'll leave that up to you to decide.

[crystalbath]

never been in any dressing games :( think i would have "accidentally" been caught on purpose though haha

[NicoleScott]

Being "forced" to dress usually requires a high degree of cooperation (hence placing "forced" in quotation marks). I've had the fantasy: mowed sexy neighbor woman's yard, invited inside for cold lemonade, clothes all sweaty "let me throw them in the washer real quick", "here, put this on", more and more femme wear, then makeup,wig, high heels, etc., enjoyable conclusion.

May the "force" be with you.

[a1stephie]

Only once was I forced when I was 14, mom came home and busted me big time as I was really dressed up. Oh ya she was mad as hell made me strip removed all my makeup and forced me to wear a stright blue skirt and a simple white blouse then off to the cleaners where I had to take her dress in that I had worn and I had to have it dry clean, then off to the store to pick up something for supper and forced to push the cart and put the grocery up on the check out. That evening I was informed if I wanted to be a girl she was going to make me a girl, so the entire weekend I had to dress as a teen ager. WOW the go old days and that was the beginning of CarolAnn the name she gave me.

Although this never happened to me, I have to confess it is one of my greatest fantasies: to be caught and force-femmed as in your experience. I would have loved it, at least, I would with my mindset now, but not sure about back then. Even if I did on the inside I would have never admitted it. Fantastic thread.

[billiep]

When I was a kid I had a neighbor hood friend that was allowed and encouraged to wear women's undies by his mom and sister. I wasn't allowed at home. Sean and his sister and I sure did have a lot of fun.

[Launa]

I still remember when I was a kid when my sisters and her friends dressed me as a girl. they made me wear a frock and I had long hair. They used to do this quite often take me to the park dressed as a girl. In beginning I felt bad but later it was fun as a kid. I miss those days.

Holy Crow, talk about the good ol days...........

[a1stephie]

It's clearly a fantasy for quite a lot of us in here, but what pleasantly surprises me more is that so many already experienced this for real as a child. We used to have non-uniform day at school when I was a teenager and I remember fantasizing that one day it would be reverse uniform day where boys had to dress as girls, and that I would be kind of force femmes into it. But that I would make a really pretty girl and that the one day woul turn into a semi permanent thing where I would go as a girl for months.
So long story short, you lucky things getting dressed like this in real life!

[Charlene Ogden]

My sister dressed me up once when I was around 7. No wig or makeup but I wore her clothes. I have a picture of it. I was so cute!! The closest I've come to getting forced to dress was when I went to a dominatrix about 20 years ago. She's the one who got me into dressing. She said to me "you should try wearing pantyhose since you like nylons so much". It was all downhill from there :-) Ever since that day, I've fantasized about being "encouraged" to dress. I've had a few moments here and there throughout the years with various hosiery store clerks and even a female TG club owner who have told me that I should dress and keep dressing. This is, of course, after I spilled the beans to them that I enjoy feminizing myself and being encouraged to feminize myself. It's a nice little "high". :-)

[ania]

Probably some of us have forced to crossdress experience, i have a few by my aunt too , i can not remember how much i was happy about it :)

[Andria]

I remember those days.. It was my neighbor that dressed me up numerous times during the summer when school was out. I the beginning it wasn't so fun, but here I am now.. lol

[Rachel32533]

I feel so lucky! as a young boy of about ten I was tall and thin. My mother was the local seamstress in our small town. She would make dresses for all the local ladies. My mother began using me as a prop to piece the dresses together.I would stand on a box and hold the pieces straight or get stuck with a pen. I would sometimes have to put on heels to get the length just right, and often I would need to put on a bra so she could detail the bust seam. At first I protested, but I always lost the fight(lucky). Sometimes I would be in heels, bra and dress when ladies would show up to pick up their dresses. I soon learned to enjoy the feel of nylon and silk, and after a couple of years I think mother felt that I was enjoying it too much and it ended quickly. To this day I thank my mom for that special experiance. She never said anything about that later, but I am sure she knew how much I enjoyed it.

[a1stephie]

What a delightful story. I would have died and gone to heaven for that experience, at least nowadays. Must have been so nice being her mannequin :) too bad she did encourage it, odd in a way since she must have realized to some extent what she was doing to you at the time. At least you had some fun with it. Thanks for sharing.

[missmars]

Its delightful!

[shayleetv]

I don't remember being forced to cross dress. When I was six or seven that was when I realized that there was a clear difference in boys or girls clothes. Up until then I was comfortable wearing one or the other. After that it was fun to be a girl once in a while. It was taken a big step further as a cub scout in the skits for pack meetings where I wore everything wig makeup the works. It was fun then and it's fun now. But there was no overt effort on anyones part to force me, I just cross dressed willingly.

[lisagurl]

my aunt once asked me if i wanted to play dressup, it was silly and innocent i was like 10 but when i went home i wanted to wear my moms clothing, and i did hahahha

[linda allen]

When my mom caught me in her bra, panties, girdle and stockings at age eight every weekend for three months I had to wear the female outfit including heels. Little did she know that pushed me over the edge and now at seventy I still dress but more often then weekends.

Where do you find heels for an eight year old? Or a bra?

[linda allen]

Forced crossdressing is a fantasy. A bad fatasy? I'll leave that up to you to decide.

When I was a young child, perhaps five years old, my mother would sew dresses for her nieces (she had three sons, no daughters). She would make me model the dresses so she could use the chalk thingy to mark the hems before sewing them.

I didn't like it at the time.

I would call that "forced dressing" because at that age you're pretty much stuck doing what your parents tell you to do.

[KatieGG]

I stumbled across this subject when I was first looking for cross dressing infomation about a year ago. I think it would be kind of fun to make someone cross dress. When I was 13-14ish I put make up on a boy that fell asleep in class, he woke up while I was doing his eye shadow. He was pretty mad and I got we both got written up LOL. It was worth it though.

[Robbin_Sinclair]

....I am on my own to do as I please...it has been a long road for me but I decided a year and a half ago to go on hormone therapy through my doctors advice...I can not tell you how much better i feel about myself...in another year or so I will go through the srs surgery and become the person I was ment to be Hugs to all

Why does this sound like a very happy story? Because it is. How my world has changed. Rachel, (my older GG in the little wig store in Chicago) and I talked about people my (our) age who have dreams. So few of us do. Being a crossdresser certainly helps break away from what is known to be allowed to dream. A lovely story. Thank you for sharing your dream. xxrobbin

[a1stephie]

I stumbled across this subject when I was first looking for cross dressing infomation about a year ago. I think it would be kind of fun to make someone cross dress. When I was 13-14ish I put make up on a boy that fell asleep in class, he woke up while I was doing his eye shadow. He was pretty mad and I got we both got written up LOL. It was worth it though.

I am sure it was definitely worth it! I just hope he appreciates that little bit of force-fem nowadays! Maybe it released some latent femness in him...or not. Oh well, nice to know there are more GGs out there that get a kick out of this, because there are plenty of us CDs just dying for this treatment :)

[BillieJoEllen]

When I was a young child, perhaps five years old, my mother would sew dresses for her nieces (she had three sons, no daughters). She would make me model the dresses so she could use the chalk thingy to mark the hems before sewing them.

I didn't like it at the time.

I would call that "forced dressing" because at that age you're pretty much stuck doing what your parents tell you to do.

I always felt like a little girl when I was growing up. I think my mother realized that. My mother too would use me as a dress model. I don't ever remember not wanting to help my mother out. The dresses were for a girl cousin. I don't remember any emotion regarding the wearing of girl clothes when my mother was involved because it was 'just us girls'. I was comfortable with that and actually took comfort in being who I really was. At least for a little while. It was more or less our secret. I now realize that being sisters, my mother confided in my aunt what she had been doing with me. My aunt had a terrible temper and released it on me a few times. She forced me to dress up (see my previous post) one day out on her farm. This is about the time I was first realizing the fact I was really a boy and boys don't do girlish things. About one or two years after that I dressed as a colonial girl for Halloween at my mother's urging and blessing. My father didn't think anything of it either.

[EllieOPKS]

When I was a kid and got in trouble, one of the punishments I would get was forced to wear a dress. The first time it was really humiliating but better than a spanking. The second time I had to wear a dress AND panties. And you guessed it, I started getting in trouble.... a lot :). The coolness of the air in that dress and panties is still unmatched today.

[outhiking]

My mother always wanted to dress me up as a girl for Halloween, but I always chickened out because I was afraid she's see how much I loved it. I had two beautiful sisters, so I think for Mom it was just for a lark.

[a1stephie]

I can relate to that comment about not wanting to show just how much you liked it. I remember when I was about 7 or so my mum tried to get me to wear 'long johns' but I think they were really coloured rights under my trousers to school so id be warmer in winter. I had a lot of trouble putting them on and actually hated it so she gave up in the end. I do remember that she seemed a bit sad about that. She never had a daughter and I know that my parents really hoped I'd be a girl. I think this was a small way in which she could do something a bit more girly with me while being practical too. I wish now I'd let her but if course as much as I later on craved being dressed by her I had this thing that I couldn't let her know how much I liked it.

The only time I ever got busted or close to it was later when my parents confronted me about wearing her panties. I denied it passionately and the matter did t go further, but by then I think she was disturbed about the idea. They tried to write it off as me 'accidentally' wearing them and getting confused. Oh, childhood memories. Nothing quite as exciting as most of these stories though!

[LaLaChic]

As a child, I spent summers at my cousins' house. They had a pool! One time the oldest girl cousin, Jacqui, put one of her summer dresses and a shawl on me because it got chilly after swimming. I was 6 or 7 at the time. I protested at first. She scolded me and warned that I could get sick if I didn't warm up. I loved the feel and I could smell her perfume. The whole family giggled at the sight of me but I didn't care. By the end of the day, no one paid me any mind as I ran around the house and yard in my summer frock. I could have put my clothes back on hours earlier. But no one mentioned it.

The following summer the whole family went on a picnic. I remember laying on blankets with a couple of the girl cousins including Jacqui. She made me a daisy chain necklace. She showed me how to do it and I made her a daisy chain bracelet. Then the other girls put daisies in my hair. They all cooed and told me I made a pretty girl.

Those memories and so strong and so wonderful for me. I miss Jacqui terribly.

[Stephanie47]

It is somewhat interesting to read of the mothers or aunts who punished boys by wearing dresses. When I got out of line my discipline usually was doing some lousy chore, such as scraping wax off the tile floors. Or getting several swats on the butt with a belt. I had no sisters or female cousins, so there was no feminine attire around.

I wonder where these mothers and aunts got the bright idea to humiliate their sons or nephews by forcing them to wear dresses? Was there some history there? Like their brothers or male cousins had to endure the same.

[heathr1]

I was simply asked if I'd put a girl's top on which mom bought. Not forced though.

[heathr1]

Also, Grandma occasionally threatened to put pink bows in my hair, but never carried it through.

[Diane Smith]

Also, Grandma occasionally threatened to put pink bows in my hair, but never carried it through.

OMG, I had completely forgotten until I read your message that my great grandma used to say the same thing (but never actually did it that I can remember). It wasn't in the context of a threat, though -- she never had anything to do with punishing me at all -- it was just because she thought it would look pretty.

Thanks for bringing back a long neglected memory.

- Diane

[heathr1]

I am not sure how much she meant it as a threat or punishment, but saying it seemed very effective anyway.

[becki_too]

who was crossdressed by my older sisters and cousins - can I? Seems like whenever I bring up this topic that other CD's/TG's act like I'm from an alien planet called fictionmania. Granted - the crossdressing experiences for me weren't like fictionmania, but they were often and there were a few times when my sisters threatened me with blackmail if I didn't do certain things. They even gave me a female name. Even though I transitioned I often wonder if I hadn't been crossdressed and feminized so often if things might have turned out different for me. Don't get me wrong - I wasn't forced and I enjoyed every minute of it, but I don't know if things could have been different if...

[JenniferR771]

Me too, my mother at times used me as her dress model when she was altering or sewing an outfit. Or perhaps hemming a prom dress a bit shorter. I remember protesting, but in reality it was a nice feeling. She wanted me to dress for school Halloween, I wanted to--maybe--but I thought she would see how much I liked it, and I thought other kids would tease me if I looked too cute as a girl.

No sisters. not a lot of dresses in the house.

[kellivoegele]

I was never forced, but talked into it. My sister got me to dress up in her old clothes a number of times (She's just over six years older than me). I was either four or five the first time she did it, it happened a few times then stopped for a couple of years. Then when I was either seven or eight, she got me to do it again and introduced me to my brother as Cynthia and told him that I was my girlfriend. She then talked me into kissing him, which isn't a very fond memory for me. Afterwards she told him I came home from the skating rink and told him I had blisters, during this time she used nail polish remover on me. I'm pretty sure I enjoyed crossdressing back then, but today I definitely do.

[ChanDelle]

I think there's a pic of me somewhere in a family album in a christening dress. Is that what started it all?

[gennee]

I came out only 8 years ago in my mid fifties. Even now I wish that a buch of women would dress me.



:D

[Rachel Morley]

I don't have any sisters and my mother never dressed me up as a girl but there was one time when I was about 6 years old that I think was my "trigger".

As children, the kids in our street often played games in large groups. There was one time that I remember when about twelve of us were playing hide and seek. I remember running and hiding in my parents garage with one of my friends Rebecca, who lived a few doors down from us. I can’t remember the exact details of how it happened but, while we were hiding, Rebecca insisted that she dress me in her pink cardigan sweater. I can still recall to this day the intense feelings of excitement and fear that I had when she was doing this to me. I think I was excited because I really liked Rebecca, she was one of my best friends, and I enjoyed her attention. Also I think the fear was borne out of doing something (wearing a girl’s cardigan) that was somehow “forbidden” and also the fear of getting caught. We could have been found at any minute. All I know is that after this event, my desire to want to be girly grew stronger.

Fast forward to when I was 18 years old and I had a girlfriend who was an apprentice hairdresser. She absolutely loved playing with my hair and was always wanting to try out different styles and techniques on me. I had really long hair in those days (touching my shoulders) and she often "made me" have it in a high pony tail or braided and she often colored it and cut into a girls style. She even set my hair once in curlers to give me feminine curls. Not only that she sometimes used to give me manicures and paint my nails. Despite all of this I never got to wear any of her clothes even though I wanted to.

[JaniceP]

OMG Karren, I did the very same thing with the girls on my block!!

Sometimes I would fall down, just like the ladies being chased in the movies. I loved to hear them telling me, "Now you'll be a pretty Girl."

[a1stephie]

Loving these stories! More please!

[outhiking]

I once had a GG friend paint my nails as a lark while we were watching movies with a bunch of other friends. When it was time to remove the polish she "accidentily" used a clear polish on top and then hid the remover for the rest of the evening. Everyone eventually forgot and she did remove the polish a couple of hours later, but boy did I enjoy it while it lasted.

[LaLaChic]

I have had a beard since I was 18. Maybe I keep it to make sure I don't totally go femme in public. Shaving my beard would slow my roll and make me re-think the idea.

When I was 21, my college sweetheart and I were bored. She begged me to shave my beard. She promised me sex if I did. So I did. When I was clean shaven she realized I look better with a beard. My face is not well defined and shaping my facial hair helps. She was disappointed. Then she suggested putting makeup on me to contour my face. I protested no no no. Inside I was screaming YES YES YES.

She applied some concealer, foundation and powder. We both liked the results. Then she had the most deliciously sinful smile on her face. She told me to close my eyes. I knew exactly what she was doing. She put on eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush and lipstick on me. I loved the feeling of those brushes tickling my face.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed. Sometimes she stood in front of me. Sometimes she was perched on the bed. Parts of her body would brush against me while she maneuvered for a good angle. I was so deliriously happy.

When she finished, she held a mirror to my face. She was good with makeup. But frankly I make an ugly woman. She added a scarf around my neck.

Then she held my face in her hands and we stared at each other for a minute. Then she kissed me very sweetly. Then very deeply. My lipstick became her lipstick. We made out for 10 minutes or so.

Then her sister called with an emergency and that put an end to our evening.

She never brought it up again and neither did I. I wish I did. We broke up when we graduated. She went to grad school in the west. I started a career. I've been searching for another woman like her. But no luck so far.

[BlairP]

I've heard of a sport (in Texas I think) where you have to catch a sheep and put panties on it. I think this may just be a regional variation.-Celeste OMG that is the funniest thing I have read on this forum so far!

[DebbieL]

lol..... "Forced"....... the neighborhood girls used to play a game "catch the boy and put a dress on him" and while not the slowest boy in the neighborhood I managed to get caught way more than anyone else.....

I think I was about 3 years old the first time I was "forced" into girl's clothes. At Halloween, mom had made us pumpkin costumes and I had to wear green tights. I fought wearing them at first, kicking and crying. One of the other women from church got mom to calm down and I calmed down, then they put the tights on me. They told me how cute I looked in my tights and then put the costume on. Everybody was really nice to me, we drank cola at the party, and I got lots of compliments.

The following summer, I was playing with the girls across the street, and they decided to put on a circus. They told me I had to wear tights. I remember they helped me to put them on, and I think they were curious about my male parts (and lack of testes). I remember trusting the girls and jumping from the roof of the garage onto a bunch of mattresses on the ground. From that point on, I trusted the girls on the block much more than I trusted the boys. I had been hurt playing with boys since I was about 2 years old, and with girls I didn't get hurt, and we had a lot more fun.

When I moved to a new school, the girls liked to kiss the boys as they came down the slide. When I didn't fight them, and just let them kiss me, they decided they liked me, like one of the girls. We would come home and go to the girls' houses and played with dolls, colored, and played barbie dolls. We traded barbie clothes, and then we started trading clothes with each other. They dressed me up in ALL girl's clothes, including silky panties, tights, a pretty dress, and Mary Jane shoes. They. giggled at first, but they thought I was really pretty. I think I even ended up wearing a wig. I remember feeling very relaxed, like when you are helping someone else, or like when your mother is reading to you, incredibly calm. Instead of wanting to get out of the dress as quickly as possible, I was nicer than ever, relaxed, and felt friendship closer than I'd ever felt before.

I dressed up many more times, until one girl's mom came home, saw me in the dress, and freaked out completely. She told me to get dressed "properly", go home, and never come back again. She then called the other mothers in the PTA and they called the Principal and teachers, telling them not to let me play with girls anymore. When I went back to school the following Monday, the teacher made me go play with the boys, who started throwing rocks at me. I still have a scar from one of the rocks that got me under the eye. Later, after school, they got big sticks and baseball bats and hit me with those. I withdrew, refusing to read aloud or participate in class, because I had no friend anymore. I turned to books, non-fiction (because books about boys or girls were too painful). By the time I finished first grade, I was reading at a 3rd grade level. By the time I got back to school the next summer, I was reading at a 6th grade level. For Christmas I got a chemistry set, (even though I wanted a Barbie Doll and some tights). I learned to make chloroform, explosives, and incendiaries. I learned electronics, and I learned mechanics.

The conflict between Debbie and Rex tore me apart, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I wanted to be a girl so bad I would have done almost ANYTHING to make it happen, even kill myself. During binges involving black-outs, Debbie would take over and be either a **** or a bitch. The **** usually ended up in the coat room servicing any girl wearing a skirt. The bitch would verbally castrate as many men as possible, until every guy in the bar, club, or party, was ready to kill me and anyone I was with.

I WISHED someone would FORCE me to dress up. I had been FORCED to wear BOY clothes, even though I hated them, for many years. I dressed up almost every night, in bed, under the covers. Many times I would deliberately wear girls clothes to bed and hope I would get caught. I KNOW that my parents saw the spaghetti straps of my teddy and my stocking covered leg poking out of the sheets, but they refused to acknowledge it.