When I unwillingly removed my sandals, shorts and t-shirt, aunt pulled out something red from the shopping bag. It was a dress, a knee length flared chiffon red dress. I looked at it, and thought about our morning chat. Aunt is the one, who insisted that, I should wear the red undies today. And now I know why, because, she planned everything before. But aunt, I don’t have a skirt; I said, then closed my eyes and waited for her slap. But don’t know why, she didn’t. The boy’s aunt progressively increases the pain further and feminizes him completely, to make him her sissified slave. She could possibly change his gender and age reduction stuff also could have been thrown in…. One day when my parents were out, I went into my Moms pantyhose drawer and pulled out a pair of tan pantyhose. Mmm they felt as soft as I had hoped. By now I was shaking like a leaf, as I rolled them up and then teased them over my toes. Slowly unrolling them and pulling them up my legs.

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. I am sending you two pictures taken last year and I hope to hear from you or any other person that would like to talk about dressing or would like to meet and dress. Toni Shannon’s Transgender Accomplishment: The Next Step

Aunt , I didn’t tell her anything, I attend the call because you guys were chatting, aunt, please believe me; my words trembled, and eyes became filled with tears. What were you thinking? Don’t make me remove your dress as well. You are not on honeymoon; she shouted. And for asking that, she tied me to the wall in tiptoe, completely for a day. My name is Amanda and this is the story of my first encounter as a woman. I have been a secret crossdresser since I was quite young. After I once tried on my sister’s skirt when I was a kid, I just fell in love with feminine clothing and my crossdressing journey began. I would sneak into my sister’s room and try on her lovely outfits when no one was around. When I was dressed like a girl, I felt wonderful.

After the dinner, aunt asked me to stay. I sat on the couch like a lady by keeping my hands over the thighs, and waited for my mom’s call. Mom used to call late, because of her work, and aunt does know about the time. Thus, just before the call happens, she asked me to stand and took the cane. Yes aunt; I replied, and stood like a mannequin, when aunt took my hands one by one and placed the straps into it. I didn’t know what was on her mind, but still lied on my front. D on’t try to get up; she said. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami.That’s not lady like, keep your them together, or you can cross them at knees , I won’t allow any other pose s ; she barked. I tried to keep my shivering knees together, but it didn’t stay in place. Aunt asked me to tie my hands behind the chair. And when I did, one more hit landed over the same place.