ONE TRAPPED SISSY: From Crossdressing Voyeur to Transgender Slut

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Without her family in the house (remember that Aunt Mary was recently widowed and her daughter was in college on the East Coast), After being shown the way, Carolyn took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the door marked “Ladies.” This is just something i came up with that any one can run with just give credit to those that help i know the Stacey will need a lot of help now. Also, he will be missed at school, homeschooling or not, and there must be someone there, a teacher or another student, who would vouch for his age. He most certainly speaks too well to be considered a toddler, which would also add to his believability when he talks to others. Then there is Tracy, who isn't in on this with her Mom, does not appear to be a cruel psychotic proto-bitch, and has people she can turn to for help, like the girl whose party both of them were going to attend. Well this all started as a joke. You see I was nine at the time even though I looked about four. My older sister thought it would be funny to dress me up as a toddler for Halloween. Well you can guess what happened from there right. No, let me tell you about it then.

Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't wait any longer. “I have to use the restroom,” I finally whispered. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. After everything I had endured downstairs, at least those acts were out of my control as I was tied down and forced to take those dildos in each hole. Now I was going to have to do it to myself just to get out of these heels? My Master continued... As she slid the silky panties up and down along my member, I began to shudder, “Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!” With that, my shaft erupted into the delicate little panties and I collapsed down onto the vanity seat. At this point I considered myself to be a girl. I try to reason with her that Tracy just thought it would be a good costume for Halloween. Mom said it's true but you are being punished for getting into Tiffany’s diaper bag.Carolyn continued, "Chrissy my dear you are probably wondering how I have milk in my breasts. I do have a baby; one of the other maids is looking after him in the servant quarters." Mercy, I don't know why folks think they ~have~ to make this disclaimer. First, it's not at all true. We all make "judgements" every day, and there's nothing inherently wrong with doing so. Rather, I submit that it would be wrong - to one's own self - to fail to do so. Not liking that option, I did my best to force out a whorish moan, the kind I'm used to hearing come from one of my dates, not from my own cum covered mouth. Aunt Mary asked me if everything was all right and I nodded. I now having emptied my bladder could continue on my soft drink. We finished meal and then Aunt Mary called for the bill and then after it was settled they left the restaurant. Carolyn opened the rear doors of the car, the pink Cadillac convertible that had the top up, for her mistress and I. I rested my head on the bosom of my host as Carolyn drove off. Carolyn said, “I think our darling girl behaved impeccably in restaurant. “

Carolyn smiled and nodded as she took my nightie and put it on me. She then helped me into my gown and slippers and then took my hand and led me from the room. We entered Aunt Mary's suite and Carolyn led me to the bed. The room was huge and had a huge four-poster bed against one wall. There were heavy velvet curtains, which could be drawn around the bed. At the foot of the bed there was an elaborate entertainment unit with TV, video and music players. Aunt Mary was not yet in the bedroom. Carolyn removed my slippers and gown and then helped me into the bed. I was in the middle of the huge bed. Carolyn went into the suite bathroom after passing me the TV guide and remote controls. She said she was to get changed herself and also help Aunt Mary. 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?” Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.” As you can guess, it is set up with a crib and changing table. Here I am fighting and screaming that it is not my bedtime and this is not my room. However mom just puts me in the crib and tells me that this is my new room and this is now my bedtime.I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff. Carolyn asked, “How do you think your parents and family will react to you being dressed as a girl?” manner after she told a joke. Carolyn also reminded me of when we ate I was to take small bites and small sips. She got me to drink some water out a glass in small sips.