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As a young boy age 7 I was made to wear girls clothes
Shortly after I had my seventh birthday me and my twin sister had to go to live with our aunt. All was OK it came to me going to bed I my mum and dad let me just sleep in my shorts. When my aunt came into the bed room she so I only had my shorts on and said come on get your pjs on I told her I don't wear them only shorts to this she said on I not have you only wearing shorts to be I said OK I put a t/shirt on to this she replied No so I said well that all I got to she then turned to my sister and asked if she had brought more than One of her Nighties to which she she said yes. My aunt told me I would have to wear that I was not happy but once my aunt had spoken that was it no backing down.So I had to wear one on my sisters Nighties this was OK as not one else would no.
After a few days had gone by my case with my clothes in was getting empty one morning I got up and went to look for some clean underpants my aunt came into the kitchen and asked me what I was looking for why was I not dressed I said I looking for clean underpants ! she said o sorry I not washed yet as the weather been bad. She said I have to wear a some on my sisters to which I told her no way I got school and I got gym. After a few seconds I knew it was no good saying no as my Aunt would win in the end so I had to wear my sisters knickers to school.
Well when I came to gym class and getting changed I had forgot that I was wearing my sisters knickers. I was in the changing room just as I took of my shirt I remembered I was wearing my sisters underwear I froze and tried to make to the toilet cubicle but on my way our teacher cam in and shouted at me where you going I tried to say going to toilet but he said no get changed and get in the gym well my heart sank as I knew all the outer boys would see my what I was wearing. As they has flowers all over them well I tried to take my shorts of with the knickers at the same time but just as I thought I got away with it the boy next to me spotted them I thought god he going to say some thing but he did't
When I got home I asked my aunt if she done any washing she said no my heart sank as I knew I have to wear my sisters clothes again.
Over the next few days I ended up wearing more and more of my sisters clothes she had brought lots more than I had.
The weekend came and my aunt did some washing I thought good I going to have my own clothes back to wear well that did not happen as my aunt only washed her clothes and my sisters not mine so the next week I ended up wearing my sisters clothes every day this went till I was 17 and got a job away from home.
As a result even now I still wear knickers and a nightie but that all every thing else Is men's
I too was treated this way from the age of ten. I had to go and live with my auntie, she was very strict and i was under no illusion that i was to do as I was told. My clothes were replaced with clothes more suitable for a much younger boy, no long trousers or jeans, just shorts with no front opening and knickers that were to enforce me to sit like a girl to pee, and most humiliating of all nappies and "rubbers" with nighties for bedtime "just in case and also she knew what little boys did in bed." A couple of smacked bottoms soon taught me it was futile to argue with auntie and early bedtimes were also imposed , and many times I was seen in my nappies and nightie and have to tell the visitor why I still wore nappies.
As I grew older my auntie kept a strict eye on me, she took to keeping my body totally hairless pubic hair was not needed, and I was bathed by her, I was not allowed to toilet on my own , my shorts got shorter and often I got my hands smacked for trying to cover my knickers. I hated the six years I lived with auntie.
I too was treated simularly at the same age by my no nonsense mom. I had a habit of touching and pulling my privates in my pockets so after being chastised so many times my mom decided to sew up the pockets of my trouser and also she bought me new underwear, girls knickers ! She took to washing and bathing me daily and as an added humiliation she plastered my little peepee back between my legs to ensure I sat to pee. The first day I wore my knickers I argued about them which resulted in me being put in babyish thick toweling nappies and milky white plastic pants, It was a Saturday so I was not allowed anything to cover them, she kept me dressed in just my pj top and my babyish pants. I complained bitterly but she told me as I didnt want my knickers then I would have to do with my nightime underwear, I asked her why I needed nappies and she calmly told me she knew what I had been doing in bed at night and as she couldn't trust me not to take the plaster off my ** and sitting to tinkle she thought it safer that I was put out of temptation, she added that I was to tell her when I needed the potty but at night I was to use my nappies, instilling in me the consequences of taking my nappies off. I was kept in nappies till the following Monday morning when I was again given the choice of knickers or nappies to go to school in, it was naturally knickers and as she dressed me I found out my trousers had been altered, the front zip removed and sewn up and elastic put in the waistband to ensure I sat to pee. every morning my clean knickers were put on me together with a panty pad inside them, I was thoroughly washed like a two year old toddler and powdered to help hide to smell of my previous night wetting and as I reluctantly accepted my new style underwear I was allowed to use the toilet after I had been schooled about my hygiene, many times mom would do a spot check to make sure I had wiped and dried myself after my toilet trip.
I too was made to wear girls knickers at the age of eight by my friend’s mommy as I went to a sleepover one weekend. I knew he was a bit shy but didn’t really know why, but suddenly after she had picked us up from school she told “Nicky” to go and change his school uniform I went to go with him but he nervously told me to wait for him downstairs. As I sat I could hear a heated discussion and I heard his mommy ask him if he wanted a smacked bottom, his reply was no mommy then she said “ there nothing to be shy about it’s just an ordinary dress and we’re not going out so only Me and your little friend will see it and who knows perhaps he might like to have one on too”. I heard him whining about her doing he’s hair ( suddenly I realised he had a girls haircut) Ashe came down he was blushing as he told me his mommy wanted me adding that he was sorry at the top of the stairs his mommy said “ come sweetie lets get you changed”, I pushed as I let her undress me completely then as she held a pair of knickers in front of me I stepped into them, she put a little girls vest on me which was short and didn’t meet my knickers the she dropped a dress over my head and I instinctively pushed my arms into it, it was short and reached mid thigh as she buttoned it behind me before reaching under it to give my knickers a final tug into position. She stood me Infront of the mirror and unlike Nicky I looked like a little boy in a dress as I blushed and thanked her remembering what my Mom had told me about my manners she smiled and asked if I liked my outfit adding that I looked so cute. My knickers felt tight and my peepee felt uncomfortable trapped against the front of them and as I made to move it she told me to hold the front of my dress up,I watched in the mirror as she pushed my knickers down then pushed my little peepee down before pulling my knickers backup Looking over my shoulder she asked if that was more comfortable, I replied thank you Mrs James, good girl was her reply
Patting my knicker clad bottom she added that she would remember later when she got us ready for bed I blushed as she led me by the hand down stairs bare foot and nothing on my legs, it felt weird having the hem of my dress tickling the backs of my thighs and feeling the cool air on my knickered bottom. As I sat on the sofa next to Nicky my dress rode up my thighs as he told me my dress was to small for him and didn’t cover his **, I thought it only just covered mine as he started to stroke my hairless thigh working his hand up to my knickers, I blushed as he asked me if I had pretty ** on or school knickers, I didn’t want to make a fuss as he pushed my dress up exposing my knickers. I sat there frozen as my knickers were on display
Later that night after I was bathed I was put in pretty little cotton nighty with matching ** over a little girl pull up complete with little printed plastic ** being warned not to take them off. That weekend I discovered I felt so comfortable in girls clothes and I didn’t feel embarrassed in my wet babyish ** the following morning as I wandered down to breakfast with sissy Nicky and as I sat at the table I felt my little peepee squirt another warm tinkle into my padded ** and I had no wish to try and stop it. We were both put in fresh pull-ups and babyish plastic ** under our shorts and taken out to the park, later I needed to pee and Mrs James calmly told me to use my nappy, I got upset and she took me on her lap telling me to be a good little boy and do tinkles, she rubbed between my thighs as I fought to hold it back but suddenly I felt it burst and as I blushed I heard the tell tale hissing as she said” there now that’s not so bad is it. It’s always hard the first time baby but you’ll get used to it. Nicky came and asked if I was wet, his mommy confirmed I had just wet my ** ,I felt my face burning as she squeezed my soggy **. I came to love those sleepovers.
I was twelve years old when I was put in a little girls nighty by my friends mom after mo had forgotten to pack me any pjs for the weekend sleepover. Lesleys mom was quite strict with him and he seemed to be a bit of a mommy’s boy, when it came to 7pm she told us to go upstairs and start and get undressed, I asked him if it was his normal bedtime, he said 8 pm was usual but Friday night was one of his bath nights and blushing he told me his mom still bathed him. As he took off his trousers I noticed his unisex briefs and that they looked like girls knickers , his mom called for us to hurry up, I whispered to him I had showered that morning blushing hoping his mom was not going to bath me. His mom came and asked what was going on, Lesley told her I had showered today but she smiled at me and asked did I not want a nice bath to help me sleep, she slipped Lesley s briefs off him like he was a toddler then turned to me and pushed my boxers down, I instinctively stepped out of them while trying to cover myself she folded them up and put them in my bag adding that she didn’t agree with little boys our age wearing boxers
She took hold of one of our wrists and led us in front of her to the bathroom, Lesley asked her if we could play in the bath after she had washed us, I blushed thinking about being washed like a toddler, once in the bath she had us stand up while she thoroughly washed us she told us we could have five minutes playtime while she got our jammies ready. Lesley was muttering on and I thought to myself why l was I letting her treat me like a toddler I had been washed like a two year old, his mom came back with a big pink fluffy towel then lifted him out of the bath wrapping him then leading him back to the bedroom, I heard him say he didn’t want baby powder on and could he not have his nappies on either. His mom told him to stop being silly he was having them on whether he liked it or not.