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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 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.
I started to panic, was she going to put me in nappies too, could I tell her not to. She came with another big pink towel and as I stood up she easily lifted me from the bath wrapping m e in the towel. I felt my face flush as she led me back saying she was going to dry me then put me in some nice cosy jammies, I let her dry me and as she put the towel on the bed that was when I noticed the folded nappies and baby powder that just waiting for me. She patted the towel and I instinctively lay on it, she shook baby powder on me telling me to lift my legs so she could powder my “ little botty “ I lifted up and felt the baby powder fall on my bare ** she pushed the nappies under me then lowered my legs before pinning them tightly at my waist then opening a pair of white plastic pants and feeding my feet into them before pulling them up my thighs and over my bulky nappies. I felt totally embarrassed and couldn’t look at her as she said what a good boy I was being. She sat me up then ordered ‘ arms up ‘ I felt her pull a top down and as my head went through it I saw a very childish pj top with a little drill round the waist and cuffs as she did the button up behind me I could see myself in the mirror, how babyish did I look, I looked around expecting to see some pj bottoms but there was nothing. I felt so embarrassed as I waddled into the lounge and saw Lesley sat on the sofa blushing as he was dressed the same as me There now I have two nice clean little boys. The following morning was when I was put in my first pair of little girls cotton knickers and a dress as Lesleys mom told us to be good little boys. This was the start of weekend sleepovers and my fascination of being dressed as a little girl. Suddenly at home my boxers disappeared and were replaced with knickers, nothing was ever said as I got used to wearing them