Forced To Wear Her Panties: A Sissy's Descent

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It is about time that a magazine like yours featured on the web, and I applaud your efforts to introduce discipline into the household once again. I would like to share my experience with you and your readers: hopefully it will encourage other females to take a firm hand and sissify their spouses. Why are all your blinds closed? What were you up to? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know” she said. One day, we got an invitation for a wedding program from a distant relative. Me and my sister were just too persistent not to go, so just my parents were going to the wedding. They would be gone for 3 days as the wedding was happening in another city quite far from where we lived. I was already planning to have some beers and chill with my friends after my parents would be gone. The wedding dates arrived and my parents left. Excellent,” complimented Aunt Mary, “A little touch-up with the curling iron and our little Chrissy will be perfect”. No way! I won’t.” I said angrily. “Fine, if you won’t then I will tell mom and dad what you were doing with my stuffs!” She said and turned around marching to the door.

I heard a voice coming from behind me. I turned around and saw it was Darcey, a girl who I used to fight with a lot. We teased and bullied each other a lot when weAuntie was apparently subconsciously jealous of me being the only boy in our families and this I guess was the driving force in what was about to happen. It was about this time that a very exciting event occurred. My parents and sisters were going to Queensland for a conference but I had to stay with my auntie to finish an exam at school. My Auntie and two cousins were minding a small farm near the quiet farming village of Jamboroo. Now I've got my long permed hair. Think Gary Oldman as the young good looking Dracula in London or Gary Sinise with long hair and you've got the picture. Toss in a good wardrobe, and I'm looking pretty good.

Aunt Mary interrupted, “Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do, Happy Thanksgiving.”

Ooops, I almost forgot,” exclaimed Carolyn, rushing to the closet once more. After briefly searching, she turned with a small white patent leather clutch and a pair of white glace gloves in her hands. “We can't have you going and forgetting your purse, now can we Christine?” she grinned. The gloves, though snug, fit over my hands, ending just above the wrist in a ruffled lace cuff. Good, now that’s like my good little brother. But there is also one other thing I want you to do.” She said.

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?” What?” I asked her again. “I want you to do all the house chores for the next few days until mom and dad arrives. You know, cook food, do the dishes, do the laundry and everything else.” She said with a grin on her face. Status differential. A dominant lady will wear normal female clothing. My feminised husband has to wear young girl’s clothing or something a little bimbo. Mini skirts, frills and pleats. Pinks, yellows and whites. Clothing is one of the greatest ways to show status differential.

Voices were hard to hear through the lid and all the goop in my ears, but there was a lot of laughter, and not a little moaning and screaming. I suppose it could have been faked for the benefit of the garbage, but why bother? We'd played with them before, and I had no doubt that the toys, fingers, and tongues were all being put to proper use. And here I sat in the dark, covered in goo and trapped in plastic, able only to listen. Well, then you'll freeze your ass off for an hour. Just put on the panties and dress and we'll act like nothing ever happened" she responded, putting the dress closer to me. I called to my auntie to ask where my clothes were and she said that my bag must have been left in my family's car by accident and that they had also left their bag with my cousin's jeans at home as well. "You will have to wear something for the next two weeks and that is all there is," said auntie. I put up some protests and went to my room.