Crossdressing Stories: Apology Accepted (Crossdresser Stories Book 16)

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You both look fabulous,” said Krista, “Your cab’s here, now get off the pair of you and have a lovely lovely evening!”. Later I was watching tv, my dad came and sat beside me said “I don’t understand this, will you tell me about it?”

Perhaps you leaned too hard on the number of beating; still, you did a great job in building suspense. Also, If the aunt went to an office her social skills had to be sufficient to survive. What did she do? It certainly captured my attention. From a medical standpoint the severe wounds would create secondary problems. The child’s health would degrade over what I perceive as a couple of months. I jerked, cried and tried to get up, but aunt stopped me. Don’t, you will get more ; she said, and gave me another huge strike. Tears flowed down my eyes, and I crushed the bed sheet with my bare hands. Remembering a Weekend I Spent in New York City As a Woman … with a Man Edward smiled again and put his right arm around my shoulders, pulling me towards him while we walked. He raised his left hand to hail a cab. Edward had mistaken the exact location of the jazz club. He did t...

I heard her car starting, and slowly, the sound faded. The day passed, by me trying to figure out, what’s just happened. A skirt? Dress? What just aunt said? I thought a lot about it. My tummy ached a lot, and I made up my mind to go downstairs in the evening. But all my wait lost in vain, because aunt didn’t come for me. Yes aunt; I replied, and stood like a mannequin, when aunt took my hands one by one and placed the straps into it. Aunt, I did nothing! I took my stand. But instead of telling me anything, she asked me to put the bottle down and turn around. The next morning, aunt woke me little early. In her hands, there was a small box. I didn’t get what’s on her mind, and looked at her puzzled.

A week flew by, and the same continued every day. My already lost hope faded, and I accepted my fate. During those times, the routine really caught me, and began doing things myself. Like, I myself walked towards the wall before beating and never resisted while tying. Even though, the need for kerchief was long gone, because I stopped crying, but aunt stuffed them anyway and I always opened my mouth for her. During rains, when not tied to the wall, my head found shelter inside in the alcove, and the rest couldn’t afford it. I wept when the ashes of my once proud clothes, washed away, and it felt like something carving out from me. Slowly, my pretty white dress lost its glory. Some nights, the cold was too much, thus, I pleaded her for a blanket. That won’t happen dear , I will buy you something suitable, like a skirt or dress, but not today, you coming or not? She asked. For me it started in my early teens. I discovered masturbation (wow what a joy!) and womens legs became of particular fascination to me. God they looked so smooth and sexy, how I longed to touch them, to see if they felt as soft as I imagined.

Slap! Her hand landed on my left cheek, again. Second, it’s not undershirts, they are camisoles; she said. Andy produced a variety of support garments, silicone hip pads, silicone breasts etc and carefully explained how they were all used. I know you won’t, but don’t trust you anymore, and this will make sure of it; she asked me to turn. Aunt, please, I can’t take it anymore , it’s too much; I cried. And she stopped, I don’t know why, but she stopped anyway.

One day my whole family was going on a trip to one of our relatives. I somehow managed to stay behind, saying I have a few tasks to finish. It was a great opportunity to take the whole house to myself. So my parents left and I was so excited to get dressed. I really wanted to wear a full make-up from head to toe and spend as much time as a girl. There, I said it, I don’t like her, but recently, she invited us to stay with her for the summer vacation. Mom was busy with her work, and there was no way she could’ve taken a leave. But instead of cancelling her invitation, she asked me to go there, alone. I was dead against it, but always liked my mom, and never said no to her, thus when she asked about it in the morning, I simply half-heartedly accepted. And then the front door opened! My heart raced. I looked around the room and there was literally no escape apart from breaking the window and jumping out. I could tell from the footsteps that it was my dad and he was on his way in. That’s not the way to greet someone, don’t worry, we have plenty of time, I will teach you; while walking towards the car, she said.

Rhosh stood on the edge of the tower in the sky, which peeked so arrogantly but delicately above the sea of clouds. Silent clouds. They rolled across the vision from left to far right where their enormous presence stretched seemingly without end. There would be thunder. Even here standing by her toes above the storms she expected to hear thunder. Nothing. Not even a ringing in her ear. As time went by, I started to sneak into my step mother’s room more often. I tried on her outfits, her makeup and shoes. So, every time I was going to be alone in the house, I would simply dress up. I started to buy outfits, lingerie, hair wigs from online stores and kept everything hidden in my closet. At last, with much difficulty, I learned how to do the curtsy. It was almost bedtime and aunt relieved me from the torture. Ma’am, they are industrial grade, we need to cut them, they are on the way ; she explained. Mom was crying all the time, and tried to console me as well. Ma’am, you need to see this; she showed my tattoo to mom and she busted into tears. Thanks CJ, Thanks for those beautiful words. I’m glad that someone could see this story that way. Right now, I’m busy with my novel, The Competition, that’s why the “ no more attempt” on this genre. Once it’s over, sure I will try my hands on it. Once again thanks for stopping by.

What else you have to do? You are a loner anyway, and two months is a long time. Just g o, and help her, who knows, maybe, this time, she may go easy on you, after all, she is your only aunt ; mom spoke. Now before getting into the aunt’s social skills, you need to know her character. That she is a sadist, who has some great grudge against men, and possibly an extreme feminist as well. With that in mind, we can think that, she is probably works in a woman oriented firm, where she is a pretty big shot. This is my house, my room, my walls, and I’ l l keep it the way I like, you are just visiting. So, either you can shut the mouth and stay here or keep complaining and stay outside; she shouted. Nothing, just asking; mom replied. She did visit my room, and very much liked it. Which, made me became surprised. Of course she will, after all she is a girl; I thought.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. The training was already taking toll on me, and in between the taunts and punishments, I was really a good student. Moreover, I was indeed afraid of her, and the consequences of misbehaving. Thus, when I ran upstairs, I literally ran just like a girl, by swinging my hands and bums side by side. I didn’t have to wait long, and within no time, she came to my room with the cane. We are excited to launch the Crossdresser Heaven store. A collaboration between Crossdresser Heaven and four leading retail providers serving the crossdresser and transgender community. Soon my chains and cuffs were removed, and they were helped me to get up. The female officer pulled down my dress, and straightened its flares. I showed them the hooks on the wall, where I was tied, and mercilessly flogged. It’s okay, we can talk about that later, right now we need to get you to a hospital; the officer said. I nodded my head, and we walked towards the house.