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My Forced Makeover By Mom And Sis

when i as around 17, i was dressing in my sisters clothes for years. without her even knowing.
i always did it when i was home alone. on day the following happend, i was dressing up, pantyhose
thongs dresses, i already have long hair so i dont need a wig. when i was dressed i did my makeup.
i was almost done, when suddenly i heard a door downstairs, hearing footsteps come up. the door 
went open, and there were my mom and sister. the stared at me and then said. we always thought it
would be nice to see you like this. i was ashamed. i wanted to undress but my mom said. no you cant ruin that
makeup. my sister said she would help me to get more girly. i refused. but i was forced by my mother to let my sister help
me transform into a beauty full little girly girl. my sister grabbed my and took her to her sleeping room. there she did my makeup better,
she did my hair after a hour i was done. i asked my mom if i could undress but my mother didnt let me. she made me a girl
and wear girly clothes for two years, and when the year was over i had the choise dress ike a boy and not getting out.
ore continue dressing girly for the rest of my life i whas living at home and get to do what ever i wanted i dicided to be a girl
and now i have a boyfriend who takes me everyday in my behind i love him and i love to suck his **** and swallow his ``````
sweetlittlebitch sweetlittlebitch 66-70, M 3 Responses Apr 20, 2011

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Same I love forceful makeovers when someone ties you up and gives you a makeover and gives you Girly clothes and they wear them or else.

I always wanted my 2 sisters to forcibly make me up like a girl. They did one time have me dress up as a girl. I have to admit I was really cute. They even put a long beautiful wig on me. I started to wonder though, what if I refused? Would they have forced it on me? Would they have tied me up?? That would have been amazing!! I so wish that they had tied me up.

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Great story but your writing needs work admittedly my writing is rather poor too but what is more important than good writing is sharing and thank you for sharing your story.