I was clueless as to that. Debbie on the other hand sat and ate her lunch and said nothing but listened to the Girls teasing him. He was led over to the rack of Uniforms and Sister Cheryl selected a Pink chiffon Dress and it was put over his head and pulled down into place and his petticoats were fluffed up and the Sisters admired their work and agreed he now looked more acceptable. And thank you mommy, I have always wanted to have a Uniform just like the other Girls get to wear and now I can wear them too. It wasn't even unusual for me to on occasion try on other girls skirts or dresses in the privacy of their rooms. I worse a dress all the time and quite enjoyed it. We went through the classic phase where she stole my clothes and in retaliation I may have borrowed a thing or two of hers.
Next day at work, I saw him and he said nothing about it to me and continued to treat me normally. I chose to stand at the window all the way home. I have read a few fictional stories on the Internet of forced femanizing of boys, where they are forced to dress as a girl against their will. Nothing was done about it because of three reasons; My mother was a single mother, with no spare money for expensive medical procedures. One Saturday my mom and dad left to visit some relatives and I begged off siting some sports activity or another. The Sisters ripped off his clothes saying "you won't be wearing these at school for a long while.
Why do you think I was playing netball anyway? Please mommy, don't do this to me. It was a bastion of comfort, positivity, and acceptance. Fooled into Bed with My Sister. One evening I went off and dumped all of my boys cloths in a clothing bin.
I was very relieved to have a positive ending to this incident. I felt six inches taller, a wonderful feeling of being hugged all over, and the tight support of my genitals was a feeling that I would never forget. The following Monday, David left for School and as usual picked on the girls on the way unaware of what was in store for him if he was caught. Her little baby fingers were chubby and not dexterous enough to put the teeny tiny Bratz tube tops on the dolls. I heard the door open. The Girls laughed at Carol and asked if he had had a Bottle of formula lately.