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All I did was shoplift a few things from a department store, and the
next thing I knew, I was in big, big trouble with Mom. I got into
trouble before but never anything this bad. Mom immediately grounded me
and made me quit my baseball team, which really killed me. I loved
playing ball with the guys and I was a pretty good fielder and I was
batting over 300. But that's all in the past. I haven't held a bat or
seen any of my friends since my punishment began a few weeks ago. This
was some spring training.
At first I thought that was the worst punishment imaginable but boy was
I wrong. One day in the second week of my punishment, I was a little
late coming home from school and mom was pissed even more. So, she
dragged me upstairs, told me to shower and come into her room in my
robe. When I entered her room I saw she was looking in her drawers for
something. She turned holding a pair of pink panties in her hand.
"Here, put these on. I'll teach you to disobey me. You want to see
who's the boss, you or me? Well now you'll know for sure that I wear
the pants in this family."
Even though I begged Mom not to do that to me, she wouldn't change her
mind. In a matter of minutes mom had me wearing one of her old dresses
too. Once I was all dressed as a girl, mom informed me that she planned
to dress me in girl's clothing from now on. I was to wear whatever
outfit she decided each day when I got home from school.
"I want you all dressed when I get home or else! I'll get you a few
things that fit you better tomorrow."
Sure enough the next day when I got home mom had set out another pair
of underpants and a dress. Worst yet, Mom would not tell me how long
she planned to keep me in girl's attire. I hated wearing all those
stupid clothes especially panties, but I didn't have any choice. Mom
said that was my punishment or else I would end up being a criminal and
find myself in jail for stealing. Mom said she should send me to school
in a dress but I didn't think she could get away with sending me to
school dressed like that. At least I hoped she couldn't.
That day when she got home she had a few shopping bags that I knew
contained things for me to wear. So every day after I got home from
school, I had to put on one of the dumb dresses she bought me, along
with the appropriate underwear. I was surprised and worried that mom
bought me so many different things, including some girl's shoes. Having
that many outfits meant I was in for a long punishment.
Before I continue telling you my story I should tell you a little about
myself. My name is Danny. I'm thirteen years old and in the eighth
grade. I am a fairly normal teenager who likes music, sports and just
hanging out with my friends. I have a younger brother Mike who's eleven
and a real pain in the butt. He always wanted to be just like his older
brother. At least he did before mom started putting me in dresses and
calling me Danielle. Now he no longer wishes to emulate his big
brother. He just enjoys tormenting and teasing me incessantly, but mom
warned me that I better not hit him or do anything. If I did I would
find myself in dresses forever.
My mom works part time in my school. She's like a secretary or an
administrator or something. I always hated having her there since she
could keep tabs on me all the time. My mom and dad have been divorced
for almost as long as I could remember. Mom is always telling us that
dad was a macho jerk and that's why she divorced him. Mike and I only
get to see dad for a week each summer since he lives cross-country.
Mike and I always enjoy spending time with him. We go camping, hiking,
fishing, all cool stuff
Anyway, back to my current problem. Since mom makes me come home right
after school and change into girls clothing, I became a recluse.
Quitting my baseball team really killed me and my friends are beginning
to wonder what's going on but I can't tell them the truth. I'd rather
die. I'm scared to death that if any of my friends found out I was
wearing dresses and stuff, the news would be all over school the next
day! So I just told them I'm grounded.
I'm even dreading summer vacation, which will start in a few days since
I think mom plans to keep me in dresses all summer. But even worse than
wearing dresses is putting up with my stupid brother, Mike. I used to
pick on him all the time; now he gets to make fun of me every damn day.
Last week I found out mom even took some pictures of me getting dressed
up as a girl. Mom told me she'd show them to all my friends if I didn't
do exactly what she said. Mom said I better behave as a good little
girl or else. Girls listen to their mother and don't fight with their
younger brothers she told me. Imagine referring to me as a girl. I even
hate the sound of that word. Mom also was starting to convince Mike
that I liked wearing dresses. She was always saying little things like
that and he actually is starting to believe her. I wanted to scream out
that she was lying but I knew I would be in big trouble if I did that.
Those pictures would be the ruin of me if they ever got out. I realized
then that there was no way I couldn't win.
My birthday is also coming up this week. Mom always made our birthdays
a special event. We'd sometimes go to a movie or a play and then go to
a nice place to eat. One year she even took me to Yankee stadium to see
the Yankees play. Mom would always get dressed up for our dinner and
Mike and I always wore nice clothes too. We didn't wear suits or
anything but nice pants and dress shirts. I hated wearing suits but I
would gladly wear a suit now instead of girl's clothes. I knew mom
didn't have any fancy girls dresses for me to wear so I was pretty sure
she'd let me wear one of nice pants and shirt.
The Friday before my birthday mom told Mike and me to meet her by the
office right after school since she was going to drive us right home.
Mike had baseball practice this afternoon. Mom said she cleaned his
uniform yesterday and it was in his closet. She also told me she laid
my clothes out on the bed at lunchtime since she had plans for me this
afternoon as well. She told us to hurry since Mike's practice was
early.
Sure enough when we entered the room we were now sharing (my room was
being painted), Mike's uniform was in his closet and my bed had a mini-
skirt, a light summer top, panties, bra, pantyhose and shoes. Mom
walked up behind us and told us to hurry. Most times mom only had me
wear girl's panties and a dress so this was unusual for her to have
selected all of this stuff. And since I didn't wear bras and pantyhose
too much, I usually changed into these girlie things when Mike was in
the bathroom or somewhere else. I hated for him to see me putting on
these frilly girl things, especially the panties and bra. He would
invariably tease me whenever I had to change in front of him and I
hated that.
But mom quickly ran into the bathroom we shared to clean it up a little
so I had no choice but to change in our room with Mike. Mike was
smiling at me when he saw me step into the panties Mom selected for me
to wear. I wanted to die as I pulled the pretty pink panties with
little flowers on them up to my waist. I couldn't wait to hide my
panties from his view so I quickly stepped into my denim mini-skirt as
Mike pulled up his baseball pants. When Mike put on his undershirt, I
had to endure his stares as I hooked on my bra and slipped on my top.
Mike then pulled on his white baseball socks and tied his cleats. Since
his socks were a lot easier to put on then my pantyhose, he got to
enjoy seeing me slip them up my legs. I was so embarrassed as I sat on
the edge of the bed and rolled up the pantyhose just like mom showed
me. I slipped them on one foot and then the other.
Since I still was not used to wearing pantyhose, I struggled as I
pulled them up over my knees. Once I got them that high I realized I
couldn't get them any higher unless I lifted up my tight fitting skirt.
I had no choice but to lift my skirt up to be able to get the pantyhose
all the way to my waist. So in spite of my embarrassment I lifted my
skirt, pulled up my pantyhose and then did a little wiggle to get them
snug. I knew Mike would get another good view of my pretty pink panties
but I had no other choice. Mike's giggle left no doubt that he enjoyed
my struggles and that he did indeed get to see my panties one more
time.
As soon as I had my shoes on, Mom grabbed me and led me towards her
room. As we were leaving the room she said in a voice loud enough for
Mike to hear that she would do my hair and makeup like I wanted.
"I know you said you want to look like the other girls in your class."
She was always saying things like that to reinforce the idea that I
really wanted to dress and act like a girl. Once in her room, she sat
me down at her vanity and combed my hair into a feminine looking style,
adding a few barrettes to hold it in place. She then took some makeup
stuff and put in on my face. She said it was just some thing to give me
a little color. I think she said it was blush. She then applied some
light lipstick on my lips and mascara on my eyes. Mom usually never
made me wear any makeup so I wasn't sure why she did it today. I asked
her what she was doing but she told me to be quiet
"I told you that we have plans this afternoon."
As Mike grabbed his baseball glove, mom handed me a purse and said,
"Let's go."
Oh my God, she's not really going to make me go out is she? I mean she
never made me go outside dressed like this before but she sure was now.
A minute later I found myself sitting in the back seat crouching as low
as possible. Mike and mom were in the front seat. I used to always get
the front seat but now that I was dressing like a girl, Mike just took
my place and I was too embarrassed to say something to him.
During the drive over to the field, mom asked Mike if he liked my
makeup. Mike just looked at me a little strangely. "Danielle insisted
on wearing makeup if she was going outside. She said all the other
girls at school wear it and she wants to be just like them, right
sweetie?"
As I cringed at her comments, Mike just laughed at her little lie
(which he thought was true) and said I looked really cute in a real
condescending way.
Once we reached the ball field, Mike jumped out of the car. Mom said we
would be back before the game ended. Mike kissed mom and he waved to me
as he yelled, "Bye, Danielle. Don't let any boys smudge your lipstick."
I wanted to kill him for calling me that name and saying that about me.
Imagine me letting a boy kiss me. Mom just laughed as she told me to
sit up front with her. I almost died getting out of the car for fear
that one of Mike's team mates might recognize me.
As soon as I realized that mom was not heading back towards home, I
asked her where we were going. She then told me we had to go to the
mall to get a nice new dress for my birthday dinner. I don't have time
to buy something without you being able to try it on to make sure it
fits you properly. I was practically in tears as I begged mom not to
take me to the mall since a lot of the kids hung out in there after
school, but she didn't care. I told mom I didn't need a new dress for
dinner.
"I can assure you honey that you will be wearing a nice new pretty
dress on Saturday when we celebrate."
I pleaded with her not to do this to me but she just told me this is
how thieves get treated and it was all for my own good. "I've done a
lot of research on this type of petticoat treatment and I can promise
you it, it works. You were the one shoplifting and being a brat so this
is the price you pay. I'd much rather have a sweet daughter than a
rotten son so you just better get used to acting like my precious
little girl."
I cried and sobbed but to no avail. In a few minutes the car was parked
and we were walking towards the mall.
I wasn't sure if mom was kidding or serious about making me dress
completed as a girl for dinner on Saturday but since I now found myself
entering the mall while wearing a mini-skirt, I kind of thought she
probably wasn't kidding.
As we entered the mall entrance, I quickly forgot about our dinner and
began to worry about running into some of my friends. As we walked mom
was all excited about finding me the perfect dress. I wanted to die
right there but before I could Mom pulled me into the first of many
girl's clothing stores. I was in constant fear that I would run into
one of the girls from school as mom and I went from rack to rack. I
wasn't too worried about running into any of the guys since they would
never be caught alive in a girl's store.
After selecting four or five dresses, mom informed me it was time to
try them on. I almost fainted as she led me towards the ladies dressing
room. The room was one large area with some benches and a few private
stalls at the one end. Those private rooms were all taken so Mom put
the dresses and her purse on the bench and told me to take off my skirt
and top. Much to my relief there were no teenage girls in the room, at
least I didn't see any in the open area. There were only some women and
a few younger girls, maybe eight or nine years old. I breathed a sigh
of relief until I realized that I would now be standing in this room in
my underwear trying on dresses.
Somehow I managed to get through that trial but as soon as we left the
dressing room, I told mom I had to go to the bathroom. My nerves were
shot and I guess that made me need to pee really bad. Mom informed me
that the ladies room was right around the corner, so we could go there
now. Even though I was wearing girl's clothing, I never thought about
the fact that she would take me into the ladies room.
"And don't forget to sit down when you pee like I told you. Remember,
girls don't stand and we use toilet tissue to wipe ourselves when we
are finished. And when you're done, wash your hands like I told you
before."
I still remember how embarrassed I was sitting down to pee like a silly
girl. As I sat there I could see my panties and pantyhose around my
knees. So within the first half-hour of our shopping trip, I tried on
five dresses, two of which mom bought and had my first visit to a
ladies room.
We shopped for another hour or so and when we left the mall I had some
girl's shorts, a few tops, a pair of girl's sneakers, a pair of open-
toed heels, two pairs of sandals, one pair of sheer white pantyhose and
the two new dresses. The worse part of the entire trip was when mom
took me into the sleepwear section to pick out a pair of pale yellow,
baby doll pajamas to wear to bed. Up to now I was still allowed to
sleep in my old boys pajamas.
When we got back to the car I really began to believe that she planned
to do what she said and that I would be wearing one of those dresses
and those stupid white pantyhose at dinner on Saturday! Even worse I
knew mom would have me dressing all summer now based on all the stuff
she just bought. Mom said she was aware of my sensitivity but she
decided this is what's best for me and I had little choice but to
agree. I remember she told me she didn't want me to end up like my
father, a mean-spirited, tough guy, who was always in trouble. That is
not the life she had planned for her child.
"I know you're not too happy about celebrating your birthday this year,
but traditions are important. So our tradition will continue with a few
minor changes. Your hair will be done, your nails will be polished, you
will have perfume on and you will be wearing your new dress. And one
more thing, don't forget you live with me and you'll continue to live
with me. So, if you don't want your friends to find out about your cute
little panties you better do exactly what I say. Do I make myself
clear, honey? And you can start right this second with your little
brother so you'd better play along or else. From now on I expect you to
be mommy's perfect little girl and Mike's sister. We wouldn't want all
your friends to see those pictures of you, would we?"
By now we were back at the ball field to pick up Mike. I was sick to my
stomach just thinking about the rest of tonight and tomorrow. Mike,
oblivious to my feelings, jumped in the car, shouting they won the game
and he hit a home run. Mom was all excited for him telling him that was
great and she was sure dad would love hearing about it tomorrow at
dinner. Mike could tell him all about the game and I could tell him all
about shopping for girl's clothing. And because of Mom's warning I
acted as happy as I could. Mom made it even worse when she told me to
tell Mike about all the cute things I bought at the mall. So for the
remainder of the ride home I was telling my stupid little brother about
my dresses, pants and shorts that I bought. Mom also had to tell him
about my baby doll pajamas that I would be wearing tonight. Mike
cracked up when he heard that one.
When we returned home, mom told Mike to go upstairs to change and wash
up for dinner. When I asked if I could change mom said there was no
need for me to change since I looked so cute. Besides, girls like to
help cook dinner.
After dinner, I had to help her clean up and do the dishes while Mike
was allowed to go watch television. As soon as we finished, mom took me
upstairs to have me try on the two dresses with the white pantyhose and
my new shoes. She wanted to see how it all looked together. As she
walked past Mike she said to me in a loud voice that she didn't know
why I was in such a hurry to try everything on again, especially my new
nightgown.
After I tried everything on again, Mom decided the pink and white dress
would be best for dinner. She then ironed it and hung it in my closet.
She told me to take a bath and put on my new nightgown and then join
her downstairs to watch TV.
Mike totally cracked up when I walked into the den wearing that stupid
baby doll pajama set. I didn't sleep very well that night knowing what
shame and embarrassment tomorrow would bring.
When I woke up that Saturday morning I felt sick to my stomach knowing
what was in store for me. I couldn't decide if it was worse to get
dressed into one of the casual outfits mom bought yesterday or to stay
in my stupid pajamas. I decided the pajamas were worse so I put on a
pair of pink shorts and a pretty short sleeve top with lace at the neck
and sleeves.
Mom and Mike were already downstairs by the time I got down. I heard
Mike tell her that they had another game today. Mom said he could play
but he had to be home by five to get ready for dinner.
"Danielle and I may go out so make sure you remember to take your house
key in case we're not back. I may take Danielle to the movies this
afternoon to see Mean Girls as a special birthday treat."
Later that morning, Mike got his glove and left for the field on his
bike. Mom grabbed me and led me into the bathroom to wash my hair.
"It's time we get started on you, honey."
When I complained that it was so early, mom just smiled and said, "Now
honey, you know it takes us girls a lot longer to get dressed and I
know you want to look extra pretty for your birthday."
Pretty! I don't think so. Being pretty was certainly not on my list of
birthday wishes.
When I was finished showering and washing my hair, mom took me into her
bedroom and sat me down at the vanity where she proceeded to set my
hair in her hot rollers.
"I wanted to do this early so the curl has a chance to set. I think
you'll look cute with curly hair."
First she was calling me pretty and now cute. Things were going quickly
from bad to worse. I felt so stupid sitting there. And seeing my
reflection in her mirror with me wearing dumb girl shorts and a top
with curlers in my hair didn't do anything to make me feel better. As
soon as she finished the last curler, she took out a bottle of bright
pink nail polish and proceeded to paint my finger and toenails.
"You know something. I think pink is your color. We'll do another coat
in a few minutes as soon as I finish my shower and get myself dressed.
By then your hair should be dry enough to take out your curlers and see
how you look with some curly hair. Why don't you go pick out something
to wear this afternoon like one of your denim skirts or your new Capri
pants?"
Mom rejoined me in my room in about 30 minutes and she watched as I
applied the second coat of polish to my own nails. After I was done
with this task, mom sat me down on the bed and began to remove the
curlers from my hair one at a time. I felt so silly sitting there with
my nails all polished and my mom taking curlers out of my hair. Some
baseball player I was!
"Wow. You're hair really holds a curl. You're going to look so pretty
after we get it all combed out and styled a bit. I can't wait to see
you all dressed and made up today. This will be a birthday to remember,
won't it sweetie?"
"Sure it will, mom."
It would be one to remember and one to hate. It seemed as if my 13th
birthday would be my best and my 14th would be by far the worse. I
could not believe I would be spending such an important day dressed as
some silly girl.
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