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How I Was Turned Into A Little Girl - Pt 3 free porn video
How I Became Girlie. Pt 3
By Ms. Stephanie Smith.
WARNING TO UNDER AGED READERS. Under aged people should not read this
story? So if you ARE underage, please stop reading this NOW and go
outside and play in the yard.
In all my 12 years on this earth, I had never been so scared. Aunty Ann
had caught Wendy and I out in the back yard with me dressed in a white
skirt and heels and had rung my mother telling her that she needed to
explain something that had happened today.
I sat in the TV room and waited in trepidation for when my mum turned up
to discover that her youngest son was wearing women's clothes. Heaven
only knows what would happen when my father found out about it. He may
have been divorced but we had to visit him every Sunday and to put it
plainly, I was scared stiff of him. It wasn't that he ever hit me, it was
simply that he used to bully every one who was weaker than him and a 12
year old son was just another pushover in the bully stakes.
It was turning to dusk and Aunty Ann came back in and handed me some
dinner asking if I was OK and did I want a drink with my dinner. I sadly
looked up at her and told her no thanks and that I wasn't thirsty. My
mouth was so dry I couldn't even swallow something to drink anyway.
Before Aunty Ann closed the TV room door she let me know that it was
almost 6 o'clock. I picked at the food on the plate, and was starting to
force myself to eat, when I heard the dreaded knocking at the front door.
I heard my Mothers voice greet Aunty Ann and I heard the two of them pass
the closed door on the way out to the dinning room.
I knew that shortly my mother would come through that door and that I was
looking at not only a strapping but a hell of a lot of humiliation and
shame and would ne expressly ordered never to see Wendy ever again. The
waiting only made it worse and I was working myself into a complete state
of nerves and was starting to feel sick in the tummy. I turned the TV
back on and heard the start of a program that I knew started at 7pm, when
I head the door being opened and I felt the bile rise in my throat.
Mum came in with Aunty Ann and Wendy and they sat themselves on the other
chairs. Mum was looking directly at me and I was trying to avoid her gaze
thinking that if I didn't look at her, perhaps it mightn't be so bad.
Mum let the silence last for about 30 seconds and then spoke to me by
name.
"Steven, I have to tell you that I'm embarrassed and ashamed that you've
been wearing girls clothing. I've had a long talk to Wendy and asked her
to listen in to what I have to say to you now. Surely you must realise
that it's wrong that your wearing girls clothing don't you?" I was too
frightened to say anything, which may or may not have been a mistake.
"STEVEN, I'M TALKING TO YOU. YOU DO REALISE THAT IT'S WRONG FOR YOU TO
WEAR GIRLS CLOTHING DON'T YOU SON." I nodded my head in agreement but was
still too scared to look at her. "And you must know that Aunty Ann is
even more embarrassed then I am, because she feels that it must have been
her fault in some way that you're wearing girls clothing." I was still to
afraid to look at my mother and simply nodded my head and started to
sniffle.
"Steven Robert Smith hold your head up and look at me when I'm talking to
you" mum spoke in a not too unfriendly voice, and I finally gathered up
the courage to look at her directly. "YOU KNOW THAT WHAT YOU'VE DONE IS
WRONG DON'T YOU?" I simply don't know where I found the courage to speak,
but I started to speak with a trembling voice and told mum that it was
only fun dress up play and that I wasn't hurting anyone. And then I asked
the question that frightened me so much.
"Mum, are you going to tell Patrick and dad that I've been wearing girl's
clothes? Isn't there someway that they don't have to find out? Patrick
will tease me to death and I know that dad is going to kill me and I
simply couldn't face the shame. He'll probably give me a flogging when he
finds out." I was a nervous wreck by now and was stuttering and sniffling
and must have looked wretched, because the look on my mums face was
showing me nothing but concern.
"Steven, you HAVE to know that I'd never let your dad hit you honey. What
sort of mother would I be? But I want you to truthfully answer some
questions son and remember that honesty is always best and right, OK." I
sniffled a reply of OK and turned to look at both my Aunty and Wendy who
was sitting very timidly and ashamed as she returned my gaze.
"Steven, how long have you been wearing mummy's underwear? And DON'T tell
me that you haven't, because the clothing in my drawers is never the same
as I leave them, so SOMEONE has to be touching my underwear." I muttered
that I'd been doing it for a couple of years now and I heard my mother
say to Aunty Ann, that at least now she had the story straight and that
she probably owed Patrick a silent apology, because she thought that he'd
been in her underwear drawer, because he WAS at that age.
"And Steven, why do you wear mummy's underwear?" she asked me in a kind
tone of voice. "Mummy needs to know sweetheart. It's all over now and you
can't hide the fact that you've been wearing my clothes because you've
said that it was you."
"I really don't know why I wear them," I replied. "I saw some in the wash
one day and simply put them on and walked around for a while in them."
"Go on, and then what did you do?" encouraged mum.
"I put them back in the wash basket," I replied.
"But I KNOW that you go to my underwear drawer, because the clothes in it
are always out of place or wrongly folded" mum retorted to me. "You're
not going to tell me that it was someone else doing that, are you?"
"No of course I'm not mum. I'm admitting that I sometimes take out your
panties and wear them around during the day." I replied in an obvious
tone of voice.
"Steven thank you for finally being honest about it. But you still
haven't answered my completely honestly have you. SON... Mummy NEEDS to
know WHY you wear her underwear. You've told me so much, but it's
important for me to know WHY you do it?" I was pretty close to breaking
at this stage and mum was a tough interrogator, and I finally cracked and
I sobbingly told her the truth.
"I simply like how they feel on me mum and I like the look of them, the
feel of them and I like wearing them around. I wasn't hurting anyone, I
can't really tell you why I wear them, I just simply like to and they
make me feel good," I finally relented.
"Steven," mum finally said. "I can't begin to say that I can understand
how you feel, because I can't. But I'm not judging you and in some ways,
I think I'm beginning to understand how you feel son. I've seen how
scared you are most Sundays before you head off to see your father....I'm
not completely blind you know. But I can't stop your father from wanting
to see you each week, much as I like to." At this stage she then turned
and spoke to Wendy. "Wendy I apologize for speaking harshly to you
earlier on. I KNEW all along that you'd never want to hurt Steven, but
for a while I thought you were all to blame. The fact is that Steven
seems to be somewhat emotionally distraught and I've failed to see it.
The first thing I'm going to do is tell his father that Steven needs a
break from visiting him for a couple of weeks, which will allow me to
look further into the problem. I hope you'll accept my apology Wendy."
Her words might have made sense, but I was panicking and I screamed out
that I didn't want my father to find out about this, to which mum told me
that in no way was my father going to find out about this and neither was
my brother.
I always knew that when my mother decreed something, that that was how it
was going to be and I finally started to visibly relax. She then started
to talk to Aunty Ann and wanted to know if what had happened today could
be kept quiet and asked if the rest of her family needed to be told or
could it be kept a secret between the four of us. Aunty Ann said to leave
it with her and she'd make sure that no one would ever hear about it. She
even said that Uncle George (her husband) didn't need to know and she'd
tell him that I'd had a bit of an accident, but that it was all good now.
"I've got to be honest with you Ann" mum said. "When I first saw Steven
tonight I was absolutely stunned at how pretty and feminine he looked. In
fact he looks gorgeous," mum smilingly said. "I actually wish he was a
girl. You should both know that I've always wanted a daughter. And Wendy,
I need you to tell me about some of your make up tips for when I go out"
and even I was starting to smile a bit as mum relieved the tension in the
room. "But Wendy my gal, I think that young ladies as young as Stephanie
here shouldn't be wearing high heels and stockings, REALLY."
"I suppose you're right Mrs. Smith," Wendy replied. "I just got a bit
carried away with our dress up game. Sorry it won't happen again, I
promise."
"Yes about that," mum's tone of voice turned serious. "It's seems obvious
to me that Steven's problem must have been going on for several years now
and I can also see that he feels safe when he's here with you Ann and I'd
like for that to continue if you wouldn't mind. It's as plain as day that
you didn't know what was going on either, because I know you well enough
to know that you would have told me about this situation earlier if you'd
been aware of it."
"In some ways, perhaps I'm to blame for this entire situation," mum said
frankly. "I can't blame Steven for being scared of his father, because
both you and I know Ann that he's simply a bully and likes to feel manly
by humiliating people weaker than himself."
"And I can't blame you either Wend, because I can truly understand how
losing a baby sister when you were so young and being alone among 3 older
brothers meant that I can now understand how you could relate to Steven's
problems and I'm glad that you've always looked after him as you have
done. In fact as long as your mother agrees and until I have someone talk
to Steven, I won't object to your dress up games continuing on 2
conditions. The 1st is that STEPHANIE here doesn't cause you any trouble
and that you don't teach her any bad habits," mum stated. "The 2nd
condition is that you always tell your mum what you're doing, so that
she's aware of it and approves."
"But NOW I think it's time for us to be getting on home young lady" mum
said looking directly at me. "Wend," mum asked, "can you get him cleaned
up and back into his normal clothes while Ann and I have a cup of tea,
please."
Wendy took my hand and led me back into her bedroom. "Whew, I'm glad
THAT'S over," Wendy quietly said to me. "Your mum's really been cool
about the whole thing. I suppose my mum will have a long talk to me about
everything later on tonight, but it's all going to blow over eventually.
And thanks for not saying anything about what we did with my biology
class homework when I was younger, either Steph..." Wendy said. "And you
heard your mum. We can still play dress ups sometimes. Now let's get this
make up off you."
Author's note: The above story really did happen, and I can tell you all
for a fact that, at the time, I was scared stiff at what was going to
happen to me. In fact (to use an American saying) I was so scared I
thought I'd toss my cookies!
We did occasionally (but less often) still play dress ups and as I hit
puberty, not many things changed in how I behaved, except for one
incident that I'll relate in the next chapter. But the next chapter can't
ne in the pre teen category I think, unless the site manager decides
otherwise.
Bye for now. Stephanie O & X's
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