Crossdressing Stories: Apology Accepted (Crossdresser Stories Book 16)

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In the morning when aunt came, I was already freshened up and wearing the three, i.e. my matching orange coloured bra, cami & panty. But aunt, I don’t have a skirt; I said, then closed my eyes and waited for her slap. But don’t know why, she didn’t.

Hours passed and I was like well I can’t hide forever, ugh!! I went downstairs my mom and sister were there and it was just about dinner time. Dinner came and went with just the usual family chitchat. It was a Friday. Aunt went out in the morning and I removed my bra right away. When the lunch was over, I felt really sleepy. Thus, I played some music and fell to the couch instantly. Slowly, sleep engulfed me. Everything felt fine, until I heard someone shouting. It was aunt, and she was standing right beside me. The bra, which I was supposed to wear the whole day, was now hanging in her right index finger. I don’t know, she always scolded me for everything, even little things, I won’t be able to live with her that long; I stated.I was trapped, my legs froze, and I looked at her helplessly. Aunt gave me a gesture to come upstairs. With my heavy legs, I walked slowly towards her. Slap! I was just close enough, when her hand landed over my left cheek.

Transgender stories have not always been welcome in the mainstream; indeed, after decades of horrific discrimination, trans authors have shown remarkable resolve, continuing to fight ardently for their voices to be heard. Today, the tides are finally turning in a manner that’s long overdue, with authors like Imogen Binnie and Meredith Russo forging a more hopeful path for trans and cis writers and readers around the world. One of the officers came forward, and greeted me. Hey there; he said. I tried to get up, but he stopped me. Oh my, d o something about the chains; the second voice said, and I heard the footsteps coming closer.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. It’s okay, you can open your eyes now , we not here to hurt you; she said. I slowly opened my eyes, and looked at her, t hey were the police. You okay sweetie? She asked me, and I nodded my head. One day when my parents were out, I went into my Moms pantyhose drawer and pulled out a pair of tan pantyhose. Mmm they felt as soft as I had hoped. By now I was shaking like a leaf, as I rolled them up and then teased them over my toes. Slowly unrolling them and pulling them up my legs. Aunt , I didn’t tell her anything, I attend the call because you guys were chatting, aunt, please believe me; my words trembled, and eyes became filled with tears. The one matches your undies, remove your t-shirt ; she explained. I became scared, and stood froze. Because I wasn’t wearing anything, I meant the undies, there was nothing inside. Seeing my reluctance, aunt came forward and herself tried to remove it. She only pulled up my t-shirt a bit and found out what’s wrong.

We are going out; she said. And the moment I heard her, I became scared, and stood froze. I was already in make-up, and my nails were shining in red. But it was more about the panty and bra I was wearing beneath. How can a normal boy could do this? Lots of thoughts were flashing in my mind. But, I wasn’t a boy anymore. I just looked like a girl with short hair, wearing boy clothes and more to that, even moved like one.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. At last, with much difficulty, I learned how to do the curtsy. It was almost bedtime and aunt relieved me from the torture. Wear it now; aunt shouted, and handed me the bra. Without much option left, I took it from her, and wore it reluctantly.