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Added: Dec 12, 2007
Owner: Dedratvcalif
Total Stories: 8

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MY FIRST DRESS PART TWO (Report It)

As I did her hand touched the head of my penis, it sent a shiver
up my spine, she reached around and pulled them tight up
and back forcing my penis to disappear. After she was sure
that it could not be seen, she took one end in each hand and
crossing them, she wrapped them under the cheeks and pulled
them tighter, making my ass full and wide like a young girls.
She tied it off under my belly button, it a small bow. She
sat back on her knees and looked at her handy work. She said,
“Now that is much better, now is in it” not sure if she was
wanting me to answer her, I said nothing, she pulled the
girls panties back up and said, “You look like a real girl,
you even have a small slit showing like you have a virginal.
I started to cry, the tears running down my face, this time
I did not try to hide it.
I just cried out loud as she reached for a girls bra, that
matched the panties. She showed me how to put it on upside
down and inside out hooking it in front and turning it around.
Still crying and now shaking as she pulled up the straps.
I wanted to run away, but dressed in this where would I go,
I could not do anything to stop what was happening to me.
Linda stopped after the bra was in place and adjusted correctly,
and sat down on the bed in front me, she looked me deep into
my eyes, and I turned away from her stair.
She took me gently by my chin and turned my head back to face
her staring eyes. She did not say a word for the longest time just looked into
my eyes, I was doing my best not to look at her, when she broke
the long silence and said, “There is nothing to be ashamed
of you are a girl and you need to start to dress and acted like
one”
If she was trying to comfort me, it was not working nor was
it making me calm down. She told me to stop crying or I will
be punished, like I was earlier, that put a quick end to any
sound coming out of me. I was still crying but not making
a sound, but the tears gave me away.
She did not say anything about it, or act like she didn’t
cared. She picked up two form rubber falsies, which were
in the pile of clothes. She said. “These will give you a head
start on be coming a girl, as she placed them under the cups
of the bra. I watched as she had told me to, but was discussed
at the change that was happing to me.
She took a step back to check out how I looked so far, “very
pretty” she said, with a sly smile. I was wearing white panties
with little pink dots and a matching bra, which was a 32 a juniors.
I had a shape of a preteen girl, 12 or a little older. After
approving what was done so far, she rummaged through the
pile and pulled out a pair of nude panties hose.
With a smile, she told me to sit down on the chair, she said,
“Now watch me very closely. I want you to learn how to put
panties or stockings on without putting a tear or run in
them” I watched closely as she rolled one leg of the panties
hose up. She told me to point my toes as she placed the seam
of the hose across the tip of my toes.
She carefully unrolled the leg until it was just under
my knee, she told me to do the other leg like she had showed
me. I made sure I did exactly like she did the other leg.
After I had got it up to where the panty part was even, she
showed me how to pull them the rest of the way up. As I was pulling
them up the feeling of the panties hose and my freshly shaved
legs felt so wonderful and silky smooth.
She picked out a pair of little girl’s lace ankles socks
and put them on me. Then she said, “ Now for your shoes” she
had several picked out sitting next to the bed. I did not
say anything but they all were high heels and was unsure
that I could walk in them. She picked out a pair of white sandals
with ankles straps that had at least a three inch heel. She
had in sit down as she showed me how to put then on.
She then had me take hold of her arms and stand up; as I did
I almost fell when I was standing up strait. It was hard to
balance on the high heels. She held my hands as we walked
around the room. After three or four times around she suddenly
let go and I was on my own. Surprisingly I was doing pretty
well until I caught my heel on a torn part of the carpet.
I fell on to my knees, I was afraid that I had tore my panties
hose and Linda would punish me, but luckily I didn’t. She
told me to get up. As I did I had a hard time doing so, she did
not help me, saying you have to learn to do things by yourself.
After I had gotten to my feet, she told me that I have to watch
where I am walking and where I place my shoe to make sure things
like this don’t happen again.
I walked around the room a few more times, when Linda stopped
me and said, “We got to finish getting you dressed. She had
hung a dress on the back of the door that I hadn’t seen. She
said, “This is Dedra’s first dress” holding it up. I was so
embarrass that I started to cry again.
She stopped and hung the dress back up, saying I almost
forgot, she started picking though the pile again and pulled
out a pair of white sissy lace bloomers, the butt was covered
with rows of lace and around the trim. The kind a baby or very
young girl would wear.
The tears were running down my face, after seeing the dress
I knew that the bloomers would be visible with the dress
on. She held the bloomers so I could put my shoes though the
legs openings without tearing them. I put my hand on her
shoulder to balance myself.
After she had pulled them up, she had me turn around so she
could see how they looked, making the comment very pretty.
I was still crying and could not stop, shaking from head
to toe. She took down the dress and took it off the hanger.
She unzipped it and had me raise my arms.
The dress was a white little girls dress; it was covered
With lace very short and had a petticoat liner, which made
The hem of the dress flare out, puffy lace sleeves and a big
Lace tied that in the back. As she slid the dress over
my head it seemed to tight for me, but after it was all the
down it wasn’t as tight as I had thought.
She zipped it up and tied a big bow in the back making my falsies
stand out, giving me more of a girly shape. The bottom of
the dress was so short that my lace panties were showing
almost up to the waist band. Linda went back to the pile looking
for something, that when she couldn’t find it, it mad she
agree.
She was muttering something like, I know they were here,
after looking for over five minutes or so, she stopped looking
for what ever it was and told me to stay here, that she would
be right back. She returned shortly with a pair of white
gloves, like kind girls wear to church on Sunday.
She started to put them on me, and stopped saying that I
need to polish my nails but that it was too late for that because
I had my shoes and hose on already. We will do that tomorrow.
That started me crying again, the thought of having to do
this all over again was more then I could take.
I finally broke my silence; I asked her, “I have to dress
up like a girl again tomorrow”? Her reply sent me into a pure
state shock, She said, “you will dress like a girl everyday
that we are alone and your mom is at work” I did not say a word
the rest of the day.
It was like I was in a night mare and I could not wake up, I
was crying and shake all over. She put the gloves on and told
me that I needed a little makeup; she left and returned with
a large makeup box. As she rummaged though it picking out
items, I just sat there looking at her.
There was a serious look to her face that scared me. It was
a look that said I am not messing around, I mean what I say
and I will do anything to you that I want, when I want. I was
crying with the tears streaming down my face, and my hands
were shaking so bad, I tried to take a drink of my soda that
I could not hold it to my mouth.
She started to apply a light pink blush to my cheeks, saying
you need a little color to your face. Then a little white
eye shadow just below the brow line, a light coat of brown
mascara and a light pink lip stick. She looked over her makeup
job, saying that’s better.
How for the final touch, she said to herself taking a blonde
wig off a foam head that she had hidden behind some things
on my dresser. It was a little longer then shoulder length,
had small tight curls, and long bangs that were curled upwards
away from the eyes.
She stood up and took a step back, then told me to turn around
slowly. As I did I could feel her staring at me? Very, very
pretty young lady you are Dedra she said as I turned around
for her enjoyment. You into to you mothers room and take
a look at Dedra for your self she said.
I slowly walked into my mom’s room where she had mirrored
closet doors, so I could see myself fully from head to toe.
I closed my eyes afraid to see what I looked like. I turned
toward the mirror and slowly opened my eyes.
I did not recognize the girl standing in the mirror in front
of me, I felt the tears start building up inside of me as I
slowly turned around staring at the mirror. I was looking
at a preteen age girl, dressed like the girls I had seen at
church, expect for the very short dress that showed almost
my entire ass. That part looked like a little girl around
three or four with the lace panties.
I was crying and my mind was racing, thing that I was going
to have to dress like this every day that my mom was gone to
work, or when Linda and I were alone. Linda came into
the room, and asked me what I thought about how I looked;
I just looked up at her for a second and ran out of the room.
I ran into my room and fell down on the bed crying and screaming,
“I don’t want to be a girl. Well that was my first dress, after
that day I learned everything there was to learn about dressing,
acting, walking, talking like a girl. I had to read teen
girl and women’s magazines and was quizzed about the stores.
This went on for over two and a half years.
Until Linda met a Marine at a Thanksgiving dinner one year,
after they got married she disappeared, never to be heard
from again. She did leave me clothes she had bought me and
a daily journal that she had kept during the time she was
working for my mom. It was a very detailed account of my life
as Dedra.
I did not know why she left it for me, but I kept it until I
was seventeen or eighteen. I must have read it a thousand
times, keeping it hidden away, not showing it to anyone.

The End

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