Forced Sissy To Wear Bra
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Hi, My name is Amy, it used to be Alan. Let me tell you my story.
I was a successful sales rep and my wife, Trish is a lawyer in a big
firm in Denver. I lost my job when the market
slowed down but we were still alright for money so I was waiting for the right job. Since I was home and my wife was working I started
to do the house cleaning and cooking, which I must say is kind of fun. One night at dinner my wife told me to start doing
the laundry and that she wanted here lingerie hand washed.
I protested but what could I say, the next thing I knew we were in the
bathroom hand washing her panties, bras and stockings, the nylon material and lace caught
my attention. We then hung everything up to
dry.
Things went on like this for a few days when as I was folding her
panties I decided to try them on, ooh what a feeling as the smooth lacey white nylon panty
slid across my legs. I was in heaven as I let
the waistband go with a snap. Shaking, I
slowly put on a white lace cup bra, what a feeling; I was so confused and excited knowing
and wanting to do this again this again. I
touched the front of pretty panties and exploded into them the biggest load I have ever
seen. I hurriedly clean up the mess and did
the laundry.
I loved the feeling of the nylon panties against my skin so soon I
was wearing panties, bras and nylons when ever I was doing the wash and I knew that my
wife would not be there. About two weeks
later on a Friday morning I was doing here lingerie while wearing panties, a lace bra and
stockings that I decided to try a little make up. As
I was putting on her red lipstick the door open and there stood my wife, Alan she said
with a smile, you look so cute my little sissy, should we call you Amy? I did not know what to say, standing in front of
my wife in her cute white, white lace bra and stockings with red lips. I stammered what are you doing home? She said that she got a call and the court was
canceled for the day and to just make a three day weekend of it. Then out of her purse she got here cell phone
camera and took a picture, I asked here what she was doing and she said that she had just
emailed the picture to her office computer.
She then said that since I liked dressing as a woman, since I was
doing women’s work around the house that I had two choices, either leave dressed in
pretty lingerie and she would show the picture to all of my friends or do what she tells
me to do. What could I say, standing in front
of my wife dressed the way I was? OK I
blurted out; I will do as you ask. She told
me to take a long hot bubble bath and to shave my body clean. I was shaking as I was filing the tub with here
pink sudsy bubble bath. Before I got in she
told me where to shave and gave me a few tips on how to do it. Once I was in the tub I could hear her talking on
the phone. I could hear her asking someone could you get this…., can you do
that……, and what time. She then
said that we would be there.
Then Trish yelled are you about done Amy, yes I stammered, yes what
Amy, you will start calling me Ms Trish. Are
you about done Amy, yes Ms Trish I said wondering what I had gotten myself into. Trish then told me to put on lotion over my whole
body and then put on her robe before coming in to the bed room. Yes Ms Trish I said. What a feeling it was putting the feminine
smelling lotion on my legs, arms and chest. Then
I put on her pink nylon bath robe and waked out into the bedroom.
She said come over here my little sissy girl, I want to see how you
look all shaved up. I walked over to where
she was sitting and she undid the robe and slid it off of my shoulders, oh little sissy
Amy your manhood is all so small, she was right it was almost hiding in my body. She then pointed to the bed and said to put on the
lingerie that she had picked out for me. There
on the bed was a pair of her pretty pink panties that had a bow in the front, a pink lace
bra, a white lace garter belt and a pair of suntan stockings. I was trembling as I slid the silky nylon panties
on, it felt so good, next came the bra and then the garter belt and stockings. What a great feeling rolling the stockings up my
shaved legs , it felt so good that I could feel my manhood growing in my girlie panties. Trish saw that too and said; Oh sissy Amy you must
like being a woman, look at the front of your panties.
I was blushing red at that but I was excited.
Trish then said do you like being a girl Amy?
Yes I stammered, yes what Amy, yes Ms Trish.
She then walked around me inspecting how I looked, when she got to
the front she poked the empty bra cups and said we can do something about that later, then
she roughly grabbed me through the panties and said sissy girls should not look like that,
twisting my manhood so hard it brought tears to my eyes, stop please stop. What she said, what is my name she demanded as she
twisted harder? In between sobs I blurted out
please stop Ms Trish please. Ok she said when
she let go my hands went to the front on my panties until the pain and erection subsided. She then took me to her closet and picked out a
short black skirt and a sheer white but simple blouse.
Next she handed me a white full slip and had me put it on followed by the
skirt and blouse. Nest she said you need
shoes little sissy Amy, and we looked in here closet until she found a pair of 3inch open
toed sandals. After putting them on and
learning to walk in them she looked at here watch and said it is time to go Amy.
Go, Where, Dressed like this I said.
Is that anyway to talk to me Trish said, sorry Ms Trish I mumbled. She then handed me a purse and off we went in the
car. I asked again where we were going and
she said to the beauty shop, then to the mall to get you the proper clothes to wear. Here I was dressed as a woman, no make up on
short hair and no breast. When we pulled into
the parking lot at the beauty shop she said when we go in Amy you will ask for a manicure,
a pedicure, pierced ears and a wig. No way, I
stated, no way. Trish then said fine, I will leave you here with now keys and no way to
get home as there is no money in your purse. Frantic,
I looked in my purse and she was right there were only a couple of tampons, and some
makeup in it. I was stuck, yes Ms Trish I
said, let’s go.
Once inside at the desk the receptionist said; Hi Trish and you must
be sissy Amy, red is not the term for the color I turned.
Answer her Amy and tell her what you want dear. Stammering in a low voice I
said I need a manicure, a pedicure, my ears pierced and a wig. By now every woman in the shop was either giggling
or laughing at me. As embarrassed as I was I
said in a louder voice that I need a manicure, a pedicure, my ears pierced and a wig. Laughing the receptionist good, come with me
sissy Amy. She took me by the hand and led me
to a chair in the back and said to take off my blouse, skirt, nylons and shoes. I did as I
was told and took a seat in the chair. I set
there for about 5 minutes and I waited until two nice looking came in with nail files,
polish, and red polish and long red fake nails. As
they were working on my toe nails one of them looked up my slip and said what pretty pink
panties you have on dear. Blushing I said
thanks, then they went to work on my finger nails. As
they were working on my finger nails one of them brushed up against my bra and started
laughing, you have no boobs. I was just
hoping the day would end. Ever now and then
a different woman would walk by and look, giggling as she walked off.
Next came the wig, it was blonde, shoulder length with bangs, the
lady said I could wear it in a ponytail if I wanted and I said that would be good, not
knowing how to do hair. Then Trish walked in
to see how things were going and said oh Amy, my sissy Amy you are starting to look so
cute, do you like it dear, Yes I said, yes what Trish asked, yes Ms Trish I said and the
girls in the room started giggling again. Next
came the earrings, they pierce both ears twice and told me to watch for infection. Finally the make up lady came in and did my
makeup. Then she held up a pair of silicone
breast and had me place them in my bra. I
did as told so I could get out of there. She
then said to put my stocking and shoes and skirt and blouse on that they were done. I had trouble with the nylons and blouse as my new
finger nails always seemed to be in the way. As
I was buttoning the blouse I could not help but notice how much better my bra and slip fit
with my silicone breast in them, the weight of the breast was amazing.
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Hormonal Treatment always has side effects. One, which we were told about, was the possibility of breast enlargement. But nothing happened after 2 years at the time we hardly took any notice. Rajesh breasts became swollen and painful to the extent that he was off work for long periods. Or so he told me, but I never got to see them, he was too shy and I was too busy. I'd recently started a new job and I was impatient with Rajesh weepy reaction to his problems. I didn't know then that his weaknesses fuelled my own aggressive tendencies. It was like a seesaw effect; the more I saw him as weak, the more I wanted to take control. One day I actually slapped him! We were both a bit shocked but I was genuinely angry. I was now the only worker in the house and he hadn't even cleaned the dishes from our last meal! I suppose that if I had known that the hormonal changes were also affecting his emotional state I might have been more sympathetic, as it was I made things worse by being a It was a Saturday morning - one of the few days I had the time to notice him - and he couldn't hide his thickening hips any longer. I watched him struggling with his pants and told him to stop. He was reluctant, but I was worry now, he'd been far too secretive of late and I wanted to know what was going on. Rajesh didn't want to talk and he didn't want to show me anything. 'Nothing's wrong,' he told me tearfully. But my aggression and my new authority held sway. I almost threw him onto the bed. 'I want to see what you'd been hiding from me!' I yelled at him. It was his frantic scramble to get off the bed; he actually fell on all fours, which made me realize that something serious was happening. I hit him, a vicious slap that made him cringe. 'Don't move again or I'll beat you senseless,' I warned. Rajesh obviously believed me and was still. Even then I didn't really see the real problem, his widening hips, fuller buttocks and heavier thighs; it was the sight of my panties! 'Mine don't fit properly any more,' he explained, 'and it getting worse.' There were also breasts that upset my husband. Once the reasons for them had been explained - too large a dose of a cholesterol-reducing medication - he simply accepted the situation. 'These things happen,' he said to me when we were in our bedroom that night. 'I'm assured that the financial compensation package will be a big help. All we have to do is waiting.' I didn't agree. I made him tell me all of it. About the sore nipples that reacted to even the slightest touch; the swollen flesh at his chest; his emotional fragility - and his wide womanly flanks. 'We have to see a doctor,' I told him. 'No,' he told me, 'it will be all over town in no time.' That was true, but he had to have medical advice. I decided to wait. That was a mistake; Rajesh hair became thicker and longer; and his breasts became too heavy to ignore! 'We'll see an out of state doctor, say we're on holiday.' I said firmly, 'we can't let this go on.' Well we did see a doctor. He confirmed what we already suspected; Rajesh eczema treatment was causing his problems. 'If he stays off the medication he had a 50-50 chance.' The doctor said. Your chest is turned to breast it is as like a lady so you'll have to wear a bra. I know how that sounds but its good advice. If you allow the skin to stretch too much even when the swelling goes down you'll have a lot of loose flesh at the chest and it won't go away. Stay at home, wear and bra and wait.' Rajesh was more worried about me than himself. 'How do you feel about a husband wearing a bra?' so he never agree to wear a bra After a week I said him about doctors advice but he don't At last I asked to doctor, what to doctor? is a lady she said that you should play with his breast and irritate him so he agree because no women would like any one playing her breast "her" I asked she said I am sorry but your husband is Hal fly female now On that day I used to play with his breast I go near him then said 'What am I going to do?' I sat next to him on the bed. I knew I was in control slowly open his shirt i now and I had it all planned out in my head. I placed my palm under his left breast. I weighed it in my palm - the excitement was infectious and Rajesh's nipples responded. I shivered. My eyes dropped to his breasts. No point in beating about the bush that is what they were. Perfect , lovely, thrilling breasts. My silence and my scarlet face condemned me. 'You like them,' he whispered, 'don't you?' I turned my back on him; I didn't want him to see the lust in my eyes. I hated myself at that moment. And in my anger I lashed out. 'You should be wearing your bra,' I said spitefully, 'you know what the doctor said, it's at night you'll be at risk.' He didn't answer. I faced him once more and saw the crushed expression on his face. My heart softened. I sat next to him on the bed and hugged him. 'I know it's hard but you really must take their advice.' A shudder ran through him. I felt his firm breasts against my own. I wanted, with a hunger that frightened me, to slide a palm up to his breast. I said please Rajesh 'I can't do it indu,' he told me miserably. 'I just can't.' 'And what about me ?' I asked angrily. 'How do you think I feel when I see your breasts swinging and bouncing about? Stop being emotional and wear your bra.' He didn't look up. 'No,' he said. 'I won't.' He was stubborn. Nobody seemed to understand his feelings, he claimed, not me, not the nursing staff and certainly not the psychologist who was supposed to help him. I got more from the psychologist than Rajesh. She told me to ignore my guilt and to concentrate on getting him into a bra. We all concentrated on the bra, not the breasts. I mean that was the problem wasn't it? How does a man cope with them from a practical and emotional standpoint? Only later did I see it from Rajesh viewpoint; men hate the idea of being turned into a sissy. A bra was too big a bridge to cross for a man. That was when I first got the idea - about giving him more of the drug, not less. He is still a man,' the shrink told me, 'emotionally he still thinks like a man, despite the breasts and hips. Eventually his mind will catch up and he will start thinking more like a woman. Tears and emotional swings, that kind of thing. Then you'll be able to convince him a bra is the right thing for him. 'I was in charge of his medication, and now I had a good reason to get him back onto the original drugs. I gave him double doses for a week. My rationale was simple; once I had him in a truly feminine state of mind I could get him into a bra, and then stop the drug. I wasn't being selfish; it had nothing to do with the fact that I enjoyed seeing and touching his breasts. I was doing this for my husband. Why? Because he had to wear a bra - the medics and the counselor all agreed - and even I saw the practical benefits. I remember the day he finally agreed to wear it. I can't say for certain that it was as a result of the extra medication, it could have been the constant pressure from everyone, but one morning, after a sleepless night, he caved in. 'Wear is it?' He asked in a soft voice. 'The bra, the one they gave me at the hospital.' I shrugged as though uninterested, but my throat was choked with excitement. 'I gave it back,' I lied, 'it wouldn't fit you now anyway.' He looked down at his heavy breasts. Even he could see they were bigger and heavier. I soon woke up and said tomorrow we will consult that doctor me Rajesh and lady doctor are alone she gave so many advise to him then she said come on we want to take measurement I also go with them she asked him to open his shirt she also wondered seeing that female flesh at his chest she checked it she is touching and holding his breast in her hand sliding her palm up to his breast seeing to this I feel little angry because I want that breast my own no one should share it she have an age of 29, 30 then I under stand that she is playing with that sexy flesh then she said come on I will gave you a counseling from today you are going to wear bra Yes why do you wear bra why do you wear bra rajesh ? because your body demands it now we want to check your bra size and also there is some lesson we want to know when we wear bra If the straps dig into your shoulders, the bra back size is probably too big, as the main support for the breasts should come from the strap around your body and the cups If your bra rides up your back, the bra is too big around your body – the strap should fit around your ribcage Lift up your arms. Does everything stay in place? If your bra pulls up across your breasts you need a smaller size bra, probably with a larger cup size If your bra wrinkles, your cup size is too big – the breasts should be in the cups with a smooth outline If your breasts bulge out of the top or sides of your cup, and your bra looks lumpy under clothes, your cup size is too small If wires poke out at the front or dig in under your arms, the cup size is too small – the wires should lie flat against your body and syourround your breasts Look for a bra with two or three fastenings or hooks – these give the best support Under wires give good support, but the upper end of the wire should not press into the breast tissue near the armpit Hearing this I am too shy then what should his mentality in between two beautiful ladies Who have and a men who have breast going to wear one He is standing with out shirt I tightened the measyouring tape below his fleshy chest it was 36. in my mind I was envious because mine in 34 Seeing this doctor said mine is 36 I look at his and her breast both are similar in size but one is male breast and are not covered a
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