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"Mom! I called out as I got home from baseball practice, "I'm home!"
"Hello Danny, we have to talk," she responded, while exiting my room.
When I saw what was in her hands, I became nervous. Some of the guys I pal
around with talked me into shoplifting a few things from a department store.
"Please explain where these items came from."
I should have told her I was sorry, and that it was just the one time,
But instead I said, "Tommy made me do it. He said it was a dare. I didn't
want him to think I was a sissy."
The next thing I knew, I was in big, big trouble with Mom. I got into
trouble before but never anything this bad.
"You are grounded young man!" she remarked. You will come home immediately
after school. You had better be here when I get home."
"But I've got baseball practice after school," I pleaded. I loved playing
ball with the guys and I was a pretty good fielder and I batted over 300 last
season.
"You should have thought of that before becoming a criminal. I've already
called your coach and told him you were grounded for the next two weeks. After
I explained why, he said you would not be allowed to play this year, as an
example to the other players. So, you no longer have baseball practice, and
are to come home immediately after school."
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 during my second week
of punishment, I was a little late coming home from school and unexpectedly
found mom waiting on the porch. I would usually get home about a half an hour
before she did, so I had stopped by the ball field to watch a little of the
practice I was missing so much. She was pissed even more. "I thought you might
have learned your lesson when I had given you the ultimate punishment by
taking away your baseball, yet here you are disobeying me. I guess I'll have
to try something a little more unique," she said. At that, she dragged me
upstairs, told me to shower and come into her room wearing 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 she had me wearing one of her old dresses too.
Once I was all dressed as a girl, mom said, "You worried about your friends
thinking you were a sissy, so you chose to steal. Now you won't have to worry
about that anymore since you will be in dresses for the foreseeable future
just like a sissy. When you come home from school, you'll find girl clothes
waiting, and you will get dressed in those clothes as soon as you get home.
Disobey me again and your friends will find out just what sissy you are," she
informed me. "I want you all dressed when I get home or else! I'll get you a
few things that fit you better tomorrow."
I asked why she was doing this to me and she said that was my punishment so
I would not end up being a criminal and find myself in jail for stealing. Mom
would not tell me how long she planned to keep me in girl's attire. I hated
wearing those stupid clothes, especially the panties, but I didn't have any
choice. Mom said she should send me to school in a dress if I argued with her,
but I didn't think she could get away with sending me to school dressed like
that. At least I hoped she couldn't, but I now knew better than to tempt her.

Sure enough, the next day when I got home, I found the dress on my bed
along with another pair of panties. Worst yet, that day when she got home she
had a few shopping bags that I knew contained things for me to wear. She had
me follow her to my room and she sat on my bed.
"Here are the things I promised to buy you, Danny."
She dumped the bags out on the bed and started handing me the various
items. I was surprised and worried that mom bought me so many different
things, including some girl's shoes. "Put the socks and hosiery in the top
drawer and the panties and bras in the second drawer of your dresser," she
ordered as she handed me each item.
Then she had me get some hangers from her closet. Returning with the
hangers, she showed me how to properly hang the dresses and petticoats. Then I
had to hang them in my closet. She also had me neatly stack my shoeboxes in my
closet.
Finally as I took each dress to hang them up, mom explained how important
it was to hang them properly, what slips or petticoats I should wear
underneath them, and which shoes matched the dresses. "I hope you paid
attention to what I just told you young lady!"
"Young lady?" I thought. Having that many outfits meant I was in for a long
punishment.
"I expect you to pick out an appropriate outfit when you get home, and to
be fully and properly dressed by the time I get home, unless I get home a
little early. Do you understand?" She asked.
I was in tears, but managed to answer, "Yes Mom!" 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 and shoes.
Before I continue telling you my story I should tell you a little more
about myself. As you now know, my name is Danny. I'm thirteen years old and
just finishing seventh 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 started making me come home right after school and change into
girls clothing, I've become more of a recluse. Quitting my baseball team
really killed me and my friends wondered what was 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 had been 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 could 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
a baseball game 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. But
whenever I had to wear bras and pantyhose, 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. He would invariably tease me whenever
I had to change in front of him and I hated that. But this particular day 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 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 hush.
"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 fit 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
bad boys 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. If you do good it will
remain our family secret but if not, all your friends will know." 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
completely 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.
"As this is your first time going in a ladies room you must sit down when
you pee or you draw unwanted attention to yourself. 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." 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 had tried on five dresses, two of which mom bought and had my first
visit to a ladies room.
We continued shopping for another hour or so and I had acquired 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. I
thought the worse part of the entire trip was when mom took me into the
sleepwear section to pick out a pale yellow baby doll nightie to wear to bed.
Up to now I was still allowed to sleep in my old boys pajamas. However, the
worst part was when we stopped and got my ears pierced. Mom said it was an
early birthday present.
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 fear, but she had 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?"
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