Margaret pulled out this big envelope and was wearing a huge grin. As they walked down the hall, Margaret turned and gave me a wink. That made me really nervous. As we drove along in the frosty darkness of this mid-winter morning, Jill and Tyrone discussed the several tropical islands they would visit. Jill snuggled up close to him, giggling and reminding him how romantic their two weeks together would be. Prissy, dear, we're planning a girl's afternoon by the pool. Naturally, our first thought was to invite you," she smirked. I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyn told to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and in a girly manner.

At that point the laughter turned to angry murmurs, and several women looked at me like I embodied all male evil. Even the court reporter glared at me hatefully. I tried to slink down further in my seat. I tried to take a jump shot, but I felt like I was shooting a bowling ball instead of a basketball. The ball fell three feet short of the basket. "You guys are crazy. There's something wrong with that ball."

Of course," she said. "Regardless, you certainly look pretty in your darling costume. How girlish you must have felt in your frilly pantaloons and that dainty bonnet. But it looks like that wasn't the last time you wore girls' clothes." The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way the two women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I could not help think of the weekend ahead in frillies.

What was happening to me? It was like I had no muscle tone at all. I felt so weak and helpless. Fear gripped me as I realized Margaret and all of her friends were now stronger than me. A bunch of stupid girls! I was completely at Margaret's mercy! For the first time in my life, I felt real fear. It seems it's definitely against the rules to allow ladies inside the grounds,” and with a gleam in her eyes added, “and as cute as you look, sweetheart, I'm afraid that applies to you, too.” She interrupted me with an angry slam of her gavel. "You are testing my patience, Miss. I've been on the bench for thirty years, and Dr. Poole's testimony was as clear and convincing as any I've ever heard. Now turn to both of your parents, and apologize for deceiving them and hiding the fact that you're a sissy," she growled. The young girl at the door busted out laughing at how much he sounded like a little baby talking. Lois then said “well that’s to bad sweet heart, but I do think your mommy knows best for you.” “So you go have fun dressing up so pretty, and playing with your little dollies. Now remember to try & stay dry and not do any poopy messes in your diapers ok”. She looked at baby Pricilla and said I must tell you sweet cheeks that you look simply adorable & oh so cute in your little frilly little outfit.

Forced to be a Princess (part 4) by forcedfemstorys, literature

Carolyn said, “Yes we know that and it must be exciting for you.” I said, “One thing for sure is I know I am going to hate putting on my boy clothes when the weekend is over.” Carolyn replied, “I’m sure you will feel like that.”

That afternoon, I went to the neighborhood park to shoot some hoops with my friends. It was great to finally be out of the house away from Margaret. But the minute my best buddy, Jeff, threw me the ball, things started to go bad.Well, pretty soon your wife and her lover will be settling into their cabin on the cruise ship. I'll bet the first thing they'll do is make passionate love. How does that make you feel, Sissy?" Don't be such a drama queen, Pris. You might as well get used to people admiring you in your darling sissy outfits." All the while I thought of what was in store for me: two long weeks at the mercy of my bitchy, castrating mother-in-law, who never liked me to begin with, and who had been waiting a long, long time to get me in just such a situation. Mercy, I don't know why folks think they ~have~ to make this disclaimer. First, it's not at all true.

Caroline got toilet paper and began to wipe me. She got me to roll over on to my stomach so she could get to my rear. I did not lie flat on the table as my clitty was making that difficult so I had my rear in the air. It was good as Carolyn wiped me. Carolyn said, “Just hold that position while I go get a cloth and some water. As I waited there with my rear in the air I wondered what the ladies had in store for me today. Myrna gave me a look of absolute disdain as she turned and left me to my sissy task. I felt completely defeated. Carolyn rubbed the front of my panties and I began to moan softly in delight. Carolyn said,” You just love this don’t you Chrissy?” I replied, “Ooh yes it’s nice, I just love it when you make me ejaculate into my frillies. I just love being dressed like a girl. You have turned me into a girl and I really enjoy it.” The Pridelands, an underground hidden realm, formed by a comet impact, it has been hidden in the hollow part of the earth till today. Thanks Prideland crystals with powers similar to the Stones, Max and Zoe have been rearmed and most now work together with the New Lion Guard to protect both worlds. Language: English Words: 23,912 Chapters: 15/? Comments: 28 Kudos: 2 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 425Now Prissy, don't be mad. I'll tell you what. I'll go get my old Barbies so that you can play dollies. Playing dollies always makes you feel better, doesn't it?" Margaret's friends laughed louder, and if possible, my face got redder. Finally, it was more than I could take. I had been in enough playground scuffles to know what to do. I easily grabbed my sister's arm and twisted it behind her. She winced in pain. I cringed when I saw it. "Where did you get this?" I asked nervously. It was a Halloween picture from a couple of years before. Over the next few days, I tried to act as normally as possible. I could tell that Mom was trying to act normally as well, but the way she looked at me, I could tell that things weren't the same. Lot of times I caught her staring at me, a bewildered and hurt look on her face. Whenever Margaret wasn't around, I tried to explain what had really happened. Mom look never let me finish, explaining matter-of- factly that the specialist would take care of everything. I guess I couldn't blame her. Shit! She thought I did this on my own; that I was some kind of fag. "Mom, I can explain!" I stuttered. "Margaret did this to me! She put this stuff in my food, and... and... it made me really weak. Then while you were out, Margaret and her stupid friends made me dress like this!" I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff.