Forced crossdressing

forced crossdressing

I went over to a friends house to hangout. I was going to the bathroom when I walked past her brothers room. I could not help but look in on him. He was in front of the mirror with a hair brush. He looked as if he was trying to be a girl. He was flicking his make believe hair to the side and putting his hands on his hips all while he was in just a towel.

I barge in his room, giggling. “What are you doing?” He looks at me as if he is embarrassed. “Hold on!” I run to my friends room and I grab the pinkest panties I can find, and the pinkest dress along with some make-up and heels.

I demand that he gets naked right now, and that if he doesn’t I am going to tell everyone! I take out my phone and start recording. He lets the towel off. Out comes this floppy little Winnie. Wow. “Put these on you little sissy girl.” I hand him the panties, dress, and heals. He begs not to.

“Do it!” He finally gets dressed. I start applying his make up. He looks like the prettiest bitch ever. I start seeing something poke through the dress, must be his Winnie. “You are going to need to tape that in-between your thighs. Girls do not have that!”

He does what he is told, even though that cock wants to rip the tape off. I make him prance and dance around the room as I still record every second of it. He likes it. I can not stop laughing. We walk to the bathroom and grab the house plant in there. I hand it to him. “Here you carry this since you are worthless and you need to replenish the oxygen you take in!”

He is so pathetic I am going to make him carry a house plant around! OMG I love this. I can not wait to show everyone if he is not a good boy. “Get on your hands and knees and kiss my feet, worship the ground I walk on.” I am so glad I was nosy. Now I have a pretty pink little slave girl to have fun with.

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