The Perils Of Being Forced Into Crossdressing.

It is all a game, after all. Isn’t it?

Just a little fun.

And then you realise that even though you laughed as she handed you the panties and said, ‘Go on! Just for me!’, you were secretly aroused.

How your hands shook as you took them.

“Go on!” she said. “I want to see.”

And the coy way you’d slid them on, surprised how they felt, and how silky they were. And then, as you felt yourself hardening, you knew you couldn’t hide your reaction.

It was her laughter that did it. You couldn’t defy that. When she told you to do a little twirl for her, so she could see the sissy properly, you knew you couldn’t argue.

What shame you felt as she watched you, and yet you couldn’t help yourself. You smiled and twirled and when she told you to put on the lipstick you did so as though you’d been waiting for her to say that all your life.

As she put a little eye make up on you, and explained that from now on you were going to be her girlfriend sidekick, your heart pounded like a trip hammer.

Who would ever have thought that rather than this being some isolated fetish play, now she insisted you played the role she had cast you in. All the time. After all, how did she put it? Yes…