Mom & Dad Feminize Me For Punishment👙🎀(Crossdressing Stories)

Hey everyone, welcome to M2F story. Today I am going to share with you Panties for Punishment Part One written by Janet L. Stikny.

So if you are new to the channel, then please consider subscribing and check out my Patreon patreon. com/m2fstory. It isn't a question that I have an answer for right now, but as I look at my reflection in the mirror, I am very tempted to say yes.

As an 18-year-old male, I have the urge to see girls with no cloth as often as possible, but never have, except in some magazines. I looked at the reflection again and saw a young girl standing there. Mom had done my hair so that it sweeps past my ears, held back with a pair of barretes, bangs that caress my eyebrows, small gold earrings, and a bright red smile.

A simple white pullover top that swells as my breasts push out against the soft material. a trim waist that accents the flaring skirt which stops a mid thigh. The heels hiked up my butt and made my nylon clad legs shapely and trim, long and sexy.

I am that girl. As I approached graduation, the issue of what college to attend came up. I wanted to go to state and my parents supported my choice.

I had a scholarship, good grades, and I was ready. Then I got into a spot of trouble with the local cops. Since it was my first contact with them, the judge let me go, but in the custody of my parents.

A friend of mine, myself, and two of his friends decided to check out the girls dorm at a local college. Of course, we were busted by a woman that looked like my dad in a dress. We thought of it as a prank and nothing more.

But almost the minute my parents and I returned home, I knew it wasn't. Dad was furious. Mom, I rate, and both of them had a look that would scare anyone with a brain.

I knew that I had stepped into it big time. Dad pointed at the couch and I sat down, waiting to be grounded for life. What happened next was worse than anything I could have imagined.

My name is Leslie. I'm 18, your average guy, I guess. I have brown hair and eyes.

I stand 5'7, tall with a lanky build. It was my mother that broke the news to me. I would not be grounded.

In fact, I could go anywhere and do anything I wanted. In my stupidity, I was smiling until she told me that I since I was so eager to see what a girl looks like in her underwear, I should have the chance. She told me that tomorrow she would make sure that I had the chance and was not to leave the house.

Oh, yes, the question. Do I like the way I look? I was still shaken by the way I looked and could not answer her.

But the word yes lingered in the back, unspoken. The next morning about 11 or so, mom opened the door to my room and without much warning told me to strip to my briefs. I did as she told me.

Then she began rubbing me with some kind of cream. She did not tell me what it was. As the time went by, I began to itch like crazy, yet had to stand there until she let me go take a shower.

On the way, she told me to shave as close as possible. I still did not figure out what was going on. But when the thin hair on my body began to wash down the drain, I had a suspicion that I wasn't going to like it.

By the time I was standing there in front of her, the towel secure around my waist. She had put out on the bed a complete ensemble. At that moment, I knew.

But just where was I going to go wearing just a towel? Remember when we told you that you could come and go as you please? Well, you can, but you'll be wearing these clothes or some like it until we say otherwise.

That way, you can have the chance to see women's lingerie all you like. I now understood why all of my body hair fell off. Mom handed me a pair of panties, which I held with two fingers until she asked me if I was going to put them on or was she going to help me.

I slipped them on, and thus began my transformation. She took me to her vanity and began to put makeup on me. Foundation and powder, then eyeshadow and eyeliner, followed by blusher and eyebrow pencil.

After that came a waist nipper and bra. Then a padded panty brief and panty hose. And finally the skirt and top.

The skirt ones red and short. The top a white sleeveless pullover. Both of which made me feel extremely in no cloth.

The shoes were a pair of black heels. To look at me I looked like a girl that had her hair done by a madman with the short top and shaved sides. But mom had me sit at her vanity as she put a short auburn wig on my head and made it tight.

Then she handed me the lipstick. I hated to do it, but under her glare, I drew on the red lipstick, outlining my lips almost perfectly. After that came earrings, a short necklace, and perfume.

When she was done with me, she told me I was now free to do as I wished. Mom left me standing there that way, staring into the mirror, trying to deny what my own eyes saw. I really did not want to leave my room, but knew that both of my parents expected me to show up dressed this way.

So, I conned myself into believing that as long as I stayed inside the house, I would be okay and stepped out of my room. I should have known better. Mom did not go to all this trouble to let me stay inside, which I found out the moment I walked into the family room.

Dad was gone, but mom was standing there holding her purse in one hand, another in her other hand, which she handed to me. I put your wallet and so on inside the purse along with your lipstick and some tissue. We have to do the grocery shopping now because dad is taking us out to dinner tonight.

Here, take the purse. Out shopping like this dinner tonight at a restaurant. I froze in place until she took my arm and led me out of the house and into the car.

As I struggled with the fact that I was outside, I had my now nylon clad legs bare almost to my waist because of the short skirt and someone might see me. I was merely petrified. Mom told me I looked fine and not to worry.

It's okay for her to say it, but I have to do it. She parked in the lot, opened the door, stepped out, and waited for me. I hated it, but got out of the car, then followed her into the store, pushing the cart as she started to buy the groceries for the following week.

Up one aisle and down another, people, mostly women, crowded the store, and I saw several classmates, girls of course, with their mothers. Panic almost set in a few times, but there wasn't a thing I could do about it. and kept pushing the cart, hoping that nobody recognized me.

By the time we were back in the car, I was an emotional wreck. Yet, all mom said was that I did fine, but I could change clothes later after we put everything away. It was only a prank, Mom.

Why this? We never even got close to any girls. The fact that you tried is enough.

Those other boys are being held on a variety of charges because they have been in trouble before. This is your first offense, and the judge was kind enough to let you go, provided we teach you the value of your mistake. Since your goal was to see girls either with no cloth or in the lingerie, we decided that this is the perfect punishment.

But how long do I have to do this, Mom? You never said. Since the judge sent those boys away for a year, we thought that 6 months dressing as a girl might make it clear that we won't tolerate that kind of behavior.

6 months? But I have to start school before that or lose my scholarships. Of course, but Leslie is such a nice name for a girl.

And Leslie Anne instead of Leslie Andrew is not so different, is it? Nothing will change really except the way you dress. And you will dress this way even at college.

And don't forget, you'll be living here so we can make sure of it. My heart sank at those words. 6 months as a girl.

What happens after that? Leslie the girl one day and Leslie the boy the next. If I did that, everyone would know that I had been dressing as a girl, and I would become a laughingstock.

6 months means a year at least. I sat on the couch and started to cry. Mom sat next to me, put her arm around my shoulder, and hugged me to her.

It's not as bad as all that, Leslie. You make a very nicel looking girl, and if you can manage to learn how to walk, and so on, you'll have no trouble at all. Remember, there are a lot of people that wear skirts and dresses everyday, and they get by just fine.

After a few days, it will seem normal, and by the end of the month, you'll be able to do your own makeup and hair. By then, college will start, and you'll be just another face in the crowd. It sounded so easy, but I knew that it wasn't going to be easy at all.

Mom and I put away the groceries. Then she and I went up to her bedroom where she pulled a dress out of her closet and handed it to me along with a few other things that looked new to me. With a sigh, I took them to my bedroom and put them on the bed.

I looked at my reflection again, hoping that something had changed to make it impossible for this to work, but I was severely disappointed. I still looked like a girl. I felt the tears roll down on my cheeks as the enormity of my punishment settled in.

My friends were probably going to county for a short stretch in the can and they would have a record. I only have to dress as a girl. I don't know which is worse.

Mom told me I have several hours before I have to change for dinner. So, I went into the family room to watch some television. Mom left me alone to reflect on how cruel life can be.

When the time came to change, I did not fight it as mom helped me undress, then waited while I washed off the makeup. Standing there in just the panties, mom wrapped something around me that had a built-in bra, pink and shiny with white lace trim. It didn't seem so bad as I fastened the hooks up the front, even though I felt it pulling my waist a bit smaller.

Then she started to pull the laces tight. I moaned, but she told me it wasn't that tight. Then when she was done, she reached into each cup of the bra and pulled my own flesh up before she used a single thin sock to pat out the bra.

When she was done, it looked as if I had my own boobs. Then she and I went into her room and I sat at the vanity again. This time, she did not touch the makeup.

She made me do it myself, coaching me the whole time. It took longer, but the results were the same. All traces of my maleness had disappeared.

Back in my room, she watched as I pulled on the panty hose, handed me a short slip to wear, then helped me get the dress over my head, and zipped up. As the zipper closed, I felt the material close around me, accenting my now feminine shape nicely. The sweetheart neckline dipped low enough to show off my new cleavage, while the dress tapered to my now smaller waist, flaring out at my hips to end at a hemline that was 2 in above my knees.

Pett coats held out the skirt and crinkled with every step. The shoes were red to match the dress. Mom handed me a pair of gold chandelier earrings that have a red stone set in them with a necklace to match.

waiting until I had them on before she and I went back into her room. Every girl likes to have nice nails, so until yours grow out some, we can use these. Stick out your hand.

One after another, she attached fake nails using a super glue, then filed each one to a rounded end before she painted each one a bright red. Two coats with a clear polish over that. I sat there waving my hands to set the polish while she selected her clothes to wear that night, starting with her best dress, the black sheath.

When she had done that, she checked my nails, said they were dry enough, and slipped a cocktail ring on my ring finger, then spritzed me with perfume, and handed me a bright red lipstick. When I had it on, I thought I looked like a firetruck. I was red from head to toe with prominent cleavage, long sexy legs, a trim waist, and certainly no longer looked like a boy in any way.

I would stick out like a sore thumb in this getup, which is exactly why I was wearing it. I waited in my room for mom to get dressed, standing in front of the mirror almost the entire time. That first fleeting thought I had was that, well, maybe, possibly, yes, I did like the way I looked.

I had changed so completely that I no longer resembled myself. I'm not beautiful like a model, but certainly cute enough to not be merely plain. My only lasting thought was that I could probably dress as a girl and get away with it, which was good because I didn't seem to have any choice in the matter.

It boiled down to wear the dress or leave home, skip the education, and be out on my own, working somewhere I didn't want to be, earning less than stellar wages, and be miserable. I could be miserable at home and still get the education. All I had to do was dress this way.

My parents had crafted a punishment that was more than fitting in their minds. They had adroittyly boxed me in without many options. I let my hand go to my breast, the swelling flesh crowning so real and yet so fake.

But how would anyone know it's fake? Mom entered the room respplendant in her black dress. She gave me a small red clutch bag into which I put my lipstick and wallet.

Then we went into the family room to wait for dad. It would be the first time he would see me as a girl. I could hardly wait.

I heard him come in, saw his shadow at the doorway, then he walked in. Mom pulled me to my feet, and we stood staring at each other, one ashamed, the other odded. He said nothing, going to his room to change for dinner instead.

30 minutes went by before he showed up again, and without a word, opened the door, holding it for mom and I. I thought that we were going to a restaurant, but no. He took us to the country club where everyone knows us and a lot of my friends go on the weekends.

I was in the back seat watching as we passed other people I knew. As he parked the car and stood there waiting, I opened the door and got out ready to run, but in heels. He took one arm, mom the other, and the three of us walked into the club across the huge lobby and into the dining room.

I just knew that every eye in the place was on me after all. I almost glowed in the dark in this outfit. We were seated and for the first time ever, Dad ordered a cocktail for me.

I think you could use a drink, Leslie. I know I can. While we waited for our drinks to arrive.

You look very nice. Better than I anticipated. In fact, thanks.

I think we know that you think this is a harsh punishment, Leslie, but what you did was very foolish and stupid. Those friends of yours, one of them was on probation. The other has several other offenses against him.

The prosecutor called me today and told me they are both getting 3 years based on the fact that this was a breaking and entering and their prior records. He cautioned me to tell you that you are also on probation. Loosely, of course, and if you graduate from college, your records will be cleared.

I told him what we had decided for your punishment, and he agreed with us that it is a fitting, if unusual, punishment. Just then the drinks were delivered and I took the chance to mention what I told mom that this wasn't couldn't last just 6 months unless I wanted to become a laughingstock. Looking the way you do, I wouldn't imagine you'll have any trouble, Leslie.

And if you think it will last a year, then that's how long it will last. It's better than prison, isn't it? But Dad, not butts, Leslie.

You will dress as a girl for 6 months. How you act is up to you. If you decide to be merely a boy in a dress, that will be your choice.

If you decide to act like a girl to make it easier on yourself, well, then that's fine, too. If you would rather attend school for the entire year as a girl, that is also fine with us. But the bottom line is that you will dress as a girl your own age for at least 6 months.

Is that clearly understood? Yes, sir. There was no way I was about to become a parody of any kind.

That would be the worst thing I could possibly imagine. I had to regain my self-esteem. And the simple solution to that was to become the girl I now looked like.

No matter what I thought about this punishment, I had to find a way to remove the self-doubt and innate fear that I felt. By letting myself be merely a boy in a dress would ruin me socially and possibly trash my future. No, the only way out of this was to become the girl I now looked like.

Once I made that decision, it was a lot easier for me to accept the plight I was in. Good. Now that we have that out of the way, I want you and your mother to go shopping tomorrow and make sure that you have a selection of clothing that is appropriate.

As time goes on, we'll get you some more things. Any questions? No, sir.

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