Stories about forced dressing up in girls' clothes. How to dress a man with a woman

Every week, thanks to the Academy of Fashion Designers, Vitaly was increasingly immersed in the female world, for which at first he was completely unprepared. Practical classes have already begun for almost all couples aimed at developing in all members of the Academy of Beauty and Femininity, including Vitaly, who was born a boy by nature. He had no choice but to do everything that was required of him with all diligence and diligence.

Masha and Lena, his classmates, helped the guy with clothes. Vitaly did not have money for women's clothing, but he had to wear something. Lena collected a whole mountain of her old and unnecessary underwear, which was still quite suitable for everyday wear, as well as a good cosmetic bag and gave it all to Vitaly. Masha limited herself to a modest set of two dresses, three pairs of tights and a bra, but they were completely new. Thus, Vitaly had a pretty good assortment of clothes that he had to dress in every time he went to the academy. His parents, with whom Vitaly constantly lived, at first did not know anything, to tell them about this was something overwhelming for Vitaly - he knew that they were conservative and did not accept anything unconventional, and when he saw that his son was turning into a girl, he probably would have immediately fainted.

Therefore, we had to prepare them for innovations gradually. Vitaly told them every day about what was happening at the academy, said that the academy prepares models, teaches all students without exception the secrets of beauty and grace, showed notebooks with his sketches of suits, skirts, combinations and corsets, and even once dared to ask my mother to vilify her underwear, explaining this with homework in one of the disciplines. To which, of course, he received a bewildered refusal. But with each passing day, Vitaly more and more introduced his parents "up to date", accustomed them to the idea that he was studying in an institution for women and therefore he himself should be as feminine as possible. And in the end, when my mother noticed in his closet a large mountain of lingerie inherited from classmates and listened to his explanation on this matter, there was no expected scandal. Mom just shook her head thoughtfully and angrily, as if to say "Who is my son turning into ...", and then finding out that this was an order of the dean's office and Vitaly had no choice, she even gave her approval and was indignant why he hadn’t said this before.

Mom began to help Vitaly with the choice of lingerie. He began to dress completely in lingerie, not wearing a single man's clothes. On his naked body he first put on delicate lacy panties for women, then pulled on tights, put on the obligatory female attribute a bra on his chest, putting dense rags under it that shape the breasts. Further, the mother combed her son - he was forbidden to cut his hair; to study at the academy, he needed beautiful long hair. Then his mother also painted his lips and eyelashes, turning him even more into a girl. One of several beautiful dresses was worn over it, or a combination of a skirt with a woman's blouse. Sometimes Vitaly wore a bodysuit, which remarkably emphasized his femininity.

Vitaly stopped going to the academy, hiding his appearance under a man's cape, as he had done before. He dressed so that he looked 100% a girl and no one would be able to recognize him as a guy, and therefore he could calmly walk down the street without fear of sidelong glances from passers-by. It was very funny to look like a girl - the need to constantly maintain a strong masculine image was gone, fearing not to fall face down in the dirt. Now any weaknesses, whims and women's whims were allowed. He became freer and more liberated.

For example, companies of gopniks passing by stopped stopping him to extort money, as they had done before, since they usually did not touch the girls. In the trolleybus, the guys gallantly made way for him, no one could roughly push or curse him for nothing. Who can touch a weak, pretty girl?

At the Academy, Vitaly has already been given a new name - Valya. All the girls and teachers now called him that, and the surname was declined in the feminine gender - Afanasyev. Valya Afanasyeva eventually became "her own" at the academy - many were already beginning to forget that this was actually a guy, since the constant wearing of women's clothing very strongly consolidated his female role. Valya became friends with her classmates, many of whom became her friends. Being in women's society, she adopted from those with whom she communicated their demeanor, worldview, outlook on life, style of communication.

It is not for nothing that they say that a person is determined by the environment in which he lives.

But despite all the efforts, Valya still did not reach the level of other girls in her studies, who from birth were adapted to the female attitude and easily understood female disciplines, because Vitaly had only recently become a girl and could not quickly rebuild to a new role.

By the beginning of the third month of study, practical classes began in full steam. Vitaly coped with some, but not with some. It was necessary to demonstrate femininity in gait and movements, in the look and expression on the face, in conversation, communication - and this Vitaly, who had just started wearing dresses, was sorely lacking. The teachers knew that it would be more difficult for the guy, but they did not make any discounts for him and mercilessly gave the lowest marks.

In the subject "Women's Clothing" Vitaly lagged behind especially - if in other disciplines he could still apply efforts to "match the level", then here it did not work either. When Olga Ivanovna lost all patience, Vitaly was ordered to go to her home for additional classes, otherwise he would face expulsion.

And Vitaly had no choice but to obey and come to the house of the "Women's Clothes" teacher at the appointed time. She opened the door and greeted Vitaly with a smile.

Come on in, girl. Did you wear white stockings as I told you? - she examined the legs of her student.

Mom didn't have any whites. She gave me black ...

Again, you did everything wrong. But never mind, I'll give you my stockings, take off your clothes and go into the room.

Vitaly knew that the teacher in this subject always closely followed the clothes, and for her every detail was really important, even such as the color of the stockings, so Vitaly tried to treat this with understanding. Walking into the room, Vitaly, dressed in black stockings, covered with a light skirt and a beautiful lace dress over his underwear, was very surprised by the absolute decoration and elegance of the room. A large, beautiful pink bed with an exquisite down pillow covered with thin gauze resembled a bed of some princess from fairy tales. And the rows of all kinds of women's dresses, skirts and capes hung on the side could even compete in quantity and quality with the assortment of a clothing store.

Well, Valyusha, how are you going to correct the situation with unsatisfactory grades?

Well, I don't know how ... Tell me what to do.

Olga Ivanovna looked at Vitaly with a very stern look and, raising her voice, spoke:

You are completely unbelted! You don't do anything to be on the level of other girls and you also want me not to give you a deuce for the semester! It's too late to do something Vitaly! Late! I didn’t invite you here to study with you. Now everything will be decided - will you continue your studies or will not. I can easily correct your two for a three if you are now an obedient girl.

Olga Ivanovna. Excuse me. I will definitely improve next semester. I promise!

No, I don't need your promises. So, first, take off your stockings, I'll put you white on ...

Vitaly obediently pulled off two nylon stockings from his feet, unhooking them from the waistbands, and then after them took off the black women's belt. Having received two white stockings and a lacy white belt in his hands, Vitaly, as a girl accustomed to such things, put on all this. Vitaly was also wearing white, transparent, thin tango panties that he sometimes wore to the Academy, inherited from his classmate Katya.

Then the unexpected happened. Olga Ivanovna silently, without saying anything with her strong hands, tilted Vitaly to face the bed, forcing him to sit on his knees, spread his legs to the sides and began to massage the anus with her fingers. The tango panties were slightly shifted to the side and Vitaly's tender ass turned out to be completely open to Olga Ivanovna. Continuing massaging, she began to speak:

Are you still a virgin, as I understand it? You still don't know all the delights of sex?

What a virgin? What are you talking about? I AM A BOY!! I had no intention of going to this damn academy, much less dressing like a girl! Why are you massaging me there, stop it!

Shut up! - Immediately, not noticing how it happened, Vitaly felt that the handcuffs fastened to the bed were closed on his hands. Then the same thing happened to the legs.

Help! Let me out! - Vitaly twitched in convulsions trying to get out, but his attempts were stopped by Olga Ivanovna's hand, wrapped around his long female hair, woven into curls.

My girl. Calm down. You will be a girl forever and don't try to find your way back.

NOT! I don't want anymore! That's it, this study got me, give me a two for a quarter, I leave and become a normal guy!

But something entered Vitaly's anus. This "something" at first a little, and then more and more made its way into the depths until it entered such a depth, from which all women are delighted.

Get it out of me! Get it out!

Immediately Vitaly began to sway to the beat of the movements of Olga Ivanovna, who grabbed him around the waist and penetrated back and forth into his female ass. Now Vitaly could no longer hold back the screams and groans of pleasure. He screamed in a truly feminine way, as if just now the woman who Olga Ivanovna always wanted to find in him woke up in him.

Have me! Have it like a slut! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Stronger! You are welcome! You are welcome! A-ahh! and! AND! ABOUT! ABOUT! AND! AND! - squeals were heard throughout the apartment.

You see how you like it! I'll give you a C, I will definitely give you. My Valyushenka ...

Yes! Yes! Stronger!

You will still come to me at will later. From now on you will become a real woman! Do you take your words back about leaving the academy?

I take it! Yes, I take it! Just don't stop! ...

Vitaly went home shabby, in white stockings on his legs, and did not change his clothes back to black. As Olga Ivanovna explained, he was not the first guy she had, all nine guys from the academy had already visited her, and he was the last in line. And on everyone before depriving them of their virginity, she wore white stockings of the same company, symbolizing innocence and femininity. Subsequently, she asked to keep these stockings and put them on every time she came to her home.

The school days continued. Once, having come to the academy, Vitaly found an advertisement hanging on the main stand. It said that all the guys should definitely go after classes at 14-00 to the medical center on the first floor, where they will be given some pills necessary for further training. Then the teacher Olga Ivanovna confirmed the same thing in the lesson, saying:

Valyusha, today you must definitely go to the first-aid post, and you will find out everything there.

Vitaly came a little earlier than two o'clock to the place where a group of guys had already gathered, dressed just like him - in tights, dresses, skirts, with painted faces and women's hairstyles. They did not communicate with each other in the way that a group of guys usually communicate - with rudeness, aggressiveness, arrogance. Communication here resembled a warm female conversation, the voices were calm, gentle, and the topics of conversation were entirely female, as if good friends were talking.

Soon everyone was told to come in. In the spacious office, at the table were two doctors - young women, one of whom began to speak:

So, you're far from being a guy, it's time to admit it If any of you still want to be a guy, then I feel sorry for him, because there will be no turning back and the worst thing you can do is to complicate your life with useless torment. From this day on, you will start taking special pills that stimulate the production of female hormones in the body. Their effect will begin to manifest itself within a week - you will begin to feel like a woman, you will have a desire to do what you have not done before, the timbre of your voice will change to a higher and more tender one, your breasts will begin to grow ...

All stood and listened with open mouths, without uttering a word. Only when the doctor was silent and paused, someone from the crowd asked:

Do you want to make real girls out of us? Replace your gender? What about the genitals?

I answer in order. Yes, you are absolutely right, we want to COMPLETELY change your gender and turn you into women. You all already look very nice, it is clear that the fashion knowledge acquired at the academy affects the choice of clothes. But I assure you, when you start taking these pills, you simply will not recognize yourself in the mirror! The shape of the body will change, the breasts will grow and finally each of you will undergo a genital replacement operation. Everything you will have like real girls!

This statement made some of those present noticeably delighted - apparently those who already liked to be girls, and brought someone into a state of anxiety and fear of their described future in such detail. But one way or another, the first batch of pills was accepted by all without exception, otherwise, otherwise, the question of expulsion would immediately arise.

From that moment on, every two days, Vitaly and all the guys visited the first-aid post and took the required dose of pills. Within a week, an unusual softness in behavior and some kind of unprecedented femininity became noticeable. Even the parents noticed the change and were seriously worried about who their son was turning into. Mom suggested that Vitaly stop walking in women's underwear all the time and at least sometimes wear men's underwear, believing that this is precisely the reason, since Vitaly did not say anything about the prescribed course of pills. But Vitaly refused, trying to convince his mother that there is nothing wrong with being like a girl.

A week later, Vitaly already had quite large bumps on his chest. This fact excited him very much and at the same time made him happy - it became interesting to feel the new part of the body, admire it in the mirror and wonder what will happen when the breasts take on even larger shapes. It is no longer possible to hide from his parents ... Although he could wear opaque bras, and say that under the bra there are shaping rags, but it would still be only a temporary measure. Never mind, since they are accustomed to my wearing of women's underwear, they will get used to this too, - thought Vitaly.

The disclosure took place only when Vitaly's breasts grew to incredibly large sizes. Neither he nor the doctors expected this - the other guys by this time had not very big breasts, while Vitaly's breasts were fully formed and became even more beautiful and larger than those of many women. His two elastic titties were now barely fitting into the bra sizes he had previously worn, so he had to buy new ones.

The exposure took place on an ordinary spring day. Mom returned from work while Vitaly was taking a shower. He did not notice the arrival of his mother and after washing, put on only lacy white panties, calmly leaving the bath with bare breasts. When mom and son met face to face in the hallway, mom almost fainted.

Mom, do you feel bad? I’ll explain everything now, don’t worry, - Vitaly, as a girl, reflexively covered his breasts with his hands, - all the guys in the academy have long been given special pills that turn us into women. And if I refused, I would be kicked out of the academy, and you would be even more upset!

Mom burst into tears. Vitaly hugged her and tried to calm her down, gently stroking her hair.

So what should I call you now? - said mom, - give you a new name? All my life I grew up as a boy and then this happened ... It's a nightmare !! Nightmare!

Would you like to give me a new name. I agree to any female name. True, at the academy my name has been Valya for a long time, but I would not refuse some other, more feminine name. Mom, if you love me, you must wish me happiness. And I am happy when I am a girl, I really like this new role, as if I was born again!

Son, why did I raise you in vain? Did you instill male qualities in you, buy male things?

That life was in the past. Now life is different! Now you can buy me women's clothes, women's clothes. And I will be your most beloved and best daughter!

Mom once again looked at Vitaly's breasts, then silently walked to the closet and took out her large, wide, feminine bra.

On, put it on ...

Vitaly deftly fastened the straps and covered their breasts.

I give you a new name - you will be Olya. Agree?

Of course, Mom!

So be it, I will try to accept you and love you as a daughter. Since you yourself like it, then I will not blame you for anything. Be a girl, for heaven's sake.

Thanks Mom!

By the beginning of the next exams, Vitaly was again called by Olga Ivanovna to her home. By that time, Vitaly had almost completely formed as a girl - both in external data and character, and outlook, therefore, unlike past meetings, he felt more liberated. Olga Ivanovna immediately in the hallway plunged the student into shock, throwing off her long robe. Under it was completely different from the diligent and modest Olga Ivanovna, who was in the classroom. Black fishnet stockings, a tight corset, leather gloves, a leather belt with a vibrator attached to it and a whip sticking out from under the belt.

But that was only the beginning. What Vitaly saw in the bedroom made him fearfully head towards the exit, and only Olga Ivanovna's physical intervention did not allow him to do this. In the middle of the room stood two large iron machines in which two students from the Academy were fixedly fixed. Their bodies were tilted down at a slight angle, their heads were slightly lowered with a gag in their mouths, women's breasts were lowered into containers specially designed for them, their legs were set in the classic "cancer" pose and spread apart, and naked asses flaunted at the back thanks to panties slightly pulled down and the raised hem of the dresses. On the asses were clearly visible traces of recent blemishes.

Let me go, I want to get out! - but the door was locked and Valya could do nothing.

Calm down girl. You came here to get credit in my subject, right? Do you really agree to leave the academy without getting credit?

You're right. I was a little scared. All this is so unexpected ... I thought it would be the same as before, so you just fuck me and let me go. But what are you doing with these guys?

They are no longer guys, like you. Now you will join them and find out everything yourself.

Okay. I agree if it is required for study ...

Valya went into the room, and trying not to look into the frightened and submissive eyes of the two "prisoners", took off her things, finding herself in only white stockings with a belt, white panties, a white bra, and a white bodysuit. Behind the two occupied machines stood a third, completely empty, to which Valya herself, without invitation, went. Olga Ivanovna deftly laid her on metal supports, clasped her arms and legs with iron handcuffs embedded in the machine, plunged her head into a special holder and stuck a gag into her mouth, which is a natural-looking artificial penis. The position of the body turned out to be very uncomfortable, it was almost impossible to move the body and this created a feeling of complete submission and lack of will.

With a sharp movement of his hand, thin panties were pulled down and Vitaly all tensed in preparation for what would happen next. Olga Ivanovna just spun the machine and it spun on its axis, like a carousel. Vitaly loved merry-go-rounds, but it was very unpleasant to rotate in such a helpless position.

When the machine stopped, Olga Ivanovna turned Vitaly with her ass in her direction and got down to business. The member entered at first shallowly, but then with quick movements each time it sank deeper and deeper, forcing Vitaly to scream and scream loudly.

Oh yeah! You are welcome! Yes! Yes! Yes! Still! Still!

Olga Ivanovna fucked Vitaly for about 20 minutes, and then stopped and said:

Relax girl! I'll bring you some food now.

Being still in a motionless state, Vitaly came to his senses after what had just happened. "All the same, it is more pleasant to be a girl!" - he thought, - "I've never experienced such pleasure before."

Olga Ivanovna soon returned holding three bottles with fixed papillae at the ends - only babies are fed with these. Having adjusted the machines so that the students stood exactly in a row, having pulled out the gags, Olga Ivanovna thrust a nipple into each mouth. It was so humiliating to liken the students to babies, but they were already used to everything and without wrangling began to smack their papillae, drawing in the milk. And Olga Ivanovna, as an imperious mistress, guiding her weak-willed girls, looked affectionately at this sight.

Good lalechki! Suck on the milk! Suck well ...

When the bottles were empty, Olga Ivanovna returned the gag to each mouth and took up the whip. The first to be whipped was a student named Sasha from a neighboring group, with whom Vitaly was slightly familiar. With each blow of the whip, Sasha shuddered and screamed, but his scream was almost inaudible because of the gag inserted into his mouth.

The scene of this spanking made such an impression on Vitaly that, while waiting for his turn, he trembled and almost cried. And from Sasha's eyes, tears have long flowed down his powdered cheeks ...

He was flogged for 15 minutes, turning his ass into a bleeding mess.

Then the whip "played" on Vitaly's ass. It was very painful, and in order to somehow relieve the pain I had to scream and cry.

You will know how to get deuces in my subject! Here's your payback! I'll carve all the asses! Olga Ivanovna shouted.

The whip whistled through the air, firmly thrusting itself into the ass. Vitaly gradually began to even turn it on, he began to feel like a naughty girl who was subjected to harsh punishment. As a result, it all ended with the fact that the penis hardened and exhausted from the desire to cum, after the end of the spanking was only slightly massaged by Olga Ivanovna and the white liquid poured out, causing Vitaly to have an orgasm of such force, which he had never experienced before ...

On this day, several more times each student was subjected to flogging and orgies, and only in the evening were the students released and released to their homes.

Valya could hardly move her legs and then for a long time could not sit on the priest. But the test was set, studies at the Academy continued, and this was the most important thing for Vali! On such a positive note, the first year of her studies ended, the first year of becoming a girl. Just a year ago, he was an ordinary, unremarkable guy, and now this was a real girl in whom it was impossible to recognize the former Vitaly.

I grew up a modest, quiet boy, studied well at school, but at the same time, because of my character, I was considered a "black sheep" in the class, and was subjected to various ridicule and humiliation from classmates. I was under the strong tutelage of my mother, she too cherished and took care of me. All the clothes that I wore, she bought for me herself, in choosing clothes I was not independent, what my mother bought, I wore. And the mom's choices were often different from the normal clothes suitable for a boy. I usually wore ridiculous sweaters, ugly trousers, my clothes were too much like the clothes of "nerds" and were not at all fashionable. Even I felt a little girly.

Maybe that's why, too, I was a laughing stock in the class.
When I turned 14, I suddenly noticed a pack of tights appeared in my closet. Mom always put in my closet only my clothes, or the old ones, or the new ones that she bought for me, but exclusively my clothes. Therefore, the appearance in the closet of my mother's tights at first seemed strange to me.
I asked my mother why she put my pantyhose on. Mom, it seemed to me, was even outraged by my question.
- I bought you tights, what's so strange? - she said.
- But these are women's tights! - I answered.

What do you care about women or not? You will wear them under trousers, instead of leotards, so as not to freeze in the cold.
Frankly, the last time I wore tights was only when I went to kindergarten, and in the future, these non-male clothes left my wardrobe, like all boys. Wearing tights is the prerogative of girls. And here, thanks to my mother, tights again appear in my wardrobe. They were thick nylon tights, about 50 denier, black. I began to constantly wear them to school under trousers, as my mother ordered.
At first it was embarrassing to wear pantyhose, I felt somehow girly, being in pantyhose. But then I got used to it. It seems that no one at school noticed what I was wearing under my trousers. Although when I was sitting, the trousers were slightly raised up and at the very bottom of my legs I could see tights. Yes, by the way, many girls in our class at this age wore tights, and looking at them, I understood them. The only difference was that they bared their legs, wearing skirts, and I wore trousers.

Gradually, new packs of tights began to appear in my closet. Mom began to actively buy them for me, even though I had not yet torn the old tights. It's just that I now have tights of different colors. In addition to the black ones, my mother bought white and pink ones. The colors are frankly girly, and the tights themselves were with patterns and lace. But nothing can be done, I had to wear them.
After about 2 months I got so used to tights that it became almost natural for me to wear them. And then one day, opening my closet, I found there white women's knickers with lace. At first, their appearance made me smile, I decided that my mother threw them at me by mistake. But when I asked my mother what the pantaloons were doing in my closet, she said that she bought them for me.

In winter, you need to take care of the warmth of your feet, and that's why I bought you tights. But you also need to take care of the warmth of the upper legs and genitals, so now I also bought you knickers. They keep warm well. And women - because there are no others.
“But other boys don’t wear women's pantaloons! - I objected.

And I don't care what others are wearing, so let them freeze! And my son will wear what I say!
It was useless to argue, and the next day I came to school dressed in tights and women's pantaloons, under the bottom of my trousers. Naturally, no one could notice this, but nevertheless, at first it was extremely embarrassing for me ... Well, at least I did not have to go to physical education, since I had release, due to problems with my physical weakness, and therefore I did not have to change clothes in plain sight. Yes, I was weak as a girl, if someone tried to attack me at school, I could not defend myself and usually cried if they hit me too painfully.
After some time, my mother bought me another girlish thing. It was a see-through nightie, with lace at the chest and edges of the nightie. Naturally, before putting on this, I asked my mother why she bought me a nightie for girls. Mom replied:
- It's beautiful! It will be very comfortable to sleep in it. Not like your ridiculous boy T-shirt.
- Well, it's girly clothes!

So what? You've been wearing girly tights and pantaloons for a long time. So why are you resisting the nightie? It will be very comfortable to sleep in it. You try, and then you will say whether you like it or not.
Thus, my mother persuaded me to try. I put on a white nightie immediately before going to bed, after taking off my shirt. Mom was present and made sure that I put her on.
- That's all, and you were afraid. Sleep, my little one! - said my mother and kissed me on the cheek. Yes, despite her 14 years old, my mother allowed such tenderness with me and treated me like a little one.
Yes, I must admit, it was pleasant to sleep in a nightie. You feel in a nightie as delicate and weak as a girl, you want to plunge into sweet dreams. Thus, the girl's nightie, from that moment on, became my usual clothing for sleeping.
In the morning I naturally took it off and dressed for school as usual.

But if my mother said that she buys me girl's underwear, as it protects from the cold, then with the onset of spring, logically, I should stop wearing it. And now, finally, spring has come and I hoped that now there would be no tights and pantaloons - just trousers on bare legs and it would not be cold.
But it was not there! With the onset of warming, I found a new pair of tights in my closet. Unfolding the packaging, I decided to try them on. These were very thin 20 denier tights, the kind that girls wear in the warm season. I came to my mother, to find out what they are for me:
- Mom, why did you buy me thin tights? After all, they do not protect from heat, and do not give any effect, except for "beauty".
- Because spring is coming and all the girls are starting to wear thin tights, so I bought them for you ... - said my mother.
- But I'm not a girl!

What's the difference? I see that you want to wear girlish clothes! That's why I bought you spring tights.
How my mother found out that I wanted to wear girls' clothes, I did not know. In some ways, she was really right. One part of me wanted to wear girlish clothes, experiencing some kind of pleasure and secret passion from this, and another part of me resisted and urged me to be a normal kid and throw all these girlish things out of my life.
But in the end it was the girly part of my soul that won. I started wearing thin spring tights. In addition, my mother also bought me two pairs of real girls' panties, which as a result completely replaced my men's panties and I began to wear them all the time ... But it became even more humiliating to once see in my closet a female bra of the 1st size. Mom was almost unable to clearly explain why I need a bra if I do not have female breasts. But my mother made me very persistently to wear a bra. Until I realized what was what. About two months later, I noticed how my breasts began to swell and increase in size, acquiring completely non-masculine features. Because of what this is happening, I had no idea. Sometime by September 1, by the beginning of the new school year, my breasts grew to such a size that I already had to hide it from others. And the size 1 bra was perfect for me. Naturally, this caused great embarrassment and depression in me. I constantly asked my mother about what was happening to me, but my mother only gave me hints to understand that I need to gradually become a girl, this is for my own good.

At first, I had to wear very loose, wide sweaters to school to hide my big breasts. And this helped at first, although many already knew that something strange was happening to me. My voice became like a girl's and demeanor. Yes, and the bra that I wore under my jacket was once noticed by my classmates. This happened when I was sitting in the classroom, and the boys sitting on the back of the school desk noticed that the straps of the bra were visible under my jacket. They jokingly grabbed me by the strap of my bra and I realized that my secret was revealed ...

After that, all the guys began to call me "p and dar om" and even beat me a little. It made me cry like a crybaby girl. I began to seek my salvation in the society of girls. Only girls could understand me a little, support and accept me into their society, and even then not all girls.
After a couple of months, my breasts grew even more, and now even a thick jacket did not help to hide my breasts from others. And then one day my mother forbade me to wear this wide blouse, having bought me a yellow tight-fitting girl's blouse-shirt, instead of the previous rough man's blouse. Having put on this jacket, the first thing I saw in the mirror was two bumps protruding from under the jacket - my chest stood out so clearly. I almost burst into tears, imagining that I would have to go to school in this form. But there was nowhere to go, the next day at school I looked almost like a girl in this girl's tight jacket. There was a lot of mockery at me, but I had to endure everything. It was hard at first, and then many already began to get used to the fact that I was half-boy, half-girl, and did not particularly pester me.

The teachers, too, at first treated me very negatively and even called my parents to school (more precisely, my mother, since I was raised by one mother, my father left us as a child). And my mother managed to assure the teachers that nothing terrible was happening to me, she told the teachers that I had such a strange disease, because of which I was gradually turning into a girl, and she even managed to persuade them to treat me more attentively and politely.
Thus, the attitude of everyone towards me gradually softened, and after a while I grew bolder and began to make my own cosmetics. In general, like all girls, she began to strive to look beautiful. Naturally, with the help of my mother - she bought me a cosmetic bag and taught me how to paint. Now I started going to school with only beautiful makeup.

After a while, I completely switched to women's clothing. I grew bolder and began to put on a skirt, tights, high-heeled shoes, a blouse to school ... In general, I was in full dress. And they made me a beautiful hairstyle in the women's beauty salon.
This is how my girlish life began. As I later learned, my mother secretly mixed my food with female hormones, thanks to which my breasts grew, my appearance feminized, my voice changed. Mom did this because she thought it would be better for her and me, she always dreamed that I was a girl, and it would be hard for me in society to live with such a weak character if I remained a man.
Maybe she's right. At least now I have almost come to terms with the fact that I am now a girl and I see a lot of advantages in a woman's life ...

You will need

• To achieve similarity with a woman, a man will help:
• - Underwear;
• - clothes;
• - footwear;
• - wig;
• - cosmetics;
• - costume jewelry

Instructions

Nowadays, the purchase of tights and stockings by a man, as well as women's underwear, no longer surprises anyone. The most that can cause your purchase is a benevolent smile of the seller. Choose what you like and feel free to buy, just get ready to answer typical questions, for example, what size is your girl. Of course, if you are embarrassed to say that you personally need stockings and a bra.

If you don't want your dress-up experiments to go public, order whatever you need for your makeover (wig, dress, shoes or boots) from online stores or online auctions such as e-bay. There is a risk that the product will come in the wrong size, but it can be replaced. Another drawback is the delivery times, which sometimes last up to one and a half months.

When ordering dresses and shoes in the online store, specify which size scale the seller is guided by. Correlate Russian sizes with sizes accepted in European countries. As for China, where clothes and shoes are most often supplied from, they sew things in accordance with European standards.

When all the packages are received, and you are satisfied with your new outfits, do your makeup. You will need: foundation, thick foundation, powder, foundation sponges, concealers, blush, shadows, mascara, eyeliners, eyebrows, lips, lipstick and mascara. Try not to save money if you want to achieve stunning results. Travesty artists use special makeup. In a domestic environment, you will not need it. And you can buy cosmetics without shame in specialized stores. When purchasing a product, look at the expiration date.

Allocate a few hours to the ritual of reincarnation, turn off your phone, tune in to a meeting with the beautiful.

The first step is to shave as cleanly as possible. Rest your irritated face. Start by shaping the eyes, apply eye shadow, and add eyeliner. Before applying eyeshadow, a makeup base should be applied to the eyelids. Many makeup artists advise using foundation as a base under the eyeshadow, which will make them brighter and more saturated.

The next step is dressing up. Changing clothes is preceded by applying foundation to your face, as there is a possibility of splashing it on a new dress.

Finish your eyes, paint your eyelashes with mascara. If a little smudged, gently remove the mascara from the face with cream. Form your eyebrows, if they are not thick, with an eyebrow pencil. It is better to pre-seal thick eyebrows with a special plaster or paint over with a tonal pencil, and then again on top.

Start applying the foundation. Let it soak in.

The foundation is spread over the face and hammered into the skin. Your task is to close the pores with the cream, to even out the face. Of course, the face will resemble a mask, but the alternative to the translucent blue from the stubble is much worse.

Lips. Apply a little bit of foundation on them to paint over the contour, and then outline with a lip liner, increasing or vice versa decreasing. Powder and blush.

Take a measuring tape.

• Measure your breasts under your nipples, add a couple of centimeters if you want to wear a bra - this is your breasts.
• Measure your waist, about an inch above your belly button - this is your natural female waist. Also measure your waist a few centimeters below your belly button. This is your female "low waist" - probably your male waist.
• Don't worry about your hips. Open any site, says JC Penny, and find a women's sizing chart. Find your size. This is not enough. Waist measurements are the most important as you will be able to adjust your chest. You will find that depending on the style of the dress and the manufacturer, the size of the dress is an imprecise science. Also measure your wrist size for the bracelet. Here's a list of what you need:
• Wig. Don't wrap your wig unless you want an Afro style. Do not use wigs with too long hair, as such wigs are synthetic, hair below the shoulders gets tangled faster and is difficult to care for. Also buy a wig comb. Go to sites like Beauty Trends (google it) and get ready to pay around $ 50 off for a wig. Color? Try combining ... Multiple colors at the ends, highlights or highlights. Size: they have larger sizes available, as well as instructions on how to measure the head for a wig - small, regular or large. Wigs under $ 30 are most likely made of nylon and are not usable like Halloween wigs.
• Shoes. Add one size to yours and you've got your size for womens sandals. Add one and a half sizes to yours and you get your size for women's boots and pumps. You need wide or even extra wide shoes if you are a big girl. Try Payless for cheap shoes. There are large sizes on the Coward Shoes website, onestopplus, silhouette and other large sizes. About the heels. Heels of 12 centimeters will certainly work in the photo, but if you weigh less than 55 kg, they will not be practical. If you are going for a walk in heels, choose heels 5 - 7 cm high. Black or black patent leather shoes will be just right.
• Sconce. Buy yourself a bra. Go to the store with your chest measurements (not chest), maybe 1-1.5 cm more. The black bra is universal. Cup size? Well, if you weigh under 75 kg, choose B or C cup, weigh more than 85 - C or D cup. If you're a bigger girl, you should probably get a D or DD cup. Breast Forms… Try PALS on eBay, pay less than $ 100, or go to the store and buy a large form for about $ 40 or just buy panties until you decide what size you want. Little girls can buy bras everywhere if you are a big girl - try Lana Brian's brand, her big sizes won't swallow you up.
• Tights. Tights are cosmetics for legs. They will mask scratches, cuts, and other physical disabilities. Try tights closer to your waist so you can see your underwear. Check the size chart on the back of the package. IT IS BETTER TO TAKE ON A SIZE BIGGER. Perhaps you, like some girls, are the owner of long legs and are tall in yourself. You don't want the tights codpiece to hang around your knees. If you put on tights, and they will hang on you - well, take one size smaller. Put a spare pair in the trunk of your car for the first time. Use garters for stockings. Yes, it sounds funny, save them for short skirts, rock and roll clubs or dates. \u003e)
• Corset. As long as you are neat, but then ... You can get a little crooked. The rago 21 is the best. Buy a corset one or two sizes smaller than you need.
• Ok, now let's make you fit. Tops, skirts and dresses. Want to look younger? Find the Alloy website. They have clothes for big girls. You are skinny and want fetishes - Lipservice or Hot Topic can help you. Want something more MILT? JC or Massey. If you're big, try surplice V, or tops. Little girls can wear taller necklines, boat necklines, square necklines, drapery. Below, put on a curvy, tight fitting. Your hips are smaller and more compact than most girls, flared skirts will round you up a bit, especially if you wear some kind of bright belt or scarf around your waist. Or go the other way, wear a tight skirt, thus making your legs longer. Black is thinner, but don't wear it that often. A little black dress is a good base for a wardrobe, but needs to be complemented with accessories or jewelry.
• Accessories. You need at least one bracelet, ring, and necklace. Look at Emitations - they have larger sizes, as well as clips. Handbag. Ideally, the color of the purse should match your shoes, but it doesn't have to. Black is very practical. For starters, the shoulder strap will make you feel like you've lost your wallet. Size: The small handbag is very cute, but what are you going to put in it? Money, lipstick, compact powder, pen, paper - they all fit, but add your phone, camera, cigarettes and you need a bigger size. An internal zip pocket keeps your ID, credit cards, bills from falling out as you rummage through your bag. And remember what your mom told you, "if there is no tampon in your purse, it's not a purse." The girl in the next booth can buy LMN forever in your face.
• Makeup. Too many to stay here. The best investment would be to go to the MAC women store, buy at least $ 50 worth of makeup (very small handbag), and get free makeup. They'll try to sell you makeup, but you pay off for foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and one lipstick. Be careful when asking questions. If MAC cosmetics store sounds too scary, go to the beauty salon, which has a make-up corner and make-up service, you can call them if you want to come in a quiet time. Your money will spend a little longer and you can pay more attention to the courses.