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Date Posted:12:06:29 09/01/11 Thu
Hi, I've never really talked about this but I feel like it's time. Clearly John Doe isn't my real name as I'd like to remain anonymous, but I feel like I can share what happened to me when I was younger without being mocked.
Back when I was very little I was an only child with a single parent being my mother, she was usually working so I was rather free aside from babysitters (who didn't really care) and had the run of the house most of the time. I was 9, I think when my mother met a man who had a duaghter who was 12 or 13 I think.
Well they moved in together really early on and living in an apartment my sister and I had to be roommates. Now this is where things start. My new step father was also usually at work and so my parents decided to let my step sister be incharge. Despite being free and a brat in the past I learned really quickly that she wasn't just any girl, she was a true tomboy and had a very dominant personality.
It started very innocently, she was sort of nice but not afraid to be forceful. Mostly it was "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" at first but then she no longer was happy with me or how I behaved. When our parents were away she started to force me to wear her old panties that no longer fight and I fought back but her being bigger and stronger she always had the upper hand and would punish me if I didn't do it. I had to wear disney princess panties whenever our parents weren't home and even to bed most nights after they went to bed. I wanted to tell them but she told me she'd deny it and call me a weird pervert telling my parents she couldnt believe I'd make such things up.
I was terrifued of her after a while and she loved it. It went quickly from panties to dresses/skirts and bras, often times with make up. She only wore pants and when we'd stop to look in the mirror she'd tell me what a good girl I was and even make me say it a few times.
This lasted two years before our parents broke up and I didn't see her again, but by the end of it I had long hair and was completely under her control. I still feel like I'm a girl whenevr I'm horny but more male otherwise and I keep fighting with myself about it.