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Author: Cindy (now!) |
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Date Posted: 17:51:03 10/02/15 Fri In reply to: KathyW 's message, "Feminizing Mother" on 22:25:31 06/02/15 Tue I didn’t really realise my mother was trying to feminise me until I was twelve years old. Until then I just accepted what she was doing as perfectly normal. After all, what else did I know? Let me explain. My twin sister and I were born in 1968. Obviously I don’t remember the very early part of my childhood, but looking back through old family albums and, later, asking my Mummy about things, I was able to piece together what happened. As babies Mummy dressed Sophie and I in identical outfits. Our family didn’t have a lot of money, so it made sense to limit the cost of baby clothes by having my sister and I share things when we could. In those days babies wore terry nappies, and lots of babies of both sexes were dressed in frills. There are lots of photographs of Sophie and me in what my Mummy still refers to as ‘gowns’, but which actually look remarkably like little baby dresses, with frilly baby knickers covering our bulky nappies. When we were still very young we often ad little bonnets on as well. By the time we were a year old the photos show us in a variety of outfits like dungarees or towelling shorts, always identical. Even our haircuts were the same. Things started to change when were about eighteen months old. At about that time Mummy started our potty training. We could only afford one potty, so Mummy used to sit one of us on it for a while, and then the other. Often Sophie would be first, and by the time she’d had a wee in the potty, I’d wet my nappy. So Sophie got praised for being a good girl, and I got a nappy change. It wasn’t long before Sophie was potty trained, and then toilet trained, but I was still wetting my nappy as regularly as I always had. By the time we were two years old Sophie was in little girl’s knickers during the day, only being put back into nappies when we were put to bed. I, however, was still in nappies all day. Mummy used to admonish me about still needing nappies all day, asking me if I wouldn’t rather be in ‘big kid’s’ underwear, like my sister. Like most children I was keen to impress my mother, so I hoped that one day I too would be allowed to wear underwear like Sophie. But try as she might to train me, I still regularly wet my nappy, and had to wear them all day. By the time we were three years old Sophie didn’t need nappies even at night, but I was still in them. Sophie and I shared a bedroom, and one of my first memories was the embarrassment of us both being put to bed – Sophie just being undressed by Mummy and having her nightie put on, while I had to lie on my bed and have my wet nappy changed. Mummy still dressed us the same as much as possible. When we went out we’d be in dungarees or shorts, but at home we’d both wear skirts or dresses. Again, I didn’t think anything of it – I was only three – and I found out later that if any visitors commented Mummy would explain that it was easier to change my nappy if I had a skirt on. I desperately wanted to not have to wear nappies any more, and the only thing I had to aspire to was panties like my sister wore. I tried really hard not to wet my nappy, but it wasn’t until I was four that I started to be able to go for any time without wetting. I can still remember the pride I felt when Mummy finally decided that I could be trusted not to wet during the day, and she told me what a good boy I was, and that I could now be trusted with ‘big kid’s’ underwear. Of course that meant a pair of the knickers she’d bought for Sophie, but I remember being so proud at finally being allowed to wear them. I still needed nappies at night (and continued to need them until I was five) but being allowed to wear ‘big kid’s’ pants (I didn’t then understand that they were supposed to be for girls only) made me feel really happy. Because Sophie had stopped needing nappies first, and we still didn’t have a lot of money, the underwear we shared was all for girls. I didn’t understand that it was at all unusual for us to wear shorts when we went out, and dresses or skirts when we were at home. I didn’t even understand that it was unusual to be put back into nappies for a long car journey, or if we went to stay away with relatives. Mummy explained that she didn’t want to risk me wetting my knickers in front of other people, and I just accepted it. It was embarrassing having to be changed into a nappy and baby knickers before being put to bed, especially when we stayed at Aunty Jean’s house and my Aunty and her daughters saw me in my nappy and frilly baby knickers, but I just assumed it was normal for boys to wear nappies for bed and girls not to have to. From the age of five I only rarely got put into nappies, but the only underwear we had was Sophie’s knickers. I was so proud not to need nappies any more I was quite happy to wear knickers. I didn’t even know that most boys never wore such things. When we started to go to school Mummy still made me share Sophie’s knickers, but she did make sure that on days when I had PE that I had on a fairly plain pair. And no-one noticed. So it was throughout my childhood. When we went out anywhere Sophie and I were dressed in matching shorts or trousers, but when we at home we were in dresses or skirts, and always with matching panties. I just thought it was normal. The turning point came when I was twelve. I'd always assumed that it was perfectly normal for a boy to wear panties – fairly plain ones for school, more girly ones at other times. Then one day I was invited to go for a sleepover at my best friend’s house. It was Peter’s birthday and he was having a party. I dressed as normal in a pair of my ‘weekend’ knickers. They were pink with little frills around the legs and a tiny bow on the front of the waistband. I thought they were normal; I thought all boys wore that kind of underwear. And although Mummy still dressed me in a skirt or dress at home (which I also thought was normal), she’d let me wear a pair of jeans that Sophie and I shared and one of our t-shirts. We had a great time at the party, and then Peter’s mother ushered us all upstairs for bed. There were six boys and six girls at the party. The girls were shown into one room to get ready for bed and we boys were in another room. Being boys together we all just got undressed ready to get into our sleeping bags which were laid out on the floor. As I casually pulled off my t-shirt and then stripped off my jeans the other boys all looked at me, and then they started to laugh. I stood there in my knickers wondering what on earth they were all laughing at. The noise brought the girls running from their room. I stood there in a pair of frilly panties bemused by everyone’s reaction. One of the girls screamed “Oh my God! He’s wearing girls’ panties!” That was the first time I understood that it wasn’t normal for a boy to be wearing that kind of underwear. The boys were now helpless with laughter at me, and the girls started to lift up the nighties they were wearing to show that the underwear they had on was so similar to mine. I suddenly realised how embarrassing it was to be made to wear that kind of underwear. As everyone laughed, I turned bright red. I wanted a big hole to open up and swallow me. But there was nowhere to go. I could instantly see that the boys had on completely different underwear to me, and even the girls’ underwear wasn’t as frilly as mine. Before I knew what was happening I found myself wetting my knickers. As the warm wetness spread across the front of my panties the girls and boys laughed even harder. Peter’s mother had been watching the spectacle, not knowing quite how to deal with it. But when she saw me wetting my knickers she grabbed my hand and quickly dragged me off to the bathroom, standing me in the bath until I'd finished wetting. “I wondered why your Mummy gave me this bag of things for you, but now I know,” she said. ”Let’s get you out of those wet knickers and into your nappy.” She pulled down my wet knickers and went and fetched the bag I didn’t know Mummy had given her. She left the bathroom door open as she went and fetched the bag, and the girls and boys gathered at the door, laughing at my nakedness. When she returned she shooed them away before producing a pack of baby wipes which she used to clean me up. Still naked she lead me to her bedroom where she made me lie on her bed while she got things out of the bag. I hadn’t worn a nappy for a couple of years at that time – Mummy had put me back into one occasionally as a punishment – but I was now resigned to my fate of being put back into one now. The girls and boys gathered around to watch as she folded a thick terry nappy and slid it under my bottom. I closed my eyes, hoping to shut out the humiliation of what was happening to me. But closing my eyes didn’t help. Peter’s mother said “Your Mummy told me you might wet your knickers, and she said you were to be punished if you did, so before I pin you into your nappy I'm going to spank your bottom.” She then turned to the watching crowd and asked “Who will help me hold his legs up while I spank his bottom?” The girls’ and boys’ laughter increased tenfold as two of the girls volunteered to help. I could only lie there in shamed acceptance of my fate. Two girls came forward and each grabbed hold of one of my ankles and lifted them up high, exposing my bare bottom to my inevitable spanking. Peter’s mother then slapped my bottom a dozen or more times as everyone looked on. I started to cry. When she was done spanking me the girls lowered my legs onto my nappy, which Peter’s mother then pinned me tightly into. Then she produced a pair of waterproof baby knickers which she threaded up my legs and into place over my nappy. Peter’s mother patted me between my legs once she’d pulled my baby knickers up and said to everyone that we should go back downstairs for a while. The boys were in their pyjamas and the girls in their nighties. But I had to go and join them in just my nappy and frilly baby knickers. After that I knew that being made to wear knickers wasn’t normal, and that being made to wear nappies was incredibly humiliating. I got teased mercilessly at school after that, but it only reinforced my belief that wearing knickers was SO much better than being put back into nappies. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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