Guys forced to wear girls clothes

His response? Fuka: You guys aren't that bad looking Riki, the protagonist of Little Busters! Contrast Wholesome Crossdresser , a guy who's totally into doing this thing and probably doesn't need a girl's input. As such, it is agreed that the girls would be sent through, as they would look most natural, but when concerns are raised about their potential vulnerability, Nagisa is made a bodyguard , and is soon convincingly dragged into a skirt, low-cut shirt and A-cup bra. Played more darkly with Yuki a male-to-female transgender when she was in middle school. Subtrope of Disguised in Drag.

Somehow the incident struck me as ludicrous, and I started to laugh. To my utter consternation, my aunt agreed, and it was decided that I should be taken over to the sister's house, there to be petticoated and serve as their maid. With my waist laced in so mercilessly that I cannot bend, with heels inches high, with fingers stiffened with the bondage of kid, with "hobble garters" worn in the house to educate and control my already stilted walk, the helplessness of my position breeds a spirit of resignation. I objected at once, as she insisted upon my wearing in the evenings a velvet knickerbocker suit, silk stockings, patent shoes and white kid gloves, whereas I had been accustomed to wear my ordinary clothes, and do pretty much as I pleased; but my objections only made matters worse, as she seized on them as an excuse for putting me through the most rigorous course of discipline imaginable. Newer Post Older Post Home. My hair is growing under a long and exquisitely curled and coiffured flaxen wig, my complexion is a work of art, and my ears have been pierced to admit of the wearing of long and heavy diamond ear-rings.

With my waist laced in so mercilessly that I cannot bend, with heels inches high, with fingers stiffened with the bondage of kid, with "hobble garters" worn in the house to educate and control my already stilted walk, the helplessness of my position breeds a spirit of resignation. I have been mounted on boots and shoes, with heels ascending slowly day by day, and my hands and arms have been imprisoned in the longest and tightest of gloves: the adjustment of a single pair has sometimes taken as long as fifteen minutes. I have been placed in the stocks, and with shoulders strapped back to a back-board, wearing a collar which held my head high and immovable in the air, my hands strapped to the board behind me. I shuddered when I realized that every thing masculine about me had been suppressed.