Forced feminization Punishment

Petticoat Punishment & Forced Feminization Stories

Brittany was the leader, and it wasn’t just because it was her birthday. The girls seemed to always follow her lead. At her word, I was stripped of my kilt, and pushed into the center of the room and presented before her. I was standing before a group of girls almost naked besides my pink, ruffled panties. I compensated by trying to cover myself with my hands.

“So tell me Chris…what kind of boy comes to a girl’s birthday party wearing panties and a skirt?”

She seemed genuinely curious, and I figured the truth was better than any lie I could make up.

“I…I…Miss Samantha makes me wear them.”

My head was bowed in shame.

“Makes you?”

“To punish me…”

“Interesting…” it seemed this sparked a thought in her head that she needed to ponder for a second, “Do you like wearing them?”

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Well then why are you wearing them?”

“I told you, she makes me.”

“So do you wear panties all the time under your clothes?”

“No, I just started wearing them a few days ago.”

“Oh, you just started…so that means you’re going to continue to wear panties?”

“No...I don’t know. It all depends on if I’m good or not, ” I said ashamedly.

Suddenly there was a little vindictive tone in her voice.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Good for you?”

She was just like Miss Samantha.

“It’s my birthday today, and I want you to be good for me today. That is if your ever want to get your clothes back. Now do you want to be good for me today?”

“What do you mean ‘be good for you’?”

“I mean are you going to do everything that I tell you to do today?”

“I don’t know…I guess. If that’s what you want.”

“I want you to do as a special present to me for my birthday. Is that something you want to do?”

“Uh, sure, if that’s what you want. I guess it is your birthday”

“We’re going to play a little game. I’m the princess and I want you to be my servant for the rest of the day. That’ll be your special present to me today. If you’re good, we’ll give you your clothes back, and we won’t say a thing to anyone. If you’re not, then there will be consequences. Is that something you think you can do to be good for me?”

“Okay Brittany, you’ve had your fun, now please let me go. I won’t bother you again.”

“I haven’t even begun to have fun, now are you going to be my servant, or are you going to be a bad little boy, and have to face the consequences?”

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