September 16, 2018

Have you ever woken up wearing women’s clothes?

Have you ever been dressed up and made-up by girls against your will?

It was my Aunt B’s 40th birthday weekend and the whole family was invited to her house in Maine. I was about 13 years old at the time. We drove up from Massachusetts in a stationwagon, just me, my step sister Tammy (13 also), my dad, and my stepmom. We arrived and met the rest of the family, mostly members we hadn’t met before. Among the kids were my two cousins, Travis (12) and Charlotte (14). We were all living together in a big isolated house in the woods for the next 3 days.

Myself, Tammy, Travis, and Charlotte all shared the basement. Travis and I shared a room; Tammy and Charlotte shared a room. We stayed up late the first night playing truth or dare and poker. When it got late, Travis and I went to our bedroom to ‘go to sleep’. However, we had a secret plan. When the girls fell asleep, we crept into their room quietly and put honey in their hair. When they both woke up, their hair was sticking to their pillows and they were furious but washed it off in the shower. We all continued with our day.

After a family dinner that next evening, Travis and I were hanging out in our basement room talking about girls when Tammy and Charlotte walked in with a small pink leather bag. We asked them what was inside it and Charlotte said, “It’s Aunt B’s makeup! We’re going to put it on you. Who’s going first?” She said, while uncapping a tube of bright pink lipstick and looking at Travis and I. We both bolted up and ran past them, sprinting for the back door! We made it past the door and the girls chased us towards the woods. Travis and I hid behind two trees and the girls stopped when they couldn’t see us anymore. “You win this round,” shouted Charlotte, “but it’s not over.” We hid in the woods for another few minutes before retreating back to the house.

All four of us kids were back in the basement hanging out before we went to bed. We watched the movie Grease together in the girls room before Travis and I went to our bedroom to go to sleep. We turned the lights off and I had this sinking feeling that the girls were going to prank us that night. I tried my best to stay awake but ended up falling asleep. I then awoke to footsteps above the ceiling and asked, “Travis, do you hear that?” No response. I had a flashlight next to my bed that I picked up and shined on Travis’s bed. He wasn’t there. “Okay,” I thought, “maybe he’s just getting a glass of water. He wouldn’t leave me here alone to get pranked by the girls.” I fell asleep with this false sense of comfort in my head. I assumed Travis would come back to the room, but he didn’t. I was alone. Defenseless.

I awoke to the sunlight lighting the room from a small window near the ceiling. My shoulders were itchy and all I could smell was women’s perfume. I tried to scratch my shoulder but realized my wrists were tied to the bedposts with what looked to be black leggings. The material was soft against my skin. As I opened my eyes, my eyelids felt heavy and I could see my eyelashes! They looked longer and thicker than usual, as I had never noticed them before. I looked down and what I saw immediately surprised me. The girls got me good. I was so embarrassed.

The first thing I noticed when I looked down was long blond hair on my shoulders and pink lumps on my chest. How did they put me in a wig without me waking up? I looked further and realized it wasn’t just pink lumps: I was wearing what must’ve been my Aunt B’s pink dress. I was also wearing a white bra that Tammy and Charlotte must’ve stuffed with Aunt' B’s panties to make it look like I had boobs. I could feel a pair of satin panties between my legs. “How did they put panties on me?” I thought. I noticed that my legs were also restrained by leggings and when I went to look at my ankles, I realized they also put a pair of pink high heels on my feet and painted my toenails white. The shoes somehow fit perfectly. “How did they prank me so bad while I was sleeping?” I thought. “They had to undress me first before they put me into a bra and panties, high heels, a dress, and a wig.”

I was struggling to get out of my restraints when I heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs. Who could it be? “Oh my god, you look darling!” Shouted Aunt B. She turned the corner and was looking right at me. She somehow had her full makeup done early in the morning, wearing a light pink slip, fuzzy pink wedge slippers, and her hair in curlers. “You make such a pretty little girl with your dress and your makeup!” “Makeup?” I asked. “Yes, it looks like the girls did your full makeup. Hold tight while I grab some things upstairs.” She walks up the basement stairs, walks around the room above, and comes back down with an eyeliner pencil, a polaroid camera, and a mirror. She uncaps the eyeliner pencil, grabs my face by my chin, and proceeds to make a dot on the side of my face. “No look is complete without a beauty mark!” She says as she puts the eyeliner down and picks up the camera. “Say cheese!” The light flashes multiple times as she takes a picture of me all dressed up, dolled up, and tied to the bed.

Aunt B put the camera down and picked up the mirror. “Look!” She says, pointing the mirror at my face. I couldn’t believe it. Was that me? The girl in the mirror was so feminine. I actually looked like a real girl! My eyebrows were filled in and shaped. I was wearing heavy blue eyeshadow above sharp cat-style black eyeliner. The false eyelashes the girls put on me were so long and curvy, they felt heavy on my eyes. My cheeks were rosy with blush and my lips were filled in with dark red lipstick! I was even wearing sparkles around my eyes and on my cheeks. I could see the black beauty mark that Aunt B added before she took the pictures. I really looked as feminine as Aunt B. I even smelled like her too.

Tammy and Charlotte pranked me so bad that I didn’t even want to face them at the breakfast table. Thank god they were already upstairs with Travis and didn’t berate me while I was in this vulnerable feminine state. I felt so embarrassed that my cheeks went bright red. Unfortunately they were already bright pink from all the blush the girls put on me.

Aunt B untied me and I was able to take off the girly outfit and wash the makeup off in the bathroom sink. I put on my regular clothes and shoes and continued with my day. The girls would giggle at me and call me girly names for the rest of the weekend. After leaving the house in Maine, I, Tammy, my dad, and my stepmom all got back to our house. As I got ready for bed, I took off my shoes and clothes before putting on my pajamas. I noticed the remnants of my forced feminization and humiliation: my sparkly white toenails. My nostrils filled with the sweet scent of Aunt B’s perfume the girls had sprayed on me as I drifted off to sleep. Ah, what a weekend.

Scarlett Sensi

Hi, I'm Scarlett and I created the original Gloss HK Studio. I have always been attracted to anything considered counterculture, which is why crossdressing has stood out to me for as long as I can remember. I love how it makes most (western) people uncomfortable by provoking unique thoughts and feelings; crossdressing is weird, unusual, beautiful, and especially artistic. I created this collective out of my love for raw femininity, to empower those who are open-minded enough to let go of their ego and embrace empathy. We empower our beauticians to create an experience you won't find elsewhere. We love femininity here and can't wait to see how it looks on you! Do you like walking on the wild side? We're going to make you love it.