When I was younger, I used to live in a different city--in Michigan to be exact.  My mom's best friend had a younger daughter, who was only about 5 or 6.  I was about 7 at the time, so I was still rather young, and hadn't even begun to mature sexually.  For names sake, lets call the daughter Mindy, and the mother Virginia.  I spent a lot of time at Mindy's house, becuase we were about the same age and lived so close together.

Usually my mom would drop me off to spend the day at Mindy's house.  Shortly after the two arrived, I was led into their basement, which was really just like another floor of their house because they lived between two hills.  Anyhow, I was led downstairs, and was stripped naked.  I could do little to protest, because Virginia was so much stronger than me.  Once I was naked, she picked me up, and sat me on the her pool table.  She put me in a pair of her daughter's panties, asweel as a bra, and pair of frilly ankle socks.  She then put me in a small little girl's dress, and buckle flats.

I ended up spending the whole day dressed like this, until my mother came to pick me up.  They hastilly undressed me and redressed me in the clothes I came in.  I was sent home, and kept quiet about the whole thing.  It was a mixture of confusion, humiliation, and excitement that kept me from telling anyone.  I ended up going to Mindy's house once a week, and every time I went I was dressed in similar outfits.  They progressed my sisification by making me wear makeup, wigs, false breasts, maxi's, and tampons(placed in my ass).

This humiliation continued, and each week I was forced to do equally embarassing things.  I was forced to do everything a little girl would do, like play with barbies, and learn to do my 'sister's' (Mindy's) hair.  A few times, I was forced to orally please Virginia, with some minor instruction, while Mindy sat by and played with herslf as Virginia instructed.

This kept up for about 6/8 months, and then my dad was forced into early retirement.  We were forced to move to accomidate his new job in another state.  So, just before we left, Virginia somehow convinced my mom into a photo session.  They dressed me up in the outfit of a teenage girl (nylons, garter belt, thong panties and bikini bra, mid thigh length skirt and a tank top, full makeup and wig), and took pictures of me in various stages of this dress, aswell as a naked Mindy.

I didn't even know about these pictures until about 4 years ago.  I found them a drawer of photos, and immediately destoryed them in an embarassed rage. After this I realized I had blocked the whole encounter out of my mind.  Shorty after this, I began dressing again.  Neither of my parents know, and for now I'm hoping to keep it that way.    :-)