MOM PUT HER DRESS ON ME - EARLY ACCESS!

Yeah… I had to wear my mom´s dress and it was the most embarrassing thing ever. My name is Tim and I just have to share this… Have you ever tried feminine clothes on? I mean… were you forced to wear it? If yes… you know what am I talking about. And in my case… it was just an accident and I have no idea why my mom did this to me.

One day, I came from school and I just hated my school clothes. I loved wearing my sweatshirt and sweatpants but I just couldn´t wear it to school. But I wanted to put on my favourite clothes immediately when I came from school. I went to my room and I was looking for my clothes but I couldn´t find them anywhere in my room. Then I had an idea… maybe it was in my mom´s bedroom. It could have stayed there after my mom ironed them. I went to my mom´s bedroom. There were some clothes on her bed and I finally thought that there will be my clothes as well. But I was mistaken. I looked at the clothes and I could only see dresses. Those were my mom´s dresses. I don´t know why but I got curious and I took one of her dresses into my hands. It was a strange material and so much soft and silk… wow… I didn´t expect that at all. But just at the moment when I had her dress in my hand, I heard a voice:

“Tim… what the heck are you doing?”

I thought that I was alone at home and I had no idea that there was anybody else. And of course, it was my mom and she was looking so shocked and surprised that I was in her room and had her dress in my hands.

“Damn! Mom… you scared me! I didn´t expect you! I thought I am alone at home!” I exhaled.

“Yeah… I can see! You thought that you were alone in the house and that you could… go through my dresses?” my mom yelled at me. I didn´t understand what she meant and I just answered:

“No… I am just looking for my clothes and I can´t find them anywhere! My sweatshirt and sweatpants!”

“That is a really poor excuse, Tim! Why would you be looking for your clothes in my room and why were you looking at my dress? You should come with a better one!” my mom said and she was obviously angry with me. But I had no idea why.

“It isn´t any excuse, Mom! I don´t lie!” I exhaled.

“You know what? You are lying! You come to my room and you are looking at my dresses! I could see that temptation in your eyes… you wanted to try my dress on, didn´t you?” my mom yelled at me and I was almost afraid of her.

“What? Try on your dress? Why would I be doing that, Mom? Please… just tell me where can I find my clothes and I will go!” I added.

“No… no no no, my little sissy son! You wanted to try on my dress and you will try it on! And do you know what? You will wear it for the rest of the day and I will invite my friends for tonight so they can see you in my dress! You wanted it, you will have it!” my mom yelled at me and I couldn´t believe my ears! Was she serious? Why would she do that? I didn´t do anything wrong…

“Whaaat? Mom… please… don´t do this! I beg you! I didn´t want to put on the dress… You have my word! I just wanted to find my clothes! Please… I don´t want to wear it! I am a boy and I can´t wear your dress! Please!” I cried out.

“Too late, my sissy! Put the dress on or I am turning off the WiFi and you will be unable to play any of your games! And if you won´t obey me… I am gonna take your phone and give it to you just before school tomorrow! So? I am waiting!” my mom threatened and I had no choice. I looked at her once more and she was absolutely serious! And when my mom was absolutely serious there was no point in fighting with her. The punishment would be just worse and worse. I took the dress into my hands and I had to put it on. It was so embarrassing and strange to put on her dress just in front of her on my body. It was so soft and silk. I had never worn such a strange thing. My mom looked at me, giggled and said:

“Well… I guess you are my new daughter from now on! Forget your old name! From now on… you will be Tamita! Such a lovely girly name!”

“Tamita… no… please… mom” I am Tim! Please… don´t make me feel like that!” I cried out but it was futile. And I shouldn´t have complained because my mom made it even worse. She said:

“Well… Since you are a girl… you will need long hair and I had plenty of wigs here! And I think that the blond one will be the best for you!” she laughed and put the blonde wig on my head. My hair became long and I already looked like a girl.

“Mom… please… I beg you! I don´t want to wear this!” I tried it for the last time. But my mom just giggled and said:

“Don´t worry, my sweetheart! You will get used to it!”

And just like that… my new life began… The life of a girl and daughter…