Recently our house burned down in CA with a lot of other houses. We lost everything, house, furniture, clothes. I am a Teen Male and was sent to my Aunts

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Recently our house burned down in CA with a lot of other houses. We lost everything, house, furniture, clothes. I am a Teen Male and was sent to my Aunts house in NorCal to stay with her, while my Mom and Dad figured things out.

She is a nice lady, and I like her. When I arrived, I was wearing gym shorts and a T-Shirt all I had, and they were dirty and smelled like smoke. She ordered me into the shower and said she would wash them and find something to wear and put it on the bed for me.

So I took a hot shower and got clean. I got out of the shower and walked into the room and there was a sundress and p****** on the bed. I was standing there thinking WTF, with a towel wrapped around me and my Aunt walked in and said she was sorry, but she was single and had no male clothes or clothes that would fit me. She apologized and asked if I could just wear this for now.

But it is a dress and ladies underwear I said. She said well we will have to go shopping and get you some clothes, please just get dressed in this for now, or else go naked until your clothes are washed, and she lefyt the room.

I really had no choice, and picked up the yellow nylon p****** and put them on. Now I had to put the dress on, it was a sundress with flowers all over it. I felt weird wearing a dress and p******. I walked out to talk to my Aunt and she smiled and said I looked wonderful and gave me a hug, which was kind of weird.

We had coffee together and talked about the fire and stuff. She asked if I was ready to go shopping and get some clothes. I said not not, wearing a dress and her p******. She took my hand and said you look nice in the dress and I was hoping you might want to wear it for me while we shop for you. It is not a big deal, and it would make me very happy.

No idea why, other than she was being really nice, but I agreed so I could get some regular clothes to wear. So out the door I went wearing her dress and p******. She drove us to a ladies clothing store! She said she needed a couple of things quick and then would go to another store for my things.

We went into the ladies store and one of the clerk recognized her and came over to say hello. She introduced me and I am sure I was bright red with embarrassment wearing her dress. The two of them talked alone for a few minutes and the clerk started running around the store and gathering what my Aunt needed I guessed.

A few minutes later, my Aunt asked me to come to the back of the store wear the clerk was with her items in hand, and she explained to me that I looked so nice in the dress today that she wanted to get me a few more things in my size to wear around the house. The clerk held up 2 more dresses, and more p******. There were even 2 bra’s in the pile of things. I objected, but then my Aunt hugged me again and whispered in my ear that it would make her very happy if I would try on these things and let her buy them for me.

I still have no idea why, but agreed reluctantly to go in the fitting room and try on the items. She insisted to see me in all of it to make sure they fit properly. So one by one I tried on the bra and p******, and put a dress over it all and walked out to show my Aunt, and the clerk too! The sales clerk was adjusting and checking the fitment, and pulled the top of the dress down to adjust the bra straps. Being exposed in female underwear and a dress and being touched so much by the clerk got me excited and I had an erection that both of them could see sticking straight out under the dress which was a little short.

My Aunt was smiling and said you look wonderful and you make me so happy. She purchased all of the items and told me to pick my favorites and put them on to wear out of the store. Bags in hand, I walked out of the store in a short dress wearing bra and p******. My Aunt was so excited, like she had a dress up friend or something. Rather than go to another store for boys clothes she took me home. I said what about getting other clothes. She said You look so good in the new clothes I hoped you would just wear these for me while staying here. Nobody will know, and you will make me so happy.

So I have been here for 10 days now, and dress up for her in bra and p******, and the dresses she purchased. She told me that girls don’t have erections, and it does not look so good, she has been helping me with that. Because she has been helping me make it go away and get relief and have started enjoying dressing up for her everyday. I dress up, and helps me get relief. She has now got me nylons and girls flats to wear with my dresses. She even showed me how to put on light makeup and style my hair better so that I look more like a girl.

New Confession

DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.