This is a true story from when I was 13 years old of when I was forced to wear girls clothing.

My parents were going away for the weekend, me and my sister spent the weekend at our grandmothers house. My grandma lived alone with her cat and was eager to have us over for a few days. She greeted us at the door with a big hug and lots of love. The day was great we had fun and was looking forward to the rest of the weekend.

When I went to go and have a shower I gave gran my clothes to be washed, half way through having the shower it suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring the bag of clothes that I'd packed. After having the shower I explained to my gran that I had no clothes with me, and we couldn't go and get the bag because we didn't have any keys to the house. Gran paused for a moment and left to go and get some clothes. After a minute or two she came back, and to my surprise she came back with a frilly girls nightie. (At this time I was really quite happy inside, as I was a secret crossdresser occasionally wearing dresses and all things girly.) Despite really wanting to put that nightie on and feel really girly, I didn't want anyone to know that I was a crossdresser or that I would enjoy wearing the nightie. So I tryed asking if there was any other clothes available, but it was no use, it was the only nightwear she had. My gran is quite old fashioned and hated the idea of me sleeping with no clothes on, so to avoid having a argument with my gran I agreed to wear the nightie. The nightie was white with frilly sleeves and a small pink bow on the neck. Seeing the opportunity I asked her if she had any underwear because it was just too uncomfortable without. My gran gave me a pair of matching panties and I went to bed feeling the happiest I've felt in a long time.

Morning came and I was woken up by my gran knocking on the door to tell me that the dryer had broken and it'll take all day for my clothes to dry so I'll have to borrow some clothes for the day. She told me that my cousin stayed here often a keeps some spare clothes in the wardrobe and that I could choose some clothes to wear. After hearing this I was eager to look through her clothes and see what I was going to wear. I opened the draw to see a collection of girls clothing, from dresses to bras the lot was there! I took my time browsing through and trying on whatever clothes took my fancie. I new that I had to choose something to wear for the day around the house so I chose a cute summer dress with a matching cardigan and maryjanes. I came downstairs and was greeted by my grandma who complimented my outfit saying its my cousins favourate dress to wear in the sun. My sister saw me in the dress and asked why I was wearing it, and after explaining she went onto say that it suited me and it was a good choice,

This was a dream come true, not only could I wear girly clothing but I had the perfect excuse to go with it. Later in the day my gran wanted to go out shopping and didn't want us to stay in home alone. Suddenly the tables had turned and I had to go out in public wearing a dress. I immediately told my gran who didn't seem to mind and went onto say that I'll be fine and that there's nothing to be afraid of. Desperately trying to get out of this situation I went to my sister who came up with giving me a makeover. This was perfect, not only could I get a makeover but the problem quickly turned into heaven.

My sister brought me upstairs into her room where she sat me down and started going through her bags. She started brushing my shoulder length hair and put a cute little headband on me. She started applying makeup and gave me some rosey cheeks and a small amount of eyeshadow. And just to finish off she added lipgloss and a hint of mascara. After she finished she took me to the mirror and showed me her creation. I was soo happy, I looked into the mirror and saw a cute little girl ready to enjoy the day. She was very happy with her work and went on to say "you look cute as a girl, it's a shame I dont have a sister."

We went to the shops and nobody seemed to notice at all, as far as they were concerned I was a typical 13 year old girl with her gran and sister. My sister even called me Philippa so that my cover won't be blown, this was awesome.

After the day was over I slid into my nightie and cuddled upto my pillow enjoying the best day of my life. The next day as I woke up there to greet me was my regular clothes and as I slid them on I new that my weekend was over.