Feminized Sons - 3 Stories

I found three nice stories about feminized sons. They appeared in Experience Project in the "Moms Feminizing Sons" topic.

I'm particularly intrigued by stories and life experiences where a feminized boy dates other boys. Why? Because it was my fondest desire when I started dating. 


#1: MY FIRST DATE
I once picked up a book called The Story of a Gentleman with a subheading One Man’s Tale of Homosexuality.

The book was biographical and told the story of a boy whose mother went about feminising her son. One time she caught him wearing one of her dresses when he was just entering his teenage years. She was a very possessive and jealous woman, rather than punish the boy for wearing her clothes, she encouraged him in his dressing as a girl, in the hope that this would discourage girls from taking an interest in him.

Although she didn’t want the boy to socialise with girls, she didn’t object to boys taking an interest in him. Some would even sleep over at the house where he lived, and sometimes they would take him out on dates.



I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to have been feminized by my Mom who would later see to it that boys would not only take an interest me, but would take me out on dates, while I was dressed as a girl. She would also make sure that the boy I was going out with knew that I was a boy and that he had to treat me as he would treat a real girl. He would be wearing a suit and shirt with a necktie, the necktie being the most multicultural of all phallic symbols, as it is representative of male genitalia. As I would be wearing either a skirt and blouse or dress I would not only be denied the phallic symbol of a tie, I would also look and be expected to feel distinctly feminine.

Unless I was wearing a full-length dress, my legs would be on view and this would draw a boy’s eyes to them. Even more so if I’m wearing a dress with one or two petticoats beneath it, which would have had a widening effect on the skirt of the dress, thus exposing more of my legs. My Mom would think that at 14, I would be too young to wear pantyhose and would have had me wear knee-length socks or ankle ones with lace at the top to make me look more feminine.

I very much doubt I would be wearing a dress with long sleeves, probably one with short puff ones or a sleeveless gown depending on what the occasion was. My gown may or may not have shoulder straps and because it is sleeveless my arms and upper chest would be exposed. There would be more of me exposed than that of my date as most of his body would be hidden underneath the jacket and trousers of the suit he’s wearing. He on the other hand has the luxury of pockets where he can not only keep his money and keys in, he can also put his hands in them if he wanted, whereas I would have to carry a purse for my things. And as this is my first date I wouldn’t know where to put my hands except in my partners when I’m dancing with him.

Quite often when I’m thinking of this scenario I get a funny feeling just below my belly button, a bit like butterflies in the tummy, I also get a bit light headed. Sadly I’ll never know what it would actually feel like to go out with a boy on a date. Perhaps that feeling of butterflies or light headedness is what it must be like for a girl out on her first date with a boy.

By: "deleted"

#2: My Mother And The Way She Help To My Feminization 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I would like you to know that English is not my native language. I hope you can understand my writing, despite any misspellings or bad grammar. Thank you. [PS: I have made a few corrections to help the flow.]

My parents were divorced when I was about 3 years old. Since that age, I remember my dad used to visit us every weekend to go to the  park. My brother and I never were affected by our parents separation, since the only real change was now we only saw our dad a couple times a week instead of everyday.

My mother used to dress us in a very androgynous way. I didn't care about that. Sometimes when we were out with dad, other people, especially women, came close and said, "you have a beautiful daughter". For me it was normal. I was never aware about that until I grew up and saw pictures of us at that time. 

One time, my mother even put me in a very cute blue princess dress. But then our dad started to discuss with mom the way she dressed us. He bought us more boy's clothes. We dressed in those clothes. Mom seemed to understand that we shouldn't be wearing girl's clothes. My mother was raised in the middle of 7 girls, so she grew up on a very girly way. Perhaps that was the reason it was hard for her to raise boys.

After some time, when I was about 6 years old, mom got married again and suddenly we had a stepfather every day at the house guiding us on the way to be more boy-like. But I came to prefer doing girly stuff: play with our cousin's dolls and dresses, wear my mom's clothes and shoes, and practicing makeup and feminine manners when we were alone. My mom always defended me from our stepfather's scoldings, saying that even though I was his son, she had more rights about the way she raised me.

My little brother always knew I wanted to be a girl, but he was happier being a boy. No matter that my mom was not making us use girly/androgynous clothes, I still had the feeling she always treated me different than my brother. She didn't let me do the things boys are allowed to do. I was overprotected the way moms overprotect daughters and I noticed it was not the same way with my brother. He had a more boy-like aptitude and looked stronger than me. Later, she said I was very fragile and she was being protective for my own protection.

When I was teenager, I started to go out with my girl friends dressed like a girl. I loved to do it every time I could.  The day mom and our stepfather discovered that I had being going out to parties dressed like a girl with my friends, it was as if she always knew it and she was waiting to talk with me about that.

Our stepfather gave her some advice to try make me more "male", including cutting my hair, going into my closet and throwing out all my girly clothes. I went to a Psychiatrist and took anti-depression pills. They forced me to go to college and take an engineering degree even when they know my real passion was the arts.

As soon I was of legal age, I left home and started in art school. At the same time, I started to live full time as a girl. My mother was always worried about me, now more than ever, but over time, she let me grow up and become the woman I am today.

She eventually got divorced again and I usually visit her on weekends. We are still very close. We like to go shopping and do girly stuff together. In the end, she always knew that I was her daughter.

By: "tsecretgirl"

#3: Mommies And Their Boys 
...Ok..so what is it about mommies who love having femme sons..I'm 18 now and live at home with my mom. My Dad left when I was about 4 and has never come back. I have been raised with great love and affection and I live everyday as a girl, though I was born a boy.

All through my early childhood, I exhibited very femme traits. I liked being with girls and loved the way they looked. I can remember how much I wished I could be just like them.

I know now that mommie saw this in me and was waiting to see how it would develop. She kept my hair long...and I liked it...I loved having a ponytail. The clothes she bought me...especially in the summer, now seem to have been chosen to compliment my femme characteristics....my long hair, my nice legs...and as I got to age 9, my boy tits, which had become both noticable and prominent.....once, when we were shopping...she had me try on some very strappy gold open-back sandals..omg. They were so sexy....and she asked me if I liked them...and I blurted out... yes, I do...Well, she bought them for me...and in the car on the way home I put them on and mommie told me how nice I looked in them.

That same night, mommie asked me if I wanted to be a girl....I didnt know what to say. I started to cry and I remember mommie holding me and telling me it was ok to feel the way I felt...I told her that I liked being like her and she kissed me and told me that a lot of boys want to be like their mommies. I really didnt know what to think....but for some reason...I just felt so safe and secure in her arms and I told her over and over that I loved her...she held me tight and told me that I should have a bath...she told me to undress while she got the bath ready. I did what I was told.

The bath water was sooo warm...oh I remember feeling so great in the tub...mommie had changed and wore just a cami and panties and came in and began to wash me. I got on my knees and she washed my fanny and soaped and washed my dickie...it felt so nice...but i guess I just didnt know what to feel.

After my bath, she dressed me in a silk jersey and blue silk panties and I remember that the feeling of wearing panties was so intense that I just leaned on her and cried.

She brought me to a mirror in her bedroom and asked me if I liked what I saw....omg...i looked so much like a girl...I told her...yes, and she hugged me and she pressed her titties into me.

She asked me if the way I felt was the most natural way...and I said yes...it was the way I wanted to be.

By: "deleted"