Caught by the Past Chapter 2

You can't deny you're enjoying the feel of the clothes and love the feminine sensations that sweep across your body you even appreciate his attention and his amorous glances. Yet something is wrong, his change in attitude shocks you and you're powerless in his strong grip. Your hair falls forward and you put your hands in front of you and touch the floor pivoting on his lap like a seesaw. He taps your shiny arse leather that's now taught as a drum with the palm of his hand. You struggle helplessly kicking your smooth shapely legs and can't help but emit a feeble girlish scream. But he doesn't let you go. You scream again but this time your outburst simply pleases him more throwing fuel onto his already burning fire. Then you feel it! His hardening cock press up into your tummy.

Another flash and again you see the fairy costume but this time you remember something about a holiday camp. It's all a blur yet you can remember secretly loving the experience. The soft dress, the frills, the lace it was magical. Flash - You begin to recall the holiday. Your mum borrowed the fairy outfit from another little girls mother. It started as a joke but your Mum wasn't impressed when she realised you enjoyed being a girl. Now you vaguely remembering winning first prize but she punished you for showing too much enjoyment. She didn't want a sissy son and to overcome your desire she decided to opt for total emersion. She borrowed more clothes from the kind girl's mother and made you masquerade as a liitle girl for the rest of the week convinced that after 5 days in skirts you'd be begging for your boys clothes back . Another flash and you remember loving every minute. You loved wearing the pretty dresses and skirts. You enjoyed dressing up for the evening in beautiful party dresses and loved wearing sun dresses during the day all much to your mother's annoyance. Is this why you'd forgotten? Your mother had made you forget terrified of what she'd done, she had awoken a secret longing in you which she couldn't control. But who was the other little girl. She was so nice. You played with her a lot. You wore all her clothes. Suddenly your dreamy trip down memory lane is shattered as you hear James screaming again.