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Another youthful crossdreser... in leather!

Someone had posted these at my old sites many years ago claiming it was him. Is he still around? Does anyone have more of this "William" series? I have a few more, but not many. Clearly the fella loved being photographed in dresses & leotards, so I know there must be a lot more of them.

Mom took Rex into the kitchen while dad held me captive in the living room. He wanted to know the whole story but all I could do was cry. He had assumed that since Rex was wearing the dress, i t must have been his idea and he must have taken it. All I could do was nod in agreement. When the dust finally settled they both concluded that we were playing house and Rex was the mommy and wanted to do everything girls do. With all the confusion, R ex turned out to be the bad guy. Suddenly, things went crazy. They misunderstood what I had said. Now they had Rex guilty on confession of stealing the dress, his confession to putting on the dress and me saying that I had taken the curlers to put th em in his hair. In just a few moments it was all over. Well Young man, it you want your hair curled so badly, then thats what youll get! Rex started crying. He didnt want that. He was sorry! I tried to say something, but they pushed me away and told me to leave the room. I sat in the other room and listened as Rexs sentence was given out. In the next couple of days Jills mother would come over and help give Rex a little girls home permanent! I shook in horror hearing these words. I knew boys didnt get permanents like girls did. This would ruin him for life. He cried terribly but they wouldnt listen to him. Dad came in and told me for playing with fire, no more clubhouse, no more bicycle for two weeks. My blood ran cold and shivers ran up and down my back. This wasnt his idea! But, I couldnt speak. All I could think of was how horrible it would be for him. Thinking how Jill had cried when she got her permanent and she was a girl. I punched him out later when I saw him asking why he didnt rat on me? He said he SWORE that he wouldnt tell on me. Moms going to give you a permanent. I know. Shes going to curl your hair! he said nothing. Tears swelled up in his eyes and he w anted to be left alone. He ran off to his room and locked the door. The next day at school, Jill had told everyone of Rexs impending punishment. Everyone teased him calling him a sissy and a pansy. I heard horror stories of frizzy hair and girlycurls and girls being devastated like Jill was. One snotty girl told Rex she had been given a home permanent and couldn't get a comb through it for weeks because it was so curly. She also told him her cousin recently got one from her aunt and her hair went f rom straight to kinky. I tried to protect him as best as I could but I was relieved it wouldnt be me getting my hair curled. Rex was taking my punishment. There was no way he could know the guilt I was feeling. Although I didnt want my hair curled, in a strange sort of way, I was almost envious of Rex. I tried in vain to get my dad to stop the punishment, but there was no budging him. A few days later at dinner, nobody talked. My brother kept his dead down when mom told us all shed purchased a Tonette home permanent for little girls this afternoon. My blood ran cold. Rex said nothing. Mom seemed to take particular pleasure wi th Rexs reaction. Dad joked that tomorrow at this time Rex will look a lot different. Well have a daughter in the family. Later that night with everyone in the living room watching TV, I sneaked into the kitchen on the pretense of getting a drink of water. There is was sitting in the dim light, Tonette Home Permanent for Little Girls. Terrified, it seemed to delight in intimidating me. Finally I could resist no longer and opened it up and dug my fingers into it pulling out a glass bottle of pink liquid and a sheet of instructions. I tried to read it quickly but I couldnt make out the works in the dim light. All I could think of was my brother was in this mess because of me. I didnt see my brother all day and got home in late afternoon from ball practice. My nose quirked at the strange order. It was a strong hideous smell that I suddenly recognized as being from the permanent. I was almost overcome with the smell an d wanted to gag. I seemed to be unnoticed but heard my brother crying and complaining. I could hear female voices in the kitchen and climbed behind the couch to get a better look without being seen. I saw my brother under great duress waving his hands and sobbing as mom stood over him putting the lotion on this head. I couldnt believe what I saw. Rexs head was covered with tiny pink plastic curlers. They were rolled in perfect rolls all over his head. The women talked and belittled him telling hi m how curly his hair would be now and what a little sissy boy he was. Mom told him when they got through he would look just like a little girl like that day in the clubhouse. She finished soaking his curlers and they glistened brightly from the lotion He really did look like a sissy. Very embarrassing for him and very uncomfortable for me. Suddenly I realized that I was getting quite ecited as I lay face down on the floor watching my brother. I was never excited like this before. My mom went out in the back yard and brought my da d in the kitchen. Today instead of two sons, I have one son and a new daughter. My brother held his curlered head down. Jills mother took the towel from his shoulders and made him stand up. I almost screamed in disbelief. Rex was standing there we aring little girls panties with flowers on them. This was going too far. It was like he was tied up with humiliation instead of ropes. A kind of curler bondage. They took him over to the sink, rinsed his curlers, put a towel over his head and sent h im to his room. I managed to scoot myself back from behind the couch and get outside where I pulled my pants down behind the bushes. I had to relieve myself I was so excited. This was overwhelming. I didnt know what to make of it. I w ent back into the kitchen and once again the smell was horrible. Mom was cleaning up. The Tonette box still on the counter and the towels on the floor. I was anxious to see Rex and his new curls. Mom told me he was being punished and he was to stay i n his room until dinner and to leave him alone. Rexs door was open a crack and I peeked in. He was sitting on the bed obviously emotionally exhausted. His hair was still rolled in the pink curlers with a hairnet holding them in tightly. They made him wear a yellow dress with lots of petticoats, an kle socks with ruffles and black Patton leather shoes. I figured they must have been Jills. Mom called out that dad was home and to get ready for supper. I arrived at the table wondering if Rex would show his face. We waited for him in silence as Dad called out, Oh Rexie, please come down to dinner. All through dinner I couldnt look at him. There was this strange person sitting in Rexs chair in a yellow dress and pink curlers. In the morning, just before church, mom got Rex up. He wore only the pink flowered panties and the pink curlers. She took him into the bathroom and I waited near the door trying to catch a glimpse of them. When he finally came out, Rexs blond hai r was a cascade of tight ringlets all over his head. I didnt recognize him at first. He didnt have to wear the dress to church but as soon as we got home the yellow dress went back on. For a month he had to wear the dress while he was at home. Mom pi nned his hair up in bobbi pins each night and he slept with the hairnet and panties on. Finally, after a month my dad decided the punishment was over. He took Rex to the barber shop and got him a short crewcut. I often relived myself over seeing mom put the lotion on Rexs curlered head. Seeing him in panties and the yellow dress lookin g just like a little girl. Rex never blamed me for the mess Id gotten him into and it didnt seem to have nearly the long term impact on him as it had on me.