In Their Own Words - Boys Will Be Girls Redux (M/MFmf)

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For this edition of In Their Own Words, we revisit the theme of damsels in distress with a difference – and explore how the concept of boys wearing girls’ clothing has worked over the decades, and within families.

We talked to three families who have tales to share from the past and the present, starting with Eric Dawkins. Eric is in his seventies now, but he shared a story from his own past when he, his mother and his sister returned home from Church one Sunday…

We always dressed up for Sunday, especially when my father was on an overseas posting – this particular day, I remember I was wearing a suit and white shirt with a tie, while Mum was wearing a blue silk dress with a white lace collar, the skirt coming to her knees, and black high heels. She also had a white hat pinned to her dark brown hair. My sister Elaine was wearing a similar dress, with a slightly higher neckline, and black Mary Jane shoes. Her hair was a lighter brown, but it was styled in the same way as Mum.

Anyway, we got home and walked into the house, and I said I was going upstairs to get changed while Mum and Elaine went into the front room. I really wanted to get out my Church clothes and into something nice – which for me that day was a wonderful cream silk dress with short, puffed sleeves, and a white Pater Pan collar. I had a buzz cut, but I loved the feeling as I slipped the dress on and then put on white bobby sox and shoes.

I literally skipped down the stairs and into the front room – and stopped in my tracks when I saw Mum and Elaine sitting on the couch. They both had their wrists in front of them, and I could see brown twine tied round them, and then going down and around their ankles. I also saw the edges of the rolled up white cloths that were sticking out from their mouths, and the look of fear in their eyes.

“Well now, looks like we have another damsel,” a voice said behind me as I felt something pressing against my back, “open your mouth, kid, and don’t make a sound.”

Mum just nodded so I opened my mouth and then felt the cotton on my tongue and lips as a rolled-up cloth was pushed into my mouth.

“Hey – we got a boy or a girl here?”

“Doesn’t matter – make sure they stay there.”

I was pushed forward as a second man came in and pulled me over to sit next to Mum. Hew picked up a ball of twine, and I watched as he tied it round my wrists in front of me, the thin cord rubbing on my bare skin, before he took it down and tied my ankles together as well. I could see the first man as well – he was older, and in charge, as he left the room and the younger man tied the twine off, then stood and watched us.

“Comfy, Kid,” he said as he looked at me.

“Whttsihfhfhnhk,” I mumbled in reply. He just laughed as Mum looked at both of us, and I saw how the cloth in her mouth was getting greyer at the edges. They both left a few minutes later as we started to struggle, and I fell over, my head on Mum’s lap – but that meant she was able to pull the cloth out of my mouth with her fingers. it was so damp, but it also let me call for help…



We go from Eric to his granddaughter, Felicity – and her afternoon with her ten-year-old son Frank…


It was during the holidays – Frank has inherited some things from my side of the family, including the fact he likes to dress as a girl and be called Francis. I believe he has to be himself, so this particular afternoon we were coming back from shopping. I was wearing a sleeveless denim dress that came to my knees and brown leather ~Jesus sandals, while Francis was wearing a short sleeved yellow dress that fastened at the front, a long pleated orange checked skirt, and their own brown sandals.

Anyway, we got home, and I opened the door as Francis walked in- only to see someone reach out and grab them before I was pulled into the house, and the door was kicked closed. I tried to scream, but a hand was pressed down over my mouth, and I felt something tugging on the skin round it- and then I saw the strip of silver tape that was over Francis’ mouth before whoever was holding me pulled my hands behind my back.

I could see it was a girl holding Francis, as she pulled their hands behind their back, and I heard a ripping sound – and the feel on my wrists as they were taped together. We had obviously walked in on a robbery, as I nodded to Francis while the two intruders wrapped tape round our arms and upper body as well.

We were then forced to walk up to my bedroom and lie on the bed, watching as they taped out ankles and our legs, before the woman searched for my jewellery and the man went out. I felt Francis rubbing her head on my arm and turned, nodding to them as we were left to try and get free…


Going back in time again, Stephen remembers his grandmother and some close personal time they spent together…

My grandmother was a very – strict woman, very set in her ways, and it was no secret that she wanted a granddaughter – and instead there was me. So, whenever I stayed at her house, I was Stephanie, and I had to dress and act the way she wanted her granddaughter to do so.

I remember her bobbed greying brown hair, and the dress she was wearing that day - a light blue dress with shoulder straps that were capped, and a skirt that came to her knees, as well as gold leather pumps, a set of pearls round her neck, pearl earrings and a gold watch.,

As for me – I had short cut blonde hair, and was wearing a sleeveless light blue dress with a collar that also came to my knees – the same design as my grandmother’s. I was wearing white ankle socks and silver shoes with a little bow on the front.

I had to be very prim and proper, very mannered when with Grandmother, so that afternoon I was sitting on a small chair, reading a book while my grandmother was working on a small basket of flowers. There was a knock on the door, and she stood up, smoothing her skirt down and telling me to stay there as she went out of the room.

I could hear her talking to someone, but when she came back in, I saw some things had changed, such as the fact she no longer had the pearls round her neck, or her earrings on, or her watch. But she also had her hands in the air, and behind her was a smartly dressed man with a stocking pulled down over his head. He looked at me, and said “well now, it seems we have to keep your granddaughter nice and secure as well. Just sit there, lassie.”

I let my book fall to the floor and sat with my hands together as the man forced my grandmother to walk over and sit on a chair, he pulled away from the dining table and set next to my low backed one. He had a canvas bag with him which he carried behind us, and then he pulled my grandmother’s arms around the chair back. I slowly turned my head and watched as he produced some rope from the bag and tied her wrists tightly together, then took a longer rope and lashed it round her waist, and then her upper arms as she sat impassively.

He then took my hands over the back of the chair I was sitting on, and I felt the rope rubbing on my wrists as they were secured tightly together. I then saw the rope going round my waist and holding me against the chair back, before it was tied round my arms and body as well.

“Remember, Stephanie, show no fear and always be a lady,” Grandmother said as the man knelt in front of her and tied her ankles together, then took them to the side and tied them to the front leg of the chair, before he secured her legs together below her knees as well. After that, he knelt in front of me and tied my ankles together before securing them to the front leg of my chair, and then my legs in the same way.

So, we were sitting as ladies should, with our legs to one side, while he walked behind us again. I watched as he rolled up a pale blue silk scarf and pulled it between my grandmother’s lips, then tied it round her head, before I saw a second scarf ion front of my mouth. as I opened wide, I tasted the slight hint of perfume on the silk as it went behind my lips and on my tongue, then felt the band pressing in on my cheeks as it was tied tightly round my head.

I just watched the man as he searched through the drawers in the front room, and then left us there, unable to move, to speak…

“Sthhfhn.”

I turned my head and looked at my grandmother as she said “hurrhlrht,” the white getting darker at the corners of my mouth. I nodded as she said “ghhhdghrhl” and smiled, which made me feel better – because I knew we would be stuck there for a while…


So, when we touched base with Stephen’s grandson, he told us of a game he had been persuaded to play with his own son and his friend…

It had been Dress Up day at school, and I had discovered Steve, and his friend Jack had – inherited something from my own grandfather, in terms of dressing up. They had both decided to spend the day as cheerleaders – female ones, so they had both gone to school wearing The Michigan ~State cheerleader outfit – the long-sleeved white top under a slip dress with a white top half and a dark green pleated skirt and trim. The words “Michigan State” were on the front, and while Steve was wearing white socks, Jack was wearing white tights, both of them wearing white shoes. They also had wigs on – Steve a blonde one with pigtails, Jack a long black one.

But they both wanted me to do something with me after school – to have them be kidnapped cheerleaders, and they had shown me an old TV show for how they wanted to be. I asked them if they both meant it, and they both nodded – so they went to the toilet while I sorted some ropes and other things out.


When they came back, I asked again if they really wanted me to do this, and thy both nodded as I told them to fold their arms behind their backs, putting their elbows in the palms of their hands. I then used the first ropes to bint their wrists to their elbows, before I secured their forearms together, and then used longer ropes to secure their arms to their sides as well. They smiled then as I told them to sit down and bend their legs, before I slipped the socks off Steve’s feet and made sure they both had their ankles crossed and bound tightly together, followed by more ropes keeping their legs together below their knees.

So, I had the two cheerleaders tightly bound - the next stage was to silence them, and Steve and Jack had been very clear on how that was going to happen. So, I balled up Steve’s socks and pushed one into each of their mouths, before removing the backing paper from strips of sticking plaster and pressing them firmly down over their mouths.

There was only one other thing to do, as I helped them both to lie on their stomachs, pulled their ankles back, and tied them to the ropes round their arms and upper body, letting them try to talk to each other and wriggle round while I grabbed a coffee…


Bobby told us of a time he and his sisters had a special garden party…

This would have been in the early seventies – I am one of three triplets, the only boy with two sisters called Holly and Jenny. We would have been about nine years old, and we had all been to a party.

Although I am a boy, I looked very like my two sisters, and sometimes as a dare I would go out with them dressed as a girl and see if anybody noticed. We all had blonde hair cut into bobs, and on this particular day we were all wearing summer dresses with white scarves tied in our hair as ribbons. We were all wearing sundresses – Holly’s was a cream cap sleeve done with a knee length skirt, Jenny’s white with a bow tie at the neck and short puffed sleeves, and mine was a blue sleeveless one with a wide collar and white details. We also all had on knee length white socks and white sandals – at least at first.

Anyway – we got home, and we thought Mum would be there – but she wasn’t. There was someone there – a man wearing a denim shirt and jeans, and who had a knife in his hands when he told us to sit on the floor, and take our shoes and socks off before we linked arms and put our hands together in front of ourselves.

I sat in the middle, Holly to my left and Jenny to my right, before we unfastened and removed our sandals and took our socks off, then linked our arms as he had said. He then picked up some ropes from the couch, and one by one he bound our wrists tightly together in front of us, then played the rope out and used the other end to secure our ankles together.

But then he did something I was not expecting – he took my socks, balled one up, and stuffed it into my mouth, before using the second sock as a cleave gag to keep that first one in place. I watched as he gaged my sister sin the same way and then walked out of the house leaving us there to wonder what had happened.

It was only when Mum jumped into the room, her wrists and ankles tied like ours and a white cloth sticking out from between her lips, I realized what had happened – but that started a lifetime love of being bound and gagged, helpless as a damsel…

This was a passion that Bobby shared with his family, including his grandson Robert Junior…

Now that I am in my early sixties, I still love to dress as a woman – and little Robert seems to have inherited that love. So one afternoon my daughter gave us both a treat – a grandmother/granddaughter moment, if you wish.

I was wearing a long-sleeved dress which came to above my knees, black with a light blue spiral pattern at the top with the pattern expanding until the dress was blue with black details at the bottom, dark hose and black pumps. Robert was wearing a red checked dress with a round neckline and was barefoot – and my daughter was pretending to be the infamous criminal called Mrs McPhee, wearing a blue boiler suit, black gloves and boots, and a black balaclava mask.

I was wearing glasses and my blonde bob wig, while Robert had short cut brown hair – but I was sitting watching, my hands on my lap, as my daughter took her son’s hands behind her back and tied them tightly together. Before she had one that, she had made sure our hands were like the criminal leaves them – holding a sponge ball in each hand, silver tape over our fists, then socks pulled up our arms and taped into place.

We often played these games when she was growing up, so she knew what to do as she secured Robert’s wrists together behind his back and then used a longer rope to keep his arms against this sides, forming two bands as she did so. She tied those ropes off and then told him to sit next to me while she bound his ankles together, and then his legs below his knees.

He smiled and nodded when I asked him if he was all right, before I stood up and put my own covered wrists behind my back, feeling the rope as they were bound tightly together, and the feeling of the rope on my arms as they were held against my sides in two bands.

As she knelt down in front of me, she started to bind the rope round my ankles as I wiggled round, Robert smiling as he watched me do so, and then she tied my legs together below my knees her fingers making me shiver involuntarily as the rope went between my legs to make it tighter.

She then made sure we stayed quiet – she pushed a folded cloth into our mouths and then used knotted strips of towelling as cleave gags, pulling them between our lips. She then wrapped white tape around our heads, covering our mouths, and then silver tape over the top of that, before she told me to stay there and picked my ten year old grandson up in her arms, varying him out of the room as I watched her walk up the stairs. A few minutes later, she came back down and made me stand up, half jumping and half shuffling out of the room and then helping me to go up the stairs to my bedroom.

Robert was lying on my bed, rope going from his ankles to the foot of the bed, watching as I jumped over and lay on my side on the bed. as I rubbed my taped mouth on his head, I felt my daughter pull me ankles back and hogtying me, before she told us both to sleep and left us alone. Robert moved over and snuggled against me as I kissed his head, mumbling we would be all right - but we were both enjoying the experience…



Finally, today, we have the story of Edwin, and his aunt, on the day of the Silver Jubilee…

I was staying with my Aunt Petunia and watching the celebration on the television, and we were both dressing up for the occasion. Aunt Petunia was wearing a top made of stiff white silk, a green fern print on the material, with a yoke type collar that went over her shoulders and that came down over her waist lower at the back than the front. She was also wearing a long pink taffeta skirt, and white sandals, while she had a pearl necklace round her neck and pearl earrings.

As for me, I was wearing an open necked white patterned shirt with the cuffs rolled up, and a short pink taffeta skirt like my aunt – my one came down to my knees – as well as short white socks and white shoes. I asked if I could be excused to go to the toilet, and Aunt Petunia said that would be all right, wo I left the room and went up stairs to the toilet – it was when I cam beck down that I saw the two men with my aunt, one of the doing something to her hands behind her back as the second one asked her questions.

He then turned and saw me, smiling as he came over and put a leather gloved hand on my should while his ‘friend’ took a longer rope and tied it round Aunt Petunia’s upper body, forcing her arms against her sides as he made bands at her waist and upper arms. Once he had tied that off, he removed my aunt’s necklace and earrings, as well as hew watch, as the man with me told me to stand still and put my hands behind my back.

He was handed some rope as well, as I felt him cross my wrists and then the rubbing of the rope on my skin as it was used to bind my wrists tightly together. He took the roper around and between my arms, and then when he was handed a second longer rope, he used it to force my arms against my sides in the same way as Aunt Petunia – one band round my waist and another round my upper arms.

It felt – nice, if I was being honest, but I was looking at Aunt Petunia, who smiled and told me it would be all right as I was walked back over and sat next to her, watching as the man knelt down and folded back her skirt, then took some ropes and started to bind her ankles and legs together so that she could not move them apart. He then moved over and tied my ankles, as well my legs below my knees, the rope going around and between my legs in each place as I realized I was not going to be able to move them apart.

I looked at Aunt Petunia as the second man rolled up a white scarf, and then told her to open her mouth wide, pulling the scarf between her lips and tying the band round her head as she closed her red lips over it. She looked at me and nodded as I saw a rolled-up scarf in front of me and slowly opened my mouth.

~I could taste perfume on it as the silk was pulled between my lips and tied round my head, but I closed my lips over it as well and watched as Aunt Petunia’s ankles were pulled to the side and tied to the leg of the couch, before I was helped to lie on my side, looking up at her as my ankles were tied to the other leg. I wriggled round and tried to speak, but it was muffled sounds that came out, from both of us as the men left us there.

We could hear the television, however, as Aunt Petunia nodded and tried to talk to me, and I nestled my head on her lap…

This had been In Their Own Words – until next time…

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There are so many reasons for me to be happy

1. It’s another Episode Boys will be Girls

2. It’s also an episode of In their own Words

3. There‘s a hogtie!!! Thank you so much KP, I really like this little story

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There are so many reasons for me to be happy

1. It’s another Episode Boys will be Girls

2. It’s also an episode of In their own Words

3. There‘s a hogtie!!! Thank you so much KP, I really like this little story

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