Ghostly DominationForced TransformationAdult Sexual Themes

Female DominationForced TransformationAdult Sexual Themes

Female DominationForced TransformationAdult Sexual Themes

In my opinion, my introduction to wearing the lingerie created a major fissure in any remaining masculinity I had. It can be argued that the use of perfume could have been explained away as evidence of a man's cologne but what Dorothy had made for Lunn and myself now was far too pretty to come even close to a man's product. Ane? Women generally have a much more acute sense of smell than men do. There was no fooling them - not a chance. The use of the scent may be perceived as a much lesser...

From Rita... They both cackled as I stood completely naked when Melanie got back to me. Then I stepped into the panties, and stood shivering although it wasn't cold as she fastened me into a bra. "I think that yellow satin with white lace looks nice on him - don't you think?" She asked as she fascinated me in. "Cute?" Rita sniffed from out of a magazine she had picked up. "Just make sure that you pad the bra cups pretty full!" "How come?" Melanie asked, curious. "Well nobody's going to take...

What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn’t seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually – but I still certainly didn’t think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.

That woman! She just loved to tease him. I think at times, even Wendy was scandalized at what she'd make him do. Once she had him take off his shoes - then made him step into a pair of lacy pink satin panties - and pull them up over his outer clothes. Then he had to get fastened into a matching bra - again over his outer clothes. After she had padded his bra, she led him through the store to where Amy and I were sitting enjoying complimentary cokes. I couldn't help it - couldn't stop giggling...

I was mortified! What made it worse was the fact that the girls weren't being mean or scornful. Nothing like that. They were genuinely trying to help me turn myself into a female - in looks and dress anyway. They figured that was what I really wanted. But what they couldn't see was that I had serious difficulty with this. It wasn't that the idea of dressing didn't appeal to me - it did. But in FRONT of them? Oh grief! I started to stammer.  "Girls? Please? I don't..." "Just HUSH!" Reen...

Under her watchful eye, I pulled my slip off then blushing, took my bra and falsies off. It was so humiliating, sitting there in front of my ex-wife and secretary in nothing but panties, garter belt and stockings. Kristy saw this and was nice enough to hand me my slip, which I draped over my lap, hoping to hide my obvious excitement, although I wasn't very sure.

Life with a Princess: Mitson works for a domineering woman in all all woman office. She has sized him up as a potential sissy and therefore marriage material for her daughter, Princess. Mitson is soon being called Missy and his new wife starts changing his role and wardrobe. Missy would be a great name for an office girl, wouldn't it? Power, Power, Who's Got The Power?: A wife hires Mary to consult about her marriage and she hires to Rene take the husband in hand, changing him into a sweet,...

The panties were no problem of course, but the bra was one of these Wonderbras that squeezed everything together, thrusting my breasts out almost horizontally and creating a huge cleavage. Martina laughed delightedly as she adjusted the buckles on the shoulder straps. "Whooooeee!" she giggled. "Gonna get the johns all excited!""John? How come you know John?" I asked."Johns honey! Johns. Customers!" Tiffany explained."Oh I said lamely. "Martina? What do I do with this?" holding the garter belt...

I learned to keep quite an inventory of large silk handkerchiefs on hand. It was truly amazing to me, how a randy young bull could be tamed with fingers that slightly touched his erection - then finally took it in hand with a soft grip. A silk square to aid in his sensory enjoyment and cut down on the mess - and he would be as meek as a lamb, and good as gold...Guys who'd never had sex before were the easiest. Poor little pussies. So eager to please. So awkward - then so grateful when they...

She stared at me for a few seconds - then burst out laughing! "You're not a man, silly You're a pretty little sissy wearing pretty little baby doll pajamas. Stay here with me long enough? I might teach you how to be a lesbian sissy - but tonight? You even think of putting a move on me? I'll put you over my knees and give you a damn good spanking. Now, get your ass into bed Michelle!"Her words may have sounded cruel, but they were said with amused mockery combined with a little real affection....

I and the other girls hadn't much to do afterwards and neither Emily nor Betty seemed to have the inclination to do anything but watch Tiffany and Dorothy as they gradually took me over. When Gloria and Jan came in later that afternoon, I pleaded with them silently from my chair as the other two girls had just finished making me up. The guys simply could not believe that the pretty young thing in polka dot dress and white blouse - nor in my lightly, but thoroughly made up face - was the young...

One becomes used to just about anything. Beth was always servile enough to me but would grin just a little sardonically as if she'd send Frances - I mean Frank - off to do various things to show her domination over the guy. And what could I say as they gradually feminized the poor lad? His hair gradually became more girlish, then his nails. Then more makeup - and naturally earrings. I don't know who blushed the most, him or me, when he appeared in his first full maid uniform, apron and...

I knew immediately that there was no sense in struggling. Knew that she was straonger than me. On top of that, I felt that I would show a disrespect for my new sister-in-law if I objected. Found myself slipping helplessly into her arms. "My turn! My turn!" Carol was saying and, still breathless, I was floated from Sylvia to Carol, very conscious of my woman's shape on the water as I transfered from one set of tanned arms to another, my own soft pale arms looking weak and womanish. My breasts...