Forced TransformationFemale Domination

Forced Gender TransformationScience FictionMagical Transformation

CrossdressingSlow Gender Transformation

Little did he realize that Frau Hoffman was assigned the task of training him for something quite different... Female Domination. Forced Transformation

I unbuttoned the waistband and sighed as the constricted feeling of the snug waist band eased. I unzipped the jeans and eased them down my hips and rear, then sat down to slip them over my bare feet. When I stood, I was wearing nothing more than Karen’s silk panties. Karen grew pale as she inspected me from head to foot. “Well, you haven’t lost too much of your height, maybe three inches or less. but that’s about all you haven’t lost,” Karen sighed. “Honey, I think I’ve solved the mystery of...

Yes, it was satisfied! Very much so, in fact, as the mirror, or, rather, the entity within it, analyzed the thoughts and body processes it had read in its prey’s mind during the brief probe. It had pulled an image from his mind, then flashed it back for a split second in order to gauge the man’s reaction and receptivity along with the potential capacity for resistance. Pleased with its findings, it had fed, only a taste, really, then replaced what it took with something else only a little...

He had fifteen minutes to wait until his dinner was done. The image of the red panties was drawing him like a magnet to the blue-topped box. Scarcely aware of what he was doing, Jerry opened the box and removed the panties. He hadn’t noticed before how soft the fabric felt, almost like a mother’s caress. A strange thought crossed his mind. Would they feel as sensual wearing them as they did in his hands? An odd thought coming from a man who had never considered wearing a pair of panties in his...

Zolanda pointed her ring finger and recited a mantra. The sapphire in the ring radiated an almost blinding white light, as if it were intensely hot. The human men and boys fell to the inlaid stone pavement, writhing in pain. Some of the human women screamed and tried to reach them, but the Bozarg held them in place. A white crust covered the men, who now lay quivering in place. Next, panic spread through the women and girls when they realized it was their turn, as Zolanda pointed at them and...

Meanwhile, the expansion of my chest seemed to go on unabated. They grew out so fast that I was soon sporting small but undeniable breasts that pushed the soft fabric of my various blouses out in definite, small cones of flesh. Honey had put a bra in with that marvelous set of clothing and lingerie that I had bought, but it was so large that I knew it had been added just as a reminder for whom the clothing had really been designed. Now as I blossomed out, I began to wonder if she had not had a...

Robert was dazed by the sight of his reflection in the mirror. It if wasn’t for the glaring discrepancy of the male genitals, he would have believed he was in the body of a beautiful and well-built woman. Trying to ignore the protrusion between his legs, Robert twisted this way and that, trying to see every inch of his sensuous appearing body.

`A female?‘ Larry sat upright in shock. Looking down at his body, the first thing he saw was a pronounced cleavage visible through the sweetheart neckline of the top Kathy had put on an hour earlier. A top he was now wearing himself! Barely able to contain the contents of his stomach, he quickly checked the rest of his body. Kathy smiled and returned to the bed and began pulling her socks on. “Exactly what I said would happen, darling. We exchanged bodies. Now, maybe you’ll believe me when I...

“Honey, before I tell you what I have in mind, I’d like to ask you some questions.” There was the barest of hesitations, as though she really didn’t know how to approach the subject “...about you liking to wear girl’s clothing. I know that you love to do it, wear girl’s clothing I mean, but what I’d like to know is, why?” Why did I like to dress like a girl? That was something I’d like to know myself. The desire to dress like a girl had both thrilled and scared me.... ... “It’s really...

“I would like to take our fantasy one step further. I want you to don an outfit from among my things each evening upon our arrival home,” she said seriously. “I also had two wigs custom made for you to wear, both jet black to match my own hair coloring.” “Two wigs?” “Yes, for you to wear depending on the time of the evening. One is drawn tightly back into a bun and the other with the tresses falling long and free like mine when I prepare for bed.” “In other words,” I said, a little...

After the physical, the doctor turned on this slide projector and began giving me this really detailed lecture on human sexuality and reproduction. I mean like really graphic. Then he began explaining about the physical, mental and emotional changes that a male goes through, when he’s put on something called female hormone therapy. And he explained all about that to me as well. He spent a lot of time and attention on how especially effective it is, when it’s administered to someone as young as...

On the tenth day, Wilma’s external transformation was complete. Bill was gone forever. As Wilma admired herself in her mirror, wearing a sexy, size six, petite dress, an inner sense warned her that something was wrong. 'I look perfect, so what is the matter?' she asked herself. “I am the woman I have always wanted to be,” she added aloud, taking pleasure in her sweet-sounding, feminine voice. After the inner transformation was complete, Wilma entered the stage of induced amnesia, during which...

“You look smashing,” I said. “Like a model or something.” “Thank you,” he said, and he looked genuinely pleased. “You seem as though you like it.” He shrugged. “If I have to look like a girl, I’d rather be a pretty one than an ugly one!” He crossed his legs and it was impossible not to notice how smooth and sleek they looked. It was obvious that he had shaved them. “What are you wearing underneath?” He feigned shock. “Alan! You can’t ask a girl that! It’s impolite!” “Sorry,” I said, grinning...