Forced TransformationFemale Domination

Forced TransformationFemale Domination

Female dominationForced Gender TransformationCrossdressingHormones

Crossdressing, gender transformation. Parental domination

Crossdressing, gender transformation. Female domination

Crossdressing, gender transformation. Female domination, Adult sexual situations

Crossdressing, gender transformation

Patricia and Pamela held my shoulders while Aunt Lucille rolled up my pant legs and fitted sheer nylon anklets onto my feet. I had just arrived and been announced by the maid. My lady relatives were waiting for me. I was pounced upon rather unceremoniously, parked in a chair in the study where they were congregated waiting for me, and my penance began. Aunt Lucille opened a shoe box, folded back the tissue and lifted out a fuchsia-colored pump of slipper satin and showed it to me. It was...

He got very scared. “Please,” he began to whimper out an apology. Then her words reached his brain and he reeled as he asked weakly, “What do you mean? You’re not going to tell Mandi and Ebonee, are you?" She smiled and said, “Well, you don’t think that I’m going to let you get away with being a little sissy, do you? You’re going to have to earn the right to wear pretty feminine clothing and I’m the woman that’s going to benefit from your little secret...

Just walking down the hall to the kitchen was a thrilling new set of sensations. The feel of the woman’s underclothes on my body was a constant secret pleasure to me. I found myself getting a strange little thrill from the pull of the garters against the hose sheathing my legs as I walked. I also liked having my waist compressed by the waist cincher I was wearing. And the silky feel of the panties on my genitals and my bottom sent little excitements to my mind. Taken all together, the...

“Just perfect!” exclaimed Lois as she placed a pair of pink, three-inch heel patent leather pumps in front of me. “I told you he was a perfect Little Miss 16!” I placed my right foot into the shoe and found it to be tight. Lois replaced the pair with another size and I slipped into them with no trouble at all. “Now walk like this,” commanded Lois. I watched her walk across the floor to the door and back. I tried to imitate her as best I could. I had never worn heels before and I didn’t want to...

“Rise and shine, sweetheart. We have a big day ahead of us,” Mrs. VanBeau greeted cheerfully as she kissed the forehead of her effeminate charge. As Shelley rubbed his eyes, Mrs. VanBeau drew down the satin comforter and top sheet. “Oh my, what’s this?” she gasped in shocked motherly surprise. “Shelley, it looks like you had an accident during the night. You’ve made a mess of the sheets and your fiancé’s darling pajamas. Did you play with yourself?” “Why, n-n-no Mother VanBeau,” poor Shelley...

She began to notice a slight change in the way he held himself. It had been three months since they had started the work with Body By Fisher. When she held him in her arms she could feel the difference in his waist, much smaller. The hips were expanding. The bust enlarging into almost an AA cup. He was conscious of this and avoided wearing tight knit sport shirts when he went out. One evening he came down to dinner in one of her dressing gowns. “My, don’t we look beautiful,” she said. “Oh, do...

Tom stood in front of the mirror, a fan in his hand practicing curtsying and the quiet, female voice he was to use during his four-day sojourn. For reasons he could not explain, he found mimicking a female came quite naturally to him. Prudence stood behind him, directing her pupil in the ways of womanly grace. Tom could hardly believe the transformation that had taken place. He was wearing a pale blue dress which fitted snuggly at his...

Mr. Lopez was alone when I was ushered into his private office. He faced that view over the coast but my chair had its back to all that. ‘‘I want you and your girlfriend to play, she probably told you that.’’ He lit a cigar. ‘‘Did she tell you the rest?’’ ‘‘Nothing else,’’ I said. ‘‘What else?’’ ‘‘I want you to be identically dressed, like my girls,’’ he said. ‘‘I want you to be the same as her.’’ ‘‘I don’t think I want to do that.’’ ‘‘You want to keep...

The burning subsided to a pleasant warmth. Ferguson released his nose and each breath Bartholomew took in made his head fuzzy, his body lighter. “You may release her, gentlemen,” Ferguson advised. The stable hands left. Bartholomew wanted to take some action, wasn’t sure what, but couldn’t. His body was relaxed, tingling and seemed to be almost floating; his head was filled with clouds. His mind was peaceful, placid, like a pleasant dream. He smiled unconsciously. “That’s...