Reluctant Press

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...

He looked down at me and smiled back. “You are the perfect wife, my dear,” he replied. “You take care of me, and I shall make sure that your ex-wife and family are safe from any harm.” As long as you are unconditionally mine, no harm shall fall on your ex-wife.

He looked down at me and smiled back. “You are the perfect wife, my dear,” he replied. “You take care of me, and I shall make sure that your ex-wife and family are safe from any harm.” As long as you are unconditionally mine, no harm shall fall on your ex-wife.

Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was. “I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!” Lisa exclaimed as I stood motionless and nude before them. “Yes, we’re quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection,” answered Dr. Sanders. “Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient’s chart.” Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big,...

Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was. “I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!” Lisa exclaimed as I stood motionless and nude before them. “Yes, we’re quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection,” answered Dr. Sanders. “Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient’s chart.” Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big,...

“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...

“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...

Don’s eyes were on the television watching the weatherman talk about high pressure systems and storm fronts, but his mind was a million miles away. `What had he gotten himself into? Had Agatha given him hallucinogenic drugs? Or maybe just contaminated soup?’ He could now distinctly feel invisible hands all over him, gently massaging his muscles. The feel of the massaging hands became stronger, firmer, and increasingly insistent. Still, they somehow retained their gentle quality. Don felt as if...

Don’s eyes were on the television watching the weatherman talk about high pressure systems and storm fronts, but his mind was a million miles away. `What had he gotten himself into? Had Agatha given him hallucinogenic drugs? Or maybe just contaminated soup?’ He could now distinctly feel invisible hands all over him, gently massaging his muscles. The feel of the massaging hands became stronger, firmer, and increasingly insistent. Still, they somehow retained their gentle quality. Don felt as if...

When Martin returned to his room after breakfast, he found clothing laid out on the bed. A pair of skinny jeans. A lightweight U-neck sweater. Matching bra and panties. A pair of Maureen’s ballet flats. “Mom, those are girl clothes.” “Yes they are. And that is appropriate, because you are going to become a girl. A girl who will grow into a fine woman, like your sister.” Then she yelled “Maureen, come in here.” Maureen came in a moment later. “Honey, help...

When Martin returned to his room after breakfast, he found clothing laid out on the bed. A pair of skinny jeans. A lightweight U-neck sweater. Matching bra and panties. A pair of Maureen’s ballet flats. “Mom, those are girl clothes.” “Yes they are. And that is appropriate, because you are going to become a girl. A girl who will grow into a fine woman, like your sister.” Then she yelled “Maureen, come in here.” Maureen came in a moment later. “Honey, help...

He was totally naked and appeared to be totally oblivious to the two feminine breasts stuck firmly to his chest. He had BOOBS! He had grown a pair of breasts. Not the small deposits of fat that men sometimes get when they’re overweight, but a fully formed set of women’s breasts! And in less than four hours! They looked oddly like her own, complete with nipples that were as large as her fingertips. Lori fought the impulse to scream or to look down at her...