And it was strange but I was finding that after a while, I was enjoying wearing that clothing. I was eventually provided with a few sets; with each new short and blouse set of a more and more feminine style. I found that I liked the stretchiness and give of the materials or the softness of the materials. It was strange that the blouse buttoned on the wrong side and them the next one had short puffed sleeves and no collar and the next was a pullover with a flared waist and a tie...

Female DominationForced Gender TransformationSissy Training

To begin with, women scared me. My mom was the only one who seemed to know what made me tick, but the aggressive types who were now finding ways to meet me? They were exactly what I wanted, but I had enough sense to stay away from them. I'd really looked at my grades. They were not good in any way, shape, or form. With them as they were, I might pass, but by the skin of my teeth. If you think I was dumb enough to pass up what was mysteriously being offered? Boy, you're wrong again! ...

It was initiated by his wife Joan, her girlfriend and beautician Doris, and the proprietor of the local ladies Queen Size clothing store, Mabel. Joan and the girls just found it great fun to change John into Janice, a cute boy-girl, dress him completely as a girl, make him up as a girl, have him act as a girl and have him actually hold down jobs as a girl. While John at first did not like being subjugated as a girl, he learned to enjoy his new status and after a while he found his predicament...

I had been waiting my chance. The handcuffs weren't too tight and I'd been clenching and unclenching my fist to make sure that my circulation wasn't impaired. It wasn't and if I had listened to the conversation between the three women, I'd been burning with shame and humiliation. I HAD to reaffirm my dominance over those sniggering females. I must admit that I've never been into physical violence, but they had just gone TOO far! Barbara had turned her back on me and I must admit that what I...

I knew all too well the picture I made as she left. While we'd searched for a ribbon, she'd gone into one of mummy's lingerie drawers and pulled a pair of lacy pink panties. "Here," she said. "Put these on. Can't have you walking about with no underwear. It's not ladylike." I hadn't argued, just slid them up my legs under by apron as she beamed her approval. So there I stood in my swirling, feminine apron, satin panties on my derriere, my hair braided into a plait and tied with a large pink...

If I had thought that there was nothing left to embarrass me, I was wrong. She carried me into the bathroom and washed my face with cool water and removed the slight swelling around the eyes. Then, she carried me into the bedroom and had me put my baby dolls on again. I protested when she led me over to the bench in front of the mirror, but it was futile. "I'm not putting on much, so SHUT up!" she said casually, starting to apply makeup to my face.She was true to her word. Didn't put a great...

Gender TransformationAdult Sexual Themes

Gender TransformationAdult Sexual Themes

Gender TransformationAdult Sexual Themes

Gender TransformationAdult Sexual Themes

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Female DominationForced TransformationAdult Sexual Themes