Forced Transformation Female Domination Adult Sexual Situations

Forced Transformation Female Domination Adult Sexual Situations

Forced Transformation Female Domination Adult Sexual Situations

CrossdressingAdult Sexual Situations 

CrossdressingSlow Gender Transformation

CrossdressingSlow Gender Transformation

CrossdressingUndercover WorkMystery

Crossdressing, gender transformation. Female domination, Adult sexual situations

Crossdressing, Forced Feminization, Female Domination, Adult Sexual Situations

Crossdressing, Forced Feminization, Female Domination, Adult Sexual Situations

As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for! Female Domination, Forced Transformation, Adult Sexual Situations

‘‘You smell nice.’’ Emma picked him up from his second weekend. ‘‘I’m pleased you approve.’’ He leaned over the car seat and kissed her gently. ‘‘I think it’s a perfume that you used to use ages ago when I first met you.’’ ‘‘Mm, I really like that scent.’’ Emma hugged him back and looked at him hard. ‘‘There’s something about you.’’ ‘‘It’s sweet of you to notice,’’ he replied. ‘‘I’ve had a lovely couple of days. I can’t wait to come back.’’ ‘‘You really enjoyed it?’’ ‘‘Oh yes, it’s been...

It felt suddenly strange to be wearing a bra and panties; ones that looked pretty and matched in pale lavender shades. It felt even stranger when breast forms were placed in the bra cups. The sudden weight and protrusion was a sensation all of its own. ‘‘Couldn’t they be smaller and lighter?’’ I asked in shock as they wobbled against my skin. ‘‘They’re only small,’’ Cheryl replied. They’re not as big as Jasmine’s; more like my size.’’ ‘‘Mine are bigger for professional reasons.’’ Jasmine...

“Hey Frankie, Frankie, you look as pretty as a picture.” And I could see Nancy was pleased with her handiwork too. Of course, the canvas was good. Let me take a minute to describe myself: I was about 5 foot and 5 inches tall and I weighed in at 120 lb., a result of not having enough to eat. Ever. And I had fine bone structure. Bob wasn’t the first person to say I looked like a girl. A teacher had said it to me and a girl I fancied too and an auntie and the nurse when I got my flu shot. You get...

Tony looked at himself in the mirror. I don’t believe this. “Okay Tony...” she stopped to correct herself. “Maybe we should give you a more fitting name.” The youth went from embarrassed to confused. “Huh?” “You know,” she explained, “something more feminine.” “Candi,” he pleaded, “don’t you think this has gone far enough?” She giggled. I haven’t even started you silly little sissy. Tony didn’t know what she was thinking, he was too scared to ask. He decided not to protest any longer. “Tonya...

‘‘I don’t understand." I looked at him as he leaned towards me and quickly kissed me on the lips. ‘‘Now do you understand?’’ he asked quietly. ‘‘You haven’t slapped me or screamed, so I don’t think you object too much to being kissed." ‘‘I’ve never been kissed before." I was shocked by his action and my reaction. I didn’t feel threatened and I wasn’t scared.