A collaboration between Onlysorta & Cyberweasel89! A genderbent femboy Alice in Wonderland story with femdom and ENM elements!

Allen couldn't help but smile and figdet in joy as he sat in the shade of the tree by the riverbank. Even if he had nothing to do but read his book, he was elated to actually be outside on the very day after his eighteenth birthday! Well, okay, he wasn't exactly allowed outside. But it was a bright sunny summer's day and the maid had told him that what Mr. Liddell and Mrs. Liddell didn't know wouldn't hurt him!

With his cornflower tresses, grown long at his parents' wishes, and blue eyes, the fair young man was what many deemed pretty. A pair of suspenders kept his dark gray shorts held on over his white button shirt, while ankle-high socks sat on the grass next to his discarded shoes. The book in his lap was one of his favorites, "Gulliver's Travels" by the famous satirist Jonathan Swift! He'd read it many times along with all the other books in the family library. At least, the ones the maid sneaked to his room at least.

Still, this sunlight was surprisingly intoxicating! Even under the shade of the tree, the summer heat made him feel very sleepy and stupid. How did the hired help manage to do their work when this sunlight made him so lethargic? It was just as Allen was about to doze off with his book in his lap that he saw a curious sight...

A little white rabbit.

Wait, no... Allen rubbed his eyes and the image became clear. A rabbit woman!

She was quite small, possibly around Allen's own scant five feet tall, but she had matronly curves that reminded Allen of a young mother. Her legs were covered in white fur and shaped like a rabbit's, with no lower body garment to hide her lady parts or cottony rabbit tail wiggling along with the jiggle of her spacious bum. Her bust was very large, like two ripe summer watermelons, and her rapid hop of a gait threatened to cause them to bounce out of her dark green waistcoat. A simple brown cane in one hand looked to be more for formal reasons than any mobility issues, while the golden pocket watch in her other hand looked quite expensive and fancy, even for his aristocratic family's wealth. A cute but mature face, again evoking the image of a mother in Allen's head, gave way to a dark green top hat with holes to allow two white-furred rabbit ears to protrude. The short hair peeking out from under it was also white, while her eyes were a curious pink.

Allen had never seen a rabbit with matronly curves, let alone human parts and a waistcoat with which to store a pocket watch. But then again, he'd only seen rabbits in books! A burning curiosity filled the young man and, not wanting to lose her, Allen left his shoes behind to pound in his socks after her. He ran across the field and caught up just in time to see her pop down a large rabbit hole under the hedge. In another moment, down went Allen after her, not once considering how he was to get out. His suspenders caught on a protruding root and, not wanting to lose his chase, he undid them so he could properly enter.

The rabbit hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, a stray root catching Allen's sock and tearing it straight off his left foot. But he continued crawling, his burning curiosity spurning him on like a man possessed. Roots pricked at his arms and tore at his shorts and shirt, popping one of his buttons, but he tried to pay the dirt upon his clothes no heed. The tunnel narrowed and Allen found his hips stuck. It took much tugging, but he began to pull himself through.

With alarm, Allen felt his shorts slide down his hips. He tried to tug them up, but they weren't budging in the narrow space his hips were caught in. He crawled forward just a bit, letting them slide further down his hips. He intended to pull them back up once he had some space, but the moment his pelvis cleared the opening, the rabbit hole dipped so suddenly down that Allen didn't have a moment to think of himself before falling down what seemed to be a very deep well. With red-faced alarm, he felt his shorts pulled clean down his legs, his half-sock-clad feet leaving them behind.

Either the well was very deep or Allen was falling very slowly. Long enough that he felt his embarrassment at his visible knickers fade, allowing him to look around. The bottom was too dark to see how deep the rabbit hole went, but then he looked at the sides of the well and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and bookshelves: here and there he saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. A blush came to his fair cheeks when it almost seemed like what few pictures that were of people were laughing at him...

He reached for a jar from one of the shelves as he passed, only to violently snag and let out a yelp. The momentary halt was soon followed by a tumbling fall with the jar in hand but a gaze above saw his remaining sock had snagged on a peg holding a picture of a laughing jester. Once his heart was no longer beating like mad from the fright, he saw the jar he took was labelled “ ORANGE MARMALADE,” but to his great disappointment it was empty. He didn't want to drop the jar for fear of breaking it below, so he managed to put it into one of the cupboards as he fell past it.

Down, down, down. Allen wasn't sure how long he'd been falling or how far. Was he near the center of the Earth? It was just as he was about to doze off that he let out a yelp. His fall halted and a look behind himself revealed why.

The protruding handle on a cupboard snagged his undershorts. How irksome! He reached behind himself to try to undo them, but his arms couldn't reach. He began to rock back and forth, hoping he could dislodge himself from the handle. But with a sudden motion, one of Allen's swings caused the cupboard door to creak open, causing him to flail forward and fall right out of his knickers!

Allen's face was bright red as he resumed his fall, rosy-cheeked bubbly bum bare and his little penis and testicles flapping in the air. His hands tightly clasped his shame, idly wondering how much longer he would have to fall clad only in his dirty, torn, partially-buttoned shirt.

Not long, it seemed. His shirt collar snagged on a protruding nail from a shelf. He hung there, the tight fit of the shirt causing his arms to rise and reveal his underdeveloped willy to the rabbit hole. Aside from the shelf, the walls were all covered with pantings of various distinguished men, girls his age, and bosomy women, all of them frozen in time with their mouths open with glee, some of them even pointing right at where Allen hanged. He knew it was nonsense, but it was as if he could hear all of the people in the pictures laughing as his exposed body and tiny penis. He began to writhe and flail, trying to get free, when-

"EEP!"

With a mighty tear, the buttons on his shirt shot off like slingshot pellets and Allen plummeted back down the rabbit hole, ironically skyclad as he fell deeper into the Earth. With his small, androgynous body now naked as a jaybird, the young man tightly cupped his little penis, red-faced and teary-eyed as he plummeted.

Down... down... down...