To me, part of the process in my case of stripping me of my masculinity involves documenting my transformation and the humiliation that it would involve. For me it started through an encounter with a dominant man who enjoys feminizing submissive males and turning them into 24/7 gurls. It just took the right dominant man to make it happen for real. I've spen...
-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...
L’aéroport de Roissy était bondé en ce début d’été. Les vacanciers se bousculaient comme si leur vie dépendait de leur présence dans leur avion avant le départ de ce dernier. De temps en temps, une voix monocorde faisait une annonce dans un micro, dominant quelques instants le désordre ambiant. Des groupes se formaient et se séparaient. Les milliers de gens...
Beverly used to be a real hottie, she could turn all the men's heads; one of those men became her husband. Hank, because that was his name, was twelve years older than Beverly and while not exactly handsome he was relatively wealthy and quite enthusiastic about having a sexy trophy wife that other men would envy him. But that was twenty two years ago, exactl...
This is part four in my continuing story of meeting a Master and changing me into his sissy. The next morning after Friday night of Master Gene abusing my body for his sexual favors and turning me into his sissy girl Tiffany I was awakened by a text message from him informing me to check my emails for further instruction. I immediately checked to see what M...
For a Sunday afternoon the coffee shop was bustling with activity. College students where sitting around studying avidly making the most of their time after procrastinating last night for a night of drinking and partying. One girl in particular was studying with more eagerness than the rest. This was Sylvia. The twenty two year old brunette was strikingly b...
"Hi Bob! Welcome to Make Me A Futa," said Ann, guiding me to the contestant's chair. The audience could just be seen beyond the glare of the studio lights and the array of cameras. Certainly their rustling and murmuring and laughter could be heard. And as if it wasn't terrifying enough being centre stage for the first time in my life, I was dressed like a gi...
Maria Wilson checked herself once more in the mirror of her rundown efficiency apartment. From her reflection she could see the small toddler mattress that she curled up on at night laying in the corner. It was the only piece of furniture in the room. Her spare set of clothes was stuffed into a large Wal-Mart bag. As for her own reflection. She had tied he...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn. You must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...