I clasp my white bra in front of me and lift them up to cover my slowly burgeoning breasts. The cups lift up each breast, pronouncing them and creating a cleavage. Looking in the mirror I see me, Nora, the girl with long tousled morning hair, little makeup, and the light blue panty band showing over my sweatpants. I hug my waist and smile at my reflection, f...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. She delights in my need to live under her feminizing control. As part of my training, she has ordered me to confess my prior deviant acts to the world. In this series, I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have chan...
This story is a transsexual fantasy. Before reading this chapter I highly recommend that you read chapters 1 to 4. It has been a long time since I wrote the first four chapters of this story, and the reason for this is that I have been occupied in other areas of my life. In some respects I had come to a good place in the story to take a break because this...
This is part two of my second story, "Our Steven, Our Stephanie". I want to thank the readers out there who have offered their kind words of support and desires for continuation for this story. I realize the chapters seem a bit short, but I like to try to end my stories at the cliffhanger points so as to leave the readers on the edge of their seats, so to sp...
The car slid silently through the night, the cabin only periodically illuminated by the street lamps. Jessica crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously in the back seat. Her heart raced suddenly when she, in a strange moment of clarity, realized what she was doing. The man driving the car was someone she had met at the bar, someone who she barely knew. But th...
Thanks to all of you who encouraged me to continue writing this story. Stay tuned for new stories. Please vote! All respectful feedback appreciated. ***** "Wake up, Nancy. Rise and shine. Time to get up, sissy." I hadn't heard the key turn in the door lock, and I hadn't heard Ms. Jensen enter my room. I sat bolt upright, then remembered that I was wearin...
Like so many nights sitting at this bar before, I ended up thinking about my husband. This was a little odd considering I was sitting at a lesbian bar, absentmindedly ogling a cute chic that seemed to be looking for a hook-up, but my life had flipped upside down and inside out so much in the past two years, the strangeness barely even registered. The girl fr...
This is the story of a man who never realized the strength of his inner woman until he was in his thirties. It is a story of loving feminization and incest. The story is fiction. Everyone is eighteen, or older. I would normally post this story under the incest category, but I thought it would fit just as well under crossdressers. ***** I was thirty-three...
::A note for the readers. I came upon the idea for this story some time ago. Most forced feminization stories are told from the POV of the subject being forced. I decided to change the format a little and tell a story from the other side. Special thanks to Anelle for help in editing.:: I had originally intended to move straight from one apartment to the...
Lady Jezebel Renoux's lips puckered slightly as she regarded the girl in front of her. The brunette was pretty enough, in a kind of pixie-ish way. She had a nice round set of breasts on her that had probably had some work done on them prior to her being brought here. They were nice but Jezebel felt they were kind of out of place on the small-framed girl. She...