Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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She came over to ungag me. She ripped off the tape, ouch, and then pulled out what had been in my mouth. It was a pair of panties. "Don't worry, they're clean, Tom. Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out a name for you because Tom just isn't working with that outfit. How about...Tina?" she asked. "You are enjoying this a lot, aren't u?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Oh yes, this is so much fun. I can't do this kind of stuff with my girlfriends or boyfriends." I woke up late the next morning since it took me quite a while to fall asleep. Sara was already up and out of the room. My arms were sore from being pinned behind me and my wrist ached from the tightness of the zip tie. It didn't help that I had struggled against the bonds for an hour before falling asleep. No doubt I was using muscles that I don't normally use having a corporate job for most of my life. My jaw was sore from the ball gag in my mouth, but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment. I began to struggle against my restraints again since I was alone and this seemed like my best chance to free myself.

Too bad. I had a couple of outfits now. I loved the one yellow floral dress, because it was such a soft material, and when I whirled around, it would swish against the pantyhose, and send shivers up and down my spine. I just loved it! It turned me on so much! But one day, even in full dress, it didn’t seem like enough. I wanted more! Nobody was home, so for the first time, I left my room dressed as a girl. I was *so* afraid that someone would look in the windows and see me! I read all these comments and they seem to break down into 3 broad categories: (1) my wife feminized me, now I love it; (2) I want/wanted my wife to feminize me and she doesn’t like it; and (3) you’re all pathetic sissy boys inside so just be honest about it.I've not been asked buy my parents why I do this crossdressing malarkey as of yet but it will come at some point so when it does what do I say?

I don’t know what got over me. I am really sorry Jody. I promise.. I will never do this again.” I answered, almost about to cry.One day, I just snapped one of them. I was so angry and upset that they had been forcing me to do this, and I just couldn't take it anymore. After snapping I decided to run away from them. I went to the park, but they found me there. They chased me through the park and got very close to catching me, but I disappeared into the bushes. I ran to get tissues to clean it all up. That was stupid of me! But for some reason, thinking of myself as a girl made me really turned on, and made me climax so easily! I wanted to be with a girl so much, but this was exciting too. I would just do both. If I could get Lynn, my crush, to go out with me, I’d still do this in my spare time. Perhaps, I could get some of her panties too. Then I’d be wearing *her* clothes. Now *that* sounded really exciting to me! Over the next few weeks, I kept dressing up. Sometimes with just the panties, but sometimes in full outfit. I stole a pair of pantyhose from the laundry room, and started wearing those too. I have been married for eight years, but for the last two years my wife has made me change. Her not being as sexually active as I would like, unlike me who always seemed to be aroused. I was always aroused and like most men eager to get it on. However my wife had become growingly tired of this and my seemingly endless small erections. She had become so discussed when she would see me with an **. She would tell me that is not a mans ** at all, it is to small. We had not had ** in over a year at the time and she had been saying that we need to do something to keep my small erections from happening all the time. Over the last two years she has gotten her way by molding me to what she calls the perfect husband.

In a nutshell ** peaked around the time we got married. After we had a couple of kids it was pretty **. She let me have ** with her but it was worse than **. She had no energy and no interest in **. We had marriage counselling. Actually several times. Pretty much a waste of time. We were two people living in the same house with me pushing her for ** and she would resist resist resist and eventually let me do it. Then she spoke, "I knew you wouldn't have let me keep you like that for much longer, so now I have to do this. Don't worry..." Well, I am going to tell mom and dad that you have been going through my stuffs without my permission!” Jody scolded me. a video game commercial in the 90s or early 2000s (idk for what, I think it was a console). A little brother is begging his sister and her friend to do her chores so he can buy it. She says "you want it do bad, you'll do anything?" Cut to him being given a makeover, looking sadly at the camera So I put everything away, except when I came to the underwear, there was a problem. Mom had accidentally left one of Jody’s panties in my pile. Jody is my elder sister who is just 2 years older than me. I held her panty in my hands, feeling the silky material. I was a typical 10th grade boy, so as you can imagine, my mind raced at the thought that I was holding panties in my hand.

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Even after a subliminal forced boyhood I still saw myself as a girl. even people who met me for the first time had to ask if I was a boy or a girl right up to the age of 12.. What you see now is just my bloody mindedness me saying "I only have one go at this life and I will be who I want to be regardless" I decided to ride home that afternoon with the windows down and satellite radio off. The day had a surreal feel to it and somehow, the norm didn't seem appropriate. After many years of hard work, I was retiring. I didn't plan on just sitting at home, I just wasn't sure what the next section of my life would entail. My wife, Sara, had planned something special I am sure so I was kind of in a hurry to get home, but it was a nice day so I decided take my time.

Karen: Come over this saturday around 12. My parents are going away for the weekend so i have the house to myself. this is the perfect opportunity, c'mon. With the focus on my having an ** out of the way meant that she did not feel the need to perform and we both started to look for ways to engage with the other person. Hugging, kissing, touching, flowers, cleaning the house for her. And she relaxed. The kissing lead to touching lead to her having an **. She stood up and took out her camera. Doing this just us and that was it was one thing, but doing this and taking pictures was another.I am no longer aloud to have any male clothing and kept as a sissy girl taking care of the house and her. She has told me that if I do not obey she will have a friend or two come over and treat me like the sissy girl I am for her amusements. She tells me of things that a sissy girl should do to real men that I want no part of. I listen and do my best to do as I am told. I do not want to be used by men for her amusement. I am now a broken male that is a sissy girl, however I have discovered I like to be cross dressed.