Feminized By His Ex-Wife (Teaching Him A Lesson Book 35)

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Mercy, I don't know why folks think they ~have~ to make this disclaimer. First, it's not at all true. When I buy my coffee in the morning, the twentysomething clerk always gives me a bigger smile than the other customers get. Women look me over head to toe when they see me. Women hit on me. Men hit on me. My daughter's friends tell me I look great. My wife's friends tell me I look great. Longtime female friends assure me that I'm sexy. The girls at the school where my wife volunteers tell me I look sexy. Amusement and enjoyment. Humiliation is a great tool for control but also for my personal amusement. I like to expose it to other dominant women, dress it up pretty with bows, call it a clitty or a ‘little princess’, tell her it’s pretty or little or useless. I figured it was too late to hide Tim, and he was going to be seen as Tammi, so I just waited for Debbie's reaction. So, earlier today, my wife took my out for my makeover. She took me to a salon and spa. She had me get the most difficult part done first; the full body waxing. It hurt like hell, but I survived. Now I'm all smooth; face included.

What do you think? I just cut off a little bit. You have such pretty hair, you really do. Maybe one day we can take you to the salon for a perm or a different style, would you like that?” Taking a different way, my cousins asked if they could go through the park, to show me where they hung-out, when younger. So my aunt and mom, carried on, the way we had come, but my sister Debbie, my cousins Miranda and Helen, plus myself, walked through the kissing gate to the park.Ladies such as me, Cathy and Katrina mentioned above and others such as Madam Chris and Lolo have feminised our husbands through a sense of love and care. I mentioned this to Jill who also noticed that there was some significant swelling around the nipple area. This concerned both of us as my mother had had breast cancer and it was not unknown in men so we went to see a doctor. We hadn’t previously registered with one, but this was through Jill’s work and the doctor was the same one she was seeing for her pregnancy. The prognosis was not what I expected. There was no evidence of any cancerous growth and the only thing the doctor could come up with was that perhaps I was suffering from latent gynecomastia. Share with us your pictures on how you and your significant other developed your relationship with your cross-dressing or transgender self. We talked about it for a while, and she theorized that if my breasts were going to continue to grow, then sooner or later it would be too difficult to hide the fact that I had breasts when going out, and perhaps experimenting with whether or not I could pass as female, at least just to pop out and get groceries, might be helpful. It took me some convincing, but it did make some sense. Stammering, I asked if she would help me and a huge beam crossed her face. “Of course, my dear,” she smiled, let’s leave it until the weekend and then we can play. Am I right sissy?” She asked. “Would you like to be used in that way?” She kept asking me, prompting me until she forced me to tell her that I would probably enjoy being taken like a real girl.

Debbie had an older house in the Village that she was renovating into several apartments. It was perfect. You do not know that these are fantasies. I know personally of a lot of couples where the partner fully accepts and embraces the new life of their loved one, and this story is not different from those. I think we owe our fellow members to take what they say at face value. Sure, we can disagree with their opinions and arguments, but we ought to listen to what they tell us. OH GOD, OH GOD, p....p....p....please don't do that Teresa, I'll tell you everything. I'm so sorry.”Good girl, such a good girl. Next, I have a blouse for you. I think you're gonna love this one. Put it on and let's see how you look. Its pretty isnt it?”

Well the girls laughed, at my misfortune, but now I was drenched and would have to ride home in mom’s car, all wet. When we got to aunt’s home, the girls ran ahead to enlighten their mom and our mom. That meant a couple of days carrying on as ‘normal’. Despite having the opportunity to try on some of her clothes again during the day, I chose not to. It just seemed a bit strange to do so, then I suppose it is not every wife who buys their husband panties, bras and a nightdress. Sit down here and explain this to me then. Come on. You're a crossdresser aren't you? You like to wear girl's clothes and pretend you're a girl, go ahead, admit it.”

After I had tidied up, I went to get dressed, but after putting on one of my bras and a pair of panties, I headed over to her wardrobe. ‘What would it feel like?’ I thought. I found a pair of tights and, sitting on the edge of the bed as I had seen her do many times, I slid them up my legs. The sensation of pulling the tights up my hairless legs was quite exhilarating. After trying a couple, I then found a skirt that fit me comfortably and a blouse that fitted quite well. Good girl Tammi, now I want to tell you something very important. You're a big girl now and if you like to dress up you should. There's nothing wrong with it. Its not a bad thing, and you're not a bad person, do you understand?” This group is devoted to the top 1%'ers of the CD world. We are the ones that have a wife or girlfriend that completely shares with us our girl side with their life, forming what I call BFF girlfriend relationships. This is indeed very rare to have this kind of relationship molded into a standard relationship like a marriage.

Katrina is another regular contributor and her case is interesting too as she explains that her husband was interested in an FLR but she took him much further than he was expecting. I stammered for a moment, then managed to say. “I didn’t know.” Of course she asked me “Didn’t know what?”. The embarrassment that flood through me was unbelievable, but I forced myself to answer her. Once home, I found what I wanted and stared at my still full closet. There, at the bottom, was a French maid's outfit still in the box. Well, hubbie wasn't going to be seeing me in that for a while. Maybe I could give it to Debbie as a gag gift. I'd LOVE to see her in that!

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After a while, I'd worn everything I'd brought with me and wanted to go home to get some fancier clothes. It looked like I'd be staying a while. I had already brought two suitcases full of things, but since I was going to be staying with Debbie for a while I wanted more. Well, if you girls would like to prepare the bed for me please, like mom did for you, when you were little girls. I heard laughter and girl’s chatter. In recent months I’ve been receiving far more correspondence than in the past from women like me. That’s to say strong women who have force feminised their husbands and live in FLRs.