Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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Now you little sissy bitch!” She said folding her arms under her breasts. “Who’s the boss around here?” She asked. I blinked a couple of times then softly replied that she was. She nodded as a big smile appeared on her face. “That’s right you little sissy c*nt! And since your now my wife! You will do everything a faithful little wife should do for her husband! Understand?” She asked loudly. I nodded. So in my perfect world, at least for the baseline, when I state I want a relationship with enforced 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.

Forced feminization" perhaps gets used far too often, as well as incorrectly. I am guilty of this. It isShe 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. This happened twice more during the night and it was so disgusting and I could not sleep. They told me that a girl always has trouble sleeping with her period, so why shouldn’t I.

Mistress Katzenburg – I instructed her to take pictures for your personal inspection. I have seen her taking pictures, but I don’t think she has uploaded any for her Mistress’s Inspection. I will remind her. My name is Tom and I'm 16. I have an interesting story about how I was crossdressed and bound. The friend's name is Karen and she's 15, 5'6, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cheerleader. She's pretty attractive, but we're mostly friends so I try not to look at her that way. I'm around 5'10 with brown hair and eyes. Oh!” She exclaimed, opening her eye’s as wide as they would go. “Your even harder then you were! Hearing what I have planned excited you!” She laughed for a moment. “Then I shouldn’t have any trouble at all turning you into my little sissy slave-girl should I?” She teased.I cannot stop thinkining about this. I so want to wear a skirt, smile at my man, and grow to become his woman! Really! I want to make him happy, satisfied, complete, and feel lim near me, kissing me, being his woman! Oh, please, let me! I need to be his girl so much! But time and again, I would really feel bad about my crossdressing and then throw out all the clothes and feminine stuffs that I had brought and try to live a normal life. I crossdressed on and off for quite some time and after college, when I started working, I completely stopped to crossdress. This is where control, my greatest turn-on, takes over. The act of being dress and transformed is at I was actually a little frightenend as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up. I tried to calm myself down and then went to open the door. I was still nervous if she would suspect something but with a smile I opened the door and welcomed her. She looked exhausted from her trip and said she wanted to take a shower to freshen up.