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Feminization fantasy - 2
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My true nature
A neighbor who lives a few floors below my apartment knew I've got some experience with computers, so he asked me if I could try and fix his. It was quite simple and I had it working in a few minutes.
In his enthusiasm, he squeezed my thigh for a few seconds. I didn't react or comment so, a little later, he did it again, now quite longer, while showing me a site with lots of BDSM and feminisation pictures. Again I didn't react, so he began to openly caress it. He obviously noticed what the pictures did to me, the bulge in my pants, and realized he had me.
Normally, I'd have told him I wasn't into guys and that would be the end of it, but those pictures had affected my judgment and made me vulnerable to his touch. One of my fantasies was coming true.
No more pretense. He held my wrists behind my back and, as he caressed my chest and pinched my nipples, said he had watched me along the months till he felt confident there was a female inside my apparently male looks. A submissive one, one he coveted, so he set his trap and simulated a problem in his computer.
I stuttered "I think I don't ..." in protest, but he covered my mouth and said I wasn't supposed to think anymore. He'd do all the thinking. I just had to obey him. And only speak when asked a question. At that point, I could still have run away, but my mind was too dizzy with arousal.
A few minutes later, shivering and weak at the knees, I found myself sitting naked on his lap while his hands slowly roamed my whole body. It was too late. My mind still had doubts, but my body had already surrendered, so I heard myself obeying when he told me to say, loud and clear, "I'm a girl and my name is Angelica". Again and again he made me repeat the words till he was satisfied. Part of my liberation process, he explained. I had thought myself a male all of my life and the drill was required to bring out the repressed female, the real me.
Eventually, after much caressing and pinching, I was told to go home and wait for the next step. Whenever he had the time, he'd summon me and I was expected to obey unthinkingly. He also gave me panties, bra and high heels to wear while at home so as to speed my conversion. Somehow I made it back to my place and sat down to get my shit together, but my arousal wouldn't go away so I ended up undressing again and putting on the female items.
I spent the rest of the day wobbling around on the high heels and keeping away from the windows. When I woke up the next morning, my aching calves made me remember my new status - and gender - and brought me an instant boner. Knowing I could be summoned for more at any moment only made it harder.
I was concerned when it dawned on me that my duties as a female would certainly go beyond just being caressed. How much would it hurt when my virgin door was stretched for the first time? Remembering the bulge my bare ass felt growing while I sat on my owner's lap only made me yet more worried. Would I be required to mouth it?
Many months have gone by. Though he found my butt cheeks to his liking, he pointed me to a number of glute workout videos and the results are visible. They're bigger, rounder and firmer for him to caress and spank. My gag reflex is almost gone and my tight door relaxes much faster now. I'm kept shaved from the waist down. My thick bush is gone, my legs are hairless and smooth.
I learned to be a pet, walked around on a leash, sometimes having to keep on all four the whole day and just yap. Or wear a bridle with bit and prance like a pony. At times, just left bound on the sofa or bed to learn patience and get used to helplessness, occasional caresses granted when he pauses work on his computer.
When not in his service, I still live my normal life as before, but, more and more, I feel like a fake when I don my male clothes and answer to my male name.
Last night he made me try a wedding dress. Not really a dress: just a bridal veil, white heels, stockings, gloves, panties and nothing more. With a chastity cage to keep my hard-on well behaved inside the panties. He already introduced me to his limited circle of friends who share his secrets.
They're invited to the occasion with their submissive wives or husbands, transformed like me or not.
I'll soon be one of their number. Always naked except for high heels or, when we've got guests, dressed like a demure and obedient housewife. The man I was will be just a disguise I'll wear when I need to go out in the outside world.
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Posted on : Aug 11, 2022
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