Happy Fathers Day Bitches!

Hope you all had a great Father's Day my little sluts, I hope you all liked this illustration I did as I pay homage to a story I have always liked. It had a shocking intro as well as a surprise ending.  

*Based on Willow Cage's Like Father, Like Son

Imagine coming home one day early from your All Boys School and finding your father dressed as a slut taking it from behind by another larger man. That is what happened for Reese at the start of the short story Like Father, Like Son. 

Willow Cage's Like Father, Like Son

My name is Reese Witherspoon and this is my story. It was a pleasant

evening in late spring when I pulled my car into the driveway of my

parents' home having just returned from school. The day before I had

finished my last class at the all-boys academy in a neighboring state, I

had driven all day to get home and was exhausted. The graduation ceremony

was in a week and I was grateful to have time to spend at home resting

and recovering from the brutal finals I had just completed. College would

be coming soon enough, and I was anxious to spend time just hanging out

at home.

I put the car in park and stepped out, breathing in the fragrant air of

the countryside. I smiled to myself; the gardener had outdone himself

this time. The front gardens of the house were as beautiful as ever. In

fact, the house was named, "The Gardens," by my grandparents in homage to

the beauty which surrounded it.  The regal eight bedroom house stood at

the top of a hill surrounded by manicured grass, sculpted trees,

beautiful shrubs, flowers and landscaping. There was even a small

waterfall in the back which led to a private lake.

I should say that my father, Jaye Witherspoon, was a very successful

banker and recently sold his share of his company stock retiring at a

young 43 years old. My mother, Diane Witherspoon-Kennedy, is a

neurologist whose services are in demand all over the world. She travels

constantly and because of this I was not surprised that her Mercedes was

missing from it's spot in front of the house. My father's BMW was there

of course; apparently he was already enjoying retirement. However, I was

surprised to see an unfamiliar SUV parked next to my father's car. I

shrugged it off and retrieved my bag from the back of my car and walked

towards the front door.

I punched in the code to the electronic lock of the door and stepped

inside. The house was just as I remembered; perfectly clean, perfectly

decorated and tastefully furnished. It was nice to know that some things

never change. I set my bag by the door and paused to check my reflection

in the mirror on the wall. My sandy blond hair was getting long, covering

my ears and getting into my eyes. I'm sure when my mother saw that she

would make me get a haircut. My fitted, pale blue V-neck t-shirt was

remarkably not wrinkled given the hours long drive I had just taken. My

skinny fit "manpri" jeans complimented the shirt as did the blue slip on

shoes I was wearing.  Some would call my sense of fashion feminine, but I

knew what I liked and felt I looked good in it.

I decided to head to my room and clean up a little. I walked up the

stairs and walked halfway down the long hallway. As I approached my door

I saw further down the hall that the door to my parent's room was

partially open. My father must be napping or something I figured as I

stepped into my room. When I did, I gasped in surprise. The room was an

explosion of pink. The walls were pink. The four poster, white bed was

adorned with pink pillows, a pink and white comforter with little hearts

all over it and gossamer pink ruffles draped over the sides. There was a

vanity in the corner covered with cosmetics, hair products and perfume.

Even the carpet was pink for god's sake! I backed out of the room

staring. I wondered if my parents had rented my room to someone and

that's when I heard a girlish moan from down the hallway.

Completely confused, I inched down the hall wondering what the hell was

going on. As I neared my parent's bedroom I heard it again, a soft moan.

This time it was followed by a masculine grunt. Summoning my courage, I

peeked through the partially open door and nearly fell over from what I

saw. On all fours, on my parent's bed was my father. But not how I

remembered him. He was dressed in a tight black latex mini-dress which

was pushed up around his hips. But instead of displaying cleavage as it

would on a woman, the latex was tight against his flat chest. Black

seamed stockings adorned his hairless legs. On his feet were black six

inch platform heels. Because he was facing me I could see that his smooth

face had been painted to perfection. Smoky eyes, long false eyelashes and

red glossed lips that were parted in ecstasy. Long red nails were on his

fingers along with several gaudy rings. Behind him, a large muscular

black man was shoving his hard cock into my father's ass.

I stood there frozen in shock. As I stared, unable to move I felt my

tight jeans tightening further at the groin. My own cock was actually

hardening from watching this. Now, I had admittedly never had a

girlfriend and I had gone to an all-boys school, but I had always been so

focused on my studies to be interested in romance. I had always

considered myself to be straight. However, standing here watching my

father, dressed like a whore, being fucked by a big black man turned me

on. That thought scared me.

I must have made a noise or something because my father's eyes opened and

he looked right at me. He smiled and actually winked. My hand shot up to

my mouth to stifle a gasp and I turned and ran downstairs. I retreated to

the kitchen and paced back and forth for what seemed like an hour, trying

to come to terms with what I just saw and how it made me feel. Then I

heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, the front door opened and

shut and I heard a vehicle start up out front. I looked out the kitchen

window to see the unfamiliar SUV driving away down the driveway.

When I turned away from the window, my father was there, standing in the

door to the kitchen dressed as he was before. His dress was pulled back

down and a clear bulge was visible at the groin. In his heels he stood

just over six feet tall while I barely topped five feet. He smiled at me,

"Welcome home Reese!" he said with his hands on his hips.

"Dad, what the hell is going on? Who was that guy? Why are you dressed

like that?" I said stammering. We both noticed that I had an erection in

my jeans.

"Now sweetie, I know this is a shock. I will answer all your questions,

but I want you to know that I am happier than I have ever been and I want

to share that with you," he said in a sweet feminine voice, both

unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.

"Share it with me?" I repeated. "What do you mean?" I asked, leaning

against the kitchen island.

He minced towards me, his heels clicking on the tile floor as he moved.

He leaned against the island next to me and put his delicate looking hand

on my arm. It made my skin tingle. "Reese, I have been fighting with the

reality of what I am for a long time. When I retired, I felt that it was

the perfect time to become what I have always known I was. A sissy

faggot," he said matter-of-factly.

"A what!?" I asked in surprise, my head spinning.

"A sissy faggot Reese," he repeated, pausing for a moment. "And I want

you to be too," he stated, his hand gently rubbing my forearm. Before I

could protest he continued. "Look son, the man you saw me with was

Marcus, a friend of mine. I have many friends like him now. You'll meet

some of them I'm sure," His hand moved to my chest. "I saw your reaction

to what we were doing upstairs, it aroused you. I know it did. You're

still aroused," he said as his hand moved down my torso to my bulging

crotch. His hand rubbed softly, "Tell me I'm incorrect," he challenged.

I stood there for a long moment, looking into his perfectly made up eyes.

My breathing quickened as he rubbed my cock through my jeans. "I...I was,

but this is wrong..." I said softly. "...isn't it?" I asked, completely

confused by my reaction.

His manicured fingers slowly began to lower my zipper, "Not at all Reese,

let me help you to realize that you are just like me at heart," he said

as he pulled my pants and boxer briefs down a fraction, my hard 6 inch

cock popping out. His hand wrapped around the shaft and started stroking.

"Men like us are meant to be this way," he said as he turned to face me,

slowly slipping to his knees.

I stared down at him and whimpered, "Dad..."

"Call me Daddy..." he suggested as he took the head of my cock between his

red painted lips.

I gasped, reaching back to clutch the edge of the counter. No one besides

me had ever touched my penis and when he took it into his mouth, it sent

jolts of pleasure through my entire body. As his lips slid slowly down my

shaft, he made it about halfway to the base when I trembled, arched my

back, shouted, "Daddy!" and came harder than I ever had before. My cum

spurted into his mouth forcefully. He coughed and gagged for a moment,

obviously surprised by how quickly I had cum. But he recovered and

swallowed my load expertly.  I groaned as the orgasm faded, looking down

at my father as he let my cock slip from his lips. He kissed the tip and

smiled up at me.

"See what I mean?" he giggled and stood slowly, helping me tuck my

softening cock away as he rose.

"I...I couldn't help it Dad...Daddy," I said with a soft whimper, my whole

body still tingling from the intensity of the orgasm, premature as it

was. I surprised myself by actually enjoying the afterglow.

"It's perfectly ok Reese, though we need to work on your stamina," he

giggled again and winked at me. He took my hand in his and led me out of

the kitchen. "Now, let's get you all pretty," he whispered to me.

I found myself actually nodding and following along. I watched him as he

led me back upstairs, his ass swaying as he walked. He led me back to the

pink room and turned to face me. "Do you like what I did to your room?"

He asked smiling.

Surprising myself, I nodded. "It's very girly Daddy," I said, wondering

how he had done all of this without mom knowing. Holy crap! Mom! It was

the first time that I thought about her since I got home. "Daddy, what

about mom? Does she know about...all of this?" I asked a tremble to my

voice.

"Yes Reese, she knows. But it's ok. I caught her cheating on me some time

ago with Marcus." He actually smiled. "After getting to know him better,

he agreed to help me keep her in line. She can't do anything about it or

I'll take her for everything in a divorce." He giggled again. I was

actually becoming fond of his giggle. "I thought that it would be fun to

introduce her new sissy son to her when she gets back from her trip in a

few days."

"Oh god Daddy, I don't know if I can do that. It's so scary," I said

softly.

"Don't you worry about a thing sweetie. You'll be fantastic," he assured

me. "Your mom and I had speculated that you were gay since you hit

puberty. I mean, you're eighteen years old. You've never had a

girlfriend. Your manner of dress is awfully... androgynous and, well, you

just let your father give you your first blowjob." He smiled sweetly.

"I'm sure that once you get started down this path you'll embrace it just

as I have. Now, get undressed and take a bath. You're almost hairless as

it is, but shave off everything below your eyebrows and I'll find you

something to wear."

"Ok Daddy," I said nodding, walking into the attached bathroom. As I

filled the tub, I added a sweet smelling bubble bath and when it was

full, stripped and slipped into the hot, scented water. I felt my

concerns and doubts washing away as I bathed, while still confused, I

couldn't help but admit to myself that I was looking forward to what was

to come.

After nearly an hour, I finally stood and got out of the tub. I toweled

off with a fluffy towel, pink of course and slipped into a pink silk robe

that was hanging on the back of the door. The material felt so sensual

against my hairless skin. I stepped back into the room to see Daddy

sitting at the vanity, his long, nylon covered legs crossed. "My! You

took a while in there sweetie! Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes Daddy, thank you," I said with a half-smile.

He stood and patted the chair. "Ok darling, first your hair and makeup,

then I'll give you a mani-pedi," he said with a giggle. I nodded and sat

down, crossing my legs just as he had. Over the next two hours he worked

on me. My hair was styled into a cute pageboy. He applied makeup to my

face in a much younger palate than his own sultry makeup. My eyes became

pink with glittery false eyelashes. My lips were heavily glossed in a

matching pink as well. The foundation and blush were subtle, but

striking. Next he worked on my feet, buffing and painting until ten shiny

pink nails glittered in the light. Finally, he worked on my fingernails.

Inch long acrylic nails were glued on, then painted to match my toes.

Almost like the final bow on a wrapped present, he put a necklace around

my neck. The pendant was gold and encrusted with diamonds that spelled

out, "Daddy's Boy."

He turned me towards the mirror and smiled. "What do you think sweetie?"

he asked.

 

I looked at my reflection and gasped. My face looked like a girl! Not

only a girl, but young teenage girl. I stared at myself for a full minute

before I looked back up at my Daddy. "I can't believe it. I look

amazing!" I said smiling, my voice cracking a little.

"Of course you do Reese. Now you look like you were always meant to.

Well, almost," he said waving to the clothes he had laid out on the bed.

I stood on wobbly legs and moved to the clothes. Laid out on the covers

was a light pink latex mini-dress, just like Daddy's, white stockings

with little pink bows on the elastic and a pair of five inch platform

heels with "Mary Jane" straps and bows above the peep toes. I held up the

dress. "No underwear?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He shook his head. "No son, trust me, it just gets in the way." He

giggled as he moved to my side and helped me slip the dress on. It clung

to me like a second skin and the chest was flat, as if made for a boy. He

then sat me on the bed and rolled the stockings up my legs and strapped

the shoes on. Finally he handed me a diamond tennis bracelet for my right

wrist and a rainbow bracelet for my left. As I stood, there was a

noticeable bulge in the dress.

I moved to the floor length mirror in the corner and posed, admiring the

look on me. "Oh Daddy, I was so confused and scared earlier, but this

just feels right," I said smiling. When he didn't reply, I turned to see

my Daddy sitting on the bed, his dressed hiked up, his legs spread and

his hard seven inch cock pointing at me as he stroked it.

"It is right darling. Now be a good boy and take your place between my

legs. Thank your Daddy properly," he said, his voice almost commanding.

I swallowed hard and walked over to him. As I knelt between his legs, I

ran my hands up his thighs. I gripped his cock gently with one hand and

leaned forward. As my lips touched the head of his cock, all seemed to be

right with the world. As the warm smooth cock slipped into my mouth I

wondered what would come in the days ahead.

I moaned.

To be continued?

(*This story is lifted exactly from its original version. We are committed to preserving the author's original version.) 

Story Pick of the Week: A Supplicant Sissy Bride

New writer Fozzie shared their story A Supplicant Sissy Bride on Fictionmania. A story that takes place sometime in a possible future where essentially legislation is passed that allows anyone to marry anyone or anything regardless of gender, sexual orientation, or kink. During this time sissy brides emerge and are now accepted. This was permitted as long as both parties are willing with parental/guardian permission. No one would ever take advantage of this would they? Not companies or private individuals? 

Enter Nicholas Garbutt a 17 year old boy living on a farm with his family owned by the Mortimer Family. Nicholas who isn't gay, but enjoys the feminine activities his sister Claire does. One day, the Garbutt's face the possibility of losing their farm to the Mortimer, however the Mortimer's patriarch offers Derek Garbutt an offer: wed one his children to his son Charles and the farm is passed on to him since the families are now united. However Charles Mortimer has a certain interest for feminine boys......  

Sample: 

Derek nodded in eager anticipation, they had been right all this time Charles did have an eye for Claire, now he wished to marry her. 

It wouldn't be straight forward Claire would be studying 2 more years to finish her degree, then again they could date, use the time to develop more of a relationship. Yes he was sure she would see the attraction of marrying the most handsome eligible bachelor in the area, and in the process secure her entire families future.

"Yes, we'd need to discuss everything with Claire, she would need to agree to it, and finish her degree, and.."
"

No." Edward Mortimer barked, holding up his right hand as if in signal to stop. "Not Claire, if you want to keep your good name and this farm, it shall be Nicholas who will be wed, not Claire."

"But.. what... Nicholas?" Derek stuttered.

"Yes Derek, that's right, I told you Charles has specific requirements, and Nicholas fits the bill, everyone sees the lad is effeminate, he has no future in farming, but make the right decisions from here and you will secure your families future forever."

"I don't see how...Nicholas and Charles....married?"

Charles Mortimer stepped forward filling the void.

"You will recall the Supplicant Act Mr Garbutt?"

The author does a wonderful job writing dialogue that is realistic according to each character and the way they set up the feminization pieces demonstrates a strong understanding with the genre. I have to admit that the way Nicholas/Nicole is remade into a lovely young girl and has to experience an exam that leaves "her" feeling emasculated, "owned" and symbolically "de-maled" had me having a sissygasm.  

I can't recommend A Supplicant Sissy Bride enough over at our friends in Fictionmania.

Link: 

A Supplicant Sissy Bride

Story of the Week : Throne's Wedding Belles

Its a always a joy to know that FFIA (Forced Feminization Illustration Art) Blog is enjoyed by readers, but I get particularly excited and flattered when it inspires! Throne recently released "Wedding Belles," based on this recent image on my blog! 

A story about a soon to be married couple Martin and Krystal. Due to unexpected events, Krystal needs Martin to model a bridesmaid dress to get the fitting right.... what started out as an innocent request becomes into something more as one thing leads to another and he is soon having makeup and sexy wig on him that brings out the cute girl in him. 

Revelations begin to emerge that lead unconfident and awkward Martin with the help of the girls to experience girlhood as "Martina" from the wedding to beyond that will fulfill him as a woman. 

Sample:

I was sitting at the end of the long table, at the head of which resided the bride and groom.  Several of the girls were asked to dance by various guys, and happily accepted.  To my utter astonishment, a cute boy approached me and held out his hand.  I was too shocked to refuse. After all, I was passing for female and didn't want to be exposed in front of everyone.  There were attendees who knew the male version of me that was now hidden from them.  

A very hot story, the wedding and the emasculation of Martin was lovely. I will be visiting this story often. 

Link to Fictionamania:

"Wedding Belles." 

(be sure to leave her a review!)   

"Catnip" in his new role illustration

 Just a reminder to read Throne's House Arrest on this blog.

Tommy (Catnip) about to have a new experience!

Story Pick of the Week (Nov.15,2021)

 This week's Story Pick of the Week comes from Fibaro, she wrote the sexy dollification story, "The Doll Maker." In the Fictionmania story we follow the early hard and sadly traumatic life of Carl. He finds excitement and escape through dressing in feminine clothing. Growing up he transitions into Charlene after better understanding who he she really is. 

After graduating from Medical School and working as a surgeon, Charlene's life is rocked when a tragedy occurs to an old friend. Seeking revenge on the men responsible, Charlene uses a mix of her medical background and her feminine assets (dressed as the sexy Jessica Rabbit) to exact revenge! 

Sample:

“The dildo in your mouth will feed you three times a day with a semi liquid diet catered to have all the nutrients I want you to have. At first you will get testosterone blockers together with estrogen to make your skin and features softer and make you overall girlier and more pleasing to the eye. The nutrients will be a harsh diet, just enough to keep you alive while forcing your body to burn muscle mass for energy. Together with your lack of movement it will make all that ugly muscle melt away. After wards, once the results are satisfactory the nutrients will go up to make you gain some fat in the relocated areas giving you nice weak but curvy frame,” Charlene explained.

Charlene dresses as Jessica Rabbit to get 
close to those she seeks revenge on!

Charlene's revenge is humiliating as the helpless Billy (abuser) is made over into a sexy girly and placed into a large pink box with a glass window view simulating a doll box! But that's not all! To keep the girly Billy in the box subdued he is hooked up to contraptions that will stimulate (rather roughly) his intimate parts as well as orally feed him.....seme....see for your self and read the story! because Fibaro wrote a nice sexy forced femininzation doll story! Because it is a satisfying revenge story! 

Link:

"The Doll Maker."

Fibaro's Patreon Page

Prolific Fictionmania TG author, Sandy Brown has passed away

 I'm sorry to inform those readers who have enjoyed the work of Fictionmania's Sandy Brown, that she reportedly passed away in early July. God bless your soul Sandy for bringing us fans and readers so much joy, may your soul rest in peace. 

Link:

RIP Sandy Brown

Stories:

Sandy Brown's Stories

Story Pick of the Week: Shawna Summers' "Working for Halloween"

I know we are no where near Halloween, but I could not resist! Shawna Summers wrote a fine simple sexy short story to make you want to dress up as a pirate this year! I originally found Working for Halloween  on Nifty, but it is readily available on Fictionmania with part two and three. I want to focus more on part one. 

Young college student, Tom applies for a job at the local costume shop in his town. The job is simple enough, hold up a sign and try to bring in some customers outside the shop while in costume, but unfortunately as luck would have it due to previous schedule mistakes from the former manager of the store, and a strict costume schedule that there has to be a sexy pirate girl out the shop holding a "Sale" sign that day, making matters worse...the corporate supervisors are on their way to evaluate the new store manager Brad.  Now Brad has to produce a sexy pirate girl! Tom is young and slender with a normal stature, could he be convinced to dress up as a sexy pirate girl? 

Sample:

I quickly slid the ruffled panties up and tucked my clitty away, to keep
me from making an un-ladylike bulge! Then I wrapped the corset around
and tightened it as best I could. It would do for now, I rolled up the
stockings and pulled them up, delighting as always in the sensual
feeling. I hooked the tops of the stockings to the garters off the
corset. I then held up the PVC skirt, it was short, but flared, so it
would probably show off my stocking tops. I guess that was partly the
point though! The top was designed to show lots of cleavage with little
of the shoulder sleeves. I stepped into the skirt and had just pulled
the top on when I heard a knock. I was a little nervous, but said,
"Yes?"

"You decent?" Anna asked.

It hadn't occurred to me she was going to see me dressed. What the hell
am I worries about. I'm about to go stand on a major street and wave at
passing cars!

Summers knows how to cook up a good story! A quick read snack that is tasty and its flavor will stay 

with you!

Links:

Shawna Summers Author Page

Working for Halloween 

Pick of Week: Fair Lady

 

This Story Pick of the Week comes from Lisa Lovelace on the Fictionamania website, her story is Fair Lady. It is a story about a young male teen kicked out of his blue collar New Jersey home after being discovered trying on some girl's clothes by his father. He wanders New York City for a few days with no where to go really until he encounters two eccentric upper class gentlemen. Out of their kindness they take the young man into their home in Manhattan and help the newly named, "Liza" become a proper young lady of upper New York City class.

Sample:

Wow," I said. "I think I'm about to die of an overdose of cute. Isn't it kinda over the top in terms of girliness?"

"No," he said. "Our boys will love it. I don't think they've ever worn a stitch of female clothing themselves, but they seem to get off on making me look as feminine as possible. So do I, fortunately."

"You're very pretty," I said.

"Looks like I have competition in that department," he said.

I unzipped the dress, wriggled into it and threaded my arms into the little lace-trimmed sleeves. Pierce zipped me up and fussed with it until he was satisfied. He parted my hair in the middle and pulled it back with some little pearl clips. In the mirror, I looked like a rich girl from the Hamptons on her way to a sweet sixteen party. I'd never felt so young, so fresh, so feminine.

The story is very PG, but it does have a spicy bits sprinkled in it, but it its still a heartwarming tale that has a feel good message. 

Link:

Fair Lady

Story Pick of the Week: Becoming a Gill

Becoming a Gill is a sweet, but intriguing short story from Fictionmania author Maryanne Peters. The mother of the Gill family is still trying to cope with the death of her young daughter which leave a void in the family and their lives. One day she encounters a young runaway boy outside her home. He is polite, but hungry and very much filled with a mysterious past, she "adopts" the young boy and tries to honor his request to keep his identity and location a secret she does, but under the condition that she can hide his identity by dressing him up as a girl! 

Sample:

"I want to accept you as Paris," he began. "A Guest in our house. No, not just a guest, family. But I have read about the person that you were before you came here. And I am worried. I could not allow that person to stay here, with us."

He was watching Paris's face. The color drained out of it. The hard part was done.

"As a girl, you present no threat," he continued. "So, it is a girl you must become."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked softly, with a hint of fear in her voice. "What do I need to do, to be able to stay?"

The family accepts the young boy as girl, but with time he begins to accept more of his newfound gender identity...thus is he Becoming a Gill ?

Link:

The story is from Maryanne Peters and found on Fictionmania!

Becoming a Gill 

Happy Father's Day (Based on Willow Cage's "Like Like Father Like Son")

Happy Father's Day! Based on Willow Cage's "Like Father Like Son" story on Fictionmania. Its a story based on about a young man coming home and finding his dad in a compromising position. 

Link:

"Like Father Like Son" 

Pick of the Week: The Reluctant Wench (9/11/19)

The Reluctant Wench - Part 1 by Hvk6589 is refreshing take on the forced feminization theme. the author writes a story about a young college man that gets unwillingly tangled in corporate espionage due to being blackmailed into being a woman (wearing a skintight female form suit) and stealing and manipulating men at the behest of his blackmailer.

Sample:

"God dammit!" he said with a heavy sigh. Throwing the face mask on the floor, he looked at all the parts of Brittany Cash scattered on the floor. Just some time ago Brittany was a beautiful and a sexy blonde. And now she was nothing more than a husk, reducing her to a crumpled skinsuit and a mask.

He couldn't believe the horrible situation he was trapped in. A month ago his neighbor Mr. John Everett blackmailed into doing his bidding. Despite his denial that he didn't steal the diamond necklace, John threatened him call the cops on him if he didn't do what he asked. He should never have accepted the stupid dare of breaking into his neighbor's house. Josh never expected in his dreams what John wanted him to do. He explained to him that since his company was in loss, Josh had to steal some business secret from one of his rivals. And that too disguised as a woman. 

The story has great pacing and well written characters. It is well contained and also a lot sexy moments that never feel over the top. The high tension of suspense is also a plus.

As of this blog post, there are five chapters on Fictionmania.

Let us know what you think on the comments section.

Link:
The Reluctant Wench - Part 1 

Pick of the Week: Feminizing First Step (Sept. 4 2019)

Author Antares34's  Feminizing First Step  provides a super smooth tricked into wearing women's undergarments story.

The story is about a mother and son (Kendall) on a trip to the mall to buy the son a new swim suit, things get a little embarrassing when they have to check out the girl's bikinis because he is just too petite!


Sample:

She brought me to the store today specifically to buy a new swimsuit. Her house has a large swimming pool, and she hosts her girlfriends there all the time. Last summer she paid me to be her "pool boy" during these parties and service her guests. She also required me to wear a uniform. A
speedo. I complained at first but she was insistent. I ended up wearing it all summer.

After walking around a bit, we finally managed to find the men's swimwear section. It was a small section. I had a feeling that this department
store mainly catered to a female clientele.

Stories like this have been done before, but its a quick read, without loosing the gradual process of the humiliating realization!

Part 1 through 3 is now up on Fictionmania:

Link:
Feminizing First Step

Pick of the Week: Fetish Factory

Hello kink readers, I'm back with your Pick of the Week  Fetish Factory by author Shawna Summers (at Fictionmania.com) is a delightful and slightly suspenseful read about a young reporter being assigned to investigate a mysterious factory.

The young reporter stumbles on a Sex Doll factory which you can guess what happens next. It has a surprise conclusion and a great transformation for the guy.

Sample:

I was worried the machine would tighten the corset too much and actually hurt me, but once it was down several inches, it stopped. I assumed it
tied the strings off. Once the rubber cock was buried with what had to be at least 8 or 9 inches in my ass, the panties were pulled all the way up. I could feel them trapping my limp cock in the front, while my ass tried to repel the invader back there. 
Very sexy!


The link below:

Fetish Factory
by: Shawna Summers  

Pick of the Week: A Pretty Sissy Bridesmaid

This week, I am recommending A Sissy Pretty Bridesmaid as the Pick of the Week!

The genre piece of a boy being blackmailed or convinced into being a bridesmaid, but Caitlin R Jones crafts a cute and erotic tale of a heterosexual boy named Danny into being made to be a bridesmaid for his sister's weeding. Things get elevated when Yasmin a girl that Danny fancies gets involved in trying to elongate his week in skirts and panties. Read through to the end, you will enjoy the sweet humiliating "climax" Danny has to experience!

Sample:

I didn't know what to say. All I could think of was pictures of me all over Facebook. I had no choice. 

"Mom. I don't know how to say this, but, I...I...I sort of...liked it."
I couldn't believe the words had just come out of my mouth. And all to
keep Yasmin from carrying out her threat. 

Mom looked stunned. "You mean...you mean you LIKED wearing the dress? I
don't believe you. I forced you to do it. You're a proper boy, not a
girl. Not a ...a ...sissy."

"Mom, I liked it."

"I still don't believe you. I need to hear you say it." Mom looked half
upset, half intrigued.

"But Mom! I just told you!"

"No Danny. I need to hear you say it. Say it all. Say...say...'I liked
wearing the pretty dress."

"Moooooommmm. This is hard enough already. Do I have to?"

"Say it!" Mom snapped.

"I liked wearing the pretty dress." I can't believe I just told her
that. 

Mom continued. "I liked looking like a girl."

"I...I...liked looking like a girl."

She didn't stop there. "And I want to be your girl again."

"I...want...to...to be your girl again."

Link:

A Sissy Pretty Bridesmaid

Pick of the Week: Chairs 4 Sale

This week's Pick of the Week story comes from Jinhill2000, "Chairs 4 Sale"

I have mixed emotions when it comes to stories of a male protagonist with an established feminine person, just because the area of development is taken away for the character. I recently found this unique story on Fictionmania of a crossdresser who decides to sell "her" chairs on Craigslist.

It starts off innocently enough when the male buyer arrives, but soon things lead one thing to another, soon our "lady" character is being  given some "extra" attention! 

What sets this story apart and unique is that it is written in a second person narrative! 

Example:

 You step back and look me up and down and have me turn around - then say

"OK but you have to do more"  You put my beach blanket of the hood of my

car and tell me bend over face down -- then you take my jeans off and

compliment how my pretty pink thong makes my ass look.. In my mind I'm

thinking about asking for more money, but its too late as you grab my

suntan and baby oil off the shelf. My thong moves aside as you squirt oil

inside me and I feel a finger then two start to push into me. I soon start

moaning and my knees are shaking.

Now that is a novelty! Plus the author uses little to no vulgar language in her story! Added points!

Link:

Chairs 4 Sale 

Pick of the Week: A Bet is a Bet

Throne is an author I have followed for a little while on Fictionmania. I have covered his work before on this blog, but last week he shared his best story to date!

A Bet is a Bet, is a story about a sucessfull young man  named Barry with his friend Darren who knows about his fanboy obsession for a famous action star. When Darren shows up with his idol's jacket from a favorite film, Darren proposes a bet, spend an evening at Darren's favorite cross dressing club and get a feminization makeover, then Barry can have the actor's jacket.

Barry agrees and enters into a club and then is transformed into "Berry," but soon things spiral out of his control as he falls into the hands of an unknowns crossdressers, shemales and kinksters!

The buildup to the end is erotic with lead up with spanking involved towards a creative use with a clear glass box. The dialogue is well written and is palpable.

Well done Throne!

Link:
A Bet is a Bet

Like Father Like Son illustration

A simple quick fan art illustration I did for a I short story I read a while ago called "Like Father Like Son," by Willow Cage on Fictionmania.

"It is right darling. Now be a good boy and take your place between my
legs. Thank your Daddy properly," he said, his voice almost commanding.

I swallowed hard and walked over to him. As I knelt between his legs, I
ran my hands up his thighs. I gripped his cock gently with one hand and
leaned forward. As my lips touched the head of his cock, all seemed to be
right with the world. As the warm smooth cock slipped into my mouth I
wondered what would come in the days ahead.

Link:

Like Father Like Son

Baron and Martin on the Third Night of Consumation

Illustration for Marriage of Marin Hastings Saga. The Baron having sex with Martin on their third night together. 

Quote of the Week Feb 6 2017

Pick of the Week: Fraternity Pledge Panty Raiders

Check this story out on Fictionmania from Joanie:

Fraternity Pledge Panty Raiders

A short story about a group of frat boys breaking into a sorority house. 

Great start!