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Tuesday Tuilp: Tulip learns to protect himself.

Tulip Fancy

Its the moment of truth for Tulip time (From the POV of Tulip's Wife)

It was something I'd been thinking about for a while. Having Tulip on his knees in front of me fitting a condom to my strap-on. I thought it was a gap in his feminine education that needed to be "plugged."

 Seeing him down there with his manicured nailed fingers sliding it down the shaft would be such a turn on. I had noticed a few weeks back that when entering him there wasn't the same level of resistance from his sphincter and I was not getting the same sharp intake of breath and muffled squeal I had when I first claimed him. I thought I could either get a bigger strap on which would keep happening, or give him a rest and let him tighten up again. I did know it was important to me that he felt stretched and couldn't help but vocalize it when I drove into him. I wanted him to feel helpless on the end of my shaft. It made me feel powerful and turbo charged my own orgasm. 

      Something I was very proud of was feeling him back into me and wiggle his little tush when we were spooning at night. I'm not sure if he knew he was doing it but it was definitely an invitation in my mind and a sign he expected me to invade his body and was looking forward to it. That and extinguishing his erection instinct are my biggest accomplishments with him. Kelly's work with his style and appearance have really turned him into a little doll. When I look at him sometimes and he unconsciously does something against all masculine instincts and I think back to what I started with I can't help but feel proud and not a little moisture in my pants.

  After cleaning up the kitchen and hanging up his pinny,  he came into the lounge room and ask me to unbutton the back of his blouse and loosen his stays. He returned from upstairs with his little caddie of nail care paraphernalia, in a nighty and robe. I knew they had bought him some strappy sandals for Sunday's BBQ. Watching him sitting on the floor concentrating on painting his toe nails like it was the most natural thing in the world was turning me on more and more. Before he could start the other foot, I said to come and sit with me for a while.

 He knew it was something serious by the tone of my voice. I said I wanted to talk about his safety. He was aware of the effect he has on men which causes him a great deal of embarrassment when I point it out. I said that now he was traveling and shopping alone that I wanted him to carry protection. Not all men are gentlemen as he knows. He might find himself alone with one of these men in a situation where he can't call for help or fight back. In that case the best option is to beg them to allow you to fit them with a condom to save you from an STD. All colour had now drained from his face and I thought he was going to be ill. I had hold of both of his hands and reassured him that we would practice so he would be ready if need be. I told him to go and get my Girl Maker and the condoms from the bathroom.  

    I was pleased the rest I had given him over the last two or three weeks, really did the trick. I could feel the resistance on the way in and he was in top voice until he came like a girl. The ribbing on the condom could have helped as well. I guided him through putting it on. The smell of his processed hair gently rising to my nostrils as he knelt in front of me was nearly enough to set me off. I cautioned against damaging the condom with his nails or worst still scratching a protentional violent man. I really enjoyed it and he bought into the whole story. I said we would practice every couple of weeks and he would have to work on his begging. He agreed that he should keep a couple of condoms in his makeup purse from now on. He would see them every time he pulled out his compact and know he was safer. 

He never did get to repaint his other foot's toe nails that night....

Kylie Gable captivates us with "The Burglars Brought Panties"

Kylie Gable

Kylie Gable......Yes! THE famous prolific feminization author of Boys of Alpha Theta Nu & Welcome to College. 

Kylie Gable has allowed me the pleasure of hosting one of her very sexy feminization stories The Burglars Brought Panties. A story about two sexy cat burglars whose latest target is a hot shot millionaire who is in for a night he will never forget when he gets tangled with a pair of femme fatales!   

Sample:

Before he even knew what was happening, I had his wrists very securely pinned behind his back and Maggie was binding them in place. Maggie was an extremely talented self-trained Shibari expert, but this was just a simple behind-the-back tie. Pulling his comforter off the bed, I could see that he was sleeping in bikini underwear. I ripped them off him. Men are always so vulnerable when they're naked. Maggie took another length of rope and tied his ankles just as tightly together as she had tied his wrists.

"Don't bother struggling," I warned him. "My partner knows how to tie a knot and, when she ties up a man, he stays tied."

"What's going on?" he asked confused. "You're those girls from the party tonight, aren't you?"

Damn! He was smarter than we thought, but I'd worry about that later. I flipped him over onto his back. It seems that Arthur P. Bridgewater had a very tiny cock for someone with such a long name so I made a note to get some pictures of it later.

"Well this is interesting, Artie," said Maggie. "We need to get the combination to that safe of yours.”

“You seemed to be very free with information at the party, so how about it?” I asked. “What's the combination?"

"Eat a bag of dicks, you filthy bitches," he spat.

What a nasty mouth he had. Maggie and I looked at each other, grinning under our masks. This was going to be fun. We left him to flop around on his bed for a few minutes while we set up what we wanted in his bathroom. It didn't take long.

If you have never read a Kylie Gable story, this is a wonderful story to get to wrapped up in her smart sassy style of feminization featuring bondage, femdom, and of course forced feminization, and we will find out just why The Burglars Brought Panties

Link:

The Burglars Brought Panties

Short Story: Tulip's Kitchen Dance

Written by Tulip Fancy

Our favorite feminized "Homemaker" is put in her rightful place... in the kitchen. 

"It is important that you aways wear heels in the Kitchen. It is by far the best way to gain confidence in them. Whatever you are doing concentrate on keeping your poise and elegance. Turning from sink to fridge. From fridge to range and back to sink. Opening high cupboards, opening low cupboards. There is no better training ground than the kitchen." 

These were the words that Kelly has drummed into me. Now with the added complication of my new corset these words came flooding back into my mind. The almost painful constriction of my waist. The new sensation of having stockings suspended from my corset. How was I going to get through the day. Just emptying the dishwasher. Even leaning forward only a little I could feel the tug of my back suspenders. It was such an alien feeling. I don't remember it being this hard when I was given my first heels. 'Ok,' I said to myself, 'Man up, you can do this.' 

I decided to put all the dishes on the counter top. That would involve just one set of movements, sorting them by cupboard as I unload. Then take each stack to each cupboard. Another set of movements. Economy of movement seemed to be the way to go. Always keeping Kelly's words in mind. This was going to be a long day.

I had tried on my new day corset for the first time the other night with Kelly. She had set the laces and then over an hour or so reduced it by another inch. She had also bought twelve pairs of stockings. A combination of day wear and evening wear. I had worn stockings before, but only in the bedroom for my wife. I had found it quite embarrassing. Feeling tacky like some Cheap Tart. My wife seamed to sense my discomfort and did not ask again. 

When I showed them to Kelly, she said, "No wonder they didn't put you in a romantic mood. They are cheap and it looks like Aunty bought them at an adult shop."

She really has no idea. My new ones felt deferent though. My discomfort was not the look and feel but rather the constriction. The garments looked and felt very classy. The stockings were very light and delicate to the touch. Not like the ones I had worn before or the tights I normally wear to work. After a bit of practice adjusting the tab lengths she was satisfied. After she loosened it just enough for me to undo the front eyelets, I took it off and put it in the draw next to my other two. I noticed my Valentine one had a different pair of stockings placed on top. I thought they must be 'special'. 

Kelly told me to wear it on Friday. I would have to ask my wife to tighten the laces. 

"Don't be surprised if you make her late for work," she said with a wink. 

My wife was still at the breakfast table reading the paper when I came down and bashfully asked her to tighten my laces. I had my back to her but could feel her eyes boring into the back of me as she stroked my bottom and the suspender running through me panties. After tying me off tight she lustfully savaged my neck from behind while holding my narrowed waist in her hands before raising them up to my cups and biting my ear lobe. 

"Mmmm....you are so perfect Tulip, my pretty little wife," she groaned into my ear. Her breathing was heavy, she wanted me that very moment.

I was perfect in her eyes, my wife had made me into her ideal version of a delicate domestic trophy wife, when in reality I was the one that had been "Domesticated"!

"Your waist is going to look so beautiful," she said, now that I had decided to start figure training while grinding into me. 

I thought, I was just practicing for Valentine's day. Regaining control of herself, she slapped hard my bum as she walked away to grab a couple of extra pads before going off to work. Thank goodness she had to leave to work. Leaving me a little breathless and unsteady. I could still feel the attention she had given my neck later in the day under its mask of concealer and powder. I would be getting my own back tonight. It is Friday and I get to satisfy my wife as a husband should....even if I was no longer the "man" in bedroom, being on my back in bed later that night with my wife thrusting into me in Amazon Position reminded me of that.

*********************************************************************************(Apologies to the author Tulip and readers, I wanted to publish this on Tuesday)

Tulip's Short Story: Friday Nights Tulip Gets His Head Down

By Tulip Fancy

Told from the POV of Tulip's wife. Tulip's emasculation continues as "she" becomes more of a trophy wife.

For the last few weeks, I had been concentrating on teaching Tulip to achieve sexual satisfaction in a feminine way and he does seem more relaxed now. The power rush I feel while doing this is incredible and I always reach satisfaction, sometimes multiple times.  That said I would also like to mix in our traditional way of doing things which has kept me satisfied since we met. Tulip has a wonderful tongue and having him between my thighs for an hour or more is Heaven on Earth. 

   Since he started at the diner, I have been getting him into the hair dresser about once a week and have been pushing for a regular slot which is like gold dust. Well, I got a call from the owner. Mrs Edwards who has had one of the 8:30 am Saturday mornings slots for fifteen years has just gone into an old age hospice. Did I want the slot for Tulip? Well of course! 

 

 This was good on so many levels. He would have a known routine. He would see the same other ladies every week and hopefully form a bit of a social circle.  I could pick him up after and we could go straight to Hockey. Turning up for Hockey with Tulip as "arm candy" would turn so many heads. There would be quite a few jealous girls. 

"I'd like you to meet my husband Tulip." 

That sentence never fails to send a tinge up my spine and moisture up my underwear. 

Having my husband on the side lines cheering me on will be magic. And the ultimate advantage, there will be no reason for him to put his hair up on Friday nights. Rollers on the inside of your thighs does not work. You just cannot get comfortable. Having Tulips head back where it belongs will bring my week to a close beautifully.

I dropped by Doreen's today for coffee and to see the new baby. A real cutie. She thanked us for the help with Derick and keeping her intimate relationship with him healthy. We reaffirmed our commitment to keep it between the four of us. No one in the neighborhood had to or needed to know. 

 I mentioned that I managed to get Tulip a regular slot. Well, she nearly choked from laughing. I asked what's so funny. She said three years ago he had a season ticket for United. Now he has a season ticket to the beauty salon. Instead of sitting on the terrasses watching football he'll be sitting under a dryer reading fashion magazines. 

"Yes, your right "I said. "Isn't it wonderful? I had to get rid of that football nonsense, too many bad influences. Tulip is going to be a field hockey fan now. Where I can see him."

    I think it may be time to get Tulip out of the diner. It is clear from the bad experiences he has related to me, dealing with men at the diner and his help with Derick. He seems to be starting to see men as the opposite sex. He had previously always tried to fit in with them or try and emulate them. Now he sees them in a different way. This is great. Although I always sympathize and comfort him for the treatment he receives. It is the reason I sent him there. Driving a big wedge between him and his birth sex is just what I was looking for. I wanted him to see he is not like them and never will be.

  I want to get him into something that requires him to be constantly well groomed. Some sort of Ladies retail maybe. He can keep his poor opinion of men without having to deal with them.

New office feminization erotica story from Priscilla! Corporate Makeover

Marcel has it all, he is married to dominant, but beautiful wife Sheree, in his professional life he is one of the top guys at Cartier's Fashion, the corporation he works for, making big sales deals with international partners as their Assistant Finance Advisor. However his professional world is about to get a Corporate Makeover! 

Sample:

She was tallish and leggy with pert, firm, pointed breasts. Depending on who one spoke to, she bore the label of “The Ice Queen,” “The Hatchet Lady,” or simply, “That Cold-Hearted Bitch.” 

    As gorgeous as she appeared in person, she was as equally condescending and smug to deal with. As she strolled thru the offices  on the day she arrived, surrounded by her all-female staffers, she “Held Court” as haughtily and gratuitously as humanly possible.

His company gets a shake-up when a rival fashion house takes over. Rula Habib Beauty and Fashion Inc.(sounds familiar?) begins a structural takeover, overseeing this is an equally dominant lady who will remake the company from head to toe and she has plans for the remaining males in the once Boys Club workplace culture. Marcel's need to keep his job and keep his beautiful wife pleased he goes along with his role that is a bit more submissive and emasculating to a man in his position until he notices his friend and former assistant becoming slowly feminized!

Sample:

    One thing I noted was that Devi no longer called me Mr. Montreux as if I were his boss. He spoke to me as a co-worker. The 2nd thing I noted was his Androgynous, if not effeminate attire. He wore a white “Blouse” with a bow at the neck, which women commonly referred to as a “Pussy” bow. His slacks were definitely flared “Capri” style and his footwear assuredly had smallish heels. 

    I wanted to say something, but held in my emotions and thanked  him for being so efficient. Then I went to Janelle’s office, which once had been my domicile. Janelle was in, she smiled and offered me a seat.

    “First, Marcel. I want to assure you that I had absolutely nothing to do with the positional upheaval that took place during the Makeover. Sorry. I meant to say, Takeover. A makeover is one of those things we ladies have done so that we look prettier and more presentable. You boys never undergo anything like that, do you now?” Janelle smiled coyly.

Will Marcel be able to keep his job, marriage, maintain his masculinity and self dignity. Can he avoid becoming "Marcella" the sweet submissive sissy office girl that the ladies are transforming him into? Or will the powerful new female executives have their way with him and his company? Can Marcel prevent the experience of the complete and total Corporate Makeover?

The Forced Feminization Illustration Art is proud to present an original and brand new feminization erotica story from the mistress of the genre. 

Link:

Priscilla Gay Bouffant's:

Corporate  Makeover

Priscilla Gay Bouffant's delicious "Saucy Sylvia" is now published to be enjoyed

We are so lucky to have the world famous Priscilla Gay Bouffant's work published here. She always puts so much delicious details that you can taste the cream of the crimson lipstick off her sissy characters. "Saucy Sylvia" is no different. 

A young man's girlfriend coerce him into a very feminine submissive role, after he fails to completely satisfy her more intimate needs.    

Sample:

“You have come very far Sylvia, and your new position at Bennington’s Department store proves that. Obviously, Judith Leonard, your new Superior, saw in you, someone who really wanted to be Fab and Femme. Carlos will be very proud of you. However, he’s told me he is a little bit annoyed that you have yet to wear any of the pretty blouses, slacks, shoes, skirts or dresses he’s purchased for you,” Kathryn frowned. 

    “Not to mention, the lingerie. And I think, you recall what he does to you, when he isn’t pleased with you?” Kathryn said.

    “Yes. I know, ma’am. He’ll eventually spank me,” I shuddered.

Once becoming a submissive sissy for her and her lovers "Sylvia" finds herself in a relationship with a wealthy influential Lipstick-Lesbian who leads her to a new world of possibilities and pleasures.... 

Sample:

The rubberized cock felt so good in my ass, especially when it contacted my prostate. I could feel my own cock swelling slightly as Judith pumped into me and I pumped back at her. As I’d already been told, I began to let out little, sissified barks just as any tiny, Toy-Poodle might do. The shame and indignity of me acting as if I were Judith’s Little-Bitch-Dog actually turned me on even more than usual. 

How will our heroine handle being sent out as a feminized sexy substitute lover for her ex? Can she trust her lesbian friend Judith? Why does this sissy need feminine pads? What does the history of the Sisterhood have to with this? What does a handsome international superstar athlete and a cosmetic company have to do with this? To find out, our girl has to be bold! she has to be forward, Sylvia must become,
Saucy Sylvia!

Link:

Saucy Sylvia

Happy New Year to all the readers and fans of the Feminization Illustration Art Blog

Merry Christmas......and a Happy Year! 

 

Part 2 of the Christmas photo

A "New" Sister? Cartoon

 Something I found online that the fans of this site might enjoy

Welcome Shawna Summers, a new lovely author on the blog!

Hello Everyone, 

I'm proud to welcome Shawna Summers to the Force Feminization Art Illustration blog!

Her writing specializes in a unique brand of feminization and subjugation: Dollification! She is a great author that you will enjoy reading. 

I included her story link to "Fetish Factory" about a journalist who gets investigates a mysterious factory. The result is something you will enjoy reading. 

The blog will begin to include her stories on here, I think you will enjoy her stories as much as I have. 

Kisses,

Annabelle B 

Link:

Fetish Factory

Priscilla's sexy "Prissy Sissy Curler Boy" will leave with your mouth wide open!

Our lovely Priscilla gifted this blog with a wonderful new story that will guarantee you feeling so wonderful with all the delicious feelings and sensations that only her vivid juicy laced story telling can bring you! Her story, Prissy Sissy Curler Boy is now available for your reading pleasure

Shelton's life as a hairdresser and marriage to his beautiful intelligent wife Caitlin is interrupted by the arrival of his wife's aunt Miranda who moves in with them prior to Miranda's business trip to London. Miranda an assertive. but nurturing woman begi
ns to introduce and transform Shelton into the more softer and feminine "Shelly"

Sample:

Being pleasing to my Caitlin is now your primary goal, Shelley. Oh my, Shelley, look. You’re getting an erection. Well, we can take care of that now, can’t we sweetie?” Aunt Miranda asked.

    “Oh please Aunt Miranda? This is so very embarrassing. Oh, that feels nice. Should we be doing this though?” I asked.

   “Oh, I don’t know? With Caitlin gone, I’d imagine that you might be considering, masturbating in bed, in the evenings, anyway, Shelley? Why not have it out in the open between the two of us? Besides. Once you get used to these massages I’ll be giving you, with this very special cream, you very likely won’t be getting these ugly, nasty, boyish erections any longer,” Miranda opined.

As always Priscilla delivers in the more sexually intimate moments as Miranda pushes...I mean guides Shelly into a more feminine path of a delicate domesticated lady, one that understand her new role as a maid to the house and perhaps even serve the ladies of the house in a more intimate way..? Little does "she" know that being emasculated is only the beginning! The unfolding events in this story will stay with you after it's over.

Find out if Shelly?...er...I mean Shelton can break away from Miranda's manipulative coercion into being a girl or will he become a Prissy Sissy Curler Boy!?

Priscilla latest story "Aunt Hilda's Girl" captures those memories of being caught dressing in your aunt's panties and being feminized as restitution!

Remember when you took a break from your first year in college while you were staying with your aunt in the same city to save money and be close to the university where you will get an education so you can go out into the world and be your own person? 

Remember while staying in her home you found her....lacy pretty soft ...panties and other intimate unmentionables....

You couldn't help yourself but sniff them..rub the soft fabric on your body and pleasured yourself to an orgasm with them.

They were good times, until your aunt showed you the footage of you doing that and wearing her sexy lingerie!! Maybe you should have left her private things alone? Well its too late for that now!

Feeling betrayed and humiliated that she has some kind of pervert living in the house where she took you in, she wants you out now and plans to expose you for the secret dirty sissy that you are to your parents (especially to your father) and the college admission office! 

Sample: 

    Giles was puzzled. As the DVD began to play, and Giles watched himself sashay into his Aunt Hilda’s boudoir, in full femme attire, vivid makeup and an updo hairstyle, he embarrassingly stood up to leave the room.

    “Sit your little pansy ass back down you sissy. Isn’t that what they call people like you honey? From my most recent research, the popular name for girls like you is Sissy. Isn’t it?” Hilda asked, putting her arm around her nephew’s shoulder and hugging him tightly against her bosom.

    By the time the DVD was only half way thru, Giles was sobbing and begging Hilda to turn it off.

    “No way, you little faggot. I’m not turning anything off. I watched every bit of this and then some. These are just the highlights. Oh look Giles, you’re sniffing my panties while you jack-off into another pair,” laughed Hilda. 

    “Did you enjoy the scent of Auntie’s pussy Giles? Would you like to sniff Auntie’s pussy in real time honey?” Hilda asked as Giles sniffled like a baby. 

Once the video was over, Giles had his head in his Aunt Hilda’s lap and was crying his eyes out. Hilda rubbed his back gently and whispered softly, “Don’t worry sweetie. You can make it all up to me but it will take a lot of effort and hard work on your part. Auntie Hilda will take care of this though, sweetie”Hilda promised.

    “But first you need to take off those slacks and underwear so that Aunt Hilda can use this hairbrush to beat your ass red-raw. So do that. Now Giles,” Hilda said.

    As Giles took off his slacks, he paused and asked, “My underwear also Aunt Hilda?” 

Priscilla captures that moment very well that many of us experienced, in her latest story Aunt Hilda's Girl, nephew Giles gets caught and realizes he is essentially fucked. But Aunt Hilda has a way for him to make it up to her as well as solve some of her professional matters at work that would lead to a better position and benefits from her openly gay boss who takes a liking of the young adorable office girl niece Gillian (formerly Giles) ....

Can Giles convince his  assertive closeted lesbian Aunt Hilda that he doesn't want to be her cute obedient "niece" or is he fucked being Aunt Hilda's Girl! 

Read Priscilla's latest erotica story to find out and let us know your thoughts!

Link: 

Aunt Hilda's Girl

 

Priscilla's Photo Captions of the Week (Jun 27, 2021)

Source: Stevie Sweet

Source: Gender Role Reversal

Source: Sissy Christie

The Origins of the Female Supremacist Cassandra Sisterhood!

Pris Pris has put together a lovely little origin of the  Cassandra Sisterhood that have played a prominent role in many of her lovely stories. She explains their origins from the Victorian Era to the establishment of their institutions to their current heirs.

Link:

The Winthrop Foundation and Winthrop Institutes Explained 

New Stories from the Master of CFNM Erotica Joe X!

I enjoy CFNM (Clothed Female Nude Male) stories a lot, the way they get to the heart of what I love about forced feminization: humiliation, exhibitionism, female domination and blackmail/coercion of males. 

My friend Joe X who writes some of the best stories in the genre which are very hot and erotic with his flair of innocent wit and humbleness. 

He recently shared with me Humiliating Exam, where Joe gets asked to participate in a free medical physical exam.... which leads to a very deep exam of his most personal intimate parts. 

The other one is Slave Weekend (left illustration), where Joe is encouraged to break out of his mundane routine by his office co workers to stay the weekend at a manor to help loose him up a bit. The ladies have just the way to make his weekend fun for him wether he is ready or not!

Slave Weekend Sample: 

The respite.  was short lived.  My arms were pinioned behind my back and I was pushed in front of the girls.  My cock inches from Simone's grinning face.  She bent forward and kissed it.

"No touching!"  Marcella barked, letting go and admonishing Simone.

"Yes Miss," said Simone and stood up holding out her hand.  Marcella gave it a sharp tap with the riding crop.  Simone yelped and wrung her hand.  Gosh!  Marcella did enforce her rules strictly.

Again the respite was short lived.  A few seconds later I was on my back, my legs pulled up and pinioned with my shoulders forced against the floor.  It could only be described as the bum hole display hold.

Simone could see my bum hole.  Nothing that I could imagine was more humiliating.  But Simone had kissed my cock, and somehow that made up for everything.  Even getting my balls slapped.

Enjoy! And don't forget to comment. Thanks everyone!

What exactly is a Cassandra Wedding? And a new illustration for the Castrato Explanantion

In many of Priscilla's stories involving The Cassandra Sisterhood, a wedding ceremony is involved which features a unique role reversal involving a sissy "her" female partner solidifying their relationship and proper roles! For more information about it click below on the Cassandra Weddings Explained. 

Link: 

Cassandra Weddings

Also! I added a new hot illustration to the Castratos (castrated sissies) section!

Link:

Cassandra Castros

Just So Perfect final chapters now up!

We hope you all been enjoying my sweet Pris Pris stories (kisses sweet one), her last story "All Girly Girl" was such a hot read with many surprises! 

I just uploaded the final chapters of her"lost" story, Just So Perfect.

Find out just how much they transform Vivian at the hands of the ultra sexy and dominant Lucinda!

Sample:

My education at the hands of Ma'amselle now intensified. My purpose was not only to become a suitable heiress, but a wife to Lucinda. Housekeeping, personal body services, party planning, and charm. I would become the perfect trophy sissy.

Links:

Just So Perfect: Ch 4

Just So Perfect: Ch 5

 

Priscilla's new "All Girly Girl" now available to enjoy!

Tamara is a young trans woman who is finally finding her place in the world, she is a rising student in cosmetology and business, she has a loving mother and aunt that accept her are supportive of her life choices and has an older boyfriend who gives her mad passionate sex. But not everything is what it seems in her world, a mysterious influential woman from her aunt's past returns and has her sights set on Girly Girl Tamara. 

Sample: 

At that moment it did finally occur to me that I was being fucked and also ejaculating, while my mother and aunt looked on smiling. I was sweating profusely and my eyes were looking down at the floor. My sweat-drenched, curled hair was hanging languidly on either side of my painted face. 

    My breathe was coming in doggie-like pants as Madame withdrew her phallic object from my asshole. Then I heard Mummy Elaine say, “Okay honey watch what Mummy and Auntie are doing. We’re going to incinerate all the paper hard copies of your former identification documents. Your old life is about to go up in smoke dear. So you need to witness it, pumpkin.”

    I looked up. I knew better than to lower my eyes. If I did, Madame was likely to yank on my hair to make me raise my head. My aunt gleefully tore the pages and cover of my passport before she dropped them into the lapping flames of the charcoal and incense mixture. The glossy cover of the passport document gave off a funny smell.

    That odor however was nothing compared to the burning plastic laminate covering of my former driver’s license. Auntie had even obtained a female birth record for me. I watched as my birth certificate was shredded and rendered to smoldering flames. After my social security card was rendered to cinders my mother held up an envelope.

My sweet Pris Pris (Priscilla Gay Bouffant) latest story is about transformation, domination and a lot and I mean a LOT of SURPRISES!  This story is crafted in the highly sophisticated, delicate, sensual erotic style of Priscilla; however, this story has many turn that will leave you shocked!

The Forced Feminization Illustration Art Blog is proud to present: 

All Girly Girl

New feminization erotica stories from Karen Jensen: Darla and A Night to Remember!

 

Just posted two new stories from the one and only Karen Jensen!

A Night to Remember

A girl convinces her boyfriend to take the role of the girl at a 1970's dance costume party, he finds out new things about her in the process and a new side to himself! Will he be able to put this night behind him and stay with his girlfriend? Or will it be A Night to Remember for him!

Sample:

By the time the DJ came back I still could not find Sara and before I knew it I was dancing with Brad again. I was getting more nervous by the minute. His hand did stray a couple of times and squeezed my ass. I really did not know how to deal with it so I let it pass. It did not take too long before I was tired and I motioned to Brad that I was going to find a seat. Unfortunately he followed me over and sat down next to me. This is what I dreaded. He told me about himself and cracked a couple of jokes that made me laugh. I was starting to feel more comfortable with him and responded by telling him about myself, I hoped without revealing my true gender. I must confess that despite my nervousness, I was having fun being taken for and being treated like a girl

Darla

In Darla, Karen Jensen tells the story of Anna a confident wealthy young college woman on the hunt for a young man that she can get to wear the skirt in the relationship! Her search leads her to Louis, a shy introverted college student. After a little courtship on her part, she gets him to dress up as a  cute little girl character from a classic tv show. Will he be able to make it clear that skirts are for girls? Or will Anna keep Louis in skirts and panties as her "Darla"? 

Sample:

Anna limited herself to the one beer but Mrs. Worthington-Smythe ordered more drinks and I was encouraged to drink several Shirley Temple’s. By the time dinner was finished I had to use the restroom. This was another embarrassing adventure as Mrs. Worthington-Smythe led me by the hand to the ladies’ room like a little girl. She walked me all the way to the stall door before reminding me to sit and wipe myself when I finished and also to repair my lip gloss before I left the ladies’ room.

When I got back Anna told her mom that we had to get going. 

“It was nice meeting you Darla or should I say Louis…sorry. You just look so adorable in that pretty dress.”

“Umm..thank you ma’am,” I said.  

“Oh and Anna remember to be respectful with your date, you know how to properly treat a lady,” Mrs. Worthington-Smythe giggled.

This was an awkward moment for me as Anna’s mom implied I was the fairer sex!

“Mom, you know I do,” Anna answered. 

Suddenly I felt her hand squeeze my butt! I instinctively yelped at Anna’s grope, that it was hard to hide because Mrs. Worthington-Smythe must have noticed by the look of her sly smile! 

I felt some relief when we finally left the restaurant, though I noticed the valet staring at me as I sat down in the car. This time I remembered not to display my panties. I wondered what ordeal awaited me at the dance.

Both stories have conclusions that you wont see coming, as told by the talented Karen Jensen

Links

A Night to Remember

Darla