Twink Tuesday: Embrace Your Nature (9/15/26)

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Surrender Sunday: The wife sent me on a date with her father!

 

Source: Just A Wicked Taste

My wife told me that her dad has had me pegged as a crossdressing sissy since he met me. 

After her mom finally left him and he promised my wife a better deal in the will if she 'lent' me to him for one night only. After some convincing and how it would benefit us financially and making me feel guilty, she assured me that no one would ever know, only her, me and my father-in-law. The following night my wife got me in a dress and made me over crossdressed to a country club on the other side of town. 

He found me there with a bouquet flowers and a grin on his face. The deal was for a 'one night experience' with a 'woman'. Seeing the lube, the condoms and a hotel key in my purse that my wife had given me, made come to the realization what the 'one night experience' meant. 

'This is going to help us get out of debt and set us up financially,' I repeated in my head as my father-in-law led me into the hotel room. Our future would be secure financially, but the price was surrendering my masculinity.

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.) 

Surrender Sunday: Femboy Makes a Question....

Femboy signifies his surrender by asking one important question...

 Source: bigbill4fun

New Taboo Short Story: The Good Therapist

Alexa is young soon to be mom in the upper suburbs with a dark secret. During a family gathering she has to step outside after getting a call...

Sample:

'About time, mouse', she murmured in a vexed tone, 'How long can you be away?'

 'As long as you wish, Madam.'

  'Correct answer', she was told as she was ushered in and along a small entrance hall to the master bedroom.

   'Prepare yourself, mouse, immediately'.

Find out what Alexa is hiding with The Good Therapist in this taboo short erotica story written from new author "Kim."

Link:

The Good Therapist

Submission Saturday (10/18/25)

 

These moments in sissy feminization stories are always moments I enjoy because they "Mark" the turning point for the main male character. Priscilla's Corporate Makeover is an excellent example of it.  

Surprise Sunday

A drawing I completely forgot about. See if you can fill in what is happening. 

"Don't...worry dude...ahh... my sister won't be home until the evening...ehh.. now fuck me."

Tricked Thursday

 

Surrender Sunday: The Feminized Husband Blog

Is it gay to express like this?

On Sundays I usually have an image that exemplifies Surrendering, but instead of an image I thought it best share a recent post that exemplifies surrendering masculinity and embracing femininity from Kirsten G a Female Led Relationship blogger. 

Kirsten writes in a way that makes me jealous for a number of reasons: she writes beautifully and she is living the lifestyle of a feminized male partner to his wife and boyfriend. Recently she wrote a post that addresses the complex and and touchy subject of homosexuality and feminization. I encourage everyone to follow her and share your thoughts on this as I encourage healthy dialogue.

(Written by Kirsten G: The Feminized Husband Blog on June 29, 2025)

Is It Gay to Live as a Feminized Husband? 

We live in a world where labels often serve as both maps and walls. They help us find each other, understand each other, and build communities — but they can also confine us, misrepresent us, and divide us. This is especially true when it comes to gender, sexuality, and relationships — the most intimate and tender domains of our lives.

The question, "Is it gay to live as a feminized husband?" is not just about semantics. It’s about identity. About freedom. About how we understand love, gender roles, and personal authenticity in a culture that is only beginning to expand its definitions of what these things mean.

As someone who lives fully — joyfully, proudly — as a feminized husband to my wife, I feel compelled to speak directly from my experience. Because the answer is simple, and at the same time, deeply complex.

The Feminine Spirit Within the Male Form

Let’s begin with the heart of it: femininity is not the same thing as homosexuality. Femininity is not a sexual orientation. It’s an essence, a mode of being, an inner truth that can reside in anyone — regardless of gender identity or the bodies we were born into.

For me, femininity is not a costume I wear to spice up my relationship, nor a performance for public or private entertainment. It is who I am. Deeply, spiritually, emotionally. My gestures, my voice, my desires, my way of receiving love, my way of giving it — all arise from the feminine spirit that lives at the center of my being.

Living as a feminized husband, then, is not a contradiction. It is a fulfillment. A coming together of my internal truth and my chosen relational role. I am my wife’s husband — devoted, strong in my loyalty, responsible, constant — and I am her feminine partner, her soft mirror, her receptive lover. We are not a contradiction; we are a harmony.

Love and Desire: Fluid, Not Fixed

Many people, when faced with relationships that fall outside heteronormative templates, ask questions like: "Does that make you gay?" "Bisexual?" "Something else?" These questions are not always malicious. Often they are simply attempts to fit new realities into familiar boxes.

But sexuality is not a filing cabinet.

Sexuality, like gender, like love, like spirit, flows. It’s more like water — it finds its path, shaped by the contours of who we are, by the people we meet, and by how we are received.

In our triadic relationship — between me, my wife, and our boyfriend — I do not experience my attraction to him as a "gay" desire. Not because I am in denial, but because I know what I feel and how I feel it. I love him, yes. I desire him, yes. But I love and desire him as a woman loves a man — through the lens of my feminine spirit.

When he touches me, kisses me, makes love to me — I am not a man being loved by another man. I am a woman in spirit, being adored by her man. The electricity between us is not homoerotic. It is heterofeminine, if such a term could exist. It is gendered not by the bodies we inhabit, but by the energies we carry and the ways we connect.

That is why, in this love, I feel very straight. It’s not a contradiction — it is a testimony to the inadequacy of labels.

On Being a Feminized Husband

To some, the term "feminized husband" may sound like a novelty, a kink, or a submission fantasy. And while there are certainly spaces where femininity in men is sexualized or fetishized, that is not what I live.

For me, being a feminized husband is not a submissive role. It is a sacred, elevated one.

It is an expression of partnership, not power imbalance. My wife does not dominate me — she honors me. She honors the fullness of who I am, including the parts of me that many men are taught to hide: softness, emotionality, intuition, receptivity. And I honor her equally — not as a master, but as a queen. As the strong, masculine force in our union. She is my protector, and I am her sanctuary.

When she touches me, penetrates me, holds me in her strength, I do not feel humiliated or emasculated. I feel seen. I feel honored. I feel loved as a husband should be loved — deeply, intimately, and in a way that aligns with his truest self.

When the Spirit Leads, Gender Follows

So often, society tells us that our bodies dictate who we are and who we may love. If you are born male, you must be masculine. If you are masculine, you must desire femininity. If you deviate from this order, you are transgressive, queer, gay.

But I believe something different. I believe that spirit comes first.

The body is a container — a beautiful, mysterious one — but it is the spirit that gives the body its meaning.

My spirit is feminine. It always has been. As a child, before I understood gender roles or sexual politics, I moved through the world with a softness, an openness, a relational depth that felt more aligned with traditional femininity than masculinity.

But I was never confused. I was never "in the wrong body." I was simply born with a body that did not always match my internal currents. And rather than reject it, I chose to integrate. To allow my feminine spirit to flow through my male form, as a husband, a lover, a partner, and a beloved.

Beyond Labels: Living Truthfully

So, is it gay to live as a feminized husband? Only if you define "gay" in the narrowest, most body-based terms.

If you define gayness as a man being sexually or romantically attracted to another man, and you see both of those men as fixedly masculine — then perhaps. But that is not my experience.

In my reality, my love for our boyfriend is filtered through the lens of my womanly heart. I do not desire him from a masculine position, but from a feminine one. And my love for my wife is equally powerful — I relate to her as her husband, not in spite of my femininity, but because of it.

To me, this is not confusion. This is clarity.

Clarity that love does not conform to binaries. Clarity that desire is not dictated by gender performance. Clarity that the soul knows what it wants, and it will find a way to express itself, even when the world lacks the vocabulary to understand it.

The Courage to Be Whole

Living as a feminized husband requires courage. It means walking through a world that may misunderstand you, mock you, or attempt to redefine you. It means answering questions that others may never have to consider.

But it also means living truthfully. Boldly. Beautifully.

It means letting go of roles that never fit, and embracing a selfhood that feels aligned and whole. It means building relationships not on default expectations, but on authentic connection. It means honoring both your masculinity and your femininity — however they manifest — without shame or apology.

And perhaps most importantly, it means creating a life of your own design. A life where your wife sees and loves you for who you are, not who society says you must be. A life where your love for a man does not negate your straightness, because you love him not as a man, but as his woman. A life where your femininity is not weakness, but power.

Conclusion: Reclaiming Our Truths

So again, we ask: "Is it gay to live as a feminized husband?"

And the answer is: maybe, maybe not. But does it matter?

What matters is how you feel when you are touched, held, kissed. What matters is the truth in your body, the song in your spirit. What matters is the love you give and receive, and the courage you carry as you live that love fully, unapologetically, and joyfully.

We are not here to fit into definitions. We are here to define ourselves. To embody love in the forms it takes for us. To honor the deep truth that our lives are our own, and our identities are more than anyone else’s categories can contain.

Being a feminized husband is not a contradiction. It is a calling. It is not a deviation from masculinity — it is an expansion of what masculinity can hold. It is not a detour from straightness — it is a new, honest form of it.

I am not gay. I am not confused. I am whole.

I am a feminized husband. And this is my truth.

The Feminized Husband Blog

Sexy Saturday Post

Good morning everyone, thanks for your engagement and constant support I have some stuff coming, but for now enjoy this caption from Agnes Charlotte.  

 

Sissy Sunday Public Announcement Reminder:

A public announcement reminder for Sunday

source: Twitter/X

 

Short Story: Tulip Helps a Neighbor

By Tulip Fancy

The "real" lady of the house helps a neighbor with his personal issues,  this will her help her understand her place (Told from the POV of Tulip's wife) 

Like any good wife I was keen for my husband to have a fulfilling sex life. Just in my case it was through penetration only. I have been using my jell six-inch penis on Tulip for a few weeks now and nothing turns me on more than that. Lifting the back of whatever he is wearing, grabbing his hips, sliding in and hearing that sharp intake of "her" breath never get old.

The problem is I have not been able to bring him off this way. We have been close, but not made it yet. I think he still thinks of himself deep down inside as a man or at least male.... That all this will go away sometime. Ridicules I know! I need him to cross that line. To just let go once and cum.

What I thought might be an opportunity came while chatting to my heavily pregnant neighbor, Doreen. She was at that stage when sex was very difficult and her husband Derick was getting very "toey." I thought about it for a minute and said maybe I can help with that little problem and in doing so, help with our own intimate problem.... However, I didn't mention any of this to Tulip.

The next morning, there is a knock at the back door.

"Tulip honey leave the dishes for now, get on your knees and wait there while I get the door." 

"Come in Derick, Doreen explained everything to me. She says you carry quite a nice load..... so I was thinking you can use Tulip twice a week until the baby is born. No one will know about this. Be as gentle as you can until she gets the hang of it. You see she has never done it before. Be as quick as you can. I don’t want either of you being late for work and Derick one more thing....... mouth only! Got it?"

     "Tulip. When Derick has finished with you. Do not wash your mouth! Clean off any splatter from your face and hair, Do your make-up and coiffeur as normal. But I want you tasting his manly baby making sperm all day. I want you thinking about where it came from. I want you to remember the smell of his crotch when your nose was buried in it. I want you to remember the feelings it produced in you. I want you to remember his heavy ball sack smacking against your perfectly smooth chin. I also want you to think about all the changes we’ve made over the last year to bring out your natural femininity. And how well suited you were to the task you performed today."

      "One more thing Derick. It’s first thing in the mornings only. It takes Tulip over an hour to brush out and shape her hair do in the mornings so I don’t want you crushing her curls with those big rough hands of yours before I get home. She buses tables down at the diner between 10 am to and 3 pm so it’s first thing in the morning or not at all."

"Wait you mean have sex with-" Tulip protested. 

"No, I know you are not having sex with Derick. I would never allow that. You are just helping a neighbor relieve some tension."

"But it's with another man! I mean...I'm doing it with another man-" 

"Hush now and no Tulip, I told you it is not technically sex. You are just helping out a neighbor."

"I’m the only one that has sex with you. You are my husband. You only bend over for me. Is that clear!?"

Tulip only nodded at what I had to say.

"I have to get dressed for work now. Don't be too long you two."

  As I was leaving the room to give them their privacy. I saw Derick walk up to Tulip and put his large hand on the side of her curler encased head. I so much wanted to stay and watch, but in Tulip's mind I wanted to create the impression it was no big deal. 

 Well, I spoke to Doreen later that morning over coffee and the news could not have been better. Apparently, Derick just held the side of her head with one hand, stroked her jaw line with the other and her mouth opened up just like any girl. He said he didn't last long because it had been over a week since he had some relief. According to Doreen, he is quite a virile man! The good news is that just before he released his load, he felt Tulip also climaxed after she relaxed a bit. I did not expect this on the first go. I was so glad she reached release. I just hope she can do so with me, now that it has happened once. I asked Doreen what soap and deodorant Derick used. I'll try to bring back that trigger smell from her memory. It may help when I am making love to her.

   I also got a call from the lady that owns the dinner amount other things. She is one of my clients. She asked if there was something the matter with Tulip. Because she had been making mistakes all morning. Taking wrong orders, delivering food to the wrong tables. I knew exactly what was wrong with her. She had achieved release with a man's penis in her mouth and was having a hard time processing her feelings. I couldn't tell the owner the real reason, so I just said she was being petulant this morning and I had to correct her. It was probably playing on her mind. She said she understood, but it could not go on after today. I said I would speak to her.   

Book Review: Lara Longstaff's High Heel Challenge

High Heel Challenge by Lara Longstaff tells the story of young computer programmer Dakota’s transformation into a girl after losing a bet to his friend’s beautiful successful sister, Hannah. One day while playing video games with his best friend’s Gabriel, Dakota opened his big mouth and stated that heels are nothing and anybody can handle while Gabe’s sister Hannah was coming home from her office job that pays better than both boys jobs combined. 

Not liking Dakota’s sexist attitude she proposes a bet that will change Dakota opinion and much more of the young man. Hannah’s bet is if Dakota can last a whole day in women’s heels, then she will agree to clean his apartment dressed as a sexy maid, but if Dakota fails to last a day in women’s heels, he has to do whatever Hannah says for a week!

Sample: 

“My apartment could use some cleaning, How about you drees up in that French maid costume you wore for Halloween and come over to place after work to tidy up?” He chuckled. 

“You’re a dirty pervert,” she snorted. 

Of course Dakota fails to last a day in high heels, with the place being an amusement park as the location. With Hannah winning the bet, (spoiler alert) she decides to make over Dakota into a pretty girl…well of course!

One of the best qualities of the book is Longstaff’s simple approach to the feminization genre. However she also unfortunately glosses over many parts that would have been great had she developed a bit. The makeover is glossed over and would have made for a great read had it given details of Dakota’s discomfort into being made over into a cute short haired girl.

The humiliation is there in the dialogue in the way Hannah sets up Dakota’s transformation, but the climax of the book…although a bit surprising a bit (maybe for me) lacks further explanation. Without giving anything away, you would think that there is more to the sister’s involvement, but no explanation is given. Maybe Dakota falling while wearing those high heels did something to his mind and he liked being a girl afterward. A little explanation at the end would have been nice. 

Dakota completely accepting her feminine submissive role.

Not a bad story, some good sexy moments and decent emasculation dialogue with a confident beautiful young lady changing a misogynist into a sweet lovely girl. Pick it up if you have never heard of Lara Longstaff or if you want a quick sexy read. 

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High Heel Challenge

New erotic story "I’m Such a Gay Sissy Wife" told through the perspective of a transgender woman

How was everyone's 4th of July? Hope it was great. The fireworks and the summer heat continue with my sweet doll Priscilla's  I’m Such a Gay Sissy Wife. Leslie trapped in a marriage with a dominant wealthy wife decides to seek better intimacy through his more feminine identity "Lisbeth." 

    Sample:

    He worked his fingers in and out of me, and then he probed me with his cock. He slowly pushed it in and withdrew it, time and time again. Each time it went in a little further. Cynthia was correct. The anesthetic in the lubricant had begun to deaden some of the discomfort. I was beyond stopping at this juncture.

    Cole’s cock went further and further inside of me until I let out a squeal as it went all the way in. At this point I begged him, “Please Cole? Fuck me. Please fuck me? Fuck me nice and slow at first. But please fuck me?”

    His dick slid in and out and I slowly pushed my ass to meet his thrusts and then I’d pull away briefly. But once we got into a rhythm, we screwed as if we were a couple of Bunny Rabbits. The last thing I recalled, prior to nearly passing out, was Cole climaxing into my rectum and my cock spurting crazily all over the bedsheets. I know I screamed like a banshee. 

    It was the most effeminate sound that had ever emitted from my pretty lips. After our climaxes, Cole and I embraced, both of us sticky with gooey Cum, but we couldn’t have cared any less. That evening, I slept the dizzying, joyous, sated sleep of a Sissy Harlot. It wasn’t until 4:30 AM, when I wrapped my lips around Cole’s expanding cock, that Cole even realized it was morning.

    I simply craved man-cock at that point in my life. I was surely going to do what I’d just done, again and again. Given the chance, I didn’t know how I could possibly do anything else? Why not? I didn’t have a good answer for that last question. 

As Lisbeth feels fullfilled spiritually and sexually outside the marriage, his wife Jasmine eventually learns the truth! But Jasmine has her own secrets as well and it might just be the beginning for the couple....or couples involved..!

We hope you enjoy this steamy erotic transgender story of self discovery as its told through the perspective of Lisbeth as she recounts her honest experience of being, I’m Such a Gay Sissy Wife

Priscilla's Photo Caption of the Week (2/15/21)

 

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

New Feminization Sissy story "Tale of Two Sissies" by Mistress Priscilla Gay Bouffant!

My sweet Priscilla finished a great new story! "Tale of Two Sissies" its about an unsuspecting young man that that applies for a personal assistant for a famous Latina star. He lands the opportunity! But he finds that she and the rest of her crew have plans for him....as they prep him to be a submissive cute feminine boyfriend for her handsome masculine hunky closeted bisexual son! Oh my! What else they have in mind for him?

Sample:


I nearly fainted when I returned to the guest bedroom to see the apparel Sondra had laid out for me to wear. “Is something troubling you, Miss Francois? I do hope you’re not going to tell me that the lovely things I laid out for you are too effeminate? Especially after you promised to wear what I would loan you? As I recall I sucked your cock to assure your cooperation,” Sondra said, entering the room from behind me.

    “But the Capri slacks are pink. You don’t have any other color? And a crop top?” I asked.

    “You ungrateful twit. No, I don’t have anything else. It’s Sunday, darling. I’m up to my ass in laundry from the work week. Now damn it. Unless you prefer that I tell the Mistress that you forced me to have oral sex with you, you’ll damn-well wear whatever it is I lay out for you. Do you hear me? Even if I hand you a fucking form-fitting, cocktail dress, you will wear what I say to wear. Now put those things on,” Sondra hissed in her charming, English accent. 

    I pulled the filmy satin panties up my hips. Then I slipped into the hot-pink, very snug Capri slacks. The white crop-top, with the very fussy, attached, furbelow shoulder-shrug came next. After I slipped on the ruffled anklet socks, I stepped into the patent leather, slip-on pumps with inch and a half kites heels.

    “Very nicely done, Miss Francois. Would you like some lipstick?” Sondra teased as she kissed my mouth with her very wet, creamy, freshly applied, pink frost lipstick. I knew some transferred to my lips. She used her finger and laughingly redistributed it. Then she sent me downstairs.

    I asked her to stop calling me “Miss” but she waved me off. Naturally, I would run into Alistair who was looking especially hunky in a muscle-shirt and wearing casual workout shorts. 

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Tale of Two Sissies

Hypnotized Gay Story: Led Straight to Another Guy

Taking a chance with this original short story from "Femboy," its about a straight guy being hypno controlled by his best friend for a night he will never forget! Please feel free to leave any thoughts.

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Led Straight to Another Guy

Skirting the Army- New Story from Karen Jensen!

My deep apology to Karen Jensen and her fans. Karen wrote this lovely tale "Skirting the Army" about a young man dodging the draft from the 60's by becoming a young lady....the result is an unexpected but enjoyable new life....

Link:

Skirting the Army

A Change of Prearrangement is now up!

A Change of Prearrangement is now available exclusively here on this blog! Priscilla worked hard on this story of a strong willed young woman from a wealthy family looking to avoid a pre arranged marriage to a homosexual rich heir and looks to place her weak willed younger brother in her place, but as a girl! It works out since the male's parents also prefer a lady to marry their son as apposed to a same sex male marriage that would taint their family reputation!

Sample:
   She was a very savvy businesswoman. Both Briand and Odette Marcoux trusted her faultlessly. So, as it was after dinner and during drinks, with both Pierre and Marie smoking a cheroot, that Marie launched into her proposal and discourse, on the future of Cordelia and Etienne as a married couple and the unification of the two, family fortunes.
    “Well, I have to admit you are both cunning and thorough Marie. As for Etienne having any financial control, I’ll leave that up to you. I’m just happy to be able to save face as a father, and have my son married to someone who appears to be a female,” Briand smiled.
    “That you and your mother, Colette, would sacrifice the manhood of Corneille in order to achieve this objective we all have, is commendable, Marie. Don’t you think so, Odette?” Briand asked.
    “Oh, yes, absolutely darling. Yes. We save face. The fortunes are united through marriage, and safely taken care of by Marie. I just hope, Marie, that you can find a man to give you heirs, and grandchildren for your mother,” Odette intoned.
    “We might be able to do something along those lines. As for Cordelia, well, she was never much of a boy, and would never have amounted to anything as a member of the male sex. She’ll be much better off as a bride, a trophy wife, a little homemaker and possibly a mother of adoptive children,” smiled Marie.

This story touches on many themes of feminization that I love and support, role reversal, identity change some bondage, and the idea of even maternity is involved in this story something that few writers do, but you have here. Priscilla created a story that is sure to get you hard or wet...

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A Change of Prearrangement