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Feminization (Feminisation) or Sissification includes all of the caption, Story, or article about feminizing a man (or cuckold) to become a sissy.
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A Sissy Escape's from her trainers, back to the real world.
Sasha and Barbara submit to their desires.
Our wedding night and first sex as a threesome.
Love, acceptance, crossdressing, double dating, and more love.
How I became a couple's sex toy and an afternoon threesome.
Bouncing back from a bad relationship was never so easy.
I may have over committed to my girlfriend’s costume idea…
Jayme visits Sarah at the sex shop and has a little fun.
I wanted pierced ears, but the BDSM Mistress had more ideas.
A solo holiday has Andrew exploring his feminine side.
Naive boy's conversion into girly fucktoy is completed.
Naive boy is inspected and put in panties.
Young man falls deeper into a naughty couple's control.
Naive boy is caged and feminized by his boss.
Mistress gets him into a maid uniform.
Brian begins his feminization journey.
His girlfriend likes him feminine. He's hers.
Daddy fully turns me into his girl.
College Freshman Sam has a harrowing Halloween.
Charlie, now Charlotte, starts her new job.
Guy gets punished by two brothers as justice.
Charlie finds himself changing for his Landlord.
Ashley takes the role of bridesmaid for a wedding.
Ashley takes the role of bridesmaid for a wedding.
A warlock is magically feminized in an ilicit pact.
Wife's erotic fantasies take shape in new artistic career.
The making of a sissy and her first sexual experiences.
Couple goes on vacation to fix their sex life.
A sissy excursion leads to an unexpected meeting.
Alexis starts to embrace the BBC lifestyle.
White guy finds BBC, and himself, in Jamaica.
Caught but given opportunity to suck my 1st dick.
Things Heat up with the Yoga Ladies.
I feminize you and make you into my milking cow.
Getting Bolder with Panties & Masturbation in them.
Jaime learns what BBC really is, but is too addicted to stop.
A cross dresser runs into his sexy teacher.
Chapters 6 & 7 Victor is feminized & prepared to meet Brad.
Vacation wraps up for Ashley and Daddy.
Sweet little Stephanie is put to the test!!
Stephanie's sexy (and naughty) adventures continue!
Intern Stephanie's sexy adventures continue.
Bullied young man escapes his past and becomes something new.
An intern learns a valuable lesson!
Turned onto big black cock during a cabin weekend.
Mom uses breastfeeding to turn her son into a sissy cumslut.
Tom's transformation is almost complete.
Roommate's mom thinks I'd like being feminized.
A straight man takes dick for the first time. Dominant top.
Tom begins to adapt to his changes.
Sean becomes Stella on his first day at school.
A man has his first sexual experience, ever.
This is the story of how my wife became a black cock slut.
Dressed up and taking the town by storm.
Adrien tries on a very special zentai.
Dana Continues to take control of Matt.
A BDSM story of forced feminization, forced homosexuality
Rookie officer gets first assignment.
Mistress makes her sissy slave pay the rent - the hard way!
Ex-wife brings new boyfriend to a party, Ex-husband becomes.
Alicia takes more control of her Daddy along with her cousin.
Alex joins in on my punishment and feminizes me.
Young white man force-feminized by black gang.
Another intimate look into my cuckolding.
Dolled up hubby is a black man's new blowjob slut.
A sissy craves the pink satin dress from the T-Mobile Ads.
Husband gets what he thought he wanted.
Art has little control he has over what happens in his life.
The continuing account of married couple's fetish.
Who says real men don't go to the doctor?
Girlfriend makes fantasy come true with her strap-on.
Just when he thinks things are getting better!
Dressed as cute Asian girl & punished after Halloween party.
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Note: In evolutionary biology, the term cuckold is also applied to males who unwittingly invest parental effort in offspring that are not genetically their own.The term cuckold is derived from a bird's mis-directed parental investment of effort to the eggs that cuckoo birds have laid in their nests. See Cuckold Theoretics
F or the next few weeks I encouraged my crossdressing husband to think of our new arrangement as normal. He did everything as usual, but as a woman. Most evenings he'd report that there were no problems, people seemed to assume that's what he was. He awoke each morning already quite pretty, thanks to Doreen's facial dyes, but we performed our half-hour beauty routines together anyhow. He needed extra time with his hairdo, and while he fussed I told him little tales from my own girlhood, about different exciting first tries of grown-up things like bras and lipstick, about prepping for dates, things like that, so he could share my girlhood, not having had one of his own. We had a lovely time, chatting together like two girls (or perhaps one girl and one crossdressing sissy) anywhere about almost everything. Except about men -- men who did I was sleeping with, men with whom I was cuckolding my sweet hubby.
Then we'd have breakfast and I'd be off for the office, leaving my sissy crossdresserto do his own things. We'd always shared the housework, but sincehe had more time available, he took it all over, as he had lastsummer too. He spent a lot of time working in his study. Iguessed it was on his "I was a woman for three months" project. Ihoped so, because that would give his new life legitimacy in hisown eyes.
He was no longer my mildly whimsical, lightly ironic, even-temperedhubby. As a sissy crossdresser maid, his moods varied. Some mornings he'd awaken a littlesolemn, maybe mournful, maybe impatient, though he never saidanything. I could tell because in that mood he'd never volunteerto share stories about his day, only answer me listlessly, and he'dapply his make-up as if it were a boring routine, not an artfulhonor. Those mornings he'd always get a pill before I left forwork, if it wasn't a Saturday when I knew Doreen would be feedinghim one anyhow. I'd tell him to relax by gardening, to put on hisflared shorts and a halter and get into the sunshine and fresh airand cultivate our flower beds. That he had nice legs, especiallynow that they were waxed smooth and Doreen's treatments had madetheir skin so soft, that he should show them off more.
He did. The neighbors saw a lot of my crossdressing sissy husband on those days: a strangeblonde woman impeccably made up, moving among our lawns and shrubsas if in a dream, combing the soil between plants. I later learnedthat he'd once gone mall-shopping dressed in those same scantyshorts and halter -- one of our local wives sent a letter to theeditor of the neighborhood newspaper deploring a hussy she'd seenparading herself in and out of stores dressed that way. My crossdressing husband looked wickedly pleased when he showed it to me.
But most mornings he'd awaken zestful, choose an outfit for the day-- casual, sporty, or dressy -- and do things I'd read aboutafterward. He started a journal and left it open on his desk. When I looked into it, as I did regularly, it became obvious thathe was now actively seeking out womanly experiences and enjoyingthem, diligently doing his research for his book. His perfume hadbecome a non-issue, as I'd predicted. He always wore a light spraywhen dressed casually and a heavier scent in the evening, but evenwhen not, his oil treatments infused his skin with a faint aroma. It was so lovely! I'm sure it brightened the moods of others whocaught his scent as he passed them, but of course now it raised noquestions at all. When he went in to use his college's library, heshowed the librarians his faculty ID card and then proceeded as ifhe were the person pictured on the card. They never questioned him-- rather, they assumed he was his own somewhat provocative summerresearch assistant, and granted him all of his usual borrowingprivileges.
Once while crossing the quad one of his colleagues in Mathematicsmade a pass at him, inviting him to pass some time in his office,where my crossdressing cuckold husband knew there was a couch. My cuckold told him primly thathe never dated men, that he lived with another woman and dressedthis way only to please her, and that she was his partner for life. All true enough. The man got flustered and practically fled, my cuckold told me.
But that wasn't the only time he was hit on. He often expressedannoyance at how bold and persistent some men could be, howirritating the intrusions on his attention. That was especiallysatisfying -- he was was learning that men respect their ownlechery more than a woman's privacy -- they were always testing theavailability of anything in skirts. That was certainly true ofCraig until I took to mocking his impotence when we were bothexhausted with fucking and he realized he'd better concentrate hisenergies if he ever hoped to get the better of me. Though it wasnever true of my cuckold, my one-woman man who was now my one womanwoman.
He ran errands in the neighborhood secure in the knowledge that noone would recognize him. The genial professor was nowhere visiblein the tallish, brassy, flashily dressed blonde. Sometimes he went downtown to lookabout in upscale stores, as he put it to "simulate shopping,"trying to feel his way into women's thoughts and rhythms as theyengaged that recreational activity. He'd chat cheerfully withother women shoppers, with shopgirls, with waitresses, on Saturdayswith Doreen's manicurist, anyone. He was always friendly, alwaysgrateful for their help, and I think secretly delighted that theyaccepted him as one of them. At night he watched the young womenin TV sitcoms to see which of their mannerisms he could imitate andmake his own. He developed the cutest ways of asking questions, orof indicating surprise, as if he too were a sprightly actress.
I was proud of my hubby. He'd been such a lovely man, and now hewas becoming such a lovely woman!
Some women realized after a while that they were really dealingwith a beautifully disguised man. A few turned away disgusted, butmore were rather taken by the idea. They were fascinated by theidea of a man who crossdressed because he wanted to be what they already were, perhaps atranssexual who believed he really was a woman despite his body --that gave them a sense of privilege, that what they were wasdesirable.
Or, they thought him a man perhaps so exuberantly confident of hismasculinity that he wanted to try anything life offers, even livinglike a woman. They liked it that he could share their specialconcerns and appreciate even their trivial frustrations, and manyregretted that their own cuckold husbands lacked his sensitivity as well as hiscourage. My crossdressing cuckold talked about everything with them except his ownboyfriends and he gave them excellent advice abouttheirs. He'd listen to them the way women listen to each other,sympathetically, not like a man who wants to identify a problem,find a quick solution, and then move on.
He cultivated an impudent personality to go with the look Doreenhad given him, a lightly sardonic, liberated manner, and he enjoyedwhat then followed. Some women told him their most intimatesecrets, knowing he'd understand. Some offered to find him dates,and never understood why he always turned them down. Many just wanted to dress him up, he was so eager to learn about fashion, so eager to put on dresses, skirts, bras, pantyhose, heels....
What kind of man makes a better companion? What kind might make abetter lover? These women found him as attractive as I did, but asa man who had chosen to live their lives, not just as a femalefriend. This wasn't what I wanted for him. I especially began toworry when I read in his journal that the salesgirl in a darlinglittle boutique where he'd already bought a few dresses and abustier for me had invited him back to her place after closinghours for what she obviously hoped would be some private fittings. He'd been unable to accept, that particular time, but he did offerher a rain check.
I wondered about that, and was tempted to increase histranquillizer dosage to keep his penis soft, and I confess I didjust that for a few days. But then all he did was stay homesmiling at the TV or at his own reflection in the windows. Andthat was unfair -- I didn't want him merely warehoused for thesummer! So I returned him to his usual dosage, enough to leave himhis mind and energy intact yet keep him moderately content. As ahot looking woman, or as a man who was dressed as a woman, he was going toattract various kinds of people, women as well as men. It wasinevitable. That's just how things are, I realized. And he wasenjoying himself, while remaining as faithful to me as ever. Iliked that. Often, when Craig's face was buried in my ass becauseI'd dared him to taste what he'd just done to me there, and therewas nothing else to think about, I got a warm glow thinking aboutmy honey and her bees.
Maybe it was unfair to him not to move him further, make him evenmore womanly? I realized one day that his journal entries had anodd tone. He was writing as if his ventures were reconnaissancemissions into enemy territory. He was thinking and feeling like aman disguised as a woman, a transvestite, or perhaps a sissy crossdresser. This was not what I wanted. If hethought he was a man, other women might too, and that could lead tomischief. And I certainly didn't want to think of him as a man --Craig was all the man I wanted to deal with. Plainly, I had topush my crossdressing cuckold further. But how?
It dawned on me only slowly. His tranquillizer pills began to showsome distinct secondary effects. His nipples became noticeablylarger, protrusive, puffed out and incredibly sensitive. I foundin fact that I could make his slack penis drool just by touchingthem. One morning when I was sucking and caressing them gently Inoticed him grow raptly attentive to some inner kind of music,breathing more and more deeply, his eyes closed. Then suddenly hestiffened and gasped and moaned aloud in a kind of agony, then withjoyous satisfaction. I reached for his cock and found it slick andslippery, and his balls and belly too. He'd actually climaxedwithout my touching him down below at all! My new girlfriend withhis boy's equipment had actually had a girl's orgasm! The same aswhen I'd fucked his ass with a dildo!
That was as satisfying to me as I am sure it was for him, becauseit meant he didn't need erections in order to enjoy for himself theerotic pleasure I was getting from Craig. So I wasn't cheating himafter all. He seemed too embarrassed to mention his inability toget hard or his nipples' altered appearance, but I knew he had tobe puzzled or anxious about both. So I raised the topic oneevening while caressing and kissing his new little boobs, his headflung back on the pillow in ecstasy.
"Being a woman can be just heavenly, can't it?" I asked.
"Oh, y..y..yes" was all he could gasp."It's a shame that when it's over, your body will go back to theway it was. That your clit will become a stiff penis again.""Oh," he said, as I leaned in to lick the fat nub his nipple hadbecome. "It will? ...ooooh! ...oh!... That's a relief... ahhhh, Ididn't know, I was worried!"I then began flicking my tongue on one nipple, and teasing theother between two fingers. He let out a little yip. "But if youlike this you can keep these afterward. They don't have todisappear. Do you like this?""Oh! Oh Mandy! Oh, yes, yes, I do!""Really? Good! Then it's settled, you'll keep them."
I said no more. He was half out of his mind, but he'd agreed tokeep his enlarged nipples. He didn't know he had no choice ofcourse
I might have been mistaken, but his rear end actually began to lookcute too! At first I worried about it, but finally I liked eventhat. A nice round butt instead of his skinny one, yet anotherphysical change all to the good. It too would remain when thesummer and my glorious affair with Craig had ended, but I didn'tmind. Whenever I saw them, his nipples and his ass would remind meof my wonderful hubby's unknowing sacrifice of some of his manhoodso I could enjoy another man's greater manhood guilt-free. Andeach day he was getting more and more understanding of my point ofview. Our morning chats really were getting to be like gossip andgiggle sessions between two women.
I couldn't escape the idea. If his body and his attitudes wereturning the corner from masculine to feminine, I should make someother changes too. Make him more of a woman, give him a realfigure. In fact give him everything but an actual vagina. Cherylpersuaded me that a vagina would be too much, it was too dangerous. If Mort had a vagina, she pointed out, he'd feel free to leave heraltogether to live a normal woman's life. Without one,
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