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As the site has grown, so has my understanding and perspective. Each entry or page has forced me to reflect upon areas, often taking
me in a different direction than I previously thought.

The greatest of these is it is more about you, not me. It is very nuanced. But in understanding these subtleties, you will know me
at my most vulnerable level. And indeed, if you are this woman, I would love to get to know you.

The core of what I seek is "enforced feminization." I see this as different from crossdressing. The best way to explain the subtlety
is that "enforced feminization" is a form of domination and power exchange. There can be further layers of play that go along with this.
The most common scenario perhaps is "Mistress and maid," but I am seeking a woman who enjoys feminizing a man, whether for hours or
longer. From a twinkle in her eye to a devilish smile or laugh, her enjoyment drives my satisfaction. The best way I can explain it,
the more she is amused and entertained, the more deeply I am excited.

I imagine she would be bisexual. From conversations I have had who have found not only an agreeable partner but an
enthusiastic one. They met them dressed en femme at female-centric places like a lesbian bar. This makes sense that
a woman attracted to femininity could enjoy molding a man into her girlfriend.

Other traits I could see are feminine, artistic, creative, and most definitely assertive. There likely is a love of
style, textures, and even being a little avant-garde at times with her dress. She can be comfortable being bold. She
is a leader - whether an executive or one looked at by others to get things done. She is equally comfortable in a
power suit as she is in a ball gown. There is a high likelihood she either was or still is an equestrian.

Another way of describing would be becoming a "living doll" to play dress-up. With my current life, work, and the
like, there are times where dressing male is more acceptable. But outside of those scenarios, she should have absolute
carte-blanch to dictate my presentation. From just lingerie under my male clothes to head-to-toe femme in full makeup,
my appearance is dictated by her.

I would love this to get to a level where I a fully passable. Part of what I would like to embrace is a
feminine mindset. The connection established is deeper and more complex than most ever experience. Her
embracing and indulging this hidden side of me would create absolute devotion. Knowing how completely she not
only sees me but then molds me in this for to her liking. I can still give her my strength but at the same
time also surrender and be vulnerable. I would adore being half of the couple below.

It is impossible to answer so many of the related questions. Would I live always dressed en femme? Would I
take hormones? Things I view as limits now are dependant on her and what we become as a couple. If she is just
looking to be pampered and have a feminized male maid on the weekends, that would be an absolute dream. There
are a lot of fun scenarios I can imagine being dressed en femme then restrained and teased. Or perhaps there
are weekend trips shopping and dining where my male persona is completely erased, and I live 24/7 over that period
as her closest girlfriend. This too can shift over time. Maybe it is something we will grow out of, or maybe it
is something that is ever-deepening, I am willing to explore and see just how strong and intimate bond we can create.

Maybe it excites you. Maybe, it is a turn-on. Perhaps you enjoy some mild humiliation and teasing. Or perhaps, it
is an expression of your dominance to emasculate and mold a man into your living Barbie doll. Whatever the
motivation, if you are a woman who enjoys this, or even reading through this is something you would be interested in
trying, I would like to meet you. There is a part of this I am perhaps a little foolish about. I have these notions
of a life, and limits, and perhaps straddling two worlds. If you are this woman, you already know that in the end
I am powerless. I may be able to resist a little in the short run, but over time, I will become what ever you mold
me to be. If that is the best worlds as a duality of a strong man and feminized sissy maid, so be it. Or this could
also be total transformation and enslavement where I am completely feminized to live the remainder of my life as your
living doll an plaything. The reality is that the only limits that matter is that of your desire.

There is more to this than just dressing sexy in heels, lingerie and dresses. Ultimately this is sharing one of the
most vulnerable pieces of who I am. By embracing and sharing this, I want to lose myself in you and create a
passionate love where we are totally open about our fears, desires and needs. In embracing this, you will know me
at a level that noone ever has. I am sure that as these doors are opened and explored there is far more to be
discovered. I adore this collage. In it I see so much love, desires, happiness and connection. I want to be
devoted to you, be your everything and absolutely embrace knowing you equally as deep.


An example of some of the playful ideas that excite me as I envision what this relationship may be like can be found in
this brief story aptly titled - The Shopping Trip

Feel free to drop a line to curious@forcedfemme.com and we can see where it goes

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My name is Amanda and this is the story of my first encounter as a woman. I have been a secret crossdresser since I was quite young. After I once tried on my sister’s skirt when I was a kid, I just fell in love with feminine clothing and my crossdressing journey began. I would sneak into my sister’s room and try on her lovely outfits when no one was around. When I was dressed like a girl, I felt wonderful. 
After college I moved out and got my own apartment. I was so happy that I could finally dress up as much as I wanted to. I brought so many dresses, wigs, lingerie, shoes and lots of makeup too. I would spend most of my time as a young woman inside the apartment. I kept my crossdressing a complete secret because I was afraid my family and friends won’t accept me or judge me because of me being a crossdresser. 



When I was not working, I would spend most of my time inside the apartment dressing up and having girly time with myself. I got really good at makeup, walking in heels and other girly stuffs. The only thing that was left for me to do was to go out in public. But it was just too scary for me and also because my apartment was on the 4th floor of the building where there were other families living in the building too. I would surely get caught if I tried so I didn’t really attempt to go outside but I really fantasized about people seeing me as a woman.
After returning from work everyday, I would change into my female clothes rather than male clothes, put on a hair wig and light makeup and spend my time as a woman. I would even go to bed wearing lingerie and silky night gowns most of the times. 
One evening, the dresses that I ordered had arrived and I was really excited to try them on. I also decided to take some nice videos in my new dresses. So I got ready and went for a full glam makeup look. Then I wore my favorite bra and panty set, put on my black hair wig and unpacked the dresses. There were 3 dresses that I had ordered and they were all so lovely. I tried them on one by one and took quite a lot of videos in them. My favorite was the red bodycon dress with a nice cut on one of the side.



I was up all night taking videos and when I looked at the time, it was almost 3 am in the morning. I couldn’t believe how fast time had passed. I started feeling sleepy so decided to get some sleep. I was too tired to take of my makeup and everything so thought to take them off in the morning. 
I woke up with the sound of my doorbell. I looked at the watch and it was around 9 am. I was pretty sleepy so I tried to ignore the bell but it kept on ringing. So I got up, went to the door and opened it. There was a delivery guy and he greeted me with a smile. ” Hi Mam, we forgot to include the receipt with yesterday’s delivery. So, I am here to give you that.” and handed me the receipt. 
When I heard him call me mam, I finally came to my senses and remembered I was still dressed. I almost jumped with horror. How could I have forgotten I was still all dressed. The door was open so if people were passing by they could see me dressed as a woman too. Luckily, it was only the delivery guy in the hallway and no one else. I knew I had to hurry before anybody else would see me like that. So, I took the receipt, gave the delivery guy a smile and closed the door. 



My heart was beating like crazy even after closing the door. I rushed to look at myself in the mirror and luckily, my makeup and hair looked fine.  I couldn’t believed it really happened with me and I was pretty shaken up for quite a while.
I was having so many thoughts inside my head, did the delivery guy really think I was a woman? or did he notice I was actually a guy? Could I really pass as a woman? Would the delivery guy tell other people about me?. It took me a while to calm down and accept what had happened to me. That was my first encounter as a woman. Now when I think about it, I am happy that it happened with me and something that I will never forget. 
What a nice story Amanda! I am sure the delivery guy fell for you looking your beauty with that red dress, and that smile you gave him… ;o))
You can bet this “new” girl fell for him, too! I feel so sweet thinking what could have ‘cum” next!
Miss Roxanne
Your story is almost like all the others who have taken this incredible journey to womanhood. We all have started out with similar experiences trying on sisters clothes or moms clothes. the end result is that we can attain our dream of womanhood if we just trust ourselves enough to move forward
A year from now when Amanda looks back on this experience she will laugh at her terror.you are absolutely correct Jaye Dee but it certainly helps if you are accompanied by another girl in each forward moving step. the end result is worth it!
Wish that would happen to make me!!!!
I to used to only wear at home but one day I decided to do it wore bra,panties,thigh highs(no male socks) some light Colored eye shadow and black mascara. At first I was EXTREMELY concerned about it bring noticed never had a word said. Got to be everyday routine getting ready for work everyday clothes then make up
I Live as A Crossdresser in And I wear Crossdressing Clothes Out and About. With Out Fear.
I am so happy for Miss Amanda. I so want it to happen to me! To become a sweet, pretty girl for a nice, gentle man is a desire of mine. No, IS a desire of mine! I want to wear pretty panties for him, do my makeup, slip into a pretty dress, and become everything a man wants, happily. And, if I can really please him, to hear those sweet words, “Please be my wife!”. I would simply worship him, forever! He would always be “Daddy” to me. I want to become his housemate, yes, his bedmate!. He could claim all of my love! I would make him the most satisfied man in the world! I promise!
Miss Roxanne Lanyon
“His Wife To Be”
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Before the story begins, I would like to say something. I wrote this story over 2 years ago so when part two is released, it will be much better than this. I was walking around my old primary school’s summer fete. It was on once a year and I always came to see how my school was doing and to see my old friends but this year none of my friends had shown up. I decided to stay for a bit just in case one of them came late and to look at all the stalls. “Hey greg.” I heard a voice coming from behind me. I turned around and saw it was Darcey, a girl who I used to fight with a lot. We teased and bullied each other a lot when we Were in the same school. “I’m glad you showed up,” she said, “remember when you bullied me for posting a selfie of me dressed up as a princess on Instagram?” “Yeah…sorry” I replied. “I actually got that costume here,” she said, “they do princess makeovers in that giant tent at the end of the field.” “and,” I said, “what’s your point?” “I thought you might be interested.” She said. “Why would you think that?” I replied, “Disney princesses look dumb and everyone who gets those makeovers looks dumber.” She looked angry for a moment but then grew an evil grin. “Don’t be so hard on yourself!” she said. She picked me up and dragged me towards the princess makeover tent. There was nobody in the que so I got dragged in straight away. There were six people working in the tent and only one of them wasn’t giving a makeover to a little girl, that one walked up to us. “Hi, I’m Loren, are you here for the princess makeover?” she said to Darcey. “No, he is!” Darcey said. “No, I’m not!” I yelled. “he’s just shy.” Darcey said. “It’s ok, I understand,” Loren said, “even boys want to be pretty sometimes. I’ll be waiting for you in that private room, come in when you’re ready.” Loren walked away and entered the private room. “So, you can’t say no to anything, Darcey said, “I’ve got this!” She pulled some super glue out of her pocket and glued my mouth shut “She’ll just think you are shy,” Darcey said, “and don’t worry, I’ve got glue remover, so you’ll be able to open your mouth after this.” Darcey dragged me into the private room Loren greeted us. “He’s too shy to speak to you so he told me what he wants outside.” Darcey said. “Ok, I understand, I used to be very shy,” Loren said, “What does he want?” “he wants to be Elsa from Frozen,” Darcey said. “Elsa, good choice.” Loren said. Darcey left the room. Loren sat me down on a chair and stripped me down to my pants. She shaved my all my body and plucked my eyebrows into a thin and feminine shape. She grabbed a makeup set and started applying foundation to my face. She did some contouring to make my face appear more feminine. My head already looked feminine shaped. She applied mascara and then glued fake eyelashes on top of my real ones. She added some sparkly purple eyeshadow and then applied a bright red blush. She then finished the look with some purple lipstick. She grabbed a blonde wig that was already in Elsa’s hair style. She then grabbed some glue and poured it into the wig. Then, she put it on my head. She held the wig still until the glue dried. “And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for.” She said as she pulled some clothes out of a box. It was Elsa’s dress and her blue high heels. The dress was huge, bright blue and very sparkly. She shoved the shoes onto my feet. She ripped of my boxers and grabbed a pair of pink panties and slid them up my legs. Then, she grabbed a bra and glued a huge water balloon in each bra cup. She then clipped it around me. She grabbed the dress and she shoved it and tightened the straps until it looked like I had a curvy body shape. She grabbed a mirror and showed me what I looked like. I was shocked, I looked like a girl. “Your friend paid for you so don’t worry. She dragged me out the private room and shoved me outside of the tent where I saw Darcey who was waiting for me. “You look good.” She sarcastically said. She pulled glue remover out of her pocket and put it on my mouth, so I could open it again. “Shut up!” I yelled, “why did you do this to me anyway?” “You bullied me for taking a selfie dressed as a princess and posting it on Instagram,” she said, “and I thought the best punishment would be to make you do the same thing. If you keep whining I’ll make the look permanent.” “What do you mean by the same thing?” I asked. “This is pepper spray,” she said as she pulled pepper spray out of her pocket, “it hurts like hell and If you don’t take a selfie of you looking happy and trying to do a sexy pose with the whole costume in shot, I will spray you!” I didn’t want to be sprayed so I did what she said, I took a selfie. After I did it she told me to give her my phone or she would spray me so I gave it to her. When she had my phone, she went straight onto Instagram with the caption `Like my new look 😉 #Frozen #Elsa #BiggestPrincessFanEver´. “Luckily people in your school don’t follow you, oh wait, 40 of you followers are in your school!” Darcey excitedly yelled. I was so mad, I tried to hit her but missed. “If you misbehave, I will make this worse for you!” she said. I didn’t listen, and I hit her. “I warned you, but you still misbehaved, you brought this upon yourself!” She got her phone out and texted one of her friends. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I made a plan for if you misbehaved, my friends are at your house and already have the supplies I provided them. They’re gonna make some changes!” she replied. “What do you mean by changes?” I asked. “You’ll see,” she said, “now let’s get you home.” “I’m not going anywhere near my neighbourhood like this, people know me!” I yelled. “Yes, you are!” she said as she waved a dog lead and collar in my face. I was being humiliated. It was mid-day so lots of p
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