Feminized at work

A new pair of panties gets Anthony in trouble
Anthony was delighted when he received a phone call telling him had been accepted at a new place of work. He was so pleased that he decided to treat himself to his favorite personal treat; a new pair of panties.

When he applied for the job as an office assistant at an office in town Anthony had now idea what to expect. He couldn't believe his eyes when he arrived for the interview and discovered the office was staffed only with women. The boss, Mrs Trent, was very business-like and explained that she only employed women usually but that they needed someone urgently and that was why she was prepared to give him a trial as long as he didn't mind working in an all-female environment. Usually, all the women who worked at the office were required to wear business suits or smart attire but Anthony would be spared wearing a skirt as long as he wore a suit. Anthony reassured her that he didn't mind at all but little did she know he was quite looking forward to it because Anthony had a secret. He liked wearing panties under his clothes. Something about the smooth feel of the delicate panties made him feel warm and cosy and so he always wore them. He would often treat himself to a new pair of panties to cheer himself up or celebrate good news. When he heard he had got the job he headed straight out to a lingerie shop to buy himself a pair. The two women who worked in the shop seemed a little cautious when he came in but when he explained in his best sissy voice that he was buying for himself they were quite helpful. To his delight a young blonde girl came into the shop while he was discussing some frilly cotton panties with the assistants and she soon became involved in helping him choose something 'nice and girly'. He finally settled on three pairs of cotton panties with a frilly waistband and legs, one on pale blue, one in yellow, and one white pair with pink strawberries on them. He would wear them the next day for work.
The next day Anthony marched to the office in his grey business suit ready to introduce himself to all the women working there. What could be better than spending all day with five good-looking women? Even Mrs Trent was quite attractive in a domineering sort of way.
He arrived on time and looked through the glass door into the lobby. He wasn't disappointed. There were three girls there all ready chatting in the office among themselves. The first girl was dark and wearing a white top and a very short skirt that showed off her long legs. The second girl, with her back to him wore a tight black sexy shorts that made the most of her legs and bottom. She was busy explaining something to the third girl, another blonde, in a white top and flowing grey mini skirt and heels that made her look stunning.
Anthony smiled to himself, opened the door and walked in. The blonde girl in the grey skirt turned to look at him and his heart froze in his chest. It was the same blonde girl from the lingerie shop the day before. For a moment he hope she might not recognize him but from the surprised look on her face he knew she had.
As the introductions were made Anthony could feel his face burning red with embarrassment and he was sure the blonde girl, whose name was Sally, was looking at him with a twinkle in his eye. A short while later two more female workers arrived too.
Before he had a chance to pull her aside to try and plead her keeping his secret Sally went into Mrs Trent's office to speak with her. A few minutes later Sally came out and told him that Mrs Trent wanted to speak to him.
As Anthony went into her office he saw Sally going over to the other girls with a big smile on her face. He closed the door and shuddered.
Mrs Trent was sitting at her desk. She smiled up at him.
"Welcome on your first day," she said. "Have you met the girls?"
"Er yes," Anthony said.
"All ready to get started are you?" Mrs Trent said.
"Yes," Anthony said wondering what she wanted.
"Good. Now I'll get right to point because I'm busy today," Mrs Trent said in a very business-like way but Anthony thought he could see a smirk playing on her lips. "When I first interviewed you I explained about the dress code here and I see that you have worn a suit as I asked. However, I prefer my girls to wear something a little more feminine. After all, we are an all-women's office."
"Okay," Anthony said. He had a bad feeling about this.
"I understand from Sally that you like wearing panties," Mrs Trent said.
It wasn't a question and there was no point in denying it.
"Yes," Anthony squeaked and he felt his face burning again.
"Are you wearing panties now?" Mrs Trent said.
"Yes, I am," Anthony managed to say but he wished the floor would swallow him.
"Well in that case there is no reason why you should wear women's suits on top of them. Starting from tomorrow you will work in feminine attire only. If you want to travel in men's clothes that is up to you but you will change as soon as you are here and work as one of the girls. Is that clear?"
"Yes," Anthony said.
"That will be all," Mrs Trent said and waved him out of the office.
As Anthony left the office he found all the other girls sitting round waiting for him. They pretended to be working but he could see them glancing at him and giggling throughout the day. But that was nothing compared to the giggles he got the next day when he arrived for work as Mrs Trent had demanded and she kept calling him 'Tina'...
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A new groom becomes a feminized husband

Justin could resist the temptation of feeling like a bride
It was the day after the wedding and Justin lay in bed thinking. His new bride Sharon had tried to convince him to get out of bed and come with her to have some breakfast He pleaded being tired and that he would join her soon. With a shrug Sharon left the room but Justin was in no hurry. He had other plans before breakfast. Sharon's wedding dress hung in the closet where she had hung it the night before. Sharon wouldn't be back for a while and it was such a beautiful dress.
Sharon didn't know anything about Justin's cross dressing. He hadn't had the courage to tell her and was satisfied instead to try on the occasional pair of panties while she was in the shower. The way he saw it now that they were married he would have access to her clothes anytime he wanted. But a wedding dress! That was something special. Every girl loves to try on a wedding dress and so Justin felt he was no exception. The dress was rented and would be returned later that day so now was his chance.
He got out of bed quickly went to Sharon's things were he found a pair of pink flowery panties. As he pulled them on he could feel his girly side taking over and by the time he had fastened one of her bras on he was quivering at the thought of trying on the dress.
He put on a pair of socks and some black high heels and then turned his attention to the dress. There was a beautiful frilly petticoat that went under the dress to make sure the skirt had the right shape. He pulled on the petticoat and checked his reflection in the mirror. Next he tried pulled on the dress and withe a lot of twisting and turning managed to zip is up at the back.
Justin stood in front of the mirror and admired himself. The skirt of the dress flowed out from his waist over the petticoat and when he twisted and turned the skirt flew up and out just like it had on Sharon the night before.
He heard a voice outside and recognized it as Sharon. She was saying something to one of the other guests. Justin flew to the closet and tried to undo the dress but the zipper was stuck. He tried to pull the dress off over his head but Sharon already had the key in the lock. He tried to dash to the bathroom to buy some time but the dress was stuck over his head with all the frills of the skirt he couldn't find his way.
He was still standing there with the skirt over his head, pink panties exposed when he heard Sharon's gasp behind him.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
Justine could feel his face burning as he tried to untangle himself from the dress. To add to his shame Sharon just sat on the bed watching him.
"Well, it seems like my husband is a bit of sissy, doesn't it?" she said in that voice she used when she was annoyed and wouldn't take any talk back. She didn't wait for an answer.
"There are going to be some changes in this marriage starting with who wears the pants," she continued. "And you are going to be a good girl about it, aren't you? Unless you want your panty-wearing made official on our divorce document."
"Yes dear," Justine said in defeat.
"From now on you can call me 'Miss' for a start," she said with a dangerous looking smirk...

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Forced feminized for the New Year

Kevin's New Year will be one to remember
Kevin slowly drifted awake. His head was pounding and he still felt dizzy. It was too much to open his eyes but he tried to remember what had happened. It had been New Year's Eve, he had gone to a popular bar looking for women and he had found them. A whole group of women in town for a women's business convention. He worked his charm and soon had their undivided attention. As the drinks flowed so did his inhibitions and that was the last he remembered.
He tried to open his eyes and his head rang with pain. Kevin groaned, and he heard a giggle from somewhere near him. Then there were some feminine whispers and a something flashed, probably a camera. There were more flashes and some more giggling. He pried open his eyes and found himself in the lobby of an unfamiliar hotel. The group of women from the bar were standing all around him taking pictures. Kevin licked his lips and they tasted funny, as though they were covered in lipstick. He looked down for a moment he thought he was still dreaming. He was wearing nothing but a black bra and lace panties and stockings and heels. He brought his hand up to rub his head and found he was wearing a blonde wig. There was something tied around his neck too; it seemed to be a very feminine and frilly bow-tie. He had been completely feminized even to the point of removing all his body hair.
"Rise and shine girly-boy!" shouted a happy voice and the women burst into laughter as more cameras flashed.
Kevin looked around him in a panic as the women beamed at him and then to his horror they turned around and marched off towards the convention room.
"Where are my clothes?" he asked.
One of the women gave him a cheeky smile and shrugged as she disappeared out of the room.
He looked around at the reception desk. There were two young women from the hotel staff looking at him with smirks on their faces but they quickly looked down and made themselves busy with the hotel registry. He could see that they were laughing so hard they were shaking.
He tried to stand up but he was still too dizzy. The chair he was on faced the entrance to the hotel and as he watched three buses arrived outside. The doors opened and dozens of women poured out of them heading straight for the hotel...
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Taylor gets his own back

Taylor's leering gets him into trouble
Taylor was a man's man, or so he liked to think. Working on the construction site with the rest of the gang they liked nothing more than to keep an eye out for any women who wandered within range of their catcalls. Taylor's girlfriend Jo had had enough of her man's leering and she decided to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
That night she made him dinner, steak and chips just the way he liked it with a beer to wash it down. Then she offered to massage his back to help sooth away a long day on the site. Taylor was happy to have his woman make him feel good and what with the good food, the beer, Jo's soft hands rubbing his back, and her even softer voice cooing to him, he quickly became putty in her hands. Taylor might be hard around the work site but he was easy to hypnotize and Jo had him under her spell within ten minutes. She sat back and looked at Taylor as he lay flat out and mesmerized.
Jo worked on Taylor for several hours that evening. She removed every hair below his neck and smoothed his legs over with moisturizer. She plucked his eyebrows into a delicate arch and shaved his armpits, and feminized his body in every way she could.
The following morning when Taylor woke up he noticed nothing different. Jo had instructed him to be completely comfortable with how he looked as though it was the most natural thing in the world. She helped him get dressed and then gave him one final instruction.
"And remember Baby, you will wake up as soon as some calls you by your name."
Then she drove him to work as she always did and after dropping him off watched him walk into the construction site ready for another day of labor.
The guys at the construction site didn't take long to spot the sexy girl coming their way. With her halter top and smooth shoulders, tight jeans and heels she had all of the undivided attention. What's more, she wasn't just walking past the site she was coming in.
The catcalls and whistling reached a crescendo as the crew gathered around to see just what the little lady wanted. The men went wild as the girl began to climb the stairs to the foreman's office giving them a perfect display of her behind in her tight blue jeans.
It was only once Taylor was right in their midst that the foreman finally recognized him.
"Hot damn! It's Taylor," he shouted and the gang fell into a shocked silence quickly followed by hoots of laughter and jeering.
Across the street Jo smiled as she put the car into gear and drove off.
"Have a fun day at work Baby," she laughed to herself.
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Strip poker sissification

Alfie learns a thing or two about playing games
When the girls suggested to Alfie they play Strip Poker he couldn't believe his luck. He played a regular game with some friends every week so he knew his way around a poker table. This would be a game to remember.
Alfie arrived at Sharon's apartment to find that she wasn't alone. Sharon had asked him over to help her set up her wireless router and he had been looking forward to it all day. Spending some time alone with Sharon would be fun, however when he arrived he was disappointed to see that she wasn't alone. Sharon's best friend Carol was there and she introduced him to her cousin Mandy who was visiting from out of town. To make matters worse, Sharon told him she had fixed the router herself. Alfie was about to leave but Sharon stopped him and asked if he would like to hang out anyway. Alfie took one look at the three young women and agreed. After all, all three of them were gorgeous. They hadn't been talking for long before Mandy suggested they play strip poker. To his surprise, the other girls agreed, even seemed quite keen on the idea. Alfie looked at what the girls were wearing and smiled to himself. Sharon was wearing a skirt with a tight top, Carol was wearing a top with a denim miniskirt and black lycra leggings underneath, and Mandy was wearing pink yoga pants with a matching top. With his poker experience it wouldn't be long before all three of these women would be wearing nothing at all. Mandy volunteered to be the dealer and no one objected.
They sat down to play and before long Sharon had lost both her socks, Mandy was down to one sock, and Carol had taken off her top to reveal she was wearing a camisole underneath. Alfie rubbed his hands together.
"Let's raise the stakes a little," he suggested and nearly burst out laughing when the girls all agreed. He couldn't wait to see their panties in the pot.
The next few hands passed in a flash and Alfie was stripped down to his boxers and the girls had won back all of their clothes. He had to win the next hand. He started with a pair of queens but was beaten by Carol's three aces.
The girls beamed at him as he peeled off his underwear and then made various comments about how he looked, none of them complimentary.
To his relief the girls suggested they continue playing although he had nothing to stake.
"That's okay," Carol said," we'll just stake clothes that you can put back on."
That seemed like a fine idea to Alfie until he lost the next round. He reached for his boxers to put them back on but Carol took away his clothes.
"No Aflie, not your clothes, ours," Carol said with a mischievous grin. "Sharon, find some panties for Afie to wear."
Alfie hoped that Sharon would decline but his horror she jumped up and ran to her room to get a pair of black satin panties.
Aflie blushed bright red as he pulled on the sexy underwear.
They continued playing and before long Alfie was wearing a sexy black chemise to go with his panties. Carol was missing one sock but other than that the girls were fully dressed. Then he lost another hand.
The girls were laughing so hard they could barely play.
Alfie had had enough but the girls wouldn't give him his clothes back until he won them one piece at a time.
They played on for another three hours by which time Alfie was dressed up in a black cocktail dress with fishnet stockings, high heels and plenty of make-up. The girls didn't stop teasing him about how cute he looked. He had also been made to perform a Beyonce song for their entertainment and for the last half an hour was forced to talk in a small girls voice and call all the girls 'Miss'. He was also now committed to clean both Sharon and Carol's apartments on Sunday wearing only an apron and some frilly panties that Carol would provide.
It was getting late and the girl had had enough. They decided to let Alfie go on condition that he play again for a revenge match.
As soon as he was gone the girls collapsed with laughter.
"You'd be amazed at the tricks you learn working as a card dealer in Vegas," Mandy said. "Looks like you girls have just won a housemaid."

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A surprise goes wrong

Raymond thought sneaking into the girls' dorms would be a big surprise
Raymond couldn't contain his curiosity to see his girlfriend Sonia and find out what she and her friends would get up to at their sorority house. They were planning on spending a whole week together bonding and Raymond wanted to be part of the action. He snuck in through a first floor window and made his way to Sonia's room. The only problem was that someone saw him climbing in and now campus security was swarming around the building.
Raymond was feeling pretty pleased with himself as he climbed up a tree and then made his way in through the window. Sonia had told him that her room was on the top floor and as he made his way across the darkened room he could hear the girls partying on the ground floor. Although the room was dark he could smell the scent of perfume and women's deodorants in the air and from the light coming in through the drawn curtains he could make out the shapes of unmade beds and clothes strewn across the floor. He opened the door a crack and listened to the shrieks and laughter coming from below. He heard someone coming along the corridor and quickly moved back into the room. A blonde girl wearing black lycra leggings and a tight top walked past him carrying a bottle of wine walked past him and disappeared down the stairs. Raymond waited a few moments and heard the wild cheer as the blonde girl entered the party and then he slipped out of the room and headed for the stairs. He quickly ran up to the top floor and looked for Sonia's room that her name on the door and her two room mates, Jill and Debbie. He opened the door and slipped in.
The room was cluttered with the girls' clothes and things. A blue lace bra that Raymond recognized as Sonia's was hanging from a half open closet door and near one of the beds. On the other side of the room several brightly colored satin thongs were lying on an unmade bed. Raymond picked some of them up and saw a sweater on the bed that had 'My name is Debs' written on the front. Raymond smiled to himself and the thought that he now knew that Debbie wore sexy thong underwear. A denim miniskirt and bright red body was strewn on the third bed that must have belonged to Jill.
Raymond was about to hide in Sonia's cupboard by curiosity got the better of him. He went over to Jill's closet and opened the top draw. It was filled with lace cotton in every color. Jill was a hot red-head that all the guys fancied and he had often wondered what she wore under her clothes. He dug around a bit in the drawer and found some satin and lace bras with styles similar to the panties.
He was interrupted when he heard the sounds of many girls coming up the stairs.
Raymond quickly climbed into Sonia's closet and shut the door. He was squeezed between a velvet bodysuit and a long denim skirt and in the confined space he could smell the clothes and the faint perfume that lingered on them.
The girls were getting closer and shrieking wildly and then he heard the sirens outside. The noise was getting louder and he heard many people shouting outside the building.
A moment later the door banged open and Sonia, Jill, and Debbie came into the room.
Raymond jumped out of the cupboard with a big grin.
"Surprise!" he shouted feeling very pleased with himself and even more so because all three girls were wearing only lingerie. Jill was wearing a pink lacy camisole and panties, Debbie a pale blue flowery bra and panties, and Sonia a pink rose-patterend bra and pantie. Raymond took a good look at Jill and Debbie who both looked amazing in their lingerie sets.
The girls looked at him for a moment in shock and then collapsed into laughter, but they seemed to be laughing at him rather than with him.
"What's so funny?," he asked nervously.
"Somebody is in a lot of trouble," Sonia said with glee. "You were spotted climbing in and the police are about to sweep the building to arrest you."
Raymond felt his heart sink into his stomach. Being arrested for burglary was the last thing he needed.
"I'll just wait in here," he said.
"Not good enough," laughed Jill with glee. "There have been a lot of break-ins recently and they want to search all the rooms. That's why we came back. We have to wait in our rooms until they finish the search."
"What will I do?" Raymond asked in a panic.
"Only one thing for it, you have to disguise yourself as a one of us," Sonia said. "Come on girls, get him!"
Before Raymond could argue the happy girls dragged him off to the bathroom where they began to take off his clothes. Not that he minded being stripped by three cute women but he didn't like where this was going.
"Now just hold on, what are you doing?" he asked.
"We are feminizing you of course," Sonia said. "Unless you would rather wait for the police."
Raymond knew he had no choice and had to passively let the girls remove all his clothing. Then they set to work with their razors shaving his body all over. They smoothed moisturizer over his tingling skin and then began plucking his eyebrows.
Jill brought him a black wig to wear and Sonia found him a lingerie set to put on. The set was a lacy panty and fitted strapless camisole that looked very flimsy and transparent.
Until now it had all been good fun but now that he was about to made into a girl he was beginning to have doubts. It would be great to boast about his escapade in the girls' dorms afterwards but not if he had to admit he was forced feminized to get away with it.
"I don't know if I can do this," he said.
"Nonsense," Debbie replied. "I'll bet you checked out all our sexy lingerie while you were in the room alone so don't pretend you don't like girly underwear."
Raymond blushed bright red and the girls gave him a knowing laugh.
He tried to think of a way out of the situation but it was too late to back out now. He could hear the walkie-talkies of the security personal as they came up the stairs to the floor they were on.
Now they were knocking on the first door down the hallway. Raymond took a deep breath and pulled on the silky panties and camisole. The girls stood back to admire their work and gasped.
"You really are a very pretty girl," Debbie said with a smirk.
The girls immediately rushed to get their cameras and started taking pictures. Raymond couldn't complain because he was worried the security staff would hear his male voice.
A moment later there was a knock as the door.
The girls's beamed at him and then Jill swung open the door. Two female security staff with flashlights marched into the room and looked around. They took one look at Raymond, knew they had found their man.
"Nice panties, but they aren't really your size," said one of the security women with a smirk as they moved towards him.
"Sorry Raymond, we tried our best," Sonia said with a cheerful grin. "But that will teach you not to go sneaking into girls' rooms."
Raymond collapsed against the wall and began to sob. It was all going horribly wrong. But the worst was yet to come. The security officers didn't let him changed back but marched him out of the building wearing only the panties, bra, and black wig. As he passed down each floor all the girls gathered to whistle and give him catcalls.
Although he wasn't thrown out of the college, from that night on all of the girls on campus would only ever call him 'Rachel' and never Raymond.

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Crossdressing without permission

Bill dallies too long at the mirror
Bill flitted down the stairs swinging his hips as he went. His high black heels clicked loudly across the floor and his satin chemise moved smoothly against his body. He could feel the black pantyhose fitting snugly to his legs as he walked.
He quickly ran into the living room and looked out of the window. The girls could be back at any moment. He had let himself in to Samantha and Jill's apartment with the spare key they had left by him. He was their friendly neighbor and they felt safe leaving a key with him in case of emergency but he had other plans. Bill loved the way the girls dressed. They always wore fashionable girly clothes. Silk shirts and short skirts, flowery dresses, leggings and tight jeans. Bill couldn't wait to get into their rented home and see what lingerie the women wore. He wasn't disappointed. Their drawers were filled with satin items, lacy panties and beautiful bras. He found the cream and black lace chemise he was wearing now added matching bra and panties and black pantyhose. The high heels finished off his outfit and he walked around feeling more like a woman then he ever remembered. It was one thing to wear sexy women's clothes, but to wear the clothes of sexy women was quite something else. He knew the girls were due back some time so he regularly went to check from the front window, peering through the blinds to see if they were coming. He had let himself in through the back door so he would have time once he saw their car enter the street to make his escape.
He walked up to the window heels clicking loudly and looked down the street. All was clear. As he moved away something blue caught his eye. It was Samantha's blue Honda, parked down the other end of the street. The girls must have slipped by while he was admiring himself in the hall mirror. He tried to look out of the window to see if they were coming yet but then he heard the key quickly turning in the front door. He was trapped in the living room and the only way out was to go to the corridor where the front door just opened and he heard Samantha and Jill come in.
"I'm telling you Sam," said Jill's voice, "I heard someone in heels in here."
"It must be Susan, my sister," Samantha said. "I gave her a key so she could let herself in today."
"Hi Susan!" called out Jill and Bill heard the girls marching towards the living room where he was still cowering by the window frozen to the spot...

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Forced feminization for a naughty boy

The girls get their revenge on Rob
Rob took one look at the dress and felt his heart sink into his stomach. It was white with red polka dots and red satin sash tied across the middle.
"Forget it, I'm not wearing that," he said firmly.
"Oh but you are," cooed Samantha, "because if you don't we'll tell everyone how you were going through our underwear."
Rob felt his cheeks burning red, as red as the dots on the dress that Samantha and her roommate Abby were holding up in front of him.
For two weeks he had been sneaking in through the window to the girls' apartment to go through their underwear drawer. He just loved the pretty colors of the different panties and the smoothness of their satin lingerie.
He was always very careful to put everything back in place and thought he was getting away with it until Samantha e-mailed him a webcam clip that clearly showed him going through her things. She had left on the cam of her computer because she suspected someone was going through her clothes and caught him red-handed. The message told him to come over right away and when he did the girls told him that as a punishment he had to wear the clothes that they would give him.
Then they came out with the red dress.
But Rob knew the alternative was worse. If Samantha sent out the video to her friends he would be finished. He had no choice but to agree.
To his horror the girls insisted on feminizing him first so that he would look 'proper'. The shaved his legs and plucked his eyebrows and then gave him a red satin lingerie set of bra and panties to wear together with white fishnet stockings that felt strangely comfortable on his smooth legs. Then he was forced to put on the dress. When he looked in the mirror felt his face burning. The skirt was very wide and very short and barely covered his panties.
But the girls weren't done yet. They gave him a wig to wear and by now he really did look like a cute girl.
Samantha and Abby could barely stop laughing long enough to give him instructions but then they started getting ready to go out.
"Come on," Abby said, "were are all going out to get a hot chocolate."
"I'm not going anywhere like this," squealed Rob.
"Oh yes you are sissy-boy," snarled Samantha giving him a sharp smack on the bottom. "Because if you don't I have some e-mailing to do."
Rob was nearly in tears as the girls opened the door and led him out into the street...

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Feminization quickie: Changed forever

A wife's feminization of her husband has an unexpected turn
Andy made the last finishing touches to his make up, smoothed down his skirt and took a deep breath as he checked his reflection in the mirror. Everything looked fine, from his white heels to his matching skirt and blouse. He went downstairs to the living room and waited nervously until he heard his wife's key turning in the front door lock...
As Patty came in through the door she was thinking about the appointment she had to arranged with her hair stylist for the next day and she was surprised to see a smartly dressed woman smiling at her from the living room. A moment later she realized it was her husband Andy.
"Andy!" she shrieked, "what are you doing?"
But she could see exactly what he was doing. He was dressed as a woman. He was wearing her white knee-length skirt, her white blouse and she could just make out one her white lacy bras underneath. White silk stockings and heels finished the look.
"We need to talk," Andy said, "it's all to do with Halloween."
The weekend before the couple had gone to a Halloween party and Patty had suggested that Andy go as a girly-girl. At first he had been against the idea but she talked him into and they spent the weekend getting him ready in a short pink outfit with matching stockings and heels. By the time she had finished with him her husband looked like an adorable young woman and he had been a big hit at the party.
But for Andy, as his wife feminized him, something had changed. He noticed how good his legs and arms felt to be smooth and hairless. When he pulled on the soft pink cotton panties that Patty gave him to wear it struck a note deep inside him. As he fastened the bra across his chest he began to feel a connection to his feminine side. The pink blouse and flouncy miniskirt felt light and comfortable in way that his clothes never did. He loved the click of his heels as they had walked to the car and at the party all the women had crowded around him, not to tease him, but rather to compliment him on how he looked. By the end of the evening Andy felt a glow inside that he had never known before. He almost cried when they returned home and had to take off the pretty clothes he was wearing.
All this Andy explained to Patty as she listened in silence no knowing what to say.
"All week long I have questioned the way I felt but there was only one answer that made sense," Andy said. " I want to live as a woman, I want to be one of the girls."
For a long while Patty could only stare at her husband in shock but slowly she began to see how sincere he was. Finally she hugged him and felt his whole body shudder with relief.
"Well, we'll have to make some changes around her if you are going to be a girl," she said. "For a start we'll call you Andrea and I suppose I had better book you session at the hair salon too."
Andy nearly cried with joy and got up to fetch Patty the phone.
"Oh and Andrea," Patty said with a mischievous smile on her face. "I don't mind you borrowing my things but we will have to get you some more lingerie too or there won't be enough to go around."
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Forced feminization for Halloween

Jimmy should have chosen something else for Phoebe to wear
Halloween was fast approaching and Phoebe promised her boyfriend Jimmy that he could come to the party she was throwing at her place. Jimmy suggested that he be allowed to choose her costume and Phoebe agreed. She surprised Jimmy by being thrilled when he came home with a sexy maid's costume.
Phoebe asked that Jimmy come over on Friday night to help her set up the party for Saturday night. Jimmy had decided on a vampire costume for himself but they both knew that it was Phoebe's maid outfit that would be the star of the evening. Jimmy kept pestering Phoebe to try on the costume but she would only say "wait and see". After dinner they went over the guest list and Jimmy was delighted to see that only Phoebe's female friends were invited. This promised to be a night to remember.
The following morning Phoebe even offered to give him a back-rub and there was no way he was going to refuse that.
As she rubbed his back Phoebe spoke to him in a soft voice, relaxing him and bringing into a state of deep hypnosis. Before long Jimmy was entirely under her control and she quickly got to work.
Later that night her guests began to arrive and were delighted to be greeted at the door by a sexy young maid wearing a uniform that barely reached to top of her thighs.
It took most of them several minutes to figure out that 'Gemma the Maid' was in fact Jimmy the Boyfriend.
Phoebe explained that once she had hypnotized Jimmy she had spent the afternoon force feminizing him to be a perfect maid.
"You mean he has no idea that he is dressed as a maid," asked Judy, who had come to the party dressed as a dominatrix.
"None at all for now," Phoebe said. "He even thinks he is a girl."
Jimmy, or rather Gemma certainly behaved like a girl. He couldn't stop giggling and was very willing to serve the girls.
The girls made the most of their maid throughout the evening and had 'Gemma' running to kitchen to bring them food and drink as they celebrated. They photographed him performing his duties and he always seemed very eager to please. They had the most fun asking him to pick things up that they had 'dropped' because each time he bent over he exposed his bottom and the black silk frilly thong panty that Phoebe had given him to wear. Each time he bent over the girls gave a loud cheer and 'Gemma' would blush bright red and try to cover himself up.
Towards the end of the evening Suzy, dressed as a sexy pirate wanted to know what would happen when Phoebe woke Jimmy up.
"Well," said Phoebe with a grin. "Let's find out right now!'
As the girls gathered around in a circle she snapped her fingers three times and commanded: "Gemma, you are now Jimmy again!"
Jimmy felt himself waking up and was puzzled to find himself standing surrounded by a gang of women in sexy Halloween costumes all laughing hysterically at him. A moment later he looked down and saw the way he was dressed...
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TG caption quickie: A big improvement in his image

Martin had no idea how far his sister would go in improving his image
Martin has asked his sister to help him develop a new look. He knew she was an accomplished witch and would be able to make some dramatic changes. His sister Lynn was more than happy to help but Martin was less than pleased with the results.
"Come on Lynn, change me back," Martin pleaded from his sister as she rolled around on the couch laughing herself silly.
A few moments ago he had been wearing shorts and a T-shirt now he when he looked in the mirror he saw a gorgeous brunette with a perfect figure and beautiful long legs. He was wearing a semi-sleevless black top, a short tight figure-hugging purple miniskirt and black pumps. Underneath he could feel a satin bra against his chest and what felt like a pair of tanga panties. He didn't dare admit that though he looked stunning and actual liked the way his body felt now and the way his clothes moved with his body. However, he had no intention of staying that way although Lynn didn't seem to be in a hurry to turn him back.
"Lynn, I don't want to be a stupid girl I want to be a boy!" he wailed.
Martin saw his sister's eyes flash.
"And what's wrong with being a girl? If you prefer I'll just turn you into a toad. Or perhaps a newt, that would suit you better."
Lynn moved towards him with a menacing look in her eyes.
"No, that's fine, thank you. This is nice, I mean thank you, of course it is a pleasure to be a girl. But can I please have my old body back now?"
"You don't really think I would waste my feminine powers on improving a boy do you," Lynn scoffed. "These powers are for girls only. Anyway, I think you look much better like that although you mustn't scowl like that. It's very unladylike."
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A pretty boy is force feminized to entertain the girls

When Ian woke up to find his girlfriend had made arrangements for the evening's fun
Ian woke up when the light turned on. He looked around him as he tried to focus his eyes. He was in a basement with bare walls although there was a carpet on the floor.
"Wake up pretty boy," said a familiar voice from above him. He looked up at the stairs leading to the basement door and got a shock that woke him up.
Hannah, his girlfriend was standing at the top of the stairs. However, it was what she was wearing that had distracted him from his own attire. Hannah usually wore jeans and a T-shirt but now she was wearing a sexy corset, black stockings and suspenders, high heels, and sexy satin elbow length gloves. Her blonde hair was blown out and as she stood provocatively looking down at him she looked like the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
"Hannah, what's going on?," he asked barely able to take his eyes off her legs to look her in the face.
"We've been waiting for you to wake up Pretty Boy," Hannah said. "Come on, the girls are waiting for you."
"The girls?" Ian asked. "What girls?"
From behind Hannah Ian could hear the sound of many girls voices laughing and joking as music played.
"The girls. We are at Betsy's house for a little girl-only fun and you are the main event," she said
His mind went back to earlier in the day when Hannah had said she was going to spend the evening with the girls. She had seemed very coy about something and offered to bring him a beer. That was the last he remembered.
"That beer I gave you had a little something in it to help you relax," Hannah said with a smirk. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her hips swayed seductively as she did it.
"The girls have been teasing me about what a sissy you are and how much better you would look as a woman so we decided to try it out for real. While you were out, we feminized you and fixed you up in that delightful outfit you have on now."

With a jolt Ian realized that he was wearing a long white gown that was so thin it did nothing to hide the tiny thong panty he was wearing underneath. He had heels on his feet and blonde wig was fastened to his head. He could feel the make-up on his face and his entire body was smooth and hairless. A pair of latex breasts were fastened to his chest with glue to complete the look.
"What have you done to me?" he asked in a panicked voice.
"Oh come on, you look delighful," Hannah purred and despite himself Ian felt himself giving in to her voice. "The girls are waiting to meet you, come on up Pretty Boy."
Ian backed into the corner tottering slightly on his heels
"You must be joking. I'm not going anywhere like this," he said.
"Either you come up right now or some of the girls will come down there and fetch you themselves," Hannah responded with an evil smile."
Ian knew just how wild and lively Hannah's friends could be and knew he would be no match for them.
"Where's our little sissy boy?" shouted a voice from outside the basement and a chorus of girls' voices gave a huge cheer in response.
Hannah gave Ian a knowing look and Ian knew he had no choice. Slowly he began to climb the stairs to meet his fate at the hands of the girls.
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The Ladies Finishing school

Nadia sends Harry to learn some manners at school
Nadia was fed up with her boyfriend Harry's unruly behavior and then she saw an ad in the paper that a 'finishing school for young ladies' was now taking boys as well. Harry was all for it because he though spending all day with a bunch of girls would be a lot of fun.
So the next day Nadia packed him off to school. When she came to collect him at the end of the day she couldn't believe her eyes.
At first Nadia couldn't find Harry among all the pretty girls waiting to be collected. One by one the girls left until there was only one left. As soon their eyes met Nadia knew it was Harry, but what a change! For a start was wearing what appeared to be a uniform only it was a skirt. His smooth legs had lacy socks on the end of them and on his feet were open toed heeled sandals. But it was the way Harry was standing that shocked her the most. Rather than the arrogant man she had left that morning, Harry was now a simpering little girl.
Before she could say anything Harry skipped over.
"Hello Aunty Nadia, thank you for collecting me," he said as he climbed into the car.
"Harry, what have they done to you?" she asked.
"Firstly, my teacher Miss Donna says that my name is 'Harriet' from now on," Harry said as he played with is long blonde hair.
"Er, okay," Nadia said trying not to laugh and wondering if was all a joke. "What did you do today?"
"Well," Harriet said is a very girly voice. "I don't remember the morning to well but I woke on a bed with earphones on a nice lady's voice telling me to wake up. When I got up I was wearing only a training bra and my panties but there was this uniform by the bed so I put it on. Then Miss Donna came and took me to class with all the other girls."
"I see," Nadia said and making a mental note to read the small print of the schools brochure when she got home.
"Yes, Miss Donna introduced me as a 'special girl' and all the girls were very sweet and they told us we have to wear our uniforms everyday now for school and we will learn all about being polite and how to put on our make up and how to sit at the table like a lady and, and, and, lots of nice things," Harriet enthused.
"Well, you seem very happy," Nadia laughed, "but I think we may have to get you some more clothes to wear for after school too. I suspect you won't like your old clothes any more..."
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TG caption quickie: Teasing the watcher

Timothy made the most of the unwanted attention
Timothy knew he was being watched. He could see the shape of the watcher in the shadows across the street. He smiled to himself. It had been a good evening, but it was just about to get even better. He positioned himself in front of the window and began to get undress.
Timothy had spent the evening at home en femme. He knew he looked good, very good even. With his careful make up , long wig tied in a ponytail, and killer legs he had never been read and he enjoyed every moment as he swished around his apartment in a nice top and a mid-thigh length skirt with heels.
Then he noticed someone watching him from across the street. The girls in the neighborhood had been complaining of a stranger trying to watch them at night and now Timothy realized it was his turn.
Slowly he undid his skirt and let it fall to the floor. His white top barely covered his tummy and knew that he looked good in the bikini panties he was wearing. He teased his way around the room and out of the corner of his eye he saw the shape in the shadows move to try and get a better look. Timothy chuckled and pulled his top over his head turning his body with perfect timing so that he had his back to the window. From behind, no one would know he wasn't the beautiful young woman he appeared to be.
He danced a little to music coming from the cd player, swinging his hips to the beat of Shania Twain's 'Feel like a woman'...
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