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'...

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...

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...