Do not be ashamed of beautiful lingerie. 5 Mar 2021 11:41 PM (3 years ago)

"Oh yes, princess, you feel so feminine in that pink bra and panties! No masculine sensation, really, sweetie?"

"Mr.Merx, I would not like to wear this all the time!" My new high-pitched voice was unfamiliar to me.

"I wish you were! Now you have a real female high soprano! And look at yourself: hormones and castration are doing their job! Your muscles are gone forever, your breasts grows, and the ass becomes round! Your clitty will never be hard! But do not worry, a real vagina will soon take its place! Do not be ashamed of beautiful lingerie. You are becoming a girl! Well, so you quickly got used to your new life, now I will always call you Elena. You will eyeliner and paint your lips every day! And forget about pants! Now only blouses, skirts and pantyhose. Do not be afraid, dear, you will soon get used to it and You will enjoy femininity. And I will help you with hypnosis: we will form your heterosexual female desires: to get married and become a mommy! And call me, your future husband "darling" or "beloved."

You had to be feminized! 5 Mar 2021 1:59 AM (3 years ago)

"My sweetheart is ready to become a mommy! A short dress, black pantyhose with a pattern! And under them, I'm sure, a white lace bra and thongs! Everything in order to excite hubby! Do you remember how you resisted when I just started pumping you with hormones and prepare for the surgeries? You had to be feminized! After all, even with a penis, you have always been a girl: weak, tender, cowardly ...

Okay, honey, my cock is already breaking out of my pants! Get ready, today I will make you a mom! "

Hypnosis helps. 5 Mar 2021 1:52 AM (3 years ago)

"Oh, it's me, honey! Oh, what a pose! It's just hyper feminine! And you said that hypnosis won't help you to become a woman internally! You already automatically keep your knees together! And pantyhose? Three days ago you didn't want to wear them. And today I specially put pants on one side and a skirt with pantyhose on the other. And you did not hesitate to put on a skirt and pantyhose. A few more sessions, and even the thought of wearing pants will disgust you! But do not worry, you will never forget that you were a boy once, I don’t want that! I’m just wildly excited by the thought that when I will fuck you after the wedding, you will be ashamed and resist deep down in your soul. Although, of course, you’ll end up like a normal woman, with moans and orgasm! "

And don't forget about spanking, my dear! 18 Nov 2020 10:37 AM (4 years ago)

"The right to vote?" Forget forever about your old male life! You will never come back in your world! You will have the right to be silly, weak, pretty woman! You will have the right to twitter with your female friends. shopping, jewelery, about your men, about your children.

And, of course, you will have the duties! The duty is to be a virtuous lady. The duty is to wear only dress, skirts with stockings and high heels. The duty is to pray God and attend the Church every Sunday. The duty is to obey to me, your husband. The duty is to be a good housewife. The duty is to spread your legs every night and to take my seed. The duty is to be a mother of my kids.

And don't forget about spanking, my dear!"

God, look what I’ve turned into. 18 Nov 2020 10:32 AM (4 years ago)

God, look what I’ve turned into. Time was, in my world in 2018, I was an independent young man, who wore pants and was not afraid of anyone.

Now, in this world, in the eternal 1950s, I’m a weak, marriying woman, the submissive wife of a big, strong, strict man, whimpering housewife, cringing in fear of a spanking which I will get for forgetting to put on stockings, when we were going to go to church. Here it is believed that the virtuous Christian lady should look feminine, respectable and proper. It mean never pants and always stockings. After spanking, my husband will take me (he do it so always), he wants to make me a mother of another son (we have two daughters and one son already).

I'm a woman now, and I absolutely love it! (continuation of the story by fj) 17 Sep 2020 6:43 AM (4 years ago)

https://lenochkasblog.blogspot.com/2013/01/im-woman-now-and-i-absolutely-love-it.html?zx=2a5d1fdf8cd7f332

My cock is so excited that it's twitching. I have just watched my friend, Max, undress while being thoroughly transformed into a beautiful woman. I've been watching from the doorway the whole time which would be exciting enough! But the whole time my friend has been becoming my wife, she has been talking out loud, describing the changes and her new feelings and those are so hot!!! She is getting herself wet and ready as her knees drift apart so that I could just take her right away if I wanted to. I will fulfill her new wishes. I will hold her down and thrust my penis into her eager new pussy. However, she will wait for that. First, I will lie beside her and tell her how beautiful she is. Then, my fingers will explore her new body with her. I will kiss her all over and suck on many parts of her body before I mount her. Max and I have known each other for so long that we have had plenty of guy-talk together. Max knows what I want in a woman and how I want my woman to behave. I am going to enjoy reminding Max from time to time that she used to be a guy but I will call her "Elena" in public. I want her to enjoy the courtship that will ultimately lead to her impregnation!

I don't want to be with a man! (continuation of the story by fj) 7 Sep 2020 11:51 AM (4 years ago)

https://lenochkasblog.blogspot.com/2013/01/i-dont-want-to-be-with-man.html?showComment=1599500281487#c864617926503687621

Who arranges a marriage for her son now? So old-fashioned! My mother tricked me into coming back to our hometown and showing up at the church in a tuxedo. Why a tuxedo? She lied. She told me that my best friend, Max, was getting married and that he would want me to be in the groom's party. She didn't tell me that I would be the groom! I told her I could pick my own wife. Then, I happened to get a peek at the bride as she scurried by, trying not to let me see her before the wedding. (Or did she do that on purpose?) Anyway, the girl was a total babe! My mother said that she had seen the kinds of girls I picked for myself and they just didn't understand me, that they weren't good enough for her son. Anyway, I thought, maybe this wasn't so bad and, before consummating the marriage, I could break things off after the guests had left. But, when we got to be alone in the hotel room, I got an even better look at my wife's body. Wow!!! And it was like she couldn't wait to get out of that wedding gown. She said "Please help me! I'm crazy with desire for you!!!" and then proceeded to do everything I had ever fantasized that a girl would do. It was like she and I had been talking frankly about sex for years, like we had been drinking together and really opening up about what we liked in women and what we wished we could do with them and every kinky . . .

One night, in bed, I told my wife, Elena, about all those thoughts. We both got excited talking. I also told her that I was sad that Max had not been at our wedding. My wife pouted and said she could improve my mood. I mounted my wife. As I continued to swell inside her, she said "Your mum doesn't lie to you . . . MmmMmmm . . . Max did want you to be the groom!" When I heard that, I stuck my tongue down my wife's throat, my finger into her bum, and my cock up to her cervix. 9 months after that, my mother was handing her infant grandchild, my son, back to my wife and best friend so that the baby could be nursed at her breast.

He wants that I forget my past man's life. (continuation of the story by fj) 24 Aug 2020 1:38 PM (4 years ago)

https://lenochkasblog.blogspot.com/2012/12/he-wants-that-i-forget-my-past-mans-life.html?showComment=1598080434307#c2308919410622713656

It didn't take my neighbour, Max, any time at all to adapt to his new body or to his new role as my wife. She quickly stripped, lay back on the bed and spread her legs to consummate our marriage, without acknowledging that everything about her life was new to her, that she had been a guy just moments earlier. I think she thinks I want her to forget her past man's life but, actually, I hope she says something about it as I bring her to climax! I'm going to take it slow. I'm going to suck on her toes and work my way up. I want her wet and thankful that I made her a woman when I push my way into her.

That was your third wish. (continuation of the story by fj) 17 Aug 2020 2:31 PM (4 years ago)

https://lenochkasblog.blogspot.com/2012/11/that-was-your-third-wish.html?zx=df9da577a4e16a35

It was awkward at first even though she was exactly what I had wished for -- a pretty wife who understood me, loved me, and found me irresistibly attractive. Suddenly, I found myself in a bedroom in a house I had never been in before. On the bed was a pretty woman complaining that she had never said anything about wanting to be a wife. I thought the genie had tricked me and was tormenting me but then the pretty woman (who was wearing no panties) turned in my direction and looked me up and down. She spread her legs, pointed between them and told me "I'm your wife, Elena. Get in here and consummate our marriage!" I could not remember ever having met her so I just stood there but she spread her legs even farther apart and snarled the same order at me. I wasn't going to argue! She knows so much about me and I don't know how. She even knows about my former employee, Max, who went missing. She has this funny habit, when she wants to cum, of telling me that she is Max. It's weird but I always get harder when she says that and she reacts very well to that! The genie didn't give me any more wishes but I got a pretty wife who understands me, loves me, and finds me irresistibly attractive like she can't control herself in our bedroom. I guess that counts as 3 wishes granted!

I never thought that one day I will ever get married. (continuation of the story by fj) 8 Aug 2020 2:20 AM (4 years ago)

https://lenochkasblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/i-never-thought-that-one-day-i-will.html?zx=849db1c3513e0a55

When my parents arrived at the church, they looked right at me and smiled. I was still thinking about what to say to them but Steve showed up and the three of them greeted each other like old friends and spoke to each other as if I had nothing to say (which I didn't.) My parents thanked Steve profusely.

"Mr. and Mrs. Vilnevskiy," he answered them, "you deserve this day. I watched for years as you tried to make a man out of Max. We all deserve a new chapter in our lives."

"Well," said my father, "then we deserve grandchildren too! Make sure you insist on your husbandly prerogative right after the reception tonight!" and he patted Steve on the back, the two of them laughing together.

I am confident," my mother added with a hand placed on Steve's arm, "that Max will be very much agreeable to performing her wifely duties as soon as you make it clear to her that it's time!"

3 whishes. (continuation of the story by fj) 6 Aug 2020 2:17 PM (4 years ago)

https://lenochkasblog.blogspot.com/2012/09/3-whishes.html?zx=6c96b3903c42637c

The genie said that I could have 3 wishes but he said, "Beware, there is always a bad side to wishes." So I said, "I want a wife who is sexy. I want us to be close; I want my wife and me to be best friends. I want to be rich." Well, I should have thought a bit more. The genie turned my best friend, Max, into a sexy wife for me. Before I had a chance to tell the genie that that was not what I had meant, Max was sitting with her legs spread. My pants were gone and a force drew me between Max's thighs. Having my best friend changed from a man into a sexy wife was not exactly what I had expected and, most of the time, Max doesn't seem to remember our old friendship but I must admit that my wife is very sexy. Max is a very receptive lover! Three times a day I slide myself into her pussy and, every time, she is wet even before I touch her! I can always tell when she is about to orgasm because that is when she'll remember that we had been best friends before and she will gasp some comment about it as she cums.

1930s 4 Aug 2020 1:26 PM (4 years ago)

When my parents had gone away... (continuation of the story by fj) 4 Aug 2020 1:08 PM (4 years ago)

The story begins here: https://lenochkasblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/when-my-parents-had-gone-away.html

I couldn't even decide how to reintroduce myself to my parents. How could I explain that the cute and sexy pregnant woman that I now was was their son whom they had left in Steve's care? I felt sure, though, that I had to talk to them alone as soon as I saw them. How surprised I was when they came through the front door and yelled excitedly "There she is!" They hugged me without waiting for me to say anything. Right after that, Steve came through the door and my parents seemed just as happy to see him! My mother kissed him on the cheeks and my father shook his hand firmly with a big grin! My parents told him what a great job he had done on me. Then they chuckled with him and winked at him. "I see she has pleased you enough that the two of you are giving us a grandchild!" my mother gushed. They thanked him and hugged him for making their "dream come true." From then on, I just relaxed and let Steve take me whenever he wanted. In fact, whenever I expected him home, I was sure to be waiting for him in a provocative, encouraging, and receptive pose.

Turkish woman. 4 Jul 2020 11:56 AM (4 years ago)

I saw a pretty girl on the street, her head was a hijab. I told her I wanted to meet her. She told me that her husband forbids her to talk with men. I insist.
"Well," she said, "Do you really want to talk to me?"
"Yes!"
She told an incomprehensible phrase in Turkish. And suddenly I found myself with her in a room. But I was wearing women's clothes and on my head was a hijab!
"What happened?" I asked her high female voice.
"Now we can talk all the time, talking about our husbands, children and household."
"Husbands, children, why I'm wearing a skirt, pantyhose and hijab?" I asked with dismay.
"Of course! Now you Leila, a turkish woman, a proper muslim wife, your husband is discussing business with my husband now, and your two sons play in the next room. Do not worry, you're like myself to talk to me!"

Look at me, my girl... 4 Jul 2020 11:47 AM (4 years ago)

"Look at me, my girl," my mother said to me, "I am very pleased that Steve was able to make a bad young man a propper woman and a good wife, who always wears skirts and pantyhose! And I'll help him make you a good mother to his little daughter!"

Oh, you'll wear them! 4 Jul 2020 11:41 AM (4 years ago)

When my Dad left us in the beginning, my stepmother started acting strangely. First she wouldn't let me get my hair cut. Then she started making me wear different clothes and threw out all my old ones. Then she started telling me to shave my legs, adding that if I didn't, she would do it for me!

By then I knew what she was doing, but there was nothing I could do! My body started changing and I didn't know why- it probably had something to do with my food tasting funny. But it wasn't until she told me "a proper girl wears panties, bras, only dresses, pantyhose and heels," that I stood up for myself.

"I'm not a girl!" I said.

"You don't exactly look like a boy, sweetie," she responded. "Besides, you'll find that I already threw out all your other clothes. "

"I won't wear these! This has gone on long enough!" I yelled back.

"Oh, you'll wear them," she said, "Now you're the same woman as I," she added, pointing to my new smooth crotch. "You are going to stay soft, feminine, ladylike and demure from now on and the rest of your life!"

I gasped.

The joys of womanhood. 1 Jul 2020 10:19 AM (4 years ago)

After a conversation with my neighbor Sarah, I found out what meant be experiencing the joys of womanhood. Sarah cast a spell on me and had transform me into Elena, a 35 year old mother and wife. Now I thought it was bad dealing with dressing like a woman, but today I found out the true meaning of what Sarah was talking about. Today I started my period. Now I must find out what those packages in the bathroom vanity are all about. And after her period is over, the new me will find out my female hormones will make me very horny and will submit to my husband and find my nyloned legs spread apart and in the air, only to find out the other joy of womanhood, a woman's orgasm!

Plan Beta: The First Mate. by FJ 29 Jun 2020 2:09 PM (4 years ago)

The great story written by fj for me.
This requires illustrations. I will find suitable ones over time.

We made a pit-stop on the Moon which was the only point on the voyage to Mars where crew members had an opportunity to back out of the mission. All 6 Gammas did so. I didn’t want to pry so I didn’t ask any of them why. None of them seemed ill and they all seemed to be in good spirits. In fact, they seemed positively giddy. They seemed very excited for an élite group of specially-selected women who had spent months training and would have been the first women to land on Mars but were now giving that opportunity up.
We had always joked that “Gamma” stood for “gynaíkes”, the Greek word for “women” because, on this particular mission, all the Gammas were women but, really, it just referred to general crew members. Captain Steve Merx was the “Alpha” or pilot and I was the “Beta” or first mate.

Mission Control had decided on a total crew of 2 men and 6 women because the goal of the mission was to establish Humanity on Mars. That is, M. C. expected us to land on Mars, set up camp and engage in successful breeding.

2 guys who get along really well sharing 6 totally fit girls under orders to breed “for the good of Humanity”. I know that it sounds like “Heaven-on-Mars for the guys” as my friends kept joking but I was actually kind of relieved when the Gammas called it off. It was a lot of pressure. I had qualms about having sex with someone I wasn’t married to – let alone as many as 6 – and even if Captain Merx and I never ended up doing it with the same crew-mate, the Gammas were sure to chat and compare and I was not confident about that when Merx had everything a woman could want in a man.

The Alpha was sitting in the cockpit, strapped into his seat so I joined him. “Isn’t the mission aborted?” I asked. “I mean, all the female crew have bailed out.”

“Nope,” Steve answered firmly. “M.C. wants us to continue despite that. They have instructed us to read and follow the contingency manual in transit. It should be in that console there.”

As Steve turned the thrusters on, I pushed back against the g-force and opened the console to find a plain booklet that seemed to address nothing more than the very conundrum we were in. I read aloud: “In case of loss to a breeding and population mission of all Gammas who are genetic receivers, the Alpha Captain will mount and breed the Beta First Mate and they will join to do their utmost to fulfill the mission.”

“Well,” I said, “the mission is still going to have to be called off; I’m a man; not a genetic receiver. M.C. should have chosen a woman to be First Mate.”

“Keep reading, Beta Vilnevskiy” instructed Steve, unfazed, “Maybe that situation is covered too.”

Sure enough, under the line I had just read, was this: “In the case of a First Mate who is not already a genetic receiver, he will submit to daily treatment in the Genomic Management Pod in preparation for being bred after landing and camp set-up.”

“Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked incredulously.

“The G.M.P. is located aft,” said Steve.

“I thought it was just for managing strains of crops that we’d be planting on Mars,” I said.

“M.C. thought of everything!” Steve responded with gusto. “Don’t worry, Max, I can handle piloting the ship alone. You just relax, take care of yourself and let the G.M.P. take care of you. Everything will be stellar!”

I briefly felt as though I should be freaked out but the way my Captain spoke actually was soothing and did give me the feeling that everything would be all right. Without saying another word, I got up walked to the Pod and submitted myself.

Every day, Steve would visit with me for a couple of hours. He would comment with a glint in his eye on the progress that he could see I was making. At first his language was clinical but, eventually he was using words like “radiant”, “pretty”, “cute”, “beautiful”, “gorgeous” and I felt more special with each compliment. One day, he gave me a really good shoulder massage and whispered in my ear “Beta, you look absolutely sexy!” By that time, my gonads had ascended into my pelvis and my scrotum had opened up into what I could see would soon be labia and that was the day I first felt the wetness that came with my feminized arousal. I let out a pleasured whimper. Steve stopped the massage. I was worried that I had done something wrong but he handed me a small fuzzy box. I opened it and a beautiful ring was inside. He handed me a dozen red roses as he told me that he had been growing them in the Greenhouse Pod. “Will you marry me, First Mate Vilnevskaya?”

I threw my arms around my Captain’s neck and, for the first time in my life, I cried because of how good I felt. “Of course!” I squealed.

Somehow, Steve managed to arrange for a bishop to celebrate a wedding ceremony with us by live television. I knew the ceremony was important but it was long. The amount of time it takes a signal to go both ways when you’re that far out in space did not help at all. All I could concentrate on was the wedding night that we would have alone in space The estrogen I was now able to produce on my own was way too effective for me to wait until landing to start the breeding part of the mission. The fact that Steve had somehow managed to find room on the ship for a tuxedo and that he looked so good in it did not help my patience any.

After my Alpha had promised to love “Elena” as he would his own body and to care for me and I had promised to love, honour, and obey him, the bishop pronounced us man and wife and thanked us for what we were doing for Humanity.

Steve told me that the Gammas had left clothing in their quarters that would suit me better now. I felt excited at the opportunity to try clothes on and pranced off to see what there was. I was not disappointed. There weren’t any ugly space-suits but beautiful dresses, cute skirts, sexy bras, stockings, and pantyhose. On one of the bunks, there was a bright pink bag with tissue paper sticking out of it and a little card with my old name on it. Inside the card the Gammas had written their names and “Best wishes, Max! Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!!!” One of them had drawn a winking emoji in the card. Inside the bag was a bottle of coconut oil, some perfume, scented soaps, and some very naughty intimate apparel. I put some of that on.

I walked out to the largest window in the ship. We were very close to Mars by now and I was thinking about how the ancient Romans had mistaken the Red Planet for a god – the god of manliness. As I was thinking this, I felt a pair of hands slide around my waist from behind, then Steve’s chest against my shoulders, and his manhood against my bum. He was inhaling the pheromones from my hair and I swooned. We didn’t say anything for a while. We just observed Mars and the stars looking many times larger and brighter than they ever had before.

Eventually, Steve whispered. “Well, First Mate Lenochka, I can’t wait until we land, set up camp, and begin the breeding part of our mission.” At that point, I spun around, shoved my tongue into his mouth as far as I could, swished it around in there, pulled it out again and hissed, “You will NOT wait until we land. This first mate will mate first! You will open my small fuzzy box and enter my cock pit!”

“You’re giving the orders this time!” Steve said as he took me on the floor right next to the huge window. He pounded my fresh new pussy through the crotchless pantyhose I had received as a gift from the Gammas. Between gasps of ecstasy, I managed to squeak, “It’s . . . a . . . ple . . . a pleasure . . . to . . . to serve . . . under . . . you . . . Captain.!”

Later, we woke up in bed. Steve must have carried me there. He was spooning me and I could feel his morning wood against my bottom. I reached for the bottle of coconut oil and began applying it. I started guiding him between my buttocks. He kissed the nape of my neck and said, “Hey, that won’t result in successful breeding!”

“I know,” I said, “we can get back to that later though.”

fj

Men don’t wear PANTYHOSE! Response cap by fj: 29 Jun 2020 1:59 PM (4 years ago)

That was so cute!!! Even after 6 months, Max still has moments.
I was on the way out the door to go to the office when I heard whining from the washroom: "Steve!!! Why do I have to wear pantyhose even under my jeans??? Everyone will think I am some kind of sissy weirdo...." For goodness’ sake, Maddie and I had just taken a shower together!
I don’t think Max has figured out yet that I get even more into Maddie every time I hear her voice say things like “Men don’t wear PANTYHOSE!!!".
As I expected, when I looked into the washroom, notwithstanding Max’ protest, Maddie was deftly sliding pantyhose up those smooth, shapely legs and, when I called her “Sweetie” and told her to come kiss her husband, she pouted, took dainty little steps over to me and pursed her lips. I held her, gave her a nice, long kiss, and, then, gave her a squeeze. Her mood was visibly changed for the better.
After work, I’ll come home with some new stockings and a garter belt. I’ll whisper in her ear not to wear panties under her dress this time, and we’ll go out for dinner. When we return home, I’ll slip her dress off her body in front of our full-length mirror. Max and I are no longer just roommates; Maddie and I are committed to each other as husband and wife. When Max sees how beautiful Maddie looks and sees how her husband wraps his arms around her from behind, he will know that Maddie will be as happy bound to her man as Max frees her up to be.

Men don’t wear PANTYHOSE! 27 Jun 2020 2:23 PM (4 years ago)

"Steve!!! Why do I have to wear panthose even under my jeans??? Everyone will think I am some kind of sissy weirdo...." I asked my roommate.

"Calm down, Max... what seems to be the problem????"

"I’m a MAN, damnit!!! Men don’t wear PANTYHOSE!!!"

"LOL... Have you looked in the mirror lately, honey??? The only person on this planet who thinks you’re any kind of a “man” is you!"

"W-w-what do you mean, Steve???"

"Sweetie, I’ve kept you under hypnotic suggestion for most of the last 6 months.... come on over to the mirror and say hello to “Maddie” and then kiss me - your husband!"

Dr. Yolanda. 27 Jun 2020 1:01 PM (4 years ago)

Dr. Yolanda Smith thinks that all young males should spend at least one month in their mothers bodies to see hard it is to be a woman. Here is a list of things women have to do every day that males never have to worry about.

1) Wear a bra and panties every day. Often pantyhose are required.

2) Deal with that time of the month by using tampons and pantyliners.

3) Sit down to pee

4) Learn how to do your hair and make up to be pretty for hubby.

5) Go shopping for sexy female clothing to show of your sexy pantyhose covered legs.

6) Reward your hubbys sex dreams by letting stick his manhood inside your wanting womanhood.

Who is Dr. Yolanda trying to kid? Being a woman is the greatest gift from God. If you gave a young males a chance at wonderful womanhood, they would never want to go back to their lame old male bodies, And you would be stuck as good for nothing for the rest of your life. How I did it!

My computer program. 27 Jun 2020 9:15 AM (4 years ago)

I had never really been very eoinfortable with my young male body. It just wasn't who I wanted to be. I had been using a body morphing program on my computer to change into a copy of my mother Clare every day shortly after she went to work. All day long I would practice being Clare. I gradually became more and more confident in being my mother and ventured out more often. One day when my mother was out of town visiting her sister and her boss Steve (a big 55 year old man) stopped by to drop off some papers, he was greeted by me wearing my mother's body. I invited him in and we two hit it off so well that somew here between the fourth and fifth orgasm I decided to stay Clare forever. After kissing her boss goodbye I went back to the computer and started on a program to turn my mom into me tonight as she slept.
I succeeded and a month later I became Steve's wife. I like to be a married woman, wear dresses and tights and be filled with my husband every night. My twenty-year-old son Max, thanks to my program, does not remember that he was my mother. He considers himself a very manly man and yesterday made an offer to Steve's daughter.

I felt like Miss America ... 27 Jun 2020 6:53 AM (4 years ago)

I felt like Miss America walking down the steps. My Aunt Sylvia and I had been spending the last few months together learning everything we needed to know to replace the other. Sylvia was my mom's youngest sister, about fifteen years older than me, had two children, and a husband that I ached to be with but told no one of my passions. When Sylvia confided in me one day that the romance was over and she longed for the freedom of her youth 1 made her a deal that she couldn't refuse. I'd had a bodyswap crystal and was swapping for a foxy older woman to swap with and Sylvia fell right in my lap. Now I was Sylvia and getting ready for dinner and a movie with MY husband. I plan on giving him all the desert he can handle tonight, as the former Sylvia is with my old girl friend.

I was new to this. 15 Oct 2019 4:31 AM (5 years ago)

I didn't know what to expect with a big strong mature man. Living in his house wasn't hard, but I didnt know what to do at first.

“What you wanting for, lady? Get over here and service me” he ordered me as I watched him naked on his chair.

“I don't…know what to do…” I muttered.

“Anytime I tell you to do something you do it, simple. Whenever I’m on my chair I expect you close and ready to be at my service.” he explained again. He wasn't mad, more annoyed that his new young wife didn't know much about proper husband and wife roles, I was too young to be married and too naive.

I watched him, admiring his body and looking at the man I’ll be call my husband from now on.

“Come here girl, sit on my lap!” he patted his thigh and gave me a caring look.

“I’m new to this…” I tried to explain my unknowing experience.

“And that’s okay, as your husband I’ll guide you and make sure you are a proper wife for me. I’m your first for everything, from the moment I kidnapped and forcibly feminized you. This is your new life and I’m a man of needs.” he rubbed my flat tummy and kissed my head, “I will show you what I want and you’ll do it, eventually you’ll learn to do things without me telling you. And you will wear only dresses and skirts, always with pantyhose and lacy lingerie! Never pants for you! My little wifey should look as feminine as possible!”

After that conversation I submitted to my role as his wife.

I gave birth to his son afterwards and was ready again, my young body changed into fully female and formed to a more suitable one for him.

He sat on his throne chair watching me bend over to grab something

“Little dolly,” he called me that, not my name or anything else.

“Yes?” I replied.

“Come here!” patting his lap I saw his cock grow a bit, I walked excited and ready for some fucking.

“Yes, my darling.” I sat on his lap, my wet pussy was ready.

“I want another child, I don't want my son being a single child!” he fingered my pussy, feeling it wet and hot, it made him smile, “you’re ready, my little dolly!”

I nodded and lean forward to allow him a great view of my now thick plump ass covered by pantyhose.

“Good girl, now make sure to not spill a drop.” He put down my pantyhose and thongs, his cock entered next and the feeling pushed me to bounce and milk his cock.

He bred me again and again for a week, and a month later I knew I was again pregnant with his baby. Soon I will become a mother of two sons.

Outdoor. 15 Oct 2019 4:12 AM (5 years ago)

"Its too hot to wear a shirt and be on this trail, sweet." he walked with his shirt rolled up, exposing his furry belly and chest to me while we walked a trail with the group.

"But people are around..." I replied shy and embarrassed a bit

"And? How many times do I have to remind you, why you married me, lady?" His face was stern and strict.

I didnt want to marry him, in fact he forced that upon me after he kidnapped and forcibly feminized me. I was 20 and he was 40 at the time when I met him. He walked a trail while I went alone, and thats how he got me. He chased me, groped my ass and started to uave his way with me off the side of the trail. He whispered in my ear when he forcibly fuck my ass hole: "my sweet girl", " my little dolly", "my little wifey", "mommie", etc. I moaned and felt his tongue probe me deeper while I shoved his face deeper in me. After he has filled me with his cum he lifted me up in his arms and said: "Never, dear, and no one will see you in pants again! Only feminine dresses and pantyhose for a mother of my future kids!" After 6 years we have 3 kids with another on the way, and I have forgotten what mean to wear pants or to be without pantyhose outdoor.

"You dont have to remind me..." I rubbed my round belly as he appraoched me and grabbed my ass in pantyhose.

"Good. Now be a good wife and lets find a spot to fuck. Watching your fat ass walk in front of me got me stiff" his cock was tenting his shorts and the other walkers didnt notice.

"Same spot as before?" I knew he was gonna want more than a simple blowjob.

"Yeah, same as before. Its a good spot and never disapoints when breeding you" he patted my belly and gtabbed my had dragging me to the spot he cunted, breed and knocked me up with his kids.

The embarrassment went away as he tugged me with him, my boipussy began to feel hot and sticky, my body now knee what my big hubby was gonna do to me, and I liked how it knew.

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