When I buy my coffee in the morning, the twentysomething clerk always gives me a bigger smile than the other customers get. Women look me over head to toe when they see me. Women hit on me. Men hit on me. My daughter's friends tell me I look great. My wife's friends tell me I look great. Longtime female friends assure me that I'm sexy. The girls at the school where my wife volunteers tell me I look sexy. I did as told, and all watched me, as my aunt wrapped a towel around me outside the conservatory. Aunt held it, while mom, under it, pulled my pants off.

Well, well. It looks like you take this a bit more seriously than you told me. Wait a minute, did Debbie tell you that I'm a makeup artist?” I don’t know why, but I put my smooth nylon covered feet through that slip then pulled up up around my middle while Karen slipped something into the cups of my bra. “This will help fill out that bra of yours!” She exclaimed playfully, kneading the now protruding mounds with her fingers several times. Fiction is fun and I write a lot myself about forced feminisation as a method of punishment. The truth is far more complex in real-life relationships. Alice’s forced feminization was a gift, it gave me control, she is a better person and she’s even more attractive as a girl. It adds a certain spice to our marriage.We prepared as best we could, but as we were both only children, we didn’t have much experience to base our preparations on. Month Two The early days of the pregnancy seemed quite easy for both of us, but after some weeks, over the space of a few days I found myself scratching my chest increasingly often and I was concerned that there was something wrong. There was no obvious rash and the only redness was where I had been scratching myself. I don't care if that's what you like to do, but stealing my things is wrong. You violated my trust. I thought we were friends.”

My own husband was more reluctant and he needed stronger encouragement. I would say that was because he didn’t realise he wanted to be feminised so I had to overcome his inner social conditioning. I was his guide. I don’t profess to have ever passed successfully as a woman, let’s just say I have gotten away with it because no one noticed or cared but the fear that something bad could happen was ever present. Having said that even people who figured me out had no idea if my breasts were real and I liked that some may have assumed they were especially when I wore blouses that were sheer enough to show off my bra straps and a lacy camisole too. Instances like these had me proud to have a very noticeable bust and it brought me deeper into my feminine side. Your desire for Alice to become physically more like the girl you want him to be is what many of us desire and if he’s anything like me he knows you are right when you bring the subject up. They would affect her ability to perform. I expect Alice to perform in bed. At the end of the day we are married. I figured it was too late to hide Tim, and he was going to be seen as Tammi, so I just waited for Debbie's reaction.I began to wear more revealing clothes and sort of flirt with him without actually flirting. He would talk about school, and life as if I was one of his buddies. Maybe he was just very shy. Either way, he was great company and always there to talk to about my failing marriage when I felt like it. After a while, I'd worn everything I'd brought with me and wanted to go home to get some fancier clothes. It looked like I'd be staying a while. I had already brought two suitcases full of things, but since I was going to be staying with Debbie for a while I wanted more.