Raider of the last panties crossdressing fiction

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Ralph had immediately been swamped by the eager sorority girls. They smacked his ass and squeezed his cheeks and posed with him for photo after photo. After fifteen minutes the sisters pushed him back through the curtain and Lizzie and Martha changed him into a new outfit. This was repeated four times, each outfit more humiliating than the one preceeding it. As the subject of ridicule,
Ralph wished for the ground to swallow him up and every time he was pushed backstage he pleaded desperately for mercy. He cringed at the thought of how many of the photos had already made their way onto Facebook. After much pinching and spanking, the crowd pushed him backstage for a fifth time.

This time we’ve got a very special outfit for you! ‘ Lizzie announced, pulling a lacy black dress over Ralph’s head. Next she pulled a shiny corset around his waist. Without warning Martha grabbed the ties of the corset in her powerful hands and pulled the corset excruciatingly tight. Ralph heaved desperately, barely able to breathe. He settled into tiny uncomfortable breaths feeling like he was on the verge of passing out. Somehow this was ten times worse than being smothered by Martha ‘s giant ass. He heard a click as Lizzie locked it in place with a padlock behind his back before she turned one of the chairs around and sat facing Ralph. ‘That padlock will come off once all of our stolen panties are returned! ‘ she declared. ‘as will these! ‘ she attached two more locks to the tops of Ralph ‘s platform boots.

After a night of being humiliated and degraded, the sun was beginning to rise on Ralph as he tattered slowly away from the sorority house dressed like a goth on fetish night. The painfully tight corset forced him to keep to one tiny step at a time. his platform heels stumbled awkwardly on the cobbled surface as he gradually grew closer to his frat house. Oh my God, he needed to catch his breath from this awful corset! He just prayed no-one would see him in
his feminised form and that he could return the panties to the sorority without being exposed in this sissified state. The twenty-six pairs on his bedroom wall would be no problem. however. he thought despairingly of the sorority president’s pair nailed to the wall of the TV room. The latex thong! With discomfort Ralph readjusted the matching latex panties Lizzie had fitted him with as a reminder and slipped into his frat house.


Aiko’s crossdresser profile fiction

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You have 1 friend in common – Add Aiko as a friend?

Name – Aiko Yoshihiko

Age – 20 years old

Location – Tokyo. Japan

Profession – Psychology Student

About Me

Hi! My name’s Aiko, nice to meet you! Okay here goes nothing…l’m a student living in Tokyo but I like to travel to other places too! Recently I even went to America, it was amazing and I had so much fun. My passions are comics. video games and fashion (cosplay) but more than anything…sooooooo much more than anything I like to make boys all nice and girly. They always resist at first but every time I find some way to get them under my spelL..and then they are all mine lol! l just love to doll them up in pink and purple until you can barely recognise them under the frilly dresses and stockings lput them in. My friend Nishi says I’m obsessed but she likes to join in too, especially when we go to the sissy contests downtown.

Everybody knows me because I always bring the best. most girly boys. It’s the small detaiLs that make the difference…if you want a boy to really feel like a girl you need him
to be in the pinkest prettiest panties. Even if no-one else can see them, he will know they’re there. Heels are important too, the higher and more uncomfortable the better. No way will he feel like a boy when his painted purple toes are squeezed into a pair of six-inch heeLs. If you can’t walk like a boy, you sure can’t think like a boy. In my profile picture you can see me with my dear Colly Wolly. He came to visit me in Tokyo and even though he’s back home now, he will always be my sissy. Soooooo….who eLse wants to be my friend?


Aiko’s crossdresser profile fiction

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You have 1 friend in common – Add Aiko as a friend?

Name – Aiko Yoshihiko

Age – 20 years old

Location – Tokyo. Japan

Profession – Psychology Student

About Me

Hi! My name’s Aiko, nice to meet you! Okay here goes nothing…l’m a student living in Tokyo but I like to travel to other places too! Recently I even went to America, it was amazing and I had so much fun. My passions are comics. video games and fashion (cosplay) but more than anything…sooooooo much more than anything I like to make boys all nice and girly. They always resist at first but every time I find some way to get them under my spelL..and then they are all mine lol! l just love to doll them up in pink and purple until you can barely recognise them under the frilly dresses and stockings lput them in. My friend Nishi says I’m obsessed but she likes to join in too, especially when we go to the sissy contests downtown.

Everybody knows me because I always bring the best. most girly boys. It’s the small detaiLs that make the difference…if you want a boy to really feel like a girl you need him
to be in the pinkest prettiest panties. Even if no-one else can see them, he will know they’re there. Heels are important too, the higher and more uncomfortable the better. No way will he feel like a boy when his painted purple toes are squeezed into a pair of six-inch heeLs. If you can’t walk like a boy, you sure can’t think like a boy. In my profile picture you can see me with my dear Colly Wolly. He came to visit me in Tokyo and even though he’s back home now, he will always be my sissy. Soooooo….who eLse wants to be my friend?


Prison’s next top transgender model fiction

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The Network was on a roll and Prison’s Next Top model was their latest show. It was their most ambitious project yet and was attracting record viewers.

The concept was that every week three ‘sponsors’ would select an inmate of their choice from the local prison system to he their model for the week.

They could use their own funds to modify their ‘model’ in any way they pleased and then it was up to them to secure modeling contracts…female modeling contracts. The two inmates to earn the least money for the week
would he returned to prison in whatever state they were left in whereas the winner would he released into the custody of the sponsor. The price of freedom was literally what you were willing to do to get modeling deals.

To much anticipation, the premiere finally arrived. Three hopeful convicts were chosen from a shortlist of thousands and for seven days they worked their pantied asses of for contracts. Today we’re to look at the two that
didn’t quite make it.

On the left is Patrick, who was imprisoned on drug charges and was sponsored by a small time agency who sourced models for fetish websites. As a low budbet site they were unable to afford more than a wardrobe change and a makeover, hoping that Patrick’s youthful looks and new latex outfits would he enough to attract some punters. Sadly for them, and Patrick, it wasn’t and they only earned around $390 for the week. Now Patrick sat in a holding cell shuddering at what his fellow inmates were going to make of his new appearance.

Even less fortunate was kph, on the right, who was strangely sponsored by a Japanese exchange student named Aiko Yoshihiko. Upon being chosen, Rob a mere shoplifter, was feminised by Aiko in a collection of cosplay style
outfits. To his dismay; Aiko made no attempt to make money out of this and simply seemed to enjoy Rob’s predicament. She took hundreds of pictures for her blog and at the end of the week she kissed him on the lips and thanked him having made absolutely zero money. Now still in his last outfit, he held the bars of his holding cell and watched nervously as the smirking guards prepared to release him into general population.


Transgender fiction the viewing

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The newlyweds strode up the driveway and were greeted by a rather flustered looking real estate agent.

Look l know we agreed on a viewing today but we’ve had a bit of an incident here last night. It seems a sorority from the local college broke in so they could hold a party. We’ve been cleaning all morning but the place is still a bit of a mess. I totally understand if you want to wait until another day or view a different property,‘ blurted out the agent.


No I think it will be ok. It’ll give us an idea what the place will look like once we have kids.’ the couple laughed loudly.

Twenty minutes later and the viewing was going surprisingly well. The Chapmans loved the living room and the way kitchen had one of those islands.

You know the sorority party is only half of the story,‘ explained the agent, ‘a bunch of guys from the local high school got wind of the party and organised a raid. It’s not clear what happened but there were water bombs and firecrackers everywhere. It’s usually such a nice neighborhood though ls wear.‘

Next the group headed to the large bathroom. The agent pushed open the door and brought her hands to her face in shock. There next to the bathtub lay a slender looking girl dressed in a cheer leading uniform. Her wrists and ankles were bound together and a piece of electrical tape covered her mouth. The agent frowned angrily, grabbing the girl harshly by the shoulder and ripping the tape from her mouth.

You university girls think you can get away with anything. Well not this time young lady! What’s you your name? You’re in big trouble!‘ M-m-my name is N-n-n-na than, I g-g-go to Newport H-h-high School,’ he stammered.


Crossdressing fiction whatever happened to stephanie ff

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It’s Friday once again and so as always there ‘s a Flashback coming your way. This week it’s Stephanie, the former leader of the Pink n Prissy Society, who fell foul to her own methods and was prissified by her own followers. let’s see how she ‘5 handling her enforced change of style, shall we?

I see them. Prowling the school like they own it. Snickering and laughing. They think they have championed, bested me… But no… I built the Pink n Prissy collective and I can sure as hell tear it down, all I have to do is bide my time and wait for my moment…

I see the way they look at me. like I ‘m just another victim of the mean game that I created. like I ‘m one of those boys all trussed up in nylons and dresses, slathered with makeup… Fools. I may be playing the part, for now… I may be attending school in this ridiculous outfit they put me, acting the part of the defeated, broken loser. I even ‘accidentally’ give them a flash of diaper from time to time, avert my eyes in shame as they smile in victory…their false sense of security inflating with their egos, the elevation of their downfall growing ever
higher…

I must say that I’m a little disappointed that Grace has already fallen. I wanted it to be me who took her down but I can ‘t say that it isn’t satisfying seeing her limp about school as if she has a freight train stuffed up her butt. She messed with the wrong person…twice…but l have no doubt the Society will avenge her. Kirsten is older but she’ll be no match for four girls. Josie especially is devious and you can be sure she has a plan for destroying her…humiliating her… Which is why I must continue like this, wearing this absurd prissy outfit instead of jeans, mincing about pathetically. They must suspect nothing until it is too late and they have already suffered a fate far worse than the one they have cast upon me.

I don ‘t wear these frills lightly, but for now they are my cover, my disguise. I am a wolf in sheep ‘s clothing, an angry and wounded wolf, who grows more hungry with every day she is encased in this feminine suit. I hate looking like this, and I hate what they have done to me, but believe me, I would hate even more to be in their shoes once I am through with them. They won ‘t see me coming…


Sissy crossdressing versus sissy transgender fiction

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See you later.” Three words that set the cogs in motion…of everything that would transpire, but more
specifically and crucially, the gears in the minds of Jared and Rory as they watched Aunt Clarissa leave for
work. She wasn’t their real aunt of course. most aunts aren’t. she was one of those aunts who were actually
just an unspecified family friend. the title of ‘aunt’ bestowed upon them to ensure respect. With Clarissa the
title just stuck. even when the boys reached their late teens. It made even less sense when you realise that
Jared and Rory aren ‘t even related and that Clarissa was the mutual best-friend of their respective mothers,
who over the years had made the most of their friendships by sending the boys to stay with their ‘aunt’ near
the sea whenever they felt like a quiet weekend.

Clarissa rather resented this and found the boys to be brattish and obnoxious, but she put up with them to keep her friends happy. However. things began to get too much as the boys got older and became more interested in the attractive mature woman’s ‘private’ affairs, culminating one morning when she found them rummaging through her toys, her face turning as red as the thick dildo in Jared’s hand. ‘I ‘ve had it with you brats! ‘ she screeched, the boys cowering fearfully before her, ‘…ok, here’s the deal… ‘ she softened a little, ‘…one of you is getting that where the sun don’t shine.” The boys gulped audibly and clenched their bottoms. ‘Which, however, is up to you…by the time I get home tonight, whichever of you is the most adorable little sissy will get his bum cherry taken by big red
there. ‘ She nodded at the phallus in Jared’s grasp as she began to throw on her coat, ‘…see you later.”

You know what this is, right.” it was ten minutes later and Rory was handing a cup of coffee to his friend,
it’s divide and conquer. She expects us to turn on each other. All we have to do is show solidarity, go about
our normal day and when she comes home, stand together firmly as she left us. There’s room for two alpha
males here.

Well I sure don’t want my ass cheeks divided and conquered by that thing… ‘ he looked nervously at the
crimson sex toy still lying on the counter. ‘You know what Aunt Clarissa is like…she really knows how to get
her way… ‘ He raised his mug to his lips and took large mouthfuls of hot latte, drinking almost a third
thirstily. The room began to spin and out of the corner of his eye he noticed the packets of pills sitting next to
the coffee machine. It was all he could do the shoot a betrayed look at Rory just before he slumped forward
onto the kitchen table…

Jared awoke in a large bedroom. He quickly realised it was Clarissa ‘s and as the details of her promise began
to reform in his brain, panic set in. Fortunately, a digital alarm clock on the dresser assured him that it was
only midday, still, it was not only clear that Rory had gone back on his own idea to ‘stand together’ but that
he had also struck first. Hestitantly, Jared picked up the hand mirror next to the clock to survey the damage…


Whatever happened to crossdresser p-l-richards fiction

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This week on Flashback Friday we revisit a familiar face in a not-so-familiar body. T’g aptioner p-l-richards found himself facing the wrath of Femnonymous as they sought to e an example of him to other cappers. Once captured, he was surgically transformed y the shadowy group and forced to use his creativity once more to pen the fates of others

Femnonymous deemed deserving of unwanted womanhood. Let’s drop in and see how
is doing, shall we?
The prisoner formerly known as p-l-richards sat on the jail cell bench with his wrist: tightly
ured behind his head to the wall. Even if he could escape, he doubted he would get veiy
yar in the ballet heels that his feet had been stuffed into. The rest of his outfit consisted of
I ishnets and an excruciatingly tight red corset that forced his giant implanted breasts to
-p out against a black bra wildly. Hooded Femnonymous operatives would visit him twice
ly to redo his makeup theorising that it would help him get into the mindset of a
woman, and why not…he was in the everything else of a woman…
The mindset thing was supposed to help with his ‘job’. Since writing out the twisted fates of
four politicians, Femnonymous had forced him to create countless other scenarios for
downfall of many of their other targets and gradually he began to lose track of time
how long he had been there, unable to think in other plane than the sad is ticstorie she
was made to tell…

The cloaked Femnonymous agent entered the cell carrying a laptop and a set of glossy
photographs, laying them down so they could release the prisoner’s hands. P-l-richards sat
timidly rubbing his wrists while the agent fired up the computer.
We’ve received word that the Network is just about to resurface, ‘ the figure rasped
quietly. ‘we warned them. we told them to keep their demeaning filth off of people’s
television screens and they haven’t listening. It’s time for them to pay the price. ‘ The agent
laid out the photos in front of its captive. ‘All of these people are connected with the
Network somehow and I am leaving it to your creative mind to constuct their doom, to use
your twistedly creative mind to plot their roads into femininity. ‘ The figure pulled back its
hood to reveal the face and head of a beautiful woman with white blonde hair and strong
determined features. ‘This time we need something…extra, ‘ she smiled thinly. ‘Something
even more gorgeous to ensure that no-one dares defy us ever again. And just to make sure
you’re up to the task…‘ She took out a small needle from the folds of her cloak andjabbed
it into the curvy rump of p-l-richards’ as. just below the lower-case ‘f’ he had been
branded with. Suddenly. he began to grow warm and restless as a manic horniness started
to overcome him. his mind filled with wonderfully perverted ideas and his fingers anxious
to write them down. ‘…because what’s to come… ‘ the amazon pushed the laptop towards
he sweating prisoner. ‘…and by that! don ‘t just mean you…no. what’s to come for the
Network. and anyone else who stands in our way. is going to be very intersting indeed…


Sissy pink babydoll fiction

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Having taken the attitute that blissful ignorance would be better than the torment of twenty girls emasculating him at a party, Felix agreed to let his sister issue the trigger word and he awoke the next morning in a pink babydoll and frilly pink panties, his hair in tight pigtails. It seemed Tori had known where the handcuff keys were all along… He quickly changed into the most masculine clothes in his wardrobe, pulling a pair of baggy jeans over his smooth waxed legs and combining it with an old Metallica t-shirt, using a sharpee to cover his pink nails. With his now long blonde hair, he just about pulled ofi a grungy rock look.

Deciding that the safest course of action was to stay well away from his sister, Felix arranged to see a girl he’d been flirting with recently, at the local shopping malL If hitting on a girl he liked couldn’t get his testosterone going again, nothing could. He arrived around an hour before his scheduled meet up with Jenna and so decided to grab a slice of pizza and check out the latest dvds. Off he wandered towards the food court…

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Felix was jolted back to reality by the movement of the escalator, losing his balance and landing hard on his ass. His attempt to stand back up was quickly thwarted by the towering platform heels attached to his feet. Oh no?! How on Earth had Tori got to him?! Feeling horribly exposed in the tight mini dress, he frantically looked around for his real clothes finding only a large leather handbag. Opening the clasp, he found it to be full of receipts; from Forever 21 for the dress and heels, from a beauty salon for a facial and makeup, and from Victoria’s Secret. Given that he had no shopping bags. he could only assume where ‘his’ new underwear was. Feeling as urge of panic starting to build, he looked deeper into the bag for a clue to where his clothes were until, finally. he spotted a small ‘thank you for your donation’ card from a clothes bank. In one corner was written ‘call me’ above the name ‘Daniel’ and a string of numbers. Great…

As he reached the top of the moving staircase, he noticed his date. Jenna. standing and waiting for him. There was a hint of recognition as she watched the blonde in the slutty dress and heels get off the escalator and so Felix made a hasty exit as he tried to prepare himself mentally for the humiliation of stumbling home in his feminised state. lt dawned on him that he may have avoided lenna. but he was still deep within his sister’s grip.