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.


The latex catsuit crossdressing makeup fiction

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Martin came to known as the artist. With streams of articulately crafted computer code. he would expertly design the most beautiful women the world had ever seen. Brave and rugged service agents would go into the capsule and
his wonderful latex-clad sculptures would come out. Even the harsh blonde woman. Ms. Williams. looked upon him with awe as he manipulated DNA like putty to create his army of vixens.

But it wasn ‘t enough. not for Martin. For all the perceived perfection he created, he was still unable to come close to the ideal image of beauty that girated in his head. on his screensaver and in his dreams. Bianca Beauchamp. Of course Ms. Williams would never allow him to make her. To create another version of an already existing woman would be highly unethical, not to mention dangerous.

But with every rubber goddess that came out of that capsule. Martin ‘s urge to do so anyway grew ever more insatiable. It was six months into his three year contract that he took the first step and he secretly had a custom made pvc catsuit produced using measurements he got from computer modeling pictures of Bianca. After that. step two was inevitable and over the next month he lovingly recreated Bianca Beauchamp in computer code. slaving over every single last detail to make sure she was flawless. It was during this time that Martin came to the realisation that if was ever going to complete his plan. he would have to transform himself into Bianca since there was no way Ms. Williams would ever authorise it as an official project.

It was 5am and Martin crept over to his workstation completely naked holding the latex catsuit in one hand. He checked the clock and noted he would have about two hours to spend as his dream girl. He readied the DNA profile in the software and set a thirty second countdown before scurrying into the pod. His breath shortened in anticipation as a digital display showed the countdown from five. On zero the entire chamber flashed white and Martin was thrown into the air. hot energy surged from every pore his body and he felt like he was being turned inside out. Finally. just as it was becoming unbearable. it stopped and Martin was dumped heavily to the floor. Feeling weak and groggy. he brought his hands to his face…woah!! His soft flabby cheeks had been replaced with firm cheekbones and he could feel locks of hair flowing down the sides of his face. lnstictively he pressed his full glossy lips together and brought his hands down to his brand new round tits. gripping them tightly in triumph. It
worked! ! Over the next ten minutes he struggled into the catsuit. leaving rubber burns from the latex on his designer ass. Allowing the zipper to rest just below his perky globes. he exited the capsule…

Well. well. welL..’ snapped a furious looking Ms. Williams. ‘What has the artist created this time?’


Sissy crossdressing lost forever fiction

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Hey, are you sure about this?‘ called out Harry as he maneuvered his jetski to follow the one driven by his best friend, Joel, as they approached the shore of the tropical island, ‘that guy that lent us these skis said some of these islands are inhabited by tribes who can be aggressive towards outsiders.‘

Relax,‘ smirked Joel, ‘this one is clearly just full of plants. Besides, I think we can handle some primitive jungle man…or jungle women! ‘ he winked, cupped a pair of imaginary breasts in front of him and pretended to jiggle them around. No sooner had he finished, there was a whizzing noise as a dart shot out from within the trees and Joel fell from the jetski clutching his neck. Harry watched, frozen in panic, before he felt a stabbing pain in his thigh, slowly his world faded to black.

Harry awoke with a dull pain in his head, it felt like he had been out for days. From his lying position he checked out his surroundings. He was outside in a small wooden cell, seemingly in a clearing in the jungle. At the other end of the clearing was an old white building and what looked like a guard station. Holy shit, he thought, noticing
the guards. They were tall athletic tribal women, straight up Amazonian goddesses, only…only they were dressed from head to toe in latex and tattoos. They looked like voodoo dominatrixes. ‘Psssst…over here! ‘ Harry turned to see another wooden cell occupied by a beautiful red-headed girl dressed in matching red latex and fishnet
stockings. ‘Hey, it’s Joel! ‘ the girl hissed.

Joel?! But y-y-you’re a girl…you have boobs! ‘ Harry stammered.

Uh-huh,’ Joel groaned, ‘I guess you haven’t seen yourself.‘ Harry looked down at his own body for the first time. Like Joel, he was in encased in a tight latex dress with stockings, heels and .omg..!…he thought clutching the tits that were now attached to his chest. ‘I think I’ve found a way out! ‘ Joel whispered before heaving one of the wooden stakes out of the soft ground and toppling the cage over, quickly he did the same to Harry’s and together they stumbled toward the jungle. The beauties in the guard station noticed immediately and gave chase. Harry jiggled and tottered as fast he could on the platform heels but they were to be his downfall, literally. His left
heel caught in some rocks and he stumbled forward violently, taking Joel with him and landing hard on his latex gloved hands. The lead amazon closed the distance instantly and stood over the boys, giving them a first good look at her stunning athletic figure.

W- w- w- why are you turning us into g-g-girls?‘ stuttered Harry, cowering beneath her sexy imposing form.

Turning?‘ she smiled raising one eyebrow coyly. Terrified, the boys slowly reached under the hems of their latex dresses to find ‘their way’ wasn ‘t the only thing they had lost in the jungle.


Crossdressing come together fiction

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Frank and Louise were having serious man’iage problems. Their
communication had completely broken down and they spent more time
arguing than not. they just couldn’t see eye to eye on anything anymore. In
one last attempt to save their failing relationship. Louise found a local
alternative therapist online that promised to repair their mane and
restore their love to what is was when they first met. With some persuasion
Frank agreed to give it a go.

Please promise me you ‘ll give this your 100% and do whatever they say,’
begged Louise as they walked side by side up the drive to the clinic. Frank
sighed wearily but vowed quietly that he would as he held open a glass
panel door for his wife. They were greeted by a severe looking woman in her
3os, upon seeing the arrival of the couple her face broke into a hard smile.
Ah, if it isn’t the Watsons. we’ve been expecting you. Follow me and we can
get started immediately.‘ she led them into a small reception. ‘You are here
because you wish to save your relationship. well that’s what we do here but
we do have conditions. If this is to work you must do what we say to the
letter, and you must do it together, that’s the key here. Ok, first you must
bare yourself to your partner and strip away everything material that
separates you.’ Frank looked at Louise with discomfort as she slowly began to
remove her top. She gazed pleadingly at Frank for him to do the same and
soon enough they both standing opposite each other as naked as the day
they were born.

Okay, good,‘ resumed the hard-faced woman. ‘This first activity is designed
to recreate the beginnings of your relationship, you will be stepping together
into the unknown with no control over your situation except for the knowledge
you will be doing it together. I would like you to walk into the next room and
put on whatever uniform is waiting for you to prepare for the first task.’
Nervously the nude couple stepped into the next room, it was completely
empty but for two small boxes in the centre of the room. They walked over to
examine the contents. On seeing the pink and the latex Frank’s eyes went
wide. No way was he doing this!

Frank you promised you would do whatever it took remember, ‘ pleaded
Louise as she examined the duel pair of handcuffs that lay between the
boxes.


Crossdressing of lovers day tg caption fiction

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l’aul had it on his bucket list to ride in a limo. When Valentine’s Day came and there were local limo rides for free, he
felt blessed. Unfortunately, he faced the harsh reality when he found out that they were only for couples.

He formulated an idea in his brain and called his best friend Marcus. He asked him if he wanted to ride in the limo
with him and pretend that they were gay, just to get in the limo, then not anymore. After a little persuasion, Marcus
agreed.

When they got to the limos, the man there asked, “Are you two gay lovers?” Paul nodded. “Alright, you can enter this
one, then,” he said, leading them to a different limousine than the original.

‘This is so awesome!” Paul said as the driver began. “Not only is this free, but there isn’t even anyone else in here!”

‘I guess they give homosexuals some kind of special treatment,” Marcus said, pouring himself and his friend a drink.
They clinked their glasses. “To limos.”

‘To limos!” Paul repeated as they simultaneously downed the pink liquid. “Sheesh, that packs a punch. What even is
that drink?”

‘Doesn’t say,” Marcus said, holding up the bottle. There was no label of any kind, not even on the top or bottom.
Suddenly, the two of them began to feel woozy. They blacked out in seconds, and woke up feeling… different

Paul woke up feeling really cold and groggy. He looked at the seats along the other side of the limo, expecting to see
Marcus. Instead, he saw a stunning brunette, clad only in heels and panties. Her magnificent breasts were exposed,
and they moved a little with every movement of the limo.

Paul also felt like his own chest was a little heavier than usual. He looked down and lost all sleepiness as he saw that
he was identical to her from the neck down: Exposed beautiful breasts, panties on a rounded ass, and sexy heels. He
looked at his own hair, seeing it was a golden blonde. “Marcus!” he shouted at the brunette, assuming the worst. She
woke with a start and looked down at her body. She let out a yelp and covered her breasts with a heart-shaped pillow.
‘P-Paul?” she squeaked. Yep, this was Marcus.

What happened?” Paul asked him, not expecting an answer.

Before he could answer, the man from before opened the limo and came in. Paul also covered his chest with a heart
pillow. “I have a feeling that you two will soon become gay lovers,” he said, “but honestlythis time. Enjoy the ride.” He
left.

The two babes just looked at each other in shock as the limo continued driving. After a moment, “Pauline” lowered
her pillow and sat herself next to “Marci.” Much to Marci’s surprise, Pauline began sliding her hand into her panties.
Well, we might as well become lovers now,” she said sensually.


Crossdressing raider of the last panties fiction

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Ralph hammered desperately on the front door of the sorority house, praying they would open before anyone could see him. He was painfully out of breath, collecting the panties had been a close call as, on going for the pair in the fraternity TV room, he had found several of his frat brothers lying in a drunken stupour on the sofa. He had been able to retrieve the thong from the wall just as they were waking up and fortunately in their hungover state they hadn ‘t recognised him. This still hadn ‘t stopped them chasing him halfway across campus… Now, finally back where it all began, the corset held his torso in an iron grip preventing him from catching his wind and keeping him in a state of breathless exhaustion.

So I see you made it! ‘ simpered Lizzie the sorority’s president after opening the door to find a still feminised Ralph holding a heap of panties of all colors and styles. ‘Follow me! ‘ she led him inside the house and up to the second floor to Martha’s bedroom. Martha was sat on the floor with a laptop but lumbered to her feet on seeing Lizzie and Ralph enter the room.

Hmmmm…that’s a good start, ‘ she mused thoughtfully, eyeing the mound of underwear Ralph was carrying.

A g-g-good start to what?‘ he stammered nervously.

Why to your new wardrobe of course! ‘ Martha replied, practically laughing. ‘You can’t wear my clothes all year can you?‘

All year!?’

Of course, look at the state of this room, I’m hardly Mary Poppins am I?I need a maid to keep things clean. Sure you’ll have to sleep in here,‘ she continued, indicating her single bed in the corner of the room, ‘but I won’t take up THAT much space with you as my little spoon and I’m sure the sisters will be happy to donate some outfits to complete your wardrobe. Wait! I think I may even have a uniform for you in my naughty drawer! ‘ She rummaged in her dresser momentarily and pulled out a latex maid ‘s outfit. ‘This will fit you nicely!

W-w-why would! be your maid for a year?‘ stuttered Ralph, shivering at the thought of it.

Because my dear sissy…‘ interjected Lizzie, ‘Martha here isn’t just our loveable bear, she’s also a Computer Science major and she has just hacked into the college database and removed your file, so if you want it to be put back before exam time comes around, I suggest you do exactly as she says! Now…which panties shall we start with under that cute uniform?‘


Crossdressing raider of the last panties fiction

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Ralph hammered desperately on the front door of the sorority house, praying they would open before anyone could see him. He was painfully out of breath, collecting the panties had been a close call as, on going for the pair in the fraternity TV room, he had found several of his frat brothers lying in a drunken stupour on the sofa. He had been able to retrieve the thong from the wall just as they were waking up and fortunately in their hungover state they hadn ‘t recognised him. This still hadn ‘t stopped them chasing him halfway across campus… Now, finally back where it all began, the corset held his torso in an iron grip preventing him from catching his wind and keeping him in a state of breathless exhaustion.

So I see you made it! ‘ simpered Lizzie the sorority’s president after opening the door to find a still feminised Ralph holding a heap of panties of all colors and styles. ‘Follow me! ‘ she led him inside the house and up to the second floor to Martha’s bedroom. Martha was sat on the floor with a laptop but lumbered to her feet on seeing Lizzie and Ralph enter the room.

Hmmmm…that’s a good start, ‘ she mused thoughtfully, eyeing the mound of underwear Ralph was carrying.

A g-g-good start to what?‘ he stammered nervously.

Why to your new wardrobe of course! ‘ Martha replied, practically laughing. ‘You can’t wear my clothes all year can you?‘

All year!?’

Of course, look at the state of this room, I’m hardly Mary Poppins am I?I need a maid to keep things clean. Sure you’ll have to sleep in here,‘ she continued, indicating her single bed in the corner of the room, ‘but I won’t take up THAT much space with you as my little spoon and I’m sure the sisters will be happy to donate some outfits to complete your wardrobe. Wait! I think I may even have a uniform for you in my naughty drawer! ‘ She rummaged in her dresser momentarily and pulled out a latex maid ‘s outfit. ‘This will fit you nicely!

W-w-why would! be your maid for a year?‘ stuttered Ralph, shivering at the thought of it.

Because my dear sissy…‘ interjected Lizzie, ‘Martha here isn’t just our loveable bear, she’s also a Computer Science major and she has just hacked into the college database and removed your file, so if you want it to be put back before exam time comes around, I suggest you do exactly as she says! Now…which panties shall we start with under that cute uniform?‘


Crossdressing titsie a request fiction

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Chris sighed deeply and leaned against the studio ‘s whitewall. a brief moment of
reflection while the photographer reloaded f’dm into his camera. The spotlights
burned hot and he could feel the latex even tighter on his body than normal. like a
second skin that embraced him. coccooned h’nn…that imprisoned him.

Was it al worth it? This reincarnation? He brushed perfectly groomed hair from his
madeup face using a vinyl glove. As a male model. even as attractive as he was.
work had been practically impossible to come by. so much so that he was on the
verge of giving up after an entire month without a single booking. And then it
happened…l guess you have to call it a stroke of luck. on incorrectly labelled model
cal asking for male models for a shoot when it was a job clearly intended for the
fairer sex. He quickly reaesed that none of its intended audience would ever see the
job advert and given his slight build and soft features a unique opportunity had
presented itself for some quick cash.

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Okay. Miss Christina, I’m ready for you.” barked the impatient photographer.
Placing one heeled boot carefully infrant of the other. hands on the corset
squeez’ng his rubber-clad hips. Chris strutted over to a symphony of screechs and
crackles coming from his outfit. Latex… That first shoot seemed so long ago now…
That first session with his slbn angular body stuffed into a red latex catsuit had
some how msorne how gone viral and made him a star. An unlikely chance intended
to make a quick buck had snowballed into an internet sensation and the phone was
ringing off the hook with agents wanting to work with latex queen Christ’ma Rela.
Put your hands on the stool. bend down and give us a nice rearview.” the
photographer ordered as Chris complied. presenting his shiny ass up to the camera
in humiliating fashion. Of course. even though now he was making a lot of money.
maintaining his cover took a lot of work. He had no choice but to dress as woman in
public full time. usually in the kind of suggestive outfits that people would expect
to see on a sexy latex model. Then there were the hormone pills. it was easy to pass
them off as diet pils. he was a model after ad. but they were necessary to give his
shape a feminine curviness if he was to conceal his identity. and top of these came
all the grooming and pampering that a beautiful woman needed to stay beautiful.
Okay… ‘ the photographer called loudly for his attention. ‘… we ‘re going to bring in
some of the others. see if we can get some hot girl-on.girl pictures. ‘ Chris pressed
his glossy lips together firmly to hide his delight. St’dl. he thought to himself. this job
had some perks…


An old sissy friend tg caption fiction

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You look so cute, Bent”, Sophie said from her seat on he bed.
Thank you so much for coming with us today“.

Ben had agreed to come along just to spend some time wit: Sophie, who he rarely saw nowadays after she emigrated abroad. This weekend Sophie had retumed to attend the mud lolita meet with some other friends Ben suggested that he could come along too, even trough he had no idea what ‘lolita‘ even was. Sophie agreed but said he’d have to dress to fit in a bit. Ben didn’t expect something so radical.

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He had arrived in the morning to get ready for die meet. Sophie had set him a chair, told him to close his eyes and gotta work.
Ben was expecting to wear something like a bed He loween to die meet, but Sophie had picked out some other finest pieces for him to wear. Lucky be two of from were a sim tar size.
After hearty an hour of being satin he chair, Ben opened his eyes and nearty fainted when he saw his reflection rn the mirror Hrs skin was flawiess Me a porcelain dot, marked oriy by two pink eyebrows, tie pump glossy lips and the long lashes and eyeliner hat framed his eyes He also say she had panted his nails a pastel pink to match he lips aid eyebrows. ”Okay
Ben, just a couple more things. i need to pop your contacts in then you car get dressed“.


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Great work, Grace! Let me get a few more and you’re done,” Darren said, as he hurried around Grace, snapping
different angles with his camera. After a dozen clicks of the camera, he announced they were done. Standing up and stretching, Grace moved over to the computer Darren sat behind, eager to see today’s shoot.

Aaron had been living as Grace full time for around four months now and he had done nearly a hundred photoshoots in that time. Mostly latex and fetish shoots, but he still did the occasslonal goth street wear shoot, like he had done for Angel’s Grace so long ago. Aaron eventually lost count of the times he had thought ‘this is my last shoot’ and had finally accepted he was good at being a female model. So Aaron became Grace and everything suddenly became easier.

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He no longer had to wear uncomfortable hair extensions because his hair was now naturally long. He dyed it
regularly, altering the colour to suit each shoot. Aaron had left home after an unfriendly reception from his parents about his decision to live as Grace and had moved in with Darren. Grace did a couple of shoots a month in exchange for rent and any extra were pure profit for her. Darren paid for most of her living expenses in exchange for a few favours here and there, which Grace was completely comfortable with. Free stuff was free stuff after all.

ln between shoots, Grace still kept up with Chloe. After all, Chloe was responsible for Grace’s newfound lifestyle and she never forgot that. She knew how insanely jealous Chloe was of Grace ‘5 modelling opportunities and most of their conversations centred around Grace’s photoshoots and whatever Darren had treated her to that week.

Smiling at todays efforts, Grace kissed Darren on the cheek. “What’s the next project, babe?” she asked.

Well,” Darren began, “Do you know a lot about dollification?”

D-dolllficatlon?’ Grace stuttered.

Don’t worry, I’ll explain tomorrow…