| FORCED FEMINIZATION: A FANTASY (?) FOR YOU TO FINISH By Jennifer Merrill, ©
2003
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| FORCED FEMINIZATION: A FANTASY (?) FOR YOU TO FINISH By Jennifer Merrill, ©
2003
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| Many of you may wonder about
the type of man who would fantasize about being forced to
become a woman. I mean, let’s be honest, not
every guy would take delight in being compelled to slip
into sexy lingerie that feminizes the shape of his body,
to step into a pair of stiletto heels that show off his
long, silky smooth legs, to paint his nails and carefully
apply makeup, to don a beautifully coifed wig, to wiggle
into a form fitting dress, or to step out in public as an
attractive woman and subject himself to the scrutiny of
everyone he encounters. Just what kind of sissy would
want to be transformed into a beautiful babe? Well, I’ve never
really thought of myself as a sissy, but I happen to be
that kind of guy! And maybe you are, too…. I
suspect that most crossdressers have these metamorphosis
fantasies from time to time. Now don’t get me
wrong. I happen to have my own extensive wardrobe
filled with beautiful evening gowns, dresses and skirts,
a collection of high heels that places me in mortal fear
of comparisons to Imelda Marcos, wigs out the kazoo, and
drawers filled with beautiful lingerie and accessories.
And I’ve been going out pretty much everywhere as a
woman for years. But I still think it would be fun
– and exciting – to experience the loss of
control that takes place when a gorgeous woman takes
control and transforms me into a sexy starlet –
her glamorous girlfriend for the evening! |
| The following
story reflects such a fantasy… or is it a fantasy?
I’ll leave that, and maybe more, to your
imagination. I hope this gets your own creative
juices flowing…. J Love, Jen |
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As I walked in the front door fresh from an
afternoon watching a ball game with some of the guys, I
wasn’t prepared for the steely glare I received from my
gorgeous wife, Sheila. Clearly pissed, she almost spat out
the words, “You bastard!” And when Sheila looks
pissed, she can be pretty imposing. After all, she’s
about the same size I am, a 5’10” beauty with fiery
auburn hair cascading down to her shoulders, beautiful green
eyes, and an athletic figure with curves in all the right places.
When I looked back at her with a look of
surprise, she reminded me that I had obviously forgotten an
appointment she had made with our investment advisor for that
afternoon. To tell you the truth, I had no recollection of
her telling me about the appointment. Besides, Sheila
handles all of our investment stuff pretty much on her own.
As a painter, with very little interest in (or aptitude for)
business affairs, I basically do whatever she suggests, and
we’ve always done pretty well. So I couldn’t
figure out why she was so upset. I slipped one hand down
onto my hip and apologized to her for being so thoughtless,
hoping that would calm her down a bit.
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| She seemed to look a little less angry
at that point, but then she gave me a wicked look. “All
right, but you’re going to have to make it up to me,
right now!” I looked back at her with a look of
amusement, suggesting “Anything you want,
babe….” and then a simulated look of panic, as
she told me “I’m sick of you, Jay! I’m
sick of men, period! There’s a movie premiere
in Westwood this evening, and I want to go out partying
tonight with my girlfriend, Jennifer….” “And I want you to turn
yourself into her right now!” I started to protest, but she
angrily told me that I shouldn’t give her any grief,
that her mind was made up, and that if I didn’t go
along, I would be very sorry…. Now the truth is that there are few
things I enjoy more than transforming myself into an
attractive woman and going out with Sheila for the day or
for the evening. You see, we actually met many
years ago when I was working as a female impersonator in
a night club, and modeling women’s fashions from
time to time for designer friends on the side. Something
of an oddity in the drag world as a queen who was
“straight,” whatever that means, I had fallen
in love with Sheila at first sight and she had
“reformed” me, helping me to sell some of my
artwork, so that before I knew it, I was actually making
a living from my portraits and landscapes. So I
gave up the FI scene for love. But Sheila loves to pretend that
she’s forcing me periodically to dress up as a woman
against my will. It always gets her extremely
excited, and I have to admit that I find it rather
erotic, as well. In honesty, she and I love to
share her extraordinary wardrobe, and people frequently
ask if we’re sisters when we’re out on the town
together. If they only knew!
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As I raced to get out of my boring old
t-shirt, jeans and boxers, I was already feeling
incredibly feminine. Sheila told me to go freshen
up and that she would lay some things out for me to wear
for the evening. She didn’t have to say
another word, as I raced to strip off my masculine
attire!
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| I began a steeping hot bubble bath,
but first lathered down (almost) my entire body with a
sweet smelling depilatory, and moments later watched
virtually all of my sparse body hair disappear down the
shower drain. Gliding into the bubble bath, I
oiled my body and relaxed for a few minutes as the
luxurious hot water caressed me, until Sheila called out
to me that my things were ready. While
I have many of my own feminine clothes, shoes,
accessories, wigs and lingerie, it has never hurt that
Sheila and I wear the same dress and bra size. And
frankly, I’m thrilled whenever she decides to pick
my outfit out for me, because it inevitably ends up
leaving her wardrobe and finding it’s way into mine!
As I finished toweling off, I stepped out of our bathroom and into our master bedroom. There on the door hung a gorgeous red evening gown with rhinestone accents. A pile of shiny black lingerie lay on the bed, and a pair of black stiletto-heeled sandals lay on the floor near our bed. This moment always excited me, and I took a deep breath as I walked over to the bed and stepped into a pair of black satin panties, tucking my maleness down and completely out of sight.
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At that moment, Sheila walked into the
room wearing nothing but a black lace pushup bra and
matching panties, and a pair of strappy patent leather
sandals. She stopped and studied me intensely as I
picked up the black longline strapless satin bra that
matched my panties and routinely hooked it into place.
Looking her in the eye as I inserted silicon breast forms
into the cups of my bra and stepped into the sandals she
had selected for me, Sheila almost squealed with delight.
With my bra on, the truth is that I
appeared to have almost as much cleavage as my beautiful
wife, and there are a lot of genetic women out there who
would kill to be as statuesque or as curvy as I am as a
woman.
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| I arched my back and admired my
feminine curves in the mirror. I know that I have
beautiful long silky smooth legs, but it never ceases to
amaze me how feminine my tush is or how lovely it looks
in a tight skirt as I sashay through a crowd of drooling
men. Or how realistic my breasts look (and how
distracting I know they’re going to be to some
unsuspecting gentleman offering me a cocktail tonight!).
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| As Sheila sits down at her vanity to
do her makeup, I shake out one of my blonde wigs in a
shade that closely matches my natural hair color, adjust
it into place and brush it out into an attractive style.
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| The effect is stunning.
No one would ever suspect that the statuesque blonde in
her sexy undies standing in front of the full length
mirror is really a man…. Sheila smiles
nervously at me across the room as it’s clear that
I’m distracting her from her makeup regimen. Walking across the room with my hips swaying gracefully for Sheila’s benefit, I sit down at my own vanity and begin to expertly apply my own makeup. Knowing that I want a very natural look tonight, I start with a light foundation, apply eyeliner carefully before smudging it into place, curl and brush mascara onto my long thick eyelashes, sponge shadow onto my eyelids, and add a little contouring to my cheeks and nose. After lining and painting my lips, I put on a pair of gold earrings, which I know I’ll probably change in a few minutes.
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| Sauntering back over to
the bed, knowing that Sheila is watching every step I
take, I pick up the pair of midnight black pantyhose that
she’s selected for me for the evening, kick off my
sandals and draw the stockings up my long, shiny legs.
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The effect is
smashing, and Sheila grins at me in delight as she
finishes her own makeup.
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| I paint my long elegant nails a
metallic berry color and, after allowing my manicure to
dry, I clip on a pair of rhinestone earrings and a
bracelet that will better match my dress for the evening.
Wandering back to our bed, I pick up the long slip that
Sheila has laid out for me.
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The satiny fabric feels incredibly
sensuous as I step into it, smiling sexily at Sheila as I
begin to slide the delicate undergarment up my legs.
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| I stand up straight wiggling my butt
to distract Sheila as I position the slip over my boyish
hips and lovely feminine derriere.
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| Sheila is enjoying the
show as I pretend to be surprised and embarrassed that
she’s observing me ever so closely as I slip into my
beautiful lingerie.
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| But then I smile my own wicked smile
at her, because I know that she’s getting hot for
the glamorous blonde babe she’s helped to create out
of her ordinary looking husband during the last couple of
hours.
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| I arch my back again and expel a
breathy feminine sigh to distract Sheila once more as she
steps into her own slip and slides it up around her
waist.
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| Pirouetting once again and
swaying gracefully across our bedroom in my high heels, I
walk back to the door. Taking my evening gown down
from its hanger, I slip it over my head and begin to
wiggle into its clingy material.
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| Smoothing it down over my slip, my
gown begins to fall into place. Sheila hasn’t
taken her eyes off of me since I took my gown down from
its hanger, and she’s staring at me right now with
incredibly hungry eyes.
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I’ll let you be the
judge of how I look as I continue to smooth the
gown’s clingy fabric down my body as it falls into
place. Sheila is clearly enjoying my little show.
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Sheila steps into her own black satin
evening gown with a plunging neckline, as she urges me to model
my gown for her.
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I’m only too happy to oblige. I can only imagine what the reaction is going to be when the two of us stride down the red carpet together in our gorgeous evening gowns tonight, and what will happen at the parties following the premier.
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| Glancing again in the
mirror, I can only marvel at the changes that can occur
with a little padding in the right places and a little
makeup!
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I adore the way my gown caresses my body as
I move in it. Sheila’s going through a similar process
with her own gown right now, and for a moment I wonder how I
would look in her dress. Then I glance back in the mirror
and realize that I’m already mincing around in one of her
beautiful gowns. I’m feeling incredibly eroticized
right now towards Sheila, but I know that time is running short
before our limo will arrive for the evening.
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Aside from the sight of Sheila looking so
spectacular, the sensations of my evening gown’s delicate
fabric moving over my lingerie, pantyhose and smooth body are
almost more than I can bear.
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| I’m incredibly excited as Sheila
comes over to give me a hug and to check out my makeup
and outfit more closely. We help to smooth one
another’s gowns into place and check our out one
another’s selection of jewelry. Sheila always
blows me away. She is the most gorgeous woman
I’ve ever met. I still can’t believe that
we found one another!
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| Placing my hands on my hips, I ask
Sheila if she’s ready to go.
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She says she is, so I slip my
lipstick, some other feminine necessities, my feminine
i.d., and a couple of credit cards into the clutch bag
that Sheila has selected for me this evening.
After brushing out my hair a bit, and trying to remember
if there’s anything that I might have forgotten, I
think I’m ready to go.
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Shifting my clutch to my right hand, I turn
to the mirror again to check myself out (and to admire my
handiwork!) one last time.
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| Turning to admire my feminized figure
and the drape of my gown as it falls to my ankles, Sheila
tells me with a smirk to cool it with my vanity, that
I’m gorgeous and that our limo is waiting!
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| I glance over my shoulder
one last time to check out the back of my gown in the
mirror.I love the way that it shows off the soft,
delicate skin of my back and the enticing curves of my
hips and rear.
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I know
that Sheila is going to be going wild tonight, especially
when some tall handsome gentleman in a dashing tuxedo is
dancing with me in his arms, brushing against my
beautiful breasts that he’ll have no idea are
falsies, sliding his hand down the back of my dress to
caress my shapely, wiggling bottom, and grinding his
well-endowed pelvis into my own, completely unaware that
the beautiful “woman” in his arms is probably
more well-endowed than he is! I follow Sheila out to the
waiting limo and the driver opens the passenger door for
us to enter. Following Sheila and thanking the
driver for his courtesy in a totally feminine voice, I
gracefully slide into the back seat. After
confirming the directions to the theater with our driver,
we begin to give him a show in the back seat, as Sheila
can’t keep her hands off of me. And I have to
confess that I can’t keep my hands (or my lips!) off
of her either. It promises to be a fabulous
evening! Maybe you’d like to
let me know what you think is going to happen to me
tonight…. I’d love to hear from you.
Just email me at You can also visit my
website, Jen’s Diva Den, at http://www.ebabz.com/jensdivaden Thanks for joining me for
what turned out to be an extremely erotic afternoon!
And here’s a little before and after composite just
for you to think about…. Pretty amazing,
isn’t it? J
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