Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her. I went into the bathroom and she was standing there. She pointed to the elctric shaver first, then the razor. I figured it out and started to walk away, but then she came up behind me and cuffed my hands before I knew what happened. I am no longer aloud to have any male clothing and kept as a sissy girl taking care of the house and her. She has told me that if I do not obey she will have a friend or two come over and treat me like the sissy girl I am for her amusements. She tells me of things that a sissy girl should do to real men that I want no part of. I listen and do my best to do as I am told. I do not want to be used by men for her amusement. I am now a broken male that is a sissy girl, however I have discovered I like to be cross dressed.

I was paralyzed with the thought of it. My parents would surely beat the crap out of me and things would never be the same ever again. I begged Jody not to tell our parents and was at her mercy. Seeing me so scared; she had a change of heart.

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They were so different! Not rough or clingy like what I wore, but the smoothest, silkiest feeling, like I was wrapped in softness.

These are odd times with forced lifestyle changes none of us had planned for leaving us time to reflect on so many aspects of our lives, It all started when my friend found out I was secretly crossdressing. They said they would tell everyone unless I did what they wanted, They literally forced me to crossdress. So, every day after school, I would have to put on their clothes and do as they said. I felt so humiliated and trapped. Every day I tried to get out of it, but they would always find me. After about a month and a half, I was tired of it, so I did something that got me in more trouble than ever. Good, now that’s like my good little brother. But there is also one other thing I want you to do.” She said. The person behind me had my arms and forced them together behind me. I could tell it was a woman and my wife clearly knew her. She placed what felt like a zip tie around my wrist and pulled it tight and cinched my wrist together. She yanked up on it one last time making sure it was as tight as it could be. I felt the zip tie dig into my wrist as she tried to get one more notch out of it. I tried to protest but I was face down into a pillow my wife had placed on her chest. Without a hesitation I could fell another zip tie going around my ankles that was cinched tight. Gambling Addiction ("Dogs", the only A-side missing from this compilation, probably because it isn't really very good - the flip side, "Call Me Lightning", is better, but its lyric theme doesn't fit the pattern); and, finally,

One day, we got an invitation for a wedding program from a distant relative. Me and my sister were just too persistent not to go, so just my parents were going to the wedding. They would be gone for 3 days as the wedding was happening in another city quite far from where we lived. I was already planning to have some beers and chill with my friends after my parents would be gone. The wedding dates arrived and my parents left. For the next couple of days, everything was quite normal. My sister rarely bothered me and I was pretty much over the things that happened before. I read all these comments and they seem to break down into 3 broad categories: (1) my wife feminized me, now I love it; (2) I want/wanted my wife to feminize me and she doesn’t like it; and (3) you’re all pathetic sissy boys inside so just be honest about it. The only thing that came out of the marriage counselling was that we started to communicate better. To talk. From the talk I learned that she felt trapped with an obligation to "perform" ** for me and that trapping meant she did not even think about **. Okay, I won’t tell them but from now on you have to do as I say.” She said. “Fine, just don’t tell them. I will do anything Jody, please.” I said hopelessly. “You better get changed now. Mom’s going to be home soon.” Jody said with a smile, knowing that I was completely under her control.

You will have to dress up like a girl and pretend to be a girl. You will only wear girl’s stuff from now. I know you want to. So, it will be fun for you too. The spanking stopped and everything was quiet again except for some slight rustling. I guess I didn't understand why my wife thought I needed to be restrained for this. I would submit to this willingly anytime she wanted. There had to be something else. She did mention that she didn't think I would like whatever I was going to find out so there was clearly more coming. She was right. I could feel the strings on each side digging into me and I could feel the crotch pushing up on the already tight strip of tape. My wife disappeared behind me and then rubbed her hand on my ass. "Wow, that is nicer than I thought it would be." The excuses can go on forever although they are denied until actually confronted then the partner gets blamed for it as if they were actually there and forced the infidelity.Now we have ** but I rarely get to **. Normally we put two condoms on me to dull the sensation so I can stay hard. I decided to ride home that afternoon with the windows down and satellite radio off. The day had a surreal feel to it and somehow, the norm didn't seem appropriate. After many years of hard work, I was retiring. I didn't plan on just sitting at home, I just wasn't sure what the next section of my life would entail. My wife, Sara, had planned something special I am sure so I was kind of in a hurry to get home, but it was a nice day so I decided take my time.