Forced Feminization?

A lot of people ask me about the forced aspect of this popular fetish. Of course 99% of the time its not really forced. It isn’t like I have a loaded gun to their head or anything. There are occasions where theoretically I could blackmail someone to do whatever I want but that’s not going to happen. The thing is, that although they do enjoy being dressed up most want it to be a very intense experience. Many also want it to be at the very least somewhat embarrassing if not completely humiliating. So I like to make it memorable for everyone involved.

This past weekend for example I had my new friend Terry come over for a little feminizing. I spoke to him several times and we met at a coffee shop to get to know each better. He told me that he has always wanted to be transformed into a woman as completely as possible. He also fantasizes about being discovered by his girlfriend while dressed to the nines but was afraid of her reaction, even though she knows about his fetish. I assured him that we would take it as slow as he was comfortable with and could explore that another time. It turns out I know his girlfriend very well but that’s just a coincidence.

I insisted he be completely shaved and he showed up around noon. I ordered him to strip in my bedroom and put on a chastity belt that I securely locked. He looked nervous but I could see he was excited as well. He was now given 3 simple rules.
1-To speak in a soft, feminine voice at all times.
2-To do whatever I asked without question, and
3-To learn a song during his makeover and sing it for me later on.

I had picked out a very pretty red nightgown and matching panties and watched as he slowly put them on. Now it was time to test rule#1.

“Whats your name sweetie, and are you ready for your makeover?”
“My name is Terry Miss Teresa and I want to be a pretty girl”, he said in such a cute voice that I had to laugh!

I had him sit in a chair by my bed and began his makeup. I had printed out the words to Shania Twain’s “Feel Like A Woman” and he studied them as I worked. I took my time and had him sing a few verses for me as we progressed.

“Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy—forget Im a lady
Mens shirts—short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild—yeah, doin it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action—feel the attraction
Color my hair—do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free—yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!”

I was having a ball and he was actually getting pretty good with that chorus. I had just finished applying his lip gloss when I suggested he take a break and I’d get us something to drink.
I quickly texted my neighbor who was waiting to come over for the show. Leaving the front door open a bit I went back to get our drinks.

I put the drinks down and carefully put on his wig first so he would be ready for Bonnie.
“Why don’t you sing for me again Terry, here-you can pretend this is a microphone” and I handed him a large dildo.
“Go ahead honey, its just you and me”.

Im going out tonight—Im feelin alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise–really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout

Bonnie was standing in the doorway and applauded and gave a little whistle.

Terry was in complete shock and couldn’t seem to get any words out.

“What do you think Bonnie-should we sign her up for the next American Idol?”

“Oh definitely, but we have to find her just the right outfit”.

“You’re right, come help me pick out something appropriate. Terry, would you rather wear a blouse and skirt or a dress? I think we’ll just try both. Are you OK-I’ll bet you never thought you’d have an audience today did you?”

“Oh, uh, no, I mean yes Miss Teresa-whatever you think”.

I thought he was looking a little faint so I sat him down on the bed while Bonnie and I went through my guest closet.

“Did Debra ever tell you that we’ve known each other for years? That’s right, I had a long talk with her yesterday and she thinks your being silly not dressing up for her. I’m not sure she wants you to do it every day but you should certainly try it once you know?”

“But Miss Teresa I really don’t think she could handle this-I mean look at me!”

“But you’re gorgeous Terry, isn’t she Bonnie? That wig looks great on you and I think I did a great job with your makeup if I do say so myself!”

“Teresa’s right Terry, and wait until we get you into this dress. Come over here and let me help you.”

I had asked Debra to come over around 2:00 for coffee and wanted to make sure Terry was ready for the second show. I glanced out the window and saw her Malibu pulling into the driveway.

“OK now young lady, I want you to sing for us and make us believe it! Ready-from the top…”

Im going out tonight—Im feelin alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise–really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout


Well it turned out that Debra actually couldn’t handle it very well and Terry looked like he was about to pass out again.

“Hi Debbie-hows things?”

“What the fuck is going on-is that a dildo he’s holding? And was he singing I feel like a woman? This is insane!”

“How about a nice drink and I can explain it to you. I thought you knew about Terry’s fetish?”

“Do you have vodka Teresa-I need vodka-and a Valium.

“Sure hun, you and I will have a nice talk while Bonnie does Terry’s nails. The same red as his lipstick Bon”.

Debra and I had a long talk and she calmed down considerably after her third drink.

“But Teresa, its just too weird. What does he want to do once he’s all dressed up like that besides sing?” and she let out a little giggle without thinking.

“Anything you want Debbie, anything you want”.

Debbie ended up a little too tipsy to safely drive home so Bonnie drove the two of them back in her convertible. Terry sat in the front dressed in a yellow sundress, stockings and heels, and a silk scarf around her long blond wig. I grabbed a CD and followed them in her Malibu.

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and…

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy—forget Im a lady
Mens shirts—short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild—yeah, doin it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action—feel the attraction
Color my hair—do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free—yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

Several facts were slightly changed to make a point and create an enjoyable post. I would never break up a marriage or unsuspectingly humiliate someone like that unless asked-nicely.
The song remains the same.



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