Satinmaid's Bumper Book of Feminisation Stories

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Carolyn praised me, “Ooh yes honey that’s perfect. You look so precious, Honey. You've made Mistress very happy.”

Charged with a crime he did not commit, a man is subjected to an unusual interrogation technique, by a bureaucracy that will admit to no mistakes. Bueno, I’m pleased you say that but I’m not sure you do understand absolutamente. We market only female products so you must use only female products”. My cousins ran a hot bath for me, and while waiting, unknowing to me, mom and my sister, bid a farewell to aunt and thanked her for such a lovely day.Ooh Carolyn that was just wonderful. You are really mothering me, I can’t remember being so pampered and loved.” We drove on, heading down the shaded boulevard toward the academy. “I'm sure we'll find your suitcase, but it will be so much of a shame; you look so pretty as a girl.”

Lucilla took Stephen to his desk outside her office followed by a young dark haired lady. “This is where you’ll work”. You’ll work quite closely with Anne here who will help you settle in. You´ll be helping her and doing quite a lot of our admin and supporting Anne on her project work. When you’ve settled I’ll call you to come and see me in my office as we have to think about your rough edges”. As she slid the silky panties up and down along my member, I began to shudder, “Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!” With that, my shaft erupted into the delicate little panties and I collapsed down onto the vanity seat. At this point I considered myself to be a girl. I felt totally mortified; never had I been treated like such a completely helpless child. Despite my humiliation, Carolyn smiled as the sound of water splashing in the bowl echoed in the small stall. When I was finished, instead of replacing my panties to their former position, the maid had me stand, my petticoats still raised to waist level. She took a tissue and gently dried the tip of my penis, and with the frilly white panties still around my ankles, she opened her purse and removed a small container. Emmett Syster thought he was having a bad day when his junk disappeared—just like that. Then it got worse. A lot worse…Stephen had not wanted this discussion although he was distracted by Anne’s increasing friendliness. I did as told, and all watched me, as my aunt wrapped a towel around me outside the conservatory. Aunt held it, while mom, under it, pulled my pants off.

An experimental story with a focus on atmosphere. One reader at TG Storytime mentioned its “surreal, dreamlike quality”, which is exactly what I was aiming for. Why on earth did you fool around, in the knowing mom has to return early, to be up for work in the morning. You’re not getting into the car like that. Don't you just adore this wonderful petticoat, honey?” Aunt Mary asked, giving the skirt a shake. An almost imperceptible moan escaped from my lips, as the loud frou-frou and the silken touch of the lace brushing my nylon-sheathed thighs seemed to envelope me in a kind of soft cloud. Stephen walked across the meeting room his head and shoulders hanging down. He could feel the material against his thighs and he had to admit inside it did feel nice against his hairless legs, moving in the air. Another spurt of growth down below. It was now showing under the skirt, pushing out the front a little, changing the flow of the material.It would be nice to have a more feminine name Stevie” said Anne “What’s it to be”? She leant over and touched his arm again and moved closer sliding her chair to be next to him, moving her head into his body space.

A cross-dresser with a very understanding wife finds out just how accepting of his lifestyle and his womanhood she really is (and there’s a bonus caption to boot). Though she tried not to giggle, it was obvious me Carolyn took great delight in my misfortune. “Don't look so sad, Chrissy; there'll be time enough to try on all sorts of pretty things now. It'll be just like having a real live Barbie Doll to dress for a few days. Come Monday, I'll wager you'll feel terrible wearing nasty boy clothes.” I knew that was true as these clothes they put me in were so much nicer and softer than my own.

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I reluctantly left Aunt Mary's breast but was also excited at the same time by what was going to be done to me next. There was a desk in the room and I was lead to it by Carolyn. Carolyn said,”We will use this as your changing table”, after she put a blanket on the desk. I was helped up onto the desk after Carolyn removed my baby doll nightie.