Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Still Falling

Now I really can't think of any more songs with "fall" in the lyrics or title.

First view of a sweater dress for the season...the green sweater dress by Connected Apparel, bought at Burlington Coat Factory in January 2009; the shoes are Mossimo "Viveca Blingy" green suede pumps, from Target in February 2013. Other accessories are scarf, red jewelry, red belt, and patterned hose.

Another pretty portrait (see I do smile in some of them!):

More pics on Flickr; still three more outfits to come; and don't forget to choose the man who makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Why Do I Always Take a Fall...

...when I fall in love?

I came up with another "fall" song--one I should have remembered, because it's from one of my favorite musicals. The song is titled "Fallin'" with lyrics by Carole Bayer Sager and music by Marvin Hamlisch, from They're Playing Our Song.

The tan twofer is by White Stag (a Wal-Mart label), found in a thrift shop in March 2011; the brown-and-black print skirt is by LYS, bought at Kmart in January 2012; the shoes are Kenneth Cole Unlisted "Bond Girl" bone peep-toe pumps, from Shoe Dept in January 2013. Other accessories are black-and-white jewelry and natural hose.

One of the best portraits from these two days:

More pics on Flickr; still a bunch more outfits to come; and don't forget to choose the man who makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Men We'd Love to See Feminized ~ Round 2, Week 2

Who makes the prettier girl?

Warren Beatty?

or Vince Vaughn?

Make you choice in the poll to the right.

Men We'd Love to See Feminized ~ Round 2, Week 1 Results

By an overwhelming majority, you think Wil Wheaton makes a prettier girl than Ben Affleck:

Monday, September 29, 2014

More Fall

Sorry--I've run out of song titles with "fall" or "falling".

The blouse with silver trim is brand new, from New Look, bought at Foreman Mills last week; the purple-and-gray tartan skirt is from Target's Merona line, purchased in November 2009; the shoes are Jaclyn Smith wine suede mary-jane pumps, from Kmart in August 2010. Other accessories are a white bow, silver jewelry, purple belt, and natural hose.

A happy portrait:

More pics on Flickr; still many more sessions to post; and don't forget to choose which feminized male makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Can't Help Falling...

..in love with you. The Elvis hit was written by Hugo Peretti, Luigi Creatore and George David Weiss, based on French melody "Plaisir d'amour".

The t-shirt dress is by Converse One-Star, bought at Target in January 2009. The shoes are new: Janine houndstooth pumps from Payless in September 2014 (last week). Other accessories are a white bow, red jewelry, black belt, and natural hose.

Another portrait:

More pics on Flickr; lots more dressing sessions to come; and don't forget to choose which feminized male makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Falling in Love...

...with love is falling for make believe...

Or so wrote Richard Rogers in the song from The Boys From Syracuse, a musical adapted by him and Lorenz Hart from Shakespeare's The Comedy of Errors. I used it here because this is my first posting for fall.

The black twofer top is by Worthington, found in a thrift shop in January 2012; the red tartan miniskirt is brand new--by Teenbell, bought at Foreman Mills last week; the shoes are Mossimo "Velda" red baby-doll oxford pumps, from Target in August 2008. Other accessories are a white bow, red tie tied in a bow, silver and chunky jewelry, and black knee socks. Overall, of course, the intended look is schoolgirl.

Here's a portrait:

I'll be spending all of Sunday and Monday at least partially en femme, so expect a lot of postings over the next few days; more pics are on Flickr; and don't forget to choose which feminized male makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Bunny Bimbo

Don't forget to choose which feminized male makes the prettier girl (details here)!

Friday, September 26, 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Summer With Aunt Felice

Another tale by "N"

Philip simply stared at his mother in disbelief as she read him the letter from his Aunt.

"I don’t like Felice," he muttered. "And I don’t like her son either."

"John’s your cousin." His mother reminded him snappily. "And you should try to get along with him. He doesn’t have many friends his own age and anyway, since the divorce, your Aunt seems to be very well off. You might enjoy being spoiled for the summer. You know how little money your father and I have."

Philip shrugged nonchalantly.

"How much is she giving you this time?"

His mother laughed nervously.

"She’s been very generous Philip. $5000 to cover our expenses here and she’s agreed to buy you some new clothes while you’re there too. I really can’t turn her down again."

"Well I guess it’s already been decided then." Philip said snappily.

"Thanks honey." His mother said almost apologetically. "You know how useful a little extra cash is round here. I appreciate you going."

Philip was 17 and in his last year at school. He was, as far as he could tell, a perfectly normal boy, a little small for his age and not particularly good at sports but, despite his late development, he was popular with some of his female classmates. He had been looking forward to getting to know a few of them better over the summer, once he was away from class where most of the other boys teased him about his slim frame and introspective nature but it seemed now that his plans had been wasted.

Despite his protests, he actually knew very little about his Aunt. He received the occasional letter with the regular supply of vitamins she sent for him, which he supposed she bought from some weird health shop in order to build him up. Looking down at his hairless chest and slim waist, Philip giggled as he considered what a waste of time the tablets had been. However, he was healthy enough and he didn’t really mind the attention so they weren’t a complete failure.

Philip had met his Aunt a couple of times when he was younger but he remembered how uneasy she made him feel, the way she treated him so delicately, the constant comments about his rough clothes and dirty face. He knew even less about his cousin but what he did know wasn’t good. John, the same age as his distant cousin, had apparently become almost a recluse after his parent’s divorce and, Philips mother had told him quietly one evening, he had trouble making friends of his own. Philip groaned as he continued packing his small suitcase. What had he let himself for?

Philip arrived at his Aunt’s huge house just before lunch, after a short taxi ride from the station. He steeled himself before setting off up the long gravel path, the electric gates closing silently behind him as he trudged wearily past the impressive statues that lined the long drive. He was already feeling slightly homesick, as he thought about his own modest home, now some 500 miles away. At least he would be able to call regularly he reminded himself. The door opened before he could ring the bell.

"Philip." Felice said as she embraced him warmly. "It’s great to see you. John is so looking forward to meeting you."

Philip squirmed as his Aunt hugged him, embarrassed by her open display of affection. He did his best to smile.

"Your mother was right. You’re hair is rather short." Felice said abruptly, running a well-manicured finger through her nephew’s tidy curls. "I like the color though so I think we’ll keep it dark with maybe just a hint of something to enhance the shine."

"I’m not sure what you mean." Philip said quizzically. "I don’t need…"

She dismissed his question with a wave.

"Come on in." she said, her critical tone fading as she smiled. "We’ll talk about all that later. Anyway, lots of people have their hair dyed nowadays; it’s no big deal."

Any further questions were put to the back of Philips mind as a tall young man thrust a hand towards him.

"Here, let me carry your suitcase."

"Your cousin, John." Felice introduced them.

"Hi." Philip said immediately, surprised to find himself liking his cousin on sight. "I was expecting you to be… well… smaller maybe."

"I kind of filled out a couple of years ago." John explained. "And I’ve been playing a lot of football as well as using the gym here."

"You’ve got a gym!" Philip stammered. "Could I use it too?"

Strangely, John and Felice hesitated momentarily before replying.

"Of course you can." Felice said hesitantly. "If you really feel you’re up to it later. I didn’t think working out was your thing. Perhaps John could show you later… after we’ve been shopping. We should really think about getting you some new clothes and, of course, we simply must get your hair done properly."

After the confusion of his arrival, Philip was glad to find he had at least been given a fantastic room with spectacular views over the garden and plenty of wardrobes and drawers for his things. Not that he had much with him he reminded himself but Felice was nothing if not generous and he was looking forward to being pampered a little even though he would rather spend the afternoon with his cousin than being dragged round the shops by his Aunt. He unpacked briskly and went downstairs for lunch.

"How’s the room?" John asked as he packed a huge mouthful of burger into his mouth.

"It’s great." Philip replied, looking glumly at his own small salad. "But there’s still someone else’s clothes in some of the cupboards, a girl I think; she must have forgotten them."

"Glad you like it." John mumbled between mouthfuls. "Mum will explain what she wants doing with the clothes later I guess, after you’ve been shopping together."

After lunch, he was given a handful of his Aunt’s ‘vitamin’ pills, more than he had ever taken before and whatever was in them left him feeling drowsy. When Felice finally led him into the hairdressing salon, he was too lethargic to protest.

"I’m not really sure this is me." Philip said when Felice finally arrived to pick him up, settling the extortionate bill with a gold credit card. "I mean I don’t mind the fact that it’s so spiky but I’m sure they dyed it and… well… I think it’s made me look rather effeminate."

Felice smiled kindly at her confused nephew.

"I did explain that you were going to have your hair done Philip." She said softly. "And it’s really nothing extravagant, just a few highlights to bring out your natural color and a light perm to give your hair some body. It’s been cut beautifully and, despite your reservations, you do look rather chic."

"Is it permanent?" Philip asked, brushing his new fringe from his eyes.

"Sort of." His Aunt replied. "The color should last a few weeks and the curl a little longer but, as your hair was so short, I’m not really convinced that we’ve done all we can with it yet. However, I suppose it will do until your hair grows. Of course, if you don’t want to wait that long, we could tide you over with something more daring."

"More daring? Philip mumbled. "Like what?"

"I have some beautiful wigs back at the house." Felice whispered, watching her nephew’s reaction closely. "You don’t have to decide right now. See how you feel in a couple of days and, if you do fancy trying something more adventurous, just let me know. I’ve got everything from waist-length fantasy styles to business-like bobs and we could turn you into a bubbly blond or a sophisticated brunette, whatever you prefer. I’m sure we’ll be able to find something you like."

Philip’s mouth dropped open as he struggled to take in what his Aunt was telling him.

"Are you saying that I’m supposed to look like a girl now?"

"No. Not at all." Felice replied laughing. "You’ll only look like a proper woman when the rest of your features have also been feminized appropriately. Actually Philip, while we’re discussing your impending emasculation, I spent most of the afternoon buying your first girlie outfit; just a pair of tight-fitting trousers and a loose cotton top to get you started. I thought the transition might be easier if we leave it a few days before tempting you into a skirt and blouse."

Philip began to feel dizzy as he struggled to comprehend what he was being told.

"You’ll get used to it all surprisingly quickly." Felice whispered as Philip collapsed. "And, once you’re accustomed to the more flattering tailoring and softer fabrics, you’ll feel much happier dressed in women’s clothes."

Felice caught her nephew as he fell.

"However, I do hope you enjoy wearing stilettos." she added, bundling him into her car. "There’s quite a collection of high heeled shoes waiting for you back at the house and I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed."


Philip wasn’t sure where he was when he woke. Everything seemed like a bad dream. His head hurt and his mouth felt stale and parched but, strangely, his lips weren’t dry or cracked or anything. In fact, his lips felt smooth and they tasted funny. He slowly opened his eyes and wondered momentarily why his eyelids felt so heavy. His ears hurt too. Spidery lashes fluttered on the edge of his blurred vision as he tried to remember what had happened.

"Welcome back." A familiar voice said softly. "You fainted in the shopping center. I managed to get you back home but you’ve been out for over 3 hours."

"My face feels funny." Philip murmured. "And I’ve been having such peculiar dreams. I thought that you were trying to turn me into a…"

Philip’s voice cracked as he lifted his hand and noticed for the first time that his well-bitten nails had somehow been transformed into bright red talons.

"I wasn’t dreaming?" he said slowly.

"No. You weren’t." Felice replied, sighing softly. "Apart from dressing you in that outfit I was telling you about, I took advantage of the fact that you were unconscious to apply just a little makeup and give you a manicure. Now that the glue has dried, your new fingernails are quite permanent. I hope you like the color of the polish; it matches your lipstick perfectly."

Philip groaned and closed his eyes in despair.

"I’m wearing mascara too aren’t I?" he said, his voice breaking as he bravely fought the urge to cry.

"Yes you are." Felice replied matter-of-factly. "As well as a light foundation and a little eye shadow. You’ve had your ears pierced too and, to start off your jewelry collection, I’ve given you a pair of earrings as a gift."

"I don’t understand why you’ve done this to me." Philip said more loudly.

"Take a look at yourself." Felice said, her voice soothing the incensed teenager. "Stand up and look in the mirror. Those weren’t vitamins I’ve been sending you all these years Philip, they were female hormones designed to delay the onset of puberty and keep you delightfully androgynous. I’ve been controlling your body since you were 10 years old to make you ready for this transformation.

"Go on. Take a look. See how beautiful you are."

Philip stood up, unsteady even in his recently acquired 2-inch heels, his slim legs straining against the firm containment of the leather that now covered them. He walked slowly across the room, stopped in front of the glass and then gasped as he saw what he had become.

"It can’t be me. It can’t." He whispered, as the tears began to fall down his whitened cheeks. "I’m a boy, almost a man. I don’t want to be a woman. I don’t care how pretty she is."

Felice smiled at her nephew’s choice of words. The next stage of his training would begin immediately.


A week later, a very different young man gazed at his reflection in the long mirror. So much had happened since that shocking awakening, that day when so many frightening possibilities had first engulfed his imagination. Felice had promised him beauty and glamour, two things he could never experience as a man and, eventually, he had succumbed to her whispered assurances. No one would ever know. She swore never to tell his mother and, once Philip’s bizarre summer holiday was over, it would remain their little secret. So, satisfied that his double life would remain undiscovered, Philip found himself slipping inexorably into a more feminine role, unconsciously adopting the mannerisms of an adolescent girl and adapting his psyche to suit the changes that were slowly overtaking his body.

With each passing day, he spent less and less time worrying about his increasing reliance on cosmetics and feminine fashions until eventually it became difficult to remember that he had ever been a typical young man. Almost without noticing, the boisterous ambitions of his male past had been replaced by the much gentler aspirations of wearing glamorous clothes and expensive makeup. With a little help from Felice, Philip gradually began to think of himself as just another pretty girl, his Aunt’s flattering suggestions reinforcing his more feminine traits as he slowly transformed himself from an unremarkable 17 year old boy into an attractive young woman. The enticements had proved too tempting, the life Felice had offered so much more appealing than the dull months of rejection and teasing he had anticipated back at home.

Philip ran his perfectly manicured fingers over the shimmering leather of his long legs and sighed with pleasure. He felt so much better now, more at ease with his new appearance than he could have ever believed possible. He had almost forgotten that the sleek gloss trousers he was wearing were actually tailored to fit a woman rather than a man. His lips, tinted pink as always and now much fuller since the collagen injection, parted in a wan half smile as he studied the beautiful face that looked back at him from the glass.

His brows had been plucked to thin arches, his hazel eyes wide, enhanced wonderfully by the delicate shades Felice had applied for him that morning and his skin pale and unblemished beneath a diaphanous dusting of white foundation. Unhappy with t-shirts, he had taken to wearing tops that were much more feminine, glamorous jackets and soft silk blouses to match the expensive refinement of his beautiful leather trousers. He had also continued to wear his 2-inch heels but no longer the staid pumps he had first been fitted with but now patent leather ankle boots with a shimmering luster that thrilled him whenever he put them on.

However, beneath the layers of feminine clothing, other improvements were less obvious. Surprisingly, his body was now completely hairless, depilated to an unnatural smoothness by Felice’s lotions. His legs and arms were already completely feminine, his waist nicely tapered and his hips widening nicely with the increased doses of feminizing hormones his Aunt had been giving him. Peering down at his developing body, he struggled momentarily with some residual conflict, some glimmer of shame but the moment passed. He was, after all, happy with what had been done to him so far. He decided that his feminine body was coming along nicely and only his chest was ripe for more radical enhancement.


He responded unthinkingly to his new name, risking one last glance at his disappointingly flat chest as he spun around on his modest heels to answer his Aunt’s call. He found her at the bottom of the stairs where he kissed her lovingly.

"John tells me you’re going into town with him this morning." Felice said. "I know you’ve been seeing quite a lot of each other recently but it’s quite soon to be going out in public, even with a man to look after you."

Philip blushed.

"I’m sure it’ll be okay with John there Aunt Felice but I have been wondering what I should wear."

"If you do need something to bolster your confidence my dear." Felice said kindly. "I could always lend you one of my wigs. You would look so much prettier with long hair."

Philip’s eyes lit up in excitement.

"I was thinking about asking but I wasn’t sure." Philip said, his embarrassment obvious. "May I… If you really don’t mind I mean… I wouldn’t want to…"

Felice smiled.

"Of course I don’t mind. Let’s go and see what I’ve got upstairs."

Half an hour later, Philip sighed as he studied himself in Felice’s vanity mirror. Long dark curls now fell in loose ringlets around his expertly made-up face, his own short hair effectively hidden beneath the incredible wig that Felice had just fitted for him.

"You can keep it if you like." Felice said. "I rarely wear it and, if it helps you look beautiful for John."

"Is there anything else?" Felice said, noticing Philip’s hesitation. "You know you only have to ask."

Philip tried not to stare at the silicone hemispheres half hidden in an open drawer but he felt so confused. His Aunt took the breast-forms from the darkness and placed them in his trembling hands.

"I’d love you to wear them." she whispered. "But I wanted you to be sure that you really wanted to. They come with a special adhesive but they’re quite large and you’ll need to wear a bra to support the extra weight. I know you’ve never considered wearing proper women’s underwear before but seeing as you’re going out, this might be a good time to find you some. We can get you something to hide that small bulge in your panties too if you like."

Philip hesitated only for a moment before nodding silently. Felice laughed at his obvious embarrassment, the difficulty he still had admitting what he had become, but her humor was kind rather than mocking. She hugged him warmly when her giggling subsided a little.

"Look Philippa. Once we’ve done all this… you know… attached the breast forms and fitted your underwear and everything, you’re going to look absolutely fantastic, the most attractive you’ve ever been. Well, I’ve been thinking… if you’re going to be wearing stockings… I thought you might like to try a skirt for a change, something quite short so you won’t look out of place with the rest of the girls in the mall but stylish enough to set you apart too. I was also wondering…"

Felice paused for a moment.

"If you do decide to go with the skirt, you should wear some proper stilettos too, nothing too extreme for the moment but they should have at least a 5-inch heel."

In the space of just one short hour, Philip was totally transformed. Felice had attached his wonderful new breasts lovingly before helping him into his first bra. The white lace looked pretty but the sensation of filling the material with his own bust and actually having a real cleavage thrilled him totally. With his penis hidden, his crotch was perfectly flat beneath the thin panties. Even as he tried to get used to this strange feeling of smoothness, Felice was attaching stockings to suspenders and, very soon, Philippa was ready to put on a crisp white blouse, which was open, just enough to allow tantalizing glimpses of her new breasts. A stunning leather skirt, short and tight, was quickly wrapped around her slim waist and then Philippa was almost ready. She sighed as she finally slipped her toes into the welcoming elevation of her first 5-inch heels.


Shopping was marvelous. Philip so enjoyed being with his handsome cousin, he almost forgot that, inside at least, he was still a boy. They even had lunch together, Philip slowly and unselfconsciously warming to his role as John’s pretty ‘other half’ while they ate. Philip only took a small bowl of soup as he was watching his weight but the food didn’t really matter anyway; he was enjoying the attention he was getting much too much for that. Doors were opened for him, chairs slid into place whenever he sat and John was enchanting, enchanting enough for Philip almost not to notice the looks he was getting from almost every man in the restaurant. He smiled. He felt so confident now that he had such a beautiful figure, he didn’t even consider that he might have been recognized. Philip smiled to himself; he knew what those men were thinking and it most certainly didn’t involve him being a man.

Philip’s routine went on like this for most of the summer. He woke late and bathed, still applying the creams and lotions Felice supplied for him despite the fact that his facial and bodily hair had stopped growing months before. He now had a 24-inch waist and, Philip giggled as he remembered how surprised (and happy) John had been about this discovery, his waist could be further constricted to a fetishistic 20-inch circumference in the right underwear. It was Felice who had first tempted him into a light satin basque and, from there, into waist clinchers and finally the restrictive stays and tight linen of his first real corset. It was not long after that when his Aunt gave him his first leather foundation garments and from then on he was lost. Once he grown accustomed to leather, more exotic materials followed and Philip blushed as he recalled what he had worn the night before just to tease his handsome cousin. John had been speechless when he blundered into Philip’s room to find his feminized best friend! Struggling with the suspenders of a skin-tight rubber corselette, his legs sheathed in shimmering black latex and his full breasts wobbling enticingly in a matching rubber bra. Philip’s cheeks flushed an even deeper pink as he recalled John’s shocked face and saw, for the first time, the desire etched into his cousin’s rugged features. Philip felt incredibly flattered of course and he had long since accepted that he had developed something of an adolescent crush on his sporty cousin but, despite the changes that had overtaken him, the thought of actually taking it their relationship any further hadn’t even crossed his mind.

Unbeknown to Philip, all that was just about to change...

Philip spoke to his mother regularly on the telephone and she had even commented on, what appeared to her, to be her son’s constant excitement. The pitch and intonation of his voice had altered over the holiday but the change had been gradual enough for her not to realize that Philip now spoke with the breathy high-pitched tones of a typical teenage girl. Of course, he didn’t tell her that Felice’s hormone treatment had now progressed from tablets to regular injections and that the increased doses had not only transformed his voice but also given him the rounded hips and buttocks of a shapely young woman. Nor did he mention that his waist had become equally well defined and, to all intents and purposes, his figure was now that of a typical 17 year old girl. Philip obviously didn’t mention the gaping cleavage he was so proud of. How could he have known that, beneath the pert silicone of his synthetic bust, his own breasts were already growing at an alarming rate?

After these regular calls, it came as a huge surprise when Felice told him that his mother was coming to pick him up in 2 weeks time.

"You look disappointed." Felice commented, seeing the young girl’s lips tremble slightly as she heard the news.

"I’ve really enjoyed my stay Aunt Felice. I really have." Philip said quietly, barely able to stop himself crying. "I didn’t think it would all have to end so soon, that’s all."

Felice studied him intently for a moment before continuing.

"This isn’t the end Philippa." Felice said confidently. "In fact, your mother’s arrival will mark the start of your new life."

She paused.

"Your new life here with us."

"I can’t let my mother see me like this." Philip exclaimed, gazing down at the female body that looked so enticing in a revealing net dress and high stiletto heels. "You’ll have to remove my silicone breasts and stop giving me hormones. She would never let you get away with what you’ve done to me."

"Actually Philippa." Felice murmured threateningly. "You’ll have breasts of your own when you next meet your mother, not those plastic enhancements you’ve been wearing so proudly for the last month or two but real ones. After the operation, you’ll have a voluptuous 36-inch bust and a drop-dead figure to match."

"Operation! What operation?" Philip said more forcefully than he had expected.

"One of my friends happens to be an excellent surgeon." Felice said coldly, "And I’ve already made your appointment. Aside from the breast augmentation, you’ll have some minor facial work to highlight your cheekbones and fill out your lips, liposuction to make that tiny waist of yours a more permanent feature and a some general skin softening to complete your transformation."

She hesitated as if she was trying to remember some last detail.

"Oh yes. How could I forget?" she eventually continued. "We’ll finally get rid of that useless sliver of flesh between your legs of yours too; turn it into something much more agreeable. I wouldn’t worry about it too much Philippa. I’m told that you’ll retain all sensation in the area. In fact, as you’ve been taking hormones for so long, your new vagina may even give you more pleasure than your current equipment. Anyway, I’m sure John will be gentle with you when you finally give in to your new body’s natural desires."

"I wouldn’t ever… I’d never… " Philip stammered. "It’s too horrible to even…"

Felice silenced his protests with a casual wave of her hand.

"You are obviously attracted to my son." Felice said. "And once you have the necessary equipment, you’ll soon be tempted to experiment a little. By the time your mother arrives, kissing John will seem like the most natural thing in the world and, even though it’s no business of mine what young couples get up to nowadays, you will soon develop a more intimate sexual relationship with my son."

"This is preposterous." Philip sobbed. "My mother will never forgive you for this."

Felice smiled.

"Actually Philippa, your mother is contributing half of the money for your surgery. She always wanted a daughter and you have been such a disappointment for her."


Philippa finished brushing her beautiful long hair. The perm had taken well and she liked the new style, the tight curls cascading in ringlets around her pretty face, the way her glossed lips glistened invitingly, their dark sheen contrasting nicely with her pale skin. She had worn long false lashes for the first time tonight, dramatic makeup seeming to suit the glistening black latex of her skin-tight costume.

The rubber dress had been John’s idea as it showed off her figure so well but she didn’t mind the rather overt sexual availability that latex seemed to suggest. Ever since the operation, she had been fighting a losing battle against the temptations of her flesh. Just as Felice had said, it was now only a matter of time before she finally succumbed to her cousin’s clumsy advances. It mattered little that she advertised the fact so openly, her mother would soon get used to her daughter’s lascivious sexuality.

Cupped comfortably above a tight PVC corset, Philippa’s breasts heaved as another wave of pleasure washed over her. The sensitivity of her surgically enhanced nipples still surprised her even 3 weeks after the operation that had finally turned her into a proper woman. She shuddered slightly at the thought of what they had done to her but, beneath the membranous skin of her latex g-string, the smoothness of her crotch was some comfort.

Philippa bent her narrow waist, straining against the restriction of her stays to slip her feet into a pair of patent leather sandals with 6-inch heels. Her fetish for extreme stilettos amused her greatly and John definitely found them a turn-on. She smiled, imagining his reaction when he saw her, his eyes wandering over her sheathed body, his excitement obvious to her and everyone else in the room. Teasing him would be easy tonight.

Philippa rose and left her bedroom wondering what she should say to her mother. She supposed it would be a difficult moment for both of them but, now that the surgical reassignment was over, they would both have to accept that Philippa was now an attractive young woman. John was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and Philippa kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of his masculinity and enjoying the closeness of his muscular body. She wondered if perhaps tonight would be the night. The secret thought made her smile.

Philippa took John's hand as she opened the door. She hesitated momentarily, glancing down at her shimmering rubber body and towering heels, before entering the room. Philippa was still smiling as her mother saw her for the first time, stifling a shriek of surprise as she stared in wonder at what her son had become. Philippa walked gracefully across the room, clinging to John's hand for emotional support but enjoying the delicious insecurity of her heels as her new breasts bobbed enticingly beneath the gloss latex of her dress. She leaned dangerously close to her mother.

"Thank you for arranging all this for me." She said softly, running her beautifully manicured nails through her boyfriend's hair as she spoke. "John and I are both very happy with my transformation."


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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

She-Male Love Doll

A story by "N"

[On my old website, I invited readers to submit their own stories. "N" sent in a quite a few, nearly all involving--as this one does--both latex and mind control.]

John looked down at his desk and saw mountains of paperwork. His boss was a hard woman. He had just finished an article on accelerated hormone therapy that was being tried, apparently with some success, on volunteer prisoners. He pressed a button on his computer and sent the article to the sub-editor for inclusion in the evening edition of the newspaper. He was happy with his work and, watching the picture of one of the more successful cases, a brutish male sex offender who had been converted into a rather pretty and far less dangerous female catalogue model, disappear from the screen he smiled and wondered what his next assignment would be. He did not have long to wait. His boss appeared on the video link and ordered him to come to her office. She had obviously been alerted about his finished submission and she wasn’t the kind of woman you refused so John simply shrugged and got up from his desk.

As he walked, he considered why he was being forced to work so hard. She knew it was his birthday. As a millennium baby, he had received enough press attention and there was no way she would have forgotten, even 25 years after she had first written about him. He tried to hide his dejected mood as he knocked on the door.

"Hi John." She mumbled, rifling through some papers on her desk. "I’ve got a new story for you, some real investigative journalism for a change."

John’s eyes lit up.

"There have been a few disappearances from one of the seedier parts of the city, nobody important but it’s got the prostitutes worried and the police seem to have drawn a blank. I have a contact downtown who tells me that one of the big corporations in the area are up to some funny business too. There’s probably no connection but I’d like you check it out for me."

"Yeah. No problem." John replied immediately. "What’s the address?"

"It’s all in the file."

She threw a buff folder across the desk.

"Oh. Before you hurry off. I’d like you to take one of the student reporters with you on this one. I don’t expect it to be dangerous, just some background research for now so she should be safe enough with you. Don’t get her into any trouble."

John saluted humourlessly and left the office.

Later that night, two hunched figures sat in their car outside the vast factory belonging to the Nakamichi Genetics group. His boss had been right about one thing; it was a really rough area. John turned to his new partner, a fledgling reporter called Natalie Johnson; she was barely 18 years old.

"Not a lot happening from where I’m sitting." He mumbled, trying not to stare at her long legs.

Natalie was an attractive young woman he thought idly but it would be better not to overplay his hand. He had only known her for a few hours but, despite her rather understated taste in clothes, she seemed very nice and she was definitely keen to be a good reporter. Natalie sank back in the seat, putting the digital binoculars on the dash as she stretched. John tried to make out more of her figure beneath the baggy jumper and jogging bottoms she had worn for her first real assignment but it wasn’t going to be possible without drawing attention to himself. He gave up.

"I’ve seen nothing either." She whispered, bending over in the cramped space to tie up her training shoes. "There’s been a few trucks leaving the main entrance but the lights all seem to be off now so I expect they’ve all gone home."

"Where we should be." John said, smiling.

"You know they’ve left a door open." Natalie said matter-of-factly.

"Really?" John woke up a little. "Well I don’t suppose it really matters. We can’t go in. That would be breaking and entering."

"If we were caught." Natalie grinned in the darkness. "And anyway, it’s not breaking if the door’s open, just entering and I’m sure they wouldn’t put us away for that."

Before he could react, Natalie got out of the car and began to make her way along the factory wall and, as John tried to call her back in a whisper, he watched her disappear though the mysteriously open door. He kicked himself. He hadn’t even seen the door from the car and, to make matters worse, he now felt slightly responsible for his partner’s safety. Cursing under his breath, he locked the car and followed her into the darkness.

John waited while his eyes grew accustomed to the harsh brightness of the lights. A hand tugged at his arm.

"Look at those figures." Natalie hissed.

"They’re only mannequins." He replied.

"No. Look at what they’re wearing."

John gasped in surprise.

"Kinky" he offered, staring at the rows of mute dummies. "I wonder who’s dressed them up like that. It’s more like a fetish warehouse than a genetic engineering factory."

"Exactly." Natalie said as she hurried off to examine the latex clad figures more closely. "This must be what they send out on those trucks I’ve been watching all night."

John nodded, trying to understand what the Nakamichi company would be doing making fetish dolls rather than the biochemical products he had been expecting. He looked at one of the plastic women more closely and was immediately aware of how lifelike they were. He tentatively tugged a loose fold of black rubber from a surprisingly elegant thigh and jumped as the figuring moved slightly.

"It’s almost as if they’re alive." He said as quietly as he could manage. "The skin feels almost real and someone’s gone to a great deal of trouble over their cosmetics. Hey Natalie, have you seen these shoes. No real woman could walk in these."

He pointed at the nearest doll, an exaggerated blond creation resplendent in a full fetish outfit and apparently balancing without any sign of support on the most incredible heels he had ever seen; they must have been six or seven inches high. The doll was so tall, her over-inflated breasts were level with his eyes.

"It’s not the footwear that bothers me John." Natalie said slowly. "Have you noticed how they’ve all got some sort of device on the back of their necks?"

John stepped behind the kinky mannequin and peered at a tiny black box set into the perfectly smooth synthetic flesh. He hadn’t noticed it at first because the strange figures were all wearing tight steel collars.

"I wonder why they bother putting soft rubber around the edges of these metal collars?" he said as he studied the peculiar device, which had been placed just beneath the figure’s hairline. "It’s not as if they’re going to bothered about comfort or anything is it?"

A single red light blinked slowly but regularly from the otherwise unbroken surface of the mannequin’s neck box. He turned to ask Natalie if she had any idea what the thing might be used for when he noticed that she had disappeared again. He shuddered as he turned, a careless brush against the mannequin’s rubbery skin unsettling him slightly. The white skin was definitely rubbery but also softly yielding and, more disturbingly, slightly warm. He walked quickly back along the row of fetish dolls wondering if the Nakamichi Corporation had been researching anything other than genetic engineering. He found her at the far end of the factory, peering intently at a strangely shaped conveyor belt.

"This must be where they load up the basic figures before they’re dressed and made up." She said, barely looking up at him. "This belt has clamps for their feet and further down there’s some sort of head and arm restraints to hold them steady before they’re taken into the next area."

She pointed at a human-shaped hole in the wall where the long conveyor disappeared into another part of the factory.

"Do men really buy this sort of thing?" she asked quizzically.

"Not this man." John said a little too hurriedly. "Look. We’d better get out of here before we’re picked up by security. I’ve seen enough for--"

He was interrupted by the loud hiss of compressed air and just managed to throw himself out of the way of a huge metallic arm as it whistled past only inches from his head.

"Natalie. What have you done? Which buttons did you press?"

The question was answered with little more than a surprised squeak and, as John looked up, he suddenly realised what was happening.

"Natalie. Move!" he shouted.

She started to run but it was far too late and John could only watch in horror as one of the vast robotic arms snapped closed around her legs. As Natalie began to fall, the other arm gingerly captured her flailing wrists and placed her back in an upright position. There was a moment’s silence.

"John. I’m all right." Natalie breathed, her voice ragged with shock. "It’s not hurting me. I think it’s just the automatic loading mechanism."

As she spoke, she realised what the statement might actually mean and, as John slowly recovered his senses and tried to find the control mechanism, Natalie found herself lifted into the air and slowly propelled towards the conveyor belt.

"You’ve got to stop it John." She stuttered, her fear mounting as the arms carefully rotated her above the stationary belt.

"Please hurry." She cried out as she was lowered gently towards the waiting clamps, the tight constriction of the arm making any movement of her legs quite impossible.

John could barely bring himself to watch as the whirr of electric motors heralded the closure of the rigid brace around Natalie’s ankles. As if he was dreaming he saw the circles of gleaming metal encase her legs just before the conveyor burst into life and began carrying it’s struggling victim towards the opening in the wall.

"You’ve got to do something." Natalie said, her voice now shrill and panicked as she was forced to look straight ahead to make sure she was not injured by the head restraint which was already being attached to the back of her neck. Natalie fell silent as probes extended from the metal and gently circled her cheeks before coming together beneath her chin, rendering her completely immobile. This strange bondage seemed to sap her will and John stared in horror as Natalie held out her arms to meet the incoming restraints.

"I can’t do anything about it John." she grunted, barely able to speak in the uncomfortably taut position the machine had placed her in. "I’m sure it won’t hurt me if I don’t struggle too much but please try to turn it off. You’ve got to help me."

John was torn between following her into the adjoining room to try and comfort her as best he could or searching for the control panel. Eventually he chose the latter and ran headlong past the arms as they retracted from her body. As he frantically looked around the computers and switches for some clue as to how the machine might be stopped, he heard Natalie scream as she disappeared through the body-shaped hole in the wall. Five minutes later, unable to find anything useful, he ran into the next area of the factory to try to find something in there but, as he spilled into another brightly lit area, he immediately realised that there were no controls, no computers, nothing; the process was obviously fully automatic.

He turned around slowly, fully expecting to see his young protégéé torn to shreds by the powerful mechanisms that surrounded her but instead he saw that she was now comfortably supported by a long back-brace, attached to her body at the head and ankles. Natalie’s arms were held out in a rigid ‘T’ and she was totally silent. As the slow movement of the conveyor continued, he realised why. A rubber hose now ran from a thick plug in her mouth and the machine was already busy fitting smaller tubes up her nose. He guessed from the distension of her throat that the tubes ran far deeper than just her mouth and he hoped that she would be too shocked to feel any pain. As he watched, the device tilted into a horizontal position but the conveyor continued as Natalie’s feet were lifted from their receptacles and she was taken into an enclosed area. As the door closed, John just managed to see her being lowered gently into a pool of viscous liquid before he managed to think clearly enough to look for a telephone. At least he could ring for an ambulance.

The search turned out to be as futile as his previous efforts so he returned to the conveyor belt. He was just in time. Another door opened just as he arrived and he gasped loudly as Natalie’s dripping form emerged from the steam. However, she looked very different now from how she had looked when he left her. The tubes had been removed from her mouth and nose and, more startlingly, so had everything else. The young woman was now completely naked and quite bald. Whatever solvent sat bubbling in the tank, it had removed every last hair from her body along with her clothes and shoes. John stared in amazement as the nude figure was carried towards what looked like a paint-spraying rig. Nozzles sprung from this device and, just as he had been expecting, they began covering Natalie’s flesh in a sticky white fluid. It dried in seconds, immediately lending her the smooth rubbery sheen that he had seen earlier on the mannequins in the other part of the factory. He stood in silence as she was carried towards him, to all intents and purposes now just a lustrous alabaster doll. Her eyes were wide open in terror but these were the only points of colour on an otherwise unblemished body. Her gloss white lips parted slightly as she pleaded silently for her ordeal to end but it was useless. They both knew what would happen next.

A large open box descended slowly from the ceiling before sealing itself closed around her neck. John could only guess what was going on but when it opened a few minutes later, it was apparent that the next stage of Natalie’s transformation was complete. Her face was now immaculately made up, her lips given a deep crimson shine, her brows plucked and shaped into fine black arches above the silver and grey shading of her eyes. Her lashes, removed by the liquid in the previous room, had been replaced by incredibly long spidery strands that were now thick with mascara and matched perfectly the delicate sweep of kohl that defined her eyes. A sweep of dark blusher completed her bizarre appearance but they had little time to consider her glamorous new appearance as the next machine placed a bobbed blond wig onto her bald head and, after a moment’s adjustment, sealed it to her skin with a hiss of steam.

Before she disappeared for the last time, John saw a flash as lasers scanned her naked body, sizing her for the outfit she was now doomed to wear. When she appeared on the far side of this last device, John barely recognised the young woman who had accompanied him on this ill-gotten venture. Beneath the lush cosmetics and the obvious glamour allure of her wig, her features were still vaguely recognisable. However, beneath the clinging black latex of her intensely perverse costume, it was obvious that her body had been modified slightly; her breasts larger and firmer than they had been before, her waist radically narrowed and now constrained in a tight leather corset. Her legs seemed longer too but that they may have just been the six-inch stiletto heels that jutted sharply from the thigh high boots she was now wearing. She turned towards him as the various metallic attachments retracted from her body and then, finally released from her bondage, the new Natalie stepped slowly from the conveyor.

"My god. Are you all right?" John asked, barely able to believe that she was still alive.

Natalie didn’t answer but continued walking, surprisingly gracefully in such incredible heels, as if she was actually enjoying herself. She caught a glimpse of herself in one of the polished steel surfaces as she teetered towards him and, amazingly, she smiled at her reflection.

"Natalie. Are you sure you’re okay?"

"Mmm." She purred. "I feel wonderful. Like I’ve never felt before John. Look how beautiful I am and you wouldn’t believe how turned on I feel. This latex membrane is so much more sensitive than my old skin and its covered me absolutely everywhere. I feel so aroused. Seeing those mannequins earlier, I never realised how wonderful it would be to become one too. Look at my figure, my face and my hair. I would never have struggled so violently if I’d realised what it would be like."

John gasped as the intensely beautiful latex love doll bent down and kissed him, her body shuddering with pleasure as she pressed her rubbery mound against his crotch. He was too surprised to resist and he barely noticed the tiny unit with its flashing green light on the back of her neck as he responded to her unnatural desires.

"Natalie. What have they done to you?" he screamed as he finally pulled away. "They’ve turned you into a…"

He was silenced as a large mechanical arm grabbed his wrists.

"I’m a latex pleasure doll now John, programmed to serve whoever is lucky enough to buy me."

She paused as the machines lifted the struggling form onto the conveyor belt.

"You’ll understand in an hour or so after your own transformation."

The mannequin giggled as she sat down and lit a cigarette, watching John’s body being transported to the first of the machines.

"You’re going to be made into the she-male version." She called after him. "And then you’ll be given a beautiful figure and large ripe breasts just like me except you’ll be allowed to keep your penis too. Some of the male customers like that in a woman but, once your implant has been activated, you won’t mind that at all."


John finished applying his makeup and gazed down at his sleek body. The latex dress clung deliciously to his narrow waist and full breasts. In his five-inch stiletto heels, he was now well over six feet tall but the customer had wanted that and anyway, John enjoyed the delicious insecurity he felt as he tottered about on their patent leather points, the heels accentuating his well-rounded buttocks and glistening rubberised legs.

Brushing an errant blond hair from his beautifully made up eyes, he walked slowly across the room. A man was waiting for him on the bed. John’s corset creaked slightly as he leaned forward and kissed him fully on the lips.

"What would you like me to do for you today?" John whispered seductively, his voice now that of a young teenage girl.

He smiled in anticipation as his new owner replied. Fellatio was one of his favourites.


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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Mag Cover: Sissy Vogue

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Men We'd Love to See Feminized ~ Round 2, Week 1

In this round, I'll present two of the winners of Round 1...you have to pick the one who makes the better-looking girl. Is it:

Ben Affleck?

or Wil Wheaton?

Make your choice in the poll to the right.

Men We'd Love to See Feminized ~ Round 1, Week 22 Results

A total runaway for Wil Wheaton:

Round 2 begins today, with slightly different rules.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Mag Cover: Sissiteen

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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Mag Cover: Femme-Boy Glamour

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

Mag Cover: Girlboy

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Friday, September 19, 2014

Mag Cover: Cosmo for Sissies

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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Mag Cover: Harper's Bizarre

Haven't done one of these in quite a while.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Men We'd Love to See Feminized ~ Round 1, Week 22

So sorry! I forgot to update the poll!

This is the final week of round one; as usual, choose the man you'd love to see feminized in the poll to the right.

Lyle Waggoner

Wil Wheaton