Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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If people were just honest and treated each other with respect there would be no need for all the excuses and lies. If you cheat it's because you don't love the person you are with.....? 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." In all truth the question doesn't really matter! the reason is more defining as to why we do what we do. She came over to ungag me. She ripped off the tape, ouch, and then pulled out what had been in my mouth. It was a pair of panties. "Don't worry, they're clean, Tom. Hmm, I'm going to have to figure out a name for you because Tom just isn't working with that outfit. How about...Tina?" she asked. "You are enjoying this a lot, aren't u?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Oh yes, this is so much fun. I can't do this kind of stuff with my girlfriends or boyfriends."

I am going to be more eco friendly and embrace new tech that helps save the planet and I am going to try and do my bit for the natural world on my property.I see crossdressing as a form of art; an art in which the canvas is our own body. I this regard, it seems unfair that as we gain experience in our craft, the canvas decays in quality, making it difficult to achieve the same results as before. With the focus on my having an ** out of the way meant that she did not feel the need to perform and we both started to look for ways to engage with the other person. Hugging, kissing, touching, flowers, cleaning the house for her. And she relaxed. The kissing lead to touching lead to her having an **.

I've not been asked buy my parents why I do this crossdressing malarkey as of yet but it will come at some point so when it does what do I say? WE!!" I had forgot about the other woman who now seemed to be moving around behind me. I had been transfixed on the items Sara had been pulling out of the box.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. I don't become sexually excited as much as I used to because she has made me her stay at home sissy husband. I do get a small ** when I am dressed in ** which she sees and knows I like them. I have had pills that I take some times to keep from becoming sexually excited except for when she wants me to. I dress like a sissy girl, now that I no longer work because this is what she wants. I do as my wife tells me so that I am not chastised, which is very uncomfortable. I am told over and over that females are the superior to males. I am also told over and over that real man are dominant and have larger ** than that of a sissy such as myself. I only get erections when she wants me to ** for her amusement or when getting new ** or other female clothing. When that time comes she puts numbing cream on my ** and gives me five minutes to climax which I normally can not due. There," she said. "That should be a little more comfortable for the time being. I don't want you to get used to this though. I will be mostly using rope and tape and a few other ingenious little devices, but for today I will use these cuffs. Just one more thing and we can get started. I need you blindfolded. This won't be a normal thing but just for today." It all started innocently enough. I never meant to do it, it just sort of happened. I got home from school, when I was in the 10th grade. I put my bag down on my desk, and noticed that mom had left the laundry basket on my bed. This was her signal that I was supposed to put the clothes away in my drawers, and bring down any dirty clothes I had. Why are all your blinds closed? What were you up to? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know” she said.

She stood up and took out her camera. Doing this just us and that was it was one thing, but doing this and taking pictures was another. We all have and most still do ask ourselves why we are like this but we very rarely ask what drives us. what makes us do what we do whatever stage you are on the spectrum. Nobody would know a thing! Some time passed, and I was still doing it. It was so exciting that I wanted to try to push the envelope, and do something more daring. So I waited for a good time when nobody else was home, and went into Jody’s closet. I dug through all the things on hangers, until I found one of her blouses that might fit me. She didn’t wear it too often (I didn’t think), so she wouldn’t notice it. And there was a red plaid skirt that she used to wear to school, but didn’t anymore. 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 could feel the woman on top of me testing the restraints to make sure they were secure. I could already tell that they were.Come on, we’re late. We’re taking your father out to dinner tonight for his birthday. Don’t you remember?” My name is Tom and I'm 16. I have an interesting story about how I was crossdressed and bound. The friend's name is Karen and she's 15, 5'6, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cheerleader. She's pretty attractive, but we're mostly friends so I try not to look at her that way. I'm around 5'10 with brown hair and eyes. After a great meal and sex we laid in bed together where I secretly wondered what surprise my wife had in store. Identity Theft & financial fraud (there's even a reference - probably unintentional, since I'm not sure if the phrase was in common usage at the time - to money laundering); a video game commercial in the 90s or early 2000s (idk for what, I think it was a console). A little brother is begging his sister and her friend to do her chores so he can buy it. She says "you want it do bad, you'll do anything?" Cut to him being given a makeover, looking sadly at the camera