Enforced Transformations ~ Men Forced to Crossdress

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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. I don’t know what got over me. I am really sorry Jody. I promise.. I will never do this again.” I answered, almost about to cry. 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.

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. Even after a subliminal forced boyhood I still saw myself as a girl. even people who met me for the first time had to ask if I was a boy or a girl right up to the age of 12.. What you see now is just my bloody mindedness me saying "I only have one go at this life and I will be who I want to be regardless" In a nutshell ** peaked around the time we got married. After we had a couple of kids it was pretty **. She let me have ** with her but it was worse than **. She had no energy and no interest in **. We had marriage counselling. Actually several times. Pretty much a waste of time. We were two people living in the same house with me pushing her for ** and she would resist resist resist and eventually let me do it.Whereas once it was a few minutes with a climax and a downer now we have sometimes an hour of stimulation teasing. We are so much closer. I am desperate. I think about ** all the time. (That is why I am here) but I dare not ** because I would feel weak and I know I would feel depressed afterwards. I do not push for ** because that causes her to shut down. Just occasionally she will say that I can **. Maybe two times a year. This had been so much fun, I just want to make sure we can do it again sometime. I'm sure you'll understand." 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'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? After a great meal and sex we laid in bed together where I secretly wondered what surprise my wife had in store.

No way! I won’t.” I said angrily. “Fine, if you won’t then I will tell mom and dad what you were doing with my stuffs!” She said and turned around marching to the door. 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 have been married for eight years, but for the last two years my wife has made me change. Her not being as sexually active as I would like, unlike me who always seemed to be aroused. I was always aroused and like most men eager to get it on. However my wife had become growingly tired of this and my seemingly endless small erections. She had become so discussed when she would see me with an **. She would tell me that is not a mans ** at all, it is to small. We had not had ** in over a year at the time and she had been saying that we need to do something to keep my small erections from happening all the time. Over the last two years she has gotten her way by molding me to what she calls the perfect husband. What?” I asked her again. “I want you to do all the house chores for the next few days until mom and dad arrives. You know, cook food, do the dishes, do the laundry and everything else.” She said with a grin on her face. I woke up late the next morning since it took me quite a while to fall asleep. Sara was already up and out of the room. My arms were sore from being pinned behind me and my wrist ached from the tightness of the zip tie. It didn't help that I had struggled against the bonds for an hour before falling asleep. No doubt I was using muscles that I don't normally use having a corporate job for most of my life. My jaw was sore from the ball gag in my mouth, but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment. I began to struggle against my restraints again since I was alone and this seemed like my best chance to free myself.Pornography Distribution ("hey mister, would you like to see ... ?"), compulsive masturbation likely leading to indecent exposure; She smiled as I squirmed on the table. The cuffs held me down on the table so tightly that I could only muster a slight wiggle. With no leverage still, there just wasn't anything I could do to stop whatever was about to happen. She began pulling more items out of the box and setting them on the table. I watched as each item came out. They consisted of a 3 inch roll of duct tape, a 2 inch roll of duct tape, rope, electrical tape, a maxi pad, a bikini, a push-up bra, and 2 rather large balloons filled with water. This seemed bad whatever it was.