In Too Deep: A Forced Feminization Story

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And five inch spikes are totally out of the question except for short periods of time like a few hours," I tried to reason with her. I was in agony relating this story but yet I could feel a gentle oozing of cream from my clit as I retold the encounter. It is set in the Angels of Etain Universe but is not an Angels story, although Danni and a couple of other characters will pop their heads in to say hi. I became so turned on that, after accidentally bumping my nipple one time and feeling my breasts bounce in delight, I began rubbing my nipples through my blouse and bra.

By the time the rubber nodule bra was installed on me my breasts were globes of intense sensitivity that caused my clit to ooze and leak cream with every step. He always thought it was silly that just because they lived two blocks over they had to go to completely different Primary and Intermediate schools.It is a little odd for thirteen-year olds to want to play ‘dress up’ but because I was a ten-year-old, I didn’t question it.

Their desire to help however, often made his own life take a back seat to their ideas of why he was so different and who he should become as a result. I found out that my makeup was being redone in an extreme whorish fashion and the girls all thought I was a professional! And with that comment Mistress had pulled my tight skirt up my legs until she could stroke my panty covered pussy and snickered feeling how wet they were. You had told me you longed for the chance to be a slutty little whore and dress sexy all the time and become a Stepford wife, to spend your life in high heels and sexy clothes at all times.

My feet and tendons were being trained to always be arched and as the weeks went by it did seem as if the heels were becoming second nature, or at least the four inch heels were. My makeup was touched up with tons of mascara brushed onto my lashes and my lips heavily painted with the dark red lipstick and followed with a clear pearl lipstick that caused my pouting lips to shine and sparkle with a constant wet look. Josh was quiet and contemplative, distracted as he mentally deconstructed the topic, The Sermon on the Mount. You wade through the people surrounding you, trying to find a place to sit alone until you bump into a building. The corset had pushed my hips out some but not enough to please Mistress so she added a special girdle with large hip and butt pads.