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i’ve been way too stressed lately… need someone to fuck my stress away and make me their cute mindless little slut

Okay, here me out: forcefem two guys at once and brainwash them specifically to start falling for each other and be cute little girlfriends…I cannot get that thought out of my head. How would you go about it?

Well you know you could forcefem both of them and hypnotise them to date each other, or, and hear me out here cutie, you hypnotise each of them to try and forcefem the other and turn the other into their girlfriend, the hypnosis will make them fall in love with the other, but only want the other as their girlfriend

Then I’ll teach them one on one through my usual forcefem drills, tell them how I make all my cuties (how to hide hide E in food, how to get a “guy” to admit “he” looks good in skirts, the whole 12 step program), and then let them loose on each other, both determined to make the other their girlfriend

And then they’ll be so so busy forcefemming the other that they don’t even notice that they’re also being turned into a beautiful girl

I wonder how long it will take before they realise that actually they’re a pair of cute lesbians

i NEED to be walking around the mall and a stylist sees me and pulls me into her store because she NEEDS to give me a makeover immediately

Forcefem is...eh. Could be hot ig. But GUIDED feminization???

Just imagine. You're fairly recently out as trans. There's a girl at college or work who you kinda know who's been at this much longer than you. She notices your poor fashion sense, your pathetic attempts at styling your hair, and your constant somber, longing gazes at her and the other women when you think she isn't looking.

She gets friendly with you and eventually invites you on a little girls' day out with her. She takes you shopping for cute outfits. Tells you honestly and in detail just how pretty you are as you try them on. Eventually there's a dress with some straps you can't figure out, a zipper in the back you can't reach, and she joins you in the store's dressing room to help you. You say you're ready to take it off and expect her to leave, but she waves a hand dismissively. "It's okay, I don't mind." She helps you undress, then continues to slip cute skirts, tights, and tops on and off you even though you don't need it, and doesn't stop complimenting you when you stand there in just your panties and padded bra. "You're such a pretty girl."

She takes you home and paints your nails and brushes your hair, giving you tips on how to better take care of it now that it's long. You bemoan how bad you've been at washing it, but she completely overlooks it as an expression of dysphoria. "I know, right?! I have no idea how men can can tolerate how messy their hair is, it's like they can't even tell. There must be some kind of hair-based sixth sense that comes with being a woman. I have a lavender scented conditioner that helps so much, wanna shower and then sleep over? It's getting late anyway."

You say yes, and she gets up. You assume she's coming with you to show you which bottle it is, but she shuts the door behind both of you and starts undressing. You turn pink as you realize she'll discover the rock hard dripping boner you've been trying to hide, but you're to embarrassed to admit your mistake. "Oh, don't be shy," she says when you hesitate, and undresses you herself. You realize she's hard too. She turns on the water and you get in and start washing yourselves. She helps you with your hair and rubs soap on your back where you can't reach, then hands you the bar and turns around. "Your turn." You shiver and your cock twitches as you run your hands along another beautiful woman's back and dip a little lower than maybe necessary.

You look away and your face gets redder every time you catch a glimpse of her dick, sticking up like a flag pole. All the same, she keeps acting like nothing unusual is happening and giggling at how shy you are until you're both dried off and sitting in her bed. Then she cups your face in both hands and makes you look at her. "Your lips are so pretty. I wanna feel them on me. Would you like that?" You close your eyes and nod-"mmhm"- waiting for her to kiss you. You feel her hands on you, guiding you to lie on your back, then your eyes shoot open as her warm cock presses against your face, dripping precum on you. "Open wide, cutie," she says, smiling with kind eyes, and you obey. She holds your head and pushes into your mouth without hesitation. "Mmmm, that's it. Good girl." She moans as she fucks your mouth, clearly enjoy the cute sounds you make when her cock presses against the back of your throat and gags you. She puts a hand on the back of your head to pull you in and chokes you on her cock until she cums in your mouth and pulls out, panting. You catch your breath before you swallow the warm, sticky semen. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now you just lie there and be pretty while I take care of THIS, princess," she says as she grabs your dick. She retrieves some lube and squirts it in her hand before rubbing it up and down your length, bending over briefly to lick away the precum gathering at the tip. Then she straddles you and presses the tip against her little hole, and sits down as you're buried inside her. She starts to ride you, and you give in and grip her hips to start thrusting into her. "Ohhh, fuck, baby," She falls forward to kiss you softly. She slips her tongue into your mouth just as your back arches and your cock pulses, giving your cum to the girl who helped you become a woman. Exhausted, you snuggle to sleep.

Anyway. yeah I think that's pretty hot, just my opinion tho

Mornin’ cutie! I noticed you haven’t been putting on the clothes I’ve been leaving out for you gave you, and I’m really disappointed, you’re a big girl! You can dress yourself!

But if looking cute isn’t enough for you I can give you some beter motivation, here I have a little remote for the heating system, and if I press the button like so

Click

You’ll notice how it’s suddenly a lot colder right? Don’t you just wish you had something nice to put on to keep you warm? Awww, you’re a good girl already grabbing for the dress

But I won’t forget your stubbornness so far, so what we’re going to do from now on is that every day at this time we’ll have a little fashion show, if you’re properly creative and cute nothing will happen

But if you’re boring, show an outfit I’ve seen before or otherwise fail to meet expactions, I’ll give it another click and it will get colder again

Your wardrobe is plenty big, and I’ve left some fashion magazines that you can study up, I’ll even allow you to do little shows for me to up your grade! If you can show a fun dance or a poem about your love for the clothes you’re wearing it might be ok to repeat an outfit!

So just makes sure to impress me every day from now cutie! Should be easy enough for a big girl like you!

Oh and you better never show a frown like the one you’re wearing right that during a show, it will instantly lead to this

Click

And I forgot to mention, I’ll never turn it up again, I hope you’re not prone to colds cutie, otherwise the coming years can get rough if you don’t give your all to our little shows

But I think that’s enough teasing for now, Im looking forward to seeing what you’ve got for me tomorrow, my expectations are very high my little doll

Don’t disappoint me~

It's really hard to feel like a man when receiving hugs and praise from a very teasing and smothering girl while you wear your prettiest dress for her

Wanna see for yourself?

Lovely tip: New princesses, rub your freshly shaved legs together between your petticoats :3

9/10 former princes (myself included~!) Agree that being a princess is so much better. Now shut the fuck up or else we do this the hard way

The brainwashing hurts your head at first, but then it feels sooooo good~! Take my word for it, don't I look so happy? Just be a princess :3

we have a variety of methods for making dumb little princes who don't know what's best more compliant, although a personal favorite of mine has to be some combination of drugs and brainwashing. The first weakens your body and will absolutely wrack you with ecstasy, the second will leave that cute little head of yours empty. The best part? They both hurt :)

taking Ars Goestrogen to transition into a demon girl

fire emblem should take a note from chess and let you tgtf your characters when you promote them

girl awhirl (forced feminization courtesy of the artist who drew you)

there should be a new move in chess where if your bishop goes to the enemy backline the bishop turns into a Nun and has to be a girl for the rest of the game and its really embarrassing for the bishop

I'm sorry, comrade, but the rest of the commune is in agreement. Being a man is just unacceptably reactionary. They're saying you're a counter revolutionary. You're going to have to transition.

🏳️‍⚧️

i think that cis men should be able to get a free trial of estrogen. but it’s one of those things where it’s really hard to actually end the subscription. so they end up with a bunch of extra estrogen. and they don’t just wanna waste it all…

NEVER let men be masculine. hold the line soldiers

You can’t even go out in the rain anymore because a single raindrop will hit you and grow your hair out really long & do your makeup too and they’re calling it the girlrain and it’s happening forever supposedly

blunt force feminization

"I'm not a girl!" - a transfem forcefem story

Hi hi hi hi, note that the premise of this is essentially an egg being cracked by an older woman, so there's a lot of he/him and "boy" useage. But stick with it please, I assure you the end is worth getting to :) also don't be mean about any weird grammar I literally wrote this in a couple of hours for free. Be nice.

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The boy stood there against the wall holding a red solo cup, looking down at the floor, overwhelmed from alcohol and loud booming music of the party. He had watched his drunken roommate drive off with a date – his ride home was gone. He didn't know any of these people, his roommate insisted he come to this party to meet new people, and now he was all alone. Panic and anxiety swarmed his thoughts. He was drunk, he'd never been drunk before. He was fairly far from home, could he walk home like this? He doesn't know any of these people, would any help him if he asked for a ride home? He doesn't ask, though, he just stands against the wall, looking down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone there, trying his best not to panic.

A moment of bravery, the boy looks up from the floor to scan the party to see if there was anyone that looked like they'd be approachable. To his dismay it all looked like drunken college kids talking, dancing, being obnoxious, people he felt too scared to talk to. His eyes flow from one side of the room to the other, noting nothing interesting. That is, until he sees a tall woman standing with a group of girls. Long legs under a short skirt being the first thing to catch his attention, but before long he noticed her wearing a band tee that was so tight it was straining against her chest, causing him to stare at her chest from afar. For a brief moment, he is distracted from his anxiety with drunken horniness. That is until he finally notices, she's staring back at him.

The boy freaks out. He doesn't want to offend anyone, especially drunken party goers. He decides it's finally time to head for the door across the room, but as soon as he moves towards it, he collides with some other drunken guy. His drink spills all down his clothes, the other guy getting none of the splash back. They apologize to each other, and the guy walks away leaving the boy alone in the party again. He looks down at what was once his favorite shirt, now potentially stained and ruined. He's angry he let his roommate talk him into this, he just looked like a dork and felt more out of place than he usually did.

“Are you going to clean up or are you just going to be a mess for everyone to see?” a voice whispers in his ear from behind.

He jumps around and finds the lady he had been staring at so intently greeting him with a smile. “Um, I, uh,-”

The woman grabs him by the wrist, “Bathroom's this way, silly.” She drags him to the hallway and opens a door, pushing him in before coming in herself and locking the door. He stands there in the middle of the bathroom, staring at this woman in shock, unsure of what to say. She looks at him blankly, “What are you doing? Take your shirt off so we can try to save it.”

He gets nervous again, “I...uh...I don't really like being shirtless.”

The woman scoffs, “Such a child. You were about to cry in the middle of a party when you noticed your shirt was stained, take the damn thing off.”

Nerves or not, it's hard to say no when an older woman tells you to do something. "I wasn't going to cry," he mumbles as he pulls his shirt off. Before he can do anything with it, she snatches it from him, fills the sink with water, pulls a small cleaner bottle out from the bag she had been carrying under her arm, and starts working it into the shirt. “I know the guy that lives here. He's always throwing these stupid parties to feel cooler than he is. There's never anything interesting happening at these parties. Just drunken college losers.” He sits down on the side of the tub, letting the random woman do the work he didn't really know how to do. “That is, until I saw some pathetic perv about to cry in the middle of one.”

“Hey!” He yells without thinking, “I am not a perv!”

“Oh? Then why were you staring at my tits?”

“I, uh, um, I don't think that's, uh very pervy. I mean, Isn't it kind of normal?”

She turns around, a big smirk on her face. “Aw, someone's embarrassed about her perviness.”

He notices the pronoun she used, but decides to ignore it. “So, uh, can I have my shirt back? I don't feel well and I want to go home.”

“Sorry sweetie, it needs to go through the wash and dry. You can just go like that. This is basically a frat boy party, no one's gonna think a shirtless guy is weird.”

He considers it. “I'd rather not, even if my shirt is wet.”

She stares at him as if he said something incredibly stupid. “Ok, fine.” She grabs the bottom of her shirt with both hands and somehow pulls it free from her body, her breasts only concealed by a black lacy bra. She tosses the shirt at him, “There you go, a fresh shirt to go home in.”

“I c-can't wear this, it's a g-girl's shirt. They'll make fun of me...”

“Huh? Nothing about it is inherently girly. It's a concert shirt. And these dorks are so drunk they won't notice a thing.”

“I. Uh.” He's overheating. Overwhelmed again from the alcohol, the booming music, and a situation with a girl he's never been in before. But, above all else he's struggling with the realization that he's fully erect at the idea of wearing her clothes. “I. I. I can't. If peo-if people see-”

“Oh I see, wearing girl clothes turns you on, huh?”

His whole face turns red. Embarrassed is an understatement. He doesn't know how to respond. He's frozen.

“Aw, how cute. Strip.”

“WH-WHAT?!”

“I said strip. Take your pants and underwear off now.”

“N-N-NO! WHY WOULD I??”

“You're going to do what I tell you or I'm going to push you back into the hallway shirtless, and you can navigate what ever feelings that makes you feel.”

The boy's confused. That's not really a punishment. Anyone not wanting this situation would easily accept that. Even with being uncomfortable shirtless around people, he could deal with it to get out of a weird situation with a woman like this. But, despite that, he found himself standing up straight, unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling them and his boxers down. His body on full display for her, his cock fully erect, which he tries to hide with his hands as his face getting incredibly red again.

“Good girl.”

“I'm not a girl!” he yells back.

“Not yet, maybe.” She reaches up her skirt, and loops her fingers around the ends of her panties and slowly pulls them down. He watches her, confused and excited, and for a split second he can see from under the skirt that she has a dick. The boy looks away, pretending not to have seen.

“Aw, adorable. I'll make a girl out of you for sure.”

“I'm not a girl!”

She sticks her hand out, her black lacy panties hanging from one finger.

“Put them on.” She says.

“WH-WHAT?? NO, I can't, absolutely not!”

Her demeanor doesn't change. She just keeps looking at him with an intense stare. “Put them on, now. I will not repeat myself again.”

Once again, it's an easy situation to walk away from. He doesn't have to listen. He can grab his clothes and go. As she said, everyone's drunk, no one will likely noticed he came out of the bathroom naked. But, as before, he does as he's told. He takes the panties from her hand, and slowly slides them up his legs, his fully erect cock making the most noticeable bulge.

“Now you won't be so concerned about wearing my shirt, will you?” He doesn't reply. He's standing there in this woman's panties, feeling emasculated.

“How are you getting home?” the woman finally asks.

“I, uh, I guess I was going to walk.”

“Oh sweetheart, not in this state you aren't. I'll drive you.” Once again, he doesn't argue, he's already so embarrassed and overwhelmed he just avoids making eye contact and nods. "Now put on your clothes.”

He pulls his jeans on over the panties and puts her shirt on, noticing that it fits him remarkably well. “She was definitely wearing this to show off her boobs” he thinks to himself. Once he's dressed, she grabs his boxers and wraps the wet, cleaned shirt in them and places them in her bag. She unlocks the door and once again, grabs him by the wrist and pulls him with her. He doesn't resist, his will is beaten down too much, and a ride home sounds ideal. Just as she said, none of the drunk people even notice that he's wearing her shirt, all they notice is that she's topless now. “Haha yeah I spilled a drink!” she says, which is enough to make these people nod and ignore her. No one even notices him, or the fact he's wearing her panties. A fact that's getting his cock even harder.

The woman pulls him outside and guides him until they finally reach her car. She only finally let's go of him so he can get in the passenger seat, making him feel like a little kid with the way he's being lead around. He's finally free to just sit down, something he's longed for all night, he collapses into the seat, finding such comfort in her car. She gets in the driver's seat. “So, where do you live.” He mumbles the address to her, so drunk and so comfortable that he's having a hard time staying awake. She plugs the address into her phone and seems ready to go. She turns on the car, loud music comes on as she does, overwhelming the boy again. The car doesn't move. He doesn't care though, he's barely still awake. The comfortable seats feel like a new home for him to melt into. And, as he's starting to drift away to his dreamland, he jolts awake, she's rubbing his cock through his jeans.

“WH-WH-WHA”

“Aw, my sweet girl, you got so excited wearing my cute panties through that crowd of people didn't you.”

“St-stop, w-what if someone sees?!”

“Then they'll see me playing with a pervy girl.”

“I'M NOT A GI-” he couldn't finish, instead erupting into a moan as her hand went beneath his jeans and stroked him through the lacy panties. The softness of the panties felt so good on him.

“That's a good girl, quiet down and let me reward you.”

Once again, he was red. He couldn't argue with her, she knew exactly what to say to shut his brain down. She's stroking at a decent pace, he can see people going in and out of the house, but none seem to turn their gaze to the car. And even if they did look, he didn't care anymore. He was so very close to popping. He needed this. He needed to cum right here, right now. But, then the feeling stopped. He looked at her pulling her hand back, “No please I really want to cum”

She ignores him and as he tries to ask again she pushes her fingers into his mouth. “Clean my fingers, and maybe you'll earn the right to cum.” This time he wasn't embarrassed, he was frustrated. Horribly frustrated. He needed to cum and now instead he was sucking his own precum off of this woman's fingers. But, he accepted it. He wanted to cum, and she promised he might get to. So he was willing to do as he was told.

“Good girl.” He doesn't argue this time. He knew she would just embarrass him again if he tried. Plus he wanted to cum. His silence brings a bigger smirk to her face. “Now let's get you home.”

The drive home was uneventful. She was taking her time making sure she didn't get into an accident. Eventually they arrived at his apartment complex, and he lead her to the apartment itself. He unlocked the door and walked him, she followed him in. The living room was dark, but he could tell his roommate hadn't come home yet. “Take me to your room.” And he does as told.

His room isn't very interesting. No posters or anything, not much furniture, just the bed, a dresser and a tv with some video games spread around. He could tell she was disappointed by what she found, but she didn't say anything about it. He tried to think of what to say, but he didn't know what the next move was.

“Strip down to your panties.”

But, clearly the older woman here knew what the next move was. He did as told, he took her shirt off, he took his jeans off, and he stood there in the middle of his bedroom in this woman's panties, made wet by his precum. She walks over and runs one hand through the hair on the side of his head, and with her other grabs his ass, and then starts to kiss and bite him along the neck, slowly moving up his neck. Each kiss followed by a sharp bite, each one making him grow all the more restless. He lets out soft moans, surprising himself that he can sound that way.

“Such a good girl~” she whispers.

“I'm not a girl.” The boy moans.

“Oh? You're embarrassed to show your chest to a bunch of drunken men like a girl, you've got your panties incredibly wet like a girl, and right now you're moaning like a girl.”

He blushes. “N-none of those things make someone a girl.”

The woman slips her hand under the panties, grabbing his bare ass as she responds, “That's true. But doesn't it sound more fun to be a girl? What do you have to lose by embracing this part of yourself? Why not try something new?” He moans as she starts to bite him again. He has no retort. Just desire. His cock throbbing, yet tears forming in his eyes. “Please make me uh....please make me your girl.” the girl finally says.

A big smile forms on the woman's face. “Of course, sweetie.” She pushes the girl backwards onto the bed. The woman looks down on her with such a big smile as the the girl adjusts herself so she'll be more comfortable on the bed, but all her movement stops as the woman gets on top of her. The woman starts by kissing her upper chest, slowly working her way to her nipples. The girl grabs her sheets and squeezes her hands into fists as the woman sucks and bites, making her moan from pleasures she never knew she could feel. The woman takes her time, sucking and biting, eventually kissing her way to the other nipple and repeating the process. Slow, biting, sucking, kissing, pleasure.

The woman starts to move on, kissing slowly down her chest, slowly down her stomach, slowly down her crotch. The woman starts to pull the panties down, just enough for her cock to pop out, and the woman takes it into her hand and puts the head into her mouth. The girl moans at the feeling of the warm mouth on her cock. With her hand, the woman starts to jerk the girl off, while lightly sucking on her and her move her mouth back and forth. The girl's eyes roll into the back of her head and she moans the biggest moan of the night. She's never felt such ecstasy before. It's intense. So intense. She needs it. She needs to finish. She needs to cum now. “Please, please, please” she moans. “I want to cum please.” She can feel it close. She knows it's soon.

And the woman pulls the girl out of her mouth. The girl is once again frustrated, “no, p-please, don't stop please...”

“Do you think you've been a good girl tonight? Why should I let you cum?”

“Please please please I'm sorry I'll be your good girl please let me cum.” She's desperate. She'll do anything. She has never felt this good before, she doesn't want it to end like this. “Please I'll do anything you want please, I'll be a good girl for you I swear.”

The woman smiles again. She pulls off her bra, revealing her giant tits for the girl to see. She pulls the girl head into her chest, face between her tits. “How do you like the tits you were so obsessed with?” The girl doesn't know what to say. They're lovely, but the pressure in her is too intense, “please, please, please” she cries while her eyes start to form tears.

The woman let's her go and stands up next to the bed. “I don't want to hear you beg. I want you to earn your right to cum. Put your mouth to good use.” The girl never considered she might be expected to do something back. This is all so new to her, she was just riding along with what the woman did. But, she didn't feel resistant to it, she just wasn't sure what to do. Sitting on her knees, the girl was easily crotch height with the woman now. The girl slowly lifted the woman's skirt, revealing the woman's semi erect cock. The smell of the woman's sweat and cock flooded the girl's senses. And she loves it. It made her even hornier. She takes the woman into her mouth, trying to copy what the woman has done before.

The woman puts both her hands on the top of her head, “Don't overthink it, just relax.” The girl listens and tries to slow down and relax, and then the woman thrusts, her cock hitting the back of the girl's throat. She pulls back and thrusts again. The girl understands now and tries to relax, but this is completely new. But that doesn't stop her from being a good girl. “Oh babygirl, your throat is just like a fleshlight, it feels like you're made for my cock.” The girl barely hears the words, she just lets the woman have her way. The seconds become minutes, the minutes drift by as the girl loses all sense of time. She is not a boy tonight, she is this woman's toy.

The woman eventually stops thrusting, exhausted she pulls her cock from the girl's mouth. The girl can see strings of saliva and precum connecting them still. “Lay down.” the woman commands. Having learned her place, the girl does as told, laying her head on her pillow, preparing for what's to come. “You've been such a good girl, I think it's time I helped you cum.” Excitement wells up in the girl. She's waited all night for this.

The woman crawls onto the bed and stands on her knees, pushing herself between the girl's legs. She puts her cock on the girl's cock, and thrusts. The girl lets out a loud moan. And again, the woman thrusts. And, again. And again until she's developed a rhythm. The girl realizes she can see the woman's face like this. She can see her face strain and hear her moan with each thrust. This turns the girl on even more. The woman notices the girl staring, and slows her rhythm as she pushes herself forward to shove her tongue into the girl's mouth. The girl doesn't know what to do and just let's her do it. The pleasure is slower, but the pleasure is there. The woman lifts her head back up, resuming her previous posture and previous rhythm, causing the girl to let out long, deep moans. The pressure is coming back, the intensity in her cock is building, “I'm g-going to c-cum” she moans out.

“Mmm, cum for me sweet girl,” the woman replies. Finally with the permission, the girl finally feels herself explode. Her cum shooting out of her and covering them both. The girl breathes heavy, nearly in tears, “th-thank you thank you.” The girl can't tell if the woman replied, her senses fade, the world around her fades, and she melts into the bed, deep into sleep.

The sounds of chirping birds wake the girl up. She's in bed, covered in cum, in a girl's lacy panties. The woman she met at the party before is putting her top on when she notices the girl woke up. “Oh hi sweetheart, I need to go, stuff to do. You should go back to sleep if you don't need to get up early.”

The girl shakes her head, she has no where to be. “But..I don't want you to go...”

“Awww,” she coos at the girl, “but I have to my sweet girl.” The woman picks up her bag and pulls a pen out of it. She looks around the room for something to write on, finally deciding to just write it on the girl's arm. “This is my number. Text me sometime.” The girl nods, excited. The party worked, she got a friend!

She escorts the woman to the living room, but before the woman leaves, she reaches into her bag again and pulls out two pill bottles and puts them in the girl's hand. "Take two of these a day.”

“What do they do?” The girl asks.

The woman motions at her body, “they do this. It'll make you the girl you've wanted to be.”

“I'm not a girl.” It was automatic. She didn't even intend to say it.

“Ok, ok, girl adjacent. You can be whatever you want, but take those pills and it'll do it for you. I have extras so I might as well give them to you.”

The woman opens the door and as she exits the apartment, she turns around, “Also, you're going to clean those panties and give them back. It's a matching set, damn it, I can't just lose them” The girl, realizing finally that she's still covered in cum and in panties, goes red and finally closes the door in a panic.

The girl goes to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water before going back to her room. She stares at the pill bottles given to her. She opens the one bottle and takes a small blue pill out. She stares at it, trying to figure out what to do with it.

“I'm not a girl.” she says to herself, just before washing the blue pill down her throat.

my stupid gender affirming forcefem amulet doesn't even give people tits anymore it just says "you were a girl all along!" fuck this shit fuck this shit for real i’m giving up sorcery forever