1. Becoming Anne - My Feminization Chapter 1


    Date: 6/8/2024, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: robbie_hart1998 

    ... bra to cover me. The set she had instructed me to wear moments prior. In truth, I loved the feelings I was experiencing. Being found out, being forced to dress as she demanded, being mocked and humiliated for it. My arousal was noticeable to both of us. Still, though, I felt some societal, or instinctive need to deny my true feelings.

“Honey, I don’t act like a sissy. I just wear these pretty things to feel sexy.” I said in my defense. “Nothing but dressing up has happened yet.”

As soon as I said it, I knew my error. Jess was always intelligent, strategic, and prepared. My slip of words did not escape her. Smirking, she cocked her pretty blond head to one side, her green eyes burning into mine.

“Do you really think I don’t know?” she asked rhetorically. “I am fully aware of your web browser history, it is full of sissy and cross dresser porn. This had been going on for some time. So when you say nothing has happened “yet” what do you mean exactly?’

“Um, nothing.’ I stammered, “I didn’t mean anything, I haven’t um…I just like the feel”

“Admit it,” she cut me off.“ Admit you want to be completely feminized. You want to be treated like a slutty little gurl; you crave it all, don’t you?”

I stared at the floor, knowing she ...
    ... was right but somehow unable to confirm it, unable to meet her eye. Now, my secret exposed, she was mocking me. Calling me out for the gurly femboi she discovered. As she did I felt shivers run through my body, a tingle was building between my legs. If I hadn’t been sure before, I was now. I was a sissy, but this was all so new. I was excited, confused, aroused and completely unsure how to embrace my femininity.

While my mind was wresting with conflicting thoughts, my body was betraying my true feelings. My penis was not huge, but wasn’t a source of embarrassment either, it was a modest six inches, average in everyway. So, I stood there, confronted with who I really was in a pink bra and panties. An involuntary all-out erection began straining the fabric of the lace. Revealing who I really was, how I really felt. It did not go unnoticed.

She stepped toward me, leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her hot breath on my skin. Dragging her fingernail over the bulge in my panties. I moaned, unable not to, feeling precum oozing from my arousal.

“Its obvious how you feel.” She whispered sternly, yet almost playfully. “When you are ready to admit what you are, I think we will be able to have some fun with this newly discovered persona!”
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