Feminized By His Ex-Wife (Teaching Him A Lesson Book 35)

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Next was the haircut. I have long hair, so they had a lot to work with. I couldn't help but be taken in by all the primming and attention. My wife had explained the situation to the hair dresser, who was very kind and understanding and charming. Surprisingly, their hair cut and shampoo and head massage felt really nice! In recent months I’ve been receiving far more correspondence than in the past from women like me. That’s to say strong women who have force feminised their husbands and live in FLRs. Well girl, the girls have their own room and only three bedrooms here, so you are in with your aunt. My wife started giving me handjobs fairly early on. And on two occasions she gave me a special treat by doing some castration roleplay. I stammered for a moment, then managed to say. “I didn’t know.” Of course she asked me “Didn’t know what?”. The embarrassment that flood through me was unbelievable, but I forced myself to answer her.

Good girl, such a good girl. Next, I have a blouse for you. I think you're gonna love this one. Put it on and let's see how you look. Its pretty isnt it?” That said there is still some resistance at times as I push Alice further and further along the path to femininity. I have no wish to be an overbearing harridan but at times it’s necessary. No, I am not, he can learn a lesson from this, if it is okay with you, Janet, mom said to her sister. Amusement and enjoyment. Humiliation is a great tool for control but also for my personal amusement. I like to expose it to other dominant women, dress it up pretty with bows, call it a clitty or a ‘little princess’, tell her it’s pretty or little or useless. I did as told, and all watched me, as my aunt wrapped a towel around me outside the conservatory. Aunt held it, while mom, under it, pulled my pants off.This group is devoted to the top 1%'ers of the CD world. We are the ones that have a wife or girlfriend that completely shares with us our girl side with their life, forming what I call BFF girlfriend relationships. This is indeed very rare to have this kind of relationship molded into a standard relationship like a marriage. This was all a bit weird, but Jill seemed happy so I went with it. She snuggled in, saying she loved me, and then fell asleep. I woke up the following morning as my wife kissed me on the forehead. “Goodbye, sweetie,” she said, “have a nice day.” I lay there feeling confused. Here I was, her husband, lying in bed in a nightdress and panties she had bought me, my breasts held delicately in the satin cups, and I was feeling I had let her down, not because I was wearing what I was wearing, or because I was developing breasts, but because I was too hairy. It’s not sufficient to just put them in feminine clothing you can buy from a normal female store. This is for two reasons:

It’s probably fair to say that those of us in a FLR who dress daily have discussed the idea of having breasts. These discussions are a bit of a playful tease but there is an element of seriousness too because we know our feminisation has stepped up a notch when the idea becomes appealling. Needless to say the reality of it hits home when we know that because of family, friends and other real life commitments having breasts is not something that would be easy to conceal. Still though the thought of having a real cleavage in a pretty half cup bra to show off in a low cut dress is ever present when I put on my breast forms and imagine how things should be. But there is a difference in how I feel about my bust whether I am at home where my wife knows what’s in my bra and some of the outings I have had.Oh please aunt, I now knew, I would become aroused, and in front of all. I am so sorry aunt, but it’s so nice you are applying the cream, as aunt smiled and understood, by nodding an approval. No....I....it was just this one time Teresa...I....I don't know what I was thinking. It just happened.” Share with us your pictures on how you and your significant other developed your relationship with your cross-dressing or transgender self.

My wife was persistent. "Perm your hair again," she said, "and you will be sexy." She was hopeful, and I was nervous. Oh!” She exclaimed, opening her eye’s as wide as they would go. “Your even harder then you were! Hearing what I have planned excited you!” She laughed for a moment. “Then I shouldn’t have any trouble at all turning you into my little sissy slave-girl should I?” She teased. I'd always worn my hair long, and rather embarrassingly, in a mullet. Think Lars Ulrich circa 1988-1989, and you've got the picture. It was definitely a low maintenance haircut. I wore it long because when I had it short, I looked like I was twelve. Work never complained, and I didn't care. I was actually a little frightenend as I nodded my agreement. “Yes Karen.” I said as she stared down at me. She took a deep breath, then sat up. They would affect her ability to perform. I expect Alice to perform in bed. At the end of the day we are married.My approach in the early days did lead to some problems before, by chance, I found the effect of mild feminisation on him. It was through his forced feminisation that I have been able to take over the marriage. Alice has grown to enjoy her femininity and for me to lead proving my point that forcing male feminisation is a good thing for all concerned.