i love forcefem

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[slicesofquince]

You don't know how she talked you into trying on one of her dresses but she had. And as you inspected yourself in the mirror, you felt a knot of anxiety in your stomach.

Poking your head out from behind the bathroom door, you saw her scrolling absent mindedly on her phone.

You cleared your voice to get her attention and she smiled an easy smile at you.

"Hey sweetheart, why are you hiding like a frightened fawn? let me get a look at you"

Her husky voice always sent shivers down your spine and softened the world around you but you were still nervous.

"Just don't laugh okay?"

She raised an eyebrow smugly

"Oh I'm definitely going to laugh, a cute thing like you in a dress like that? just the thought of it gets me giddy"

A scowl spread across your brow but she just moseyed over and took your chin in her hand softly, tilting your face to meet her gaze.

"Hey, Hey.. don't stress babygirl, I'll take really good care of you okay? Just clear your head and let me do the thinking"

[mementoavis]

i need to turn him into my girl STAT!!!

in all seriousness, it would be lovely if i slowly changed his language. sweetheart, does your clit feel good? do your tits feel nice when i grope them just like that? she- i mean he, denying it at first, saying that she's only doing this because i'm into it. but as i hold my vibrator against her pretty clit, the way she moans my name as her gorgeous hips buck into my touch, i'll start buying her new clothes to try on at home. pretty dresses, which she'll be nervous to try on at first, but she'll soon be confident once she looks into the mirror and sees how beautiful it looks on her. i'll start braiding her hair, dressing her up in delicate lace, making her beg me to call her a good girl as i'm fucking her just the way she likes it.

pretty soon she'll dress up for me in public.

my darling girl <3

[tied-up-transfem]

Gripping you by the throat and touching you from behind, forcing you to look at a picture of yourself. Its from last week, when I dolled you up and took a Polaroid of your embarrassed face.

You are going to cum to her, understand?

Don't fucking look away, look at her and cum. Yes, I said Her. No you don't have a choice, though you are welcome to cry babygirl.

Look you are already leaking for her, you can't hate it that much. Admit it, she's fucking hot. Tell me she's hot.

Thats a good girl.

[miyoria]

some boys just need their water spiked with estrogen and that's ok

[miscling]

this is TNEMM

[miscling]

we were talking about it, like trans girls do, right at the start: 'okay, I'll get on estrogen by the end of the year, I'll have moved out, I'll have a new job' and you roll out a dozen excuses.

and someone has a spare can of estrogel around, and says 'okay we're doing this now. everyone, get her' and five girls pin her down while that someone gets out the can and puts the first dose of gel on the girl and rubs it in.

and sure, she resists, she's supposed to. she's meant to fight it. just long enough to be sure it's real, it's happening, and that she's not getting out of it this time. there's no more excuses. a dozen hands have made sure of that.

and afterwards, laughing and joking about it. how many of us wish that was *our* first time.

lucky girl, right?

[kitsuneojousama-deactivated2026]

brainwashed/broken into marrying your rival bad end has been bouncing around in my head for a few days atp

[kitsuneojousama-deactivated2026]

empty eyed boyish housewife in a plain dress and an apron who doesn't seem like she's all there when she talks to you

[kitsuneojousama-deactivated2026]

she doesn't really speak much but when she does her voice is the softest thing you've ever heard. she's got a lot of scars covering her body but dresses to cover them and says she doesn't know how she got them. she can't remember much of anything anymore. she spends her days mostly wandering the house and doing chores but occasionally you'll see her walking to the market. one time you got a glimpse down her shirt and she was flat chested with no bra and her nipples were kind of puffy

[kitsuneojousama-deactivated2026]

she got harassed by a group of people on her walk today. they kept calling the name of an unfamiliar boy. one of them forced a sword into her hands and told her to try swinging it, that it might help her remember. it felt awkward and heavy in her hands, and when she tried swinging it it tipped out of her grasp and landed in the dirt. she was on the verge of tears and just kept telling them she just wanted to leave, but they continued trying to lead her away. she was lucky her wife had been close by and heard the commotion, rushing over and embracing her. the group seemed scared of her, for some reason. when they got home she was told she wouldn't be allowed to leave the house alone again for a while, in case they came back. she didn't argue it at all.

[kitsuneojousama-deactivated2026]

mhm, though i do think there's the additional element of humiliation present even if it's not really understood by our victim. in some ways i think it's worse than simply being collared and kept as a pet, stripped of your dignity but still left with the spirit to resist, or the hope that one day you'll be free. like this none of that will exist, you're just an empty husk stripped of "you", married to the only person who could challenge your strength, the one you hated the most. and you're happy, or at least what's left of your mind is. what would your past self think upon seeing the state you're in, i wonder?

[kitsuneojousama-deactivated2026]

really really good addition ty for this

[i-love-forcefem]

say, for the sake of argument, that you're a guy who's recently checked yourself into a private clinic due to immense stress and a recent mental breakdown. the physician assigned to you seems to immediately take an interest in helping you get better—so much so that sometimes it seems she goes beyond the scope of what a normal doctor should be doing.

helping administer your shots—"calming medication", she calls it

visiting you after hours to check in on how you're feeling

postponing appointments with all other patients to attend to you when you're having another breakdown

nothing about this bothers you. after all, a doctor's responsibility is to help the patient recover—and that's exactly what she seems to be doing. your brain fog, your stress, your anxiety—it's all cleared up as a result of the medicine she's been administering to you. there are some weird side effects—your nipples have been a little more sensitive lately and it seems like you're gaining weight, especially where your hips and butt are involved. but you feel better, and that's what matters right now.

one night, the doctor visits you for one of her usual check-ins. she can tell that you're struggling to fit in your clothes, and that even without that the cheap polyester button-downs and plain pants you've been wearing have never been particularly comfortable. the next day, she returns with a collection of new clothes for you. it's weird—they're unmistakably feminine; the collection of clothes includes skirts, dresses, etc. the fabric is much nicer and of course they fit much better. you ask her about it.

"it's a new type of experimental therapy for stress," she says, smiling. "there's lots of literature right now that shows a correlation between soft, flowy garments and a reduction in anxiety. the clothes i gave you aren't that feminine, and no one's going to see you in a private clinic. just relax."

the answer satisfies you, for now. but over the next few months as you recover, you start seeing more and more changes take place. your chest becomes more and more tender and more sensitive. your hips become so wide that wearing your old pants is no longer an option. the other nurses and patients have started to mistake you for a woman. one night, you confront your doctor on it.

"yes, we're making you into a woman. i suppose it's safe to tell you that now."

you panic and try to leave. but security locks down the building. as you're dragged back to the physician, you can see that she's unbuckled her pants and is massaging her clit to your resistance.

"administer the anesthesia," she tells a nearby nurse, "and prepare her for surgery."

[alpineprincess]

the boyfriend who's always reading wikipedia has been forcibly turned into a girl

[pinkypkmntrainer]

imagine there's this cis guy who's REALLY miserable, and he has no clue why. so he goes to a doctor's appointment to see if they can figure out what's going on with him, and this pretty lady doctor tells him he should stay at the hospital for a while, and she'll keep an eye on him. so he begins his stay at the hospital, and every day she gives him this medication, but she won't tell him what it is, just assures him there's no worries. his chest feels swollen and tender, he swears his hips are wider than before, and for some reason the doctor keeps referring to him as a woman? whatever, it's probably just a mix-up, and he doesn't really mind it anyway so he lets her continue. by this point his body has obviously changed. he actually does feel a lot better, though, so whatever meds she's been giving him are doing the trick. one day she tells him he has a very important surgery, and he wants to question what the surgery's for, but she just answers "it's a surprise", which he should find suspicious but he chooses to trust her. after the procedure, he wakes up and looks down... his penis is gone. he has a vagina now. why does he have a vagina? why is he not mad about it? staring at his new parts with his legs spread, he looks up and sees his doctor, staring very intently at his genitailia. he should find it creepy, it objectively is creepy, but he actually feels weirdly validated by her ogling. maybe this isn't so bad after all...

[voided-mind]

see the thing is forcefem in a genuine "the feminizee has deep seated latent gender dysphoria that the feminizer is simply allowing the feminizee to genuinely confront and allow herself to feel" sense is really good as wish fulfillment fantasy but forcefem as "the feminizee is genuinely just being manipulated into having gender dysphoria" is hot as fucking fuck

[tied-up-transfem]

Oh sweetheart I appreciate the gesture but I dont need you to "die for me"

I'd much rather you live.

But not as a yucky boy.

As my beautiful girl. You do want to be my girl yes?

My apologies, I made that sound like a question. You want to be my girl, and you are going to live for me.

As soon as you accept that simple fact, this is all going to go on rather smoothly Princess.

Thats better, I am so proud of you.

[psychotrenny]

For your minor offenses against the people, you have been sentenced to 3 years re-education through Girls' Love. Your first dose of feminising hormones will be arriving tomorrow

[i-love-forcefem]

You can celebrate today by having a "man" undergo complete and forceful feminization.

[maledettastella]

im forcefemming her not in a cutesy way but in a trash feminine way. i'm applying heavy black mascara on her and watch as it smudges her pretty face while we fuck. i'm giving her my hoodies, teared jeans, ugly band tshirt to prove to her no amount of teenage dirtbag aesthethic will stop her from looking like the woman she is. i voice train her so her voice is so high as she screams at me slurs when i beat her at some videogame. i take her to mosh pits and metal shows so she can wear her beautiful black top that compliment her dyed hair and piercings, to see her sweat and smile after she's done and i give her water. i will destroy the clean, perfect little boy they forced her to be so she can be the messy woman she always was.

[isuggestlove]

Do you know what today is? That's right! It's Forcefem Friday!!!!

[isuggestlove]

just a little pinch, this won't hurt at all!

[isuggestlove]

there, see? it's just a needle, nothing to be scared of. you're going to be a girl :)

[youwillbeforcefemmed]

yes! be a girl!

[i-love-forcefem]

Trip to the City (Part 1/5)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Everyone always thought it was weird that you were the one guy in a friend group made up entirely of girls—everyone except for you, that is. So what? Is it a crime for a guy to only really hang out with women? You didn't think so, and neither did they.

But when the four of you were planning a week-long vacation out to the city together, Trish, the leader of the friend group, had an idea. What if you were one of the girls for a while?

It seemed ridiculous to you, but everyone agreed that it was a wonderful idea—and you didn't want to hurt their feelings. Your main concern was that you would look like a caricature, some awful 80's movie "man-in-a-dress" type. But Trish assured you that they were willing to spend a lot of time and money to make you into a completely passable woman. With some trepidation, you agreed.

The week before your trip, Trish and the gang had you come over to their house for what you thought would be an ordinary day of video games, chatting, and booze. But when you walked in the door, you realized what they had really invited you over here for. On the coffee table was a mountain of women's clothes, cosmetics, and shoes—all brand new-looking. It must have cost a fortune, but Rachel had a cushy corporate job—she was always splurging on things for the friend group. You knew it would be rude to refuse after they had gone to so much trouble. So you let them get to work. They started with shaving your legs, arms, and beard, and then doing your makeup. Then they let you change into one of your new outfits, but not before putting on the shapewear they bought you first. The padded pantybrief gave you nice, curvy hips and the breastforms brought your chest forward and provided you with a substantial bust. Once you had the right shape, you were given a long corduroy skirt and a lacy cream-colored v-neck top. Your nails were painted a soft orange to go along with the autumn vibes. It was November, after all.

As you kept glancing over into the mirror, you noticed that you looked less and less like yourself and more and more like a woman—a bit of a tall one, at 6'1", but nothing too out of the ordinary. But you didn't know how to act like one, and that would have to be fixed—at least according to your friends. Instead of the Fortnite and gossip you had expected, you spent the day learning how to walk in heels with a purse, practicing applying your own makeup, and changing into different outfits whenever Trish wanted to see you in something new.

By the evening, you were exhausted—ready to get out of the shapewear and change back into the baggy jeans and plaid shirt you usually wore, but your friends had other ideas. "We'll need you to spend the next week like this," Rachel said, smiling.

"But we don't leave until next Friday!" you protested.

"You don't want to embarrass us when we go on our trip, do you? No? I thought so. Then you need to get used to dressing, talking, and moving like a woman. I don't want to see you in anything masculine until after we get back from the city."

Part 2