Everyone always talks about how the act of forcefemming someone else is hot, but what about being forcefemmed? What if I want my agency taken away? What if I want to be drugged with estrogen, regardless of whether or not I know? What if I want to be told that I’ll be so much prettier as a girl? What if I want to know that I’m entirely dependent on you and that I’m happy because of you? What if I want to be the one being femmed!
i think i need a small enclosed area to sleep in thats all comfy and warm, not a cage just straight up walls but cage sized also the whole ground is a bed
Blindfolded game where I have 3 clueless boys and I'm putting permanent long acrylic nails on them, the first one to figure it out doesn't have to get matching toenails yet and might just get some time untied. The other 2 will get matching toenails and then be brought in for immediate makeovers.
Brother gets caught spying on his sister's sleepover force fem?
(wowee I'm not fast at getting to these)
I think this is a super fun idea, let me cook up something for you...
I think this'll be another 3rd person one, it feels like it makes the most sense for a more established character like a brother, obviously nothing wrong with using first or second person for this but I think it'll be fine this way :)
Tommy yawned. He was B-O-R-E-D. "Stay in your room," his sister, Aurora, had told him, "This is a girl's night."
Why they couldn't have had that night somewhere else was beyond him. Honestly, it just felt inconsiderate. Still, though, tomorrow was her birthday, where she'd be turning twenty, two counts above his current age. Seniority and birthday girl privilege were the only reasons he'd complied thus far.
She'd invited five or so of her friends for a sleepover (or slumber party, Tommy was unsure of the difference) and had taken over most of the house for it.
'It's fine,' he told himself, 'I have my laptop in here, and some snacks. I can stay away for a night.'
However, what neither of them seem to have predicted was the absolute necessity of bathroom breaks. An hour or two into the night, Tommy got up from his bed and went out into the foreboding beyond.
The journey seemed simple, at first. Just down the hall to the bathroom and back. Chances were, he wouldn't even be spotted.
Yet after he'd completed his goal, he heard voices. From the floor below. Knowing what they were, he moved to return to his proper place, but the words spoken gave him pause.
"No way, this one would look so cute on you!"
His sister's voice.
"You can get changed here, we're all girls."
Imagination, a touch of eroticism, fought in his mind against his sworn duty. Well, not exactly sworn. Calling it a "duty" as well made it seem more serious than it was. It was more like a peace treaty. Not exactly, more just like an agreement. Not even an official one, very informal. And, really-
Before long Tommy had convinced himself that just a little peek wouldn't be the end of the world. He crept over to the stairs, just barely looking through the railing. Surely, he wouldn't be caught there.
The girl was currently in her underwear, to his delight, as his sister handed her a pink pajama set. The lower half was a pair of small shorts, and the upper was a loose-fitting shirt. It certainly looked like it was made for comfort.
Tommy felt like he'd already pushed his luck. He was pretty sure he saw someone glance in his direction, but he was in the shadows, and at a decent distance away, so he assumed they didn't notice.
Carefully, he returned to his room. On some level, he recognized and felt guilty for the breach of trust, but he wouldn't do it again, and nothing had come of it.
Or so he thought. A knock at his door.
"What is it?" He called.
"Can I come in?" Aurora asked.
'Oh no,' Tommy thought.
Still, he let her in. Maybe she had another reason for coming here?
"Tommy, why were you spying on us?" She asked. So much for that thought.
"I was just, y'know, a little curious..." He admitted. "Been in here a while, got bored."
The justification was flimsy, and both of them knew it.
"The other girls are really upset with you, you know." She said.
Tommy nodded. Her gentle disappointment was way worse than if she'd caused a scene.
"I'm sorry."
She nodded. "I figured you would be. I've convinced them to give you one chance to make up for it."
"What is it?"
"You have to join the sleepover."
"That doesn't sound exactly like a punishment." Tommy tilted his head in confusion.
"Well, here's the catch. When we started trying on some clothes, I promised them it'd be fine because we're all girls, so there's no embarrassment."
"I don't follow."
"Well, I don't want them to think I'm a liar." She said pointedly.
Tommy's eyes widened. "You want me to..."
She nodded. "Join the sleepover as a girl."
"I don't know... That's a little..."
Aurora sighed. "I know. Thing is, though, I can't really let this be a choice for you. Just relax and let it happen, you might even enjoy it, who knows?"
Tommy had not finished considering the idea when the other girls entered the room.
"Well?" One asked, addressing his sister.
"He'll do it." She declared.
"Hold on," Tommy began, but it was inaudible through the sudden cacophony of giggling and talking.
Eventually, despite his repeated attempts at protest, they had made a plan for the evening, which they declined to share, except for the first step. Shaving his body hair.
"Isn't that excessive?" He complained, but they ignored him and brought him to the bathroom.
While they filled the bath with warm water, and some other things Tommy didn't recognize, his sister explained the procedure to him.
"Remember to lather this all over before you shave," She said. "Then, pressing down gently, you move the razor either with or against the grain. Against the grain as much as you can, especially on the legs, because it gets a closer shave. The back of your thighs can be with the grain, though, I usually have more trouble with razor burn there otherwise-"
She saw the blank stare he was giving her and frowned a little.
"Hm. Hey, Kensie, can you help him out a little? Once he gets the idea you can have him do it on his own."
The girl, Kensie, giggled. "Don't you mean her?"
Aurora smiled in response, nodding. Tommy, though, frowned.
"Be a good girl for Kensie, kay?" Aurora said, ruffling his hair.
He wanted to protest for Aurora to stay, since she was the most sympathetic out of the group to his plight, but it was too late.
"Alright." Kensie began. "Take off your clothes, get in the bath."
"I think getting completely naked in front of you isn't really justified..." Tommy complained.
Kensie shook her head. "You're not getting it. You're one of us for tonight. That's the only way you're forgiven. There's nothing embarrassing about two girls here."
Tommy was unconvinced. Even if he was a girl, he's pretty sure he'd have a problem with getting undressed in front of a stranger. The irony was not lost on him, considering how he got into this situation, so he didn't bring that up.
Kensie saw him continuing to hesitate. "Don't forget, there's also the hard way. No offense, but I'm pretty sure I'm stronger than you."
Tommy huffed in frustration, but complied. Kensie was definitely stronger than him.
"Good girl!" Kensie exclaimed, giggling at the dirty look Tommy threw her way.
He stopped once he was in his underwear. Kensie sighed and said, "Fine, I'll turn around for this part. But you'd better behave after this."
Soon he was in the bathtub, hiding his nakedness with the suds and bubbles. It had a floral scent, primarily lavender, but many others could be detected, but not strongly enough to be named.
As soon as the water settles Kensie turned back around.
"Alright. I'm going to wash your hair for you. Turn this way?"
Luckily, that happened to be facing away from her. Ever nervous, Tommy kept his focus on keeping a decently sized swath of bubbles to conceal his lower half. Kensie, for her part, was massaging some vanilla-scented shampoo into his head.
"You've got nice hair." Kensie said absentmindedly.
"What? Oh. Um... Thanks?" Tommy replied hesitantly.
"Yeah. Have you ever thought about growing it out?"
'That's her angle,' Tommy thought. 'Just another part of this... nonsense.'
"Thought about it." Tommy said honestly. "It's not really my style."
He said the last part with a hint of emphasis, an attempt to signal Kensie that he was onto her tricks. Kensie, though, either didn't notice, or didn't care.
Kensie tilted her head a bit. "Hm, fair enough. It's a little wavy, like Aurora's, so I know a couple cute styles if you ever try it out."
"You've done her hair?"
"Yeah, just something we all do for fun."
"For fun?"
Kensie chuckled while using a cup to rinse out the shampoo. "I mean, isn't this at least a little relaxing?"
That set off an alarm in Tommy's head. "Wait, are you doing something?"
"No, just washing," She set a calming hand on his shoulder. "I just meant that it's similar. And we get to talk."
"About what?"
"Gosh, you're paranoid. Guess I can't blame you." Kensie said, using a little bit of conditioner. "Take a deep breath. Let yourself relax a bit."
Despite himself, Tommy found himself breathing in that floral scent, tinged with vanilla from the shampoo's runoff. It really was a pleasant smell, he had to admit.
The bath was warm, lapping at his sides, begging his muscles to relax, and they were eager to comply. At some point, he realized his eyes were closed, maybe they'd fallen shut when Kensie was rinsing, and not found their chance to reopen, maybe the push and pull on his scalp, tides against his skull (was he the ocean or the beach?), had lulled them to rest.
"See?" Kensie's voice. How long had it been? Moments? "It's not so bad."
"Guess so."
"A lot of what we're planning for you is like this, you know." She remarked. Tommy couldn't help but hope that was true. If they were gentle, if they didn't make embarrass him, if he let himself sway with the push and pull, move with the tides...
"Alright! Next up is your legs."
Tommy was snapped out of his reverie, as his eyes swiftly opened, his muscles tense. "What about my legs?"
Kensie let out a disappointed little sigh. "We're just going to shave them, it's not that big a deal. Calm down."
Had she been tricking him into lowering his guard so she could try and sneak that past him? Well, Luckily it hadn't worked.
"No way. My legs don't need shaved. Even for a girl's night."
"Quit freaking out about it," Kensie said, "Shaving your legs isn't even just a girl thing. Or are you not a feminist?"
Tommy opened his mouth. Then closed it. He furrowed his brow, trying to think of a retort.
"And remember," Kensie added, "This is a punishment. You don't have to like it."
While Tommy sat there, buffering, Kensie put a brand-new pink razor next to him, as well as some shaving cream.
"You'll be needing these."
"Huh?" He looked at them. "I'm..."
"What, did you think I'd do it for you? I mean, like, I could, but I'm more likely to cut you than if you do it."
The choice had been taken from him (again). Grumpily, he took the razor (Kensie immediately corrected the way he held it) and got to work.
"Slower. Bend to the curve of your leg, otherwise you'll cut yourself." Kensie instructed. "Be firm. Stay in control of the razor."
With her steady guidance, Tommy's legs were made bare, and Kensie pulled the stopper from the bath's drain. Tommy didn't react immediately, thinking it was a natural progression of events, until he remembered what the water was concealing.
"Wait! Turn around--"
Kensie splashed him with water. "Hm? Sorry didn't catch that. Just rinsing any leg hair that might've floated around."
She continued rinsing him, and soon the bath was empty, and Tommy lay there, covering himself.
"Kensie!" He complained.
"C'mon, how many times do I have to say? Nothing to be embarrassed about, because--"
"I'm not a girl!"
Kensie stared at him and sighed tiredly. The stalemate marinated in that awkward silence, neither saying a word, until there was a knock at the door.
"Kensie? You two done in there?" Aurora's voice called, "The caramel popcorn is ready!"
"There's caramel popcorn?" Tommy asked, trying not to show his interest. It was his favorite treat, just after chocolate oranges. Aurora knew that, Tommy realized, and almost certainly was going to use it as leverage.
"Yeah," Kensie called back, "We're just getting our clothes on. Right?" She looked pointedly at Tommy.
"Yeah..." Tommy agreed, though his tone betrayed his reluctance.
Through the door, Aurora made a happy little squeal, before her footsteps told them she'd left.
"What's she so excited about?" Tommy asked.
Kensie looked at him with a different expression to the exasperation she had before. Not quite contempt, not quite pity. "Listen," She started slowly. "It was really hard to calm Leslie down after you peeked on her. She was ready to go home and cry the rest of the night. I shouldn't say this, but..."
There was a pause before she finished.
"Aurora told them you were trans. And probably just jealous or feeling left out. That's the only way she could think of to calm her down. Since none us really know you, Aurora asked me to help with this."
"Then..." Tommy trailed off, processing the huge info-bomb that had come his way.
"Aurora was excited because you're helping to make tonight better. You're not letting your manliness stop you from making it right."
"Hold on, how is lying to them making it right?"
Kensie nodded. "It's not. Having the courage to go through with this, and going and apologizing to her, though, that will make it right. We already decided to explain the truth to Leslie tomorrow, but tonight, we wanted to have fun. We don't want anyone going home in tears."
Tommy looked away, mentally berating himself for breaking Aurora's trust, almost ruining everything, and hurting Leslie. Why had he been so stupid?
"Hey." Kensie returned his attention to her. "That includes you."
"It shouldn't," Tommy mumbled. He willed away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
'Don't cry,' He thought to himself. 'You did this to yourself.'
"You're one of us tonight. That was the deal," Kensie reminded him, "That means a lot more than just getting changed in the same room."
Tommy took a deep breath, trying to reorient himself. Pushing back the tears.
"Let's get dressed." He said, finally.
He shouldn't have been surprised that the clothes he'd walked in with were gone. Kensie shrugged at him, not so much an I don't know as it was I don't know what you expected.
It was the pink pajama set that Leslie had been about to try on. Tommy wondered if Leslie had given up the chance of wearing it so that he could "feel included."
That thought made him feel worse.
Included was some underwear, likely from Aurora's dresser, since she was similar enough to his size. He froze when he noticed it.
'I can't wear that. I can't.' He took deep breaths. Calming himself was an after-thought, his emotions were getting the better of him and he was fighting so hard not to cry.
He was confused, nervous, embarrassed, guilty, and just plain sad, for reasons he could hardly articulate. Kensie looked like she was about to say something, tease him about the underwear, until she saw the look on his face.
"Hey. Tommy." Her arm moved hesitantly toward him, but stopped. "...You don't have to wear the underwear if you don't want to."
Tommy wasn't sure if that made things better or worse. He'd nearly forgotten it was a punishment, anyway, there was only two things that mattered, the fact that he needed to wear it, and that he couldn't. Even the fact that he was standing there, naked, next to a clothed Kensie, had completely drowned itself in his mind.
Now, Kensie gently grabbed his arm. "Tommy. Are you ok?"
He opened his mouth, but hated how his lips trembled, so he clenched his jaw to stop it.
Face full of concern, Kensie lifted her hand, pointing the index finger, and starting tracing out a figure eight in the air. "Follow this with your eyes."
Slowly Tommy managed to convince himself to comply. It broke the haze, somewhat, to move his eyes, the tunnel vision faded as the path of her hand forced him to see more. His breathing evened out.
"I'm sorry." Kensie said, looking down. "This whole night has been..."
"No." Tommy said softly. "Thanks."
Kensie nodded, but didn't reply right away. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"I... don't know." Tommy said. "It's just..."
Kensie tilted her head.
"I... I'm scared." He finished uncertainly, looking away.
"Of what? The embarrassment?" Kensie prompted.
Tommy found himself shaking his head. "Of, like..." A long pause. "I don't know."
A lightbulb seemed to go off in Kensie's head. "Like it's a boundary you can't go back from."
Tommy nodded.
"Is that because..." Kensie bit her lip, thinking of the most delicate way to phrase it. "You're worried that you'll like it?"
Tommy lifted his head to one side, the first half of the movement to shake his head No, of course not, but the second half didn't come. Not naturally. But he couldn't find a reason for that. So when he finished the gesture, it was slow, somewhat strained.
What should have been a no was instead a not quite.
He furrowed his brow. It was difficult to parse his own thoughts.
"Tommy..." She started slowly, "Have you... wondered, before, what being a girl would be like?"
He lifted an eyebrow. "I mean, yeah? Not in a... trans way, though?"
"Then, in what way?"
Tommy shrugged. "The usual way, I guess? Just, like, how things would be different."
"Ok... and, how often do you think about that?"
He tilted his head. "I'm not trans." He stated. His brow was still furrowed.
Kensie thought for a moment. "If you were... what would change?"
"I don't know, something. It doesn't matter, because I'm not."
"Ok, then what would be different if you'd been born a girl?"
"I..." He paused. Kensie slightly lifted her eyebrows. "I'd probably be happy about all this. That you're all putting this much effort into including me."
"That's sweet," Kensie smiled. "You did seem really relaxed for a bit in the bath."
Tommy nodded. "It felt nice."
"We've gotta get going..." Kensie said, almost to herself. "Here, I'll help you get dressed."
Tommy didn't argue. He felt like he should've, but he also wasn't sure he wanted to. He reasoned that it would be a waste of time to push back at this stage.
Kensie picked up the panties. The pattern hadn't occurred to Tommy before, but having calmed down somewhat he saw that they were a surprisingly cute pair, white, with pink trim, and calico-cat colored pawprints dotted around.
She had him lift one leg, then the other. Strange emotions pushed and pulled at Tommy from within; not the calm ocean's tide, but an angry sea against the rocks, the drumbeat of his heart against the racing of his mind.
Through the turmoil, he was aware of two things. His breath remained steady, now; he was present, despite the panic of his body and mind. He also recognized that the underwear being slid up his legs gently (as though he was a skittish rabbit that might flee) was soft, and comfortable.
"There." Kensie said, bringing the shorts to cover them. "You did great. Just need the shirt."
Tommy was able to put that on himself.
Kensie smiled at him. "You did it," She said. "Good..."
'Girl,' was on the tip of her tongue-- Or had Tommy only thought it was? Would he have preferred it to have been?
She sighed, trying to release some hidden tension from inside her. "Alright. Let's go get that popcorn."
She took him by the hand and guided him gently out of the bathroom. He found himself holding that lifeline tightly. Along the way, down the stairs, Kensie would smile reassuringly a couple times.
Voices could be heard from the kitchen; excited, happy-- That was what Tommy had been conscripted to protect. Now to see if he'd succeeded.
The sounds died down as Tommy and Kensie entered. He'd have preferred them not to notice him, so he could curl up into himself in the corner.
Aurora bounded over. "Kensie, he looks-- Oh, wait, she looks great. Thank you so much. Tommy," She turned to him, "What do you think? Being one of us isn't so bad, right?"
He looked away. Kensie whispered something in Aurora's ear, causing Aurora's eyes to widen slightly, but Tommy wasn't sure what it was.
"Oh..." Aurora said. "Well. Ok. That shouldn't change much..."
Tommy figured (correctly) that he wouldn't get an explanation.
He was guided over to the other girls, where they had formed a semi-circle for his introduction.
"This," Aurora began, "is my younger sister. What should we call you?"
"I..."
"If you don't have a name picked out, that's ok," Aurora said patiently, "But I figured I'd let you introduce yourself the way you wanted."
He thought about it. If he were trans, which he wasn't, he'd probably have gone with something simple, right? Not "Tammy," though.
He wondered what his parents might have named him as a girl. Aurora had gotten a pretty name. Maybe his parents would've given him something pretty like that? "Stella" was pretty. He'd go with that. It was just for the night, anyway.
"You can call me Stella..." She trailed off, watching the reactions of everyone else in the room. It was met with warm smiles and happy faces. No faces contorted with disgust. No eyes looking down on him like an insect.
"That's a cute name," A girl to her left said, "Stella and Aurora." They smiled at the duo. "Quite the pair!"
A murmur of agreement. 'Stella' couldn't help but smile, out of relief if nothing else.
"Leslie," Aurora called out. "Stella's here to apologize to you."
She looked down. How do you apologize for something like that?
"I'm sorry." Stella cursed herself inwardly for not even making eye contact, but nobody called her out on it.
Leslie nodded with a soft smile. "Apology accepted, Stella."
Then Leslie brought Stella into a hug. Stella wasn't ready for it, against her will she melted into the comforting embrace, the weight on her shoulders toppling, knocking loose the hold she had on her tears, while she returned Leslie's hug, just to hide her face. No other reason.
"I'm sorry." Stella said again.
Leslie stroked her hair. "I know."
They stood there for a bit, some small conversation started up around them. After a while, the two separated.
A bowl of caramel popcorn appeared in Stella's hands, a girl had handed it to her. She put pieces into her mouth while she dried her tears.
"I won't do it again." Stella promised.
"I know," Leslie smiled, "Next time, you won't be hiding."
End.
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(Epilogue)
They go on to have a great night, of course! Stella fits in wonderfully once she gets past her shyness. They paint nails, do some makeup ("You look just like Aurora, Stella!" One girl remarked), watch a movie, and head to bed. Stella forgot what she was wearing until she saw the pretty girl in the mirror and subconsciously smiled at her.
Stella didn't realize she's trans that night, though. It takes her until the end of the month to go "Wait a moment..." and Aurora and Kensie have a bit of a laugh (all in good faith!) that it took her so long, when they'd never stopped calling her "Stella" after that night and she hadn't complained once.
Leslie was right, the next time they had a girl's night, Stella was included from the get-go. She was more than happy to help with the popcorn.
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I hope you all enjoyed this one! It's things like this that shake my confidence as a writer, somewhat, I worry that I handled Stella's emotions too callously, and resolved them too unrealistically.
I headcanoned that Kensie has a younger sibling with anxiety, which is how she'd learned that grounding technique; I can't guarantee that it'd work in real life, it was loosely based on the observation I've made when I get that sort of emotional... thing? (I don't know that I'd call it a panic attack, I'd hesitate to say I get those without knowing more about them) that moving my eyes helps just a little, and I heard once that some people think that eye movement is linked somewhat to brain activity.
This one feels fundamentally different than the other ones I've worked on recently. I don't think I'd ever brought up being transgender in any of them, for example. I wasn't going to in this one, either, but the more I wrote and thought about Stella's thought process, the less it seemed like I could avoid it. I didn't want to just handwave the crime she'd committed against Leslie, either, I needed a good reason for her to be forgiven.
I'll try not to say too many more negative things about it, though, I'll leave the criticism to y'all, haha.
Been working on this one for a while, I actually started this one before some of the other recent ones, it's what made me go "Maybe I should write things out of order" because it was shrimply too long and I was a tad stuck, so writing some other things was a nice break.
it's funny how the part at the top is pretty outdated now, bc it's been like, weeks i think? wowza...
