#force feminization

[sissycokewhore]

200 likes and I will glue the lock permanently

Every like= 1 hour caged while I’m awake. still locked up while sleeping just not counting them hours towards it

Ill slip a plug in too. For the same amount of time

[maymaymaid]

just convinced my cis boy friend who reads hdg that estrogen will actually be really good for her

[detransdesires]

Detrans Notes Game Retry

Hey guys! I'm going to re-do my detrans notes game since I'm in a much different place in life now. I hope y'all enjoy

(Spamming allowed)

Every 5 Notes = A week of not cutting my hair

Every 10 notes = A week of shaving my whole body

Every 15 notes = A week of only wearing womens underwear to work instead of a binder

Every 25 notes = A week my partners call me my deadname and female pronouns

Every 35 notes = An hour of edging

Every 50 notes = I'll post a picture of some part of my naked body

Every 75 notes = A week of my only going into public dressed femininely

Every 100 notes = I'll post a short video of me fucking myself on a dildo

Every 150 notes = I'll tell a coworker that I'm actually a girl

Every 200 notes = I'll get press on nails

Every 250 notes = I'll let my partners write whatever the comments want on my body in permanent marker

Every 300 notes = A week I go to work in makeup

Every 500 notes = I'll change a social media account to my deadname

Every 750 notes = An hour of cockwarming a dildo

Every 1000 notes = I'll buy a whole brand new fem outfit and post a slutty video of myself in it

Every 1500 notes = My partners call me by my deadname and fem pronouns for 3 months

2500 notes = I tell my parents I'm going by my deadname now

3500 notes = I change my name and badge over to Ally at work

5000 notes = I come out to my extended family as a girl

[iwishiwereagirlfr]

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!

[maid-in-training]

next addition to the forcefem armory

featuring my progesterone

[dumbpupbarks]

helping a tboy transition to force masculinize him then making him wear pretty lingerie/panties to force feminize him <3

[crashingcryptid]

AAA MASC READER WHO'S ALL BIG AND BUFF LIKE GHOST SIZED BUT HE'S GOT A CLOSET FULL OF CUTESY LOLITA STYLE DRESSES AND ACCESSORIES THAT HE HAD CUSTOM MADE BECAUSE STOCK DRESSES LIKE THAT DON'T COME THAT LARGE.

HE NORMALLY WEARS THEM DURING DOWNTIME AND LEAVE WHEN HE'S NOT GONNA BE SEEING ANYONE BUT BECAUSE OF SMTH STUPID LIKE A GAME OF TRUTH OR DARE OR WHATEVER THE 141 A) FIND OUT ABOUT THE DRESSES AND/OR B) SEE HIM IN ONE OF THE DRESSES, TEASING AND PERHAPS FLIRTING ENSUES

"I have a tramp stamp tattoo of my exes name, I wear dresses in my free time, and I know how to make balloon animals." You rattled off your two truths and a lie faster than you could think. The alcohol in your system made you loose lipped, face flushing as your team started debating their answer.

"You don't date, Y/N! You're almost as reclusive as Simon." Johnny accuses, but Kyle cuts in immediately.

"But they dated long distance, that one guy!" Kyle insists, while Price studies you with a smirk.

"I have your files, and I know what tattoos you have. The tramp stamp is a lie." He announces to the table, making everyone quiet down. The teams eyes lock onto you with curiosity and growing excitement.

"So, what do your dresses look like?"

You fidget with the frills of your dress as you enter the living room, staring down at your sock clad feet. The pale green fabric contrasted with the soft yellow lace and white bows, your skirt fluffing out around your legs.

"How could you keep this from us? Come on, pretty boy, give us a bow." Simon chuckles softly as you reach the middle of the room. Your face feels hot as you gently grab the sides of your skirt and dip into a bow.

"You look lovely in that, Bonnie. Did you have this custom made?" Johnny hums appreciatively as he gets up off the couch.

"Yes... I have a few more. This one's my favorite." You admit shyly as he circles you slowly. You gasp when you feel him flip up your skirt, yanking down the back of it immediately. "Johnny!"

"Matching panties?" Kyle whistles from behind you, making you spin around in surprise. You didn't even see him move off the couch. Price grabs hold of your waist, watching over your shoulder as Kyle lifts up the front of your skirt. "Ahh, yes. Matching panties..."

"Looks like you're enjoying all of the attention.. isn't that right, pretty girl?" Simon grunts as he strokes your cheek. You couldn't help but whimper as you feel Johnny pulling down your thigh high socks.

"Don't worry about saying anything, Y/N. Just be pretty and quiet, yeah?" Price murmurs in your ear. You obediently nod along to his words. "Good girl.."

[sepiapol]

Mistress I'm sorry. I do think your forcefem has been very good so far. Really loved the coerced estrogen regimen and the flip flopping between gentle encouragement and psychological manipulation. Plus the derelict basement has this grunge feel to it that really adds to the vibe. But unfortunately I've gotten the offer to be kidnapped by a pretty millionaire which I can't refuse. Yes she has money for more elaborate and elegant dresses. Yes she can afford to put me through non-consentual surgery. And if I'm going to turn into someone's pet girl against my will then I might as well be going all the way, so that's an offer I can't say no to (literally I can't, she won't allow me). Yeah I'll be leaving the basement tomorrow. Yeah she will send her own group of mercenaries which I will mistake as cops rescuing me from my plight, only to find myself in her mansion going through a new kind of feminising hell. Don't worry though! I will always remember our days when you broke my psyche and left me to pick up the pieces, finding less and less of me to put back together!