All that I Like and Dream of

only 18+ the picture are from other users I am happy with the way I am, every day and my feelings to become a sissy get stronger and what happend can never be reversed

[nylonsandheels]

[ilovemuchph2]

I think I'll finish the whole glass and then ask them to repeat what they said because I was so thirsty I didn't hear it😊😊🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰

[theefun-claudia]

The other day at a company party, I asked my husband’s secretary, Xandra, if she knew of or could find someone to clean our house. She looked at me and said, “Well, maybe I know someone, but it’ll take a while—I have to take it slow.”

In the months that followed, I didn’t hear anything, from Xandra. Luckily, my husband was home a little less, so the mess wasn’t as bad—he had a few business trips abroad.

Then Xandra called me and asked if I could stop by; she said she had good news.

Xandra walked with me into my husband’s office… who, at that very moment, was abroad…

I hope you're happy—there I was, looking straight into the eyes of my “husband”....

I hope you're satisfied—there I was, looking straight into the eyes of my “husband”....

My heart skipped a beat, but I quickly pulled myself together. Xandra said, “It took a little while, but he picked up on the hypnosis quickly; besides, it helped that he’d already experimented with your lingerie.” I looked at her questioningly, but I could see the advantages of the current situation.

She said I could try it out for about two weeks; after that, it would become increasingly difficult to get him/her back completely...

Smiling, I told her I’d let her know in about four weeks... He blushed.......

[theefun-claudia]

My girlfriend and I were at home; we've been living together for 8 months now. We went to bed a little earlier than usual, and then she started...

I agree—how could I deny it? So she began…

“You know, I like this guy, and he’s really strong…” She slowly slid her hand to a spot that feels really good.

“I’m going to spoil you,” she said. “I’ve been coming home late a lot these past few weeks, so I have some making up to do.”

She grabbed him and began, “When I’m away, I’ve noticed that the guy I like sometimes rummages through my drawer.” Unfortunately, my body reacted to this immediately. “I think he really likes nylon.” At the word “nylon,” he went rock hard, and I reacted right away by moving her hand slowly over him.

Meanwhile, she had pulled down my pants and started rubbing her nylon-clad foot against my leg.

“When the woman who lived in that house found out, she set up a camera.” I wanted to say something, but she subtly placed a finger on my mouth. The tip of that finger slowly moved toward my lips. No, I didn’t want this, but before I knew it, it happened anyway—I started sucking on it slowly. I didn’t know how she managed it, but suddenly there was a pair of pantyhose over my genitals, and she continued what she was doing. “At first, the woman was startled, but she soon became aroused by the images she saw. The first time, he just put on a pair of pantyhose, but every day after that, he went a little further.” The person in the picture looks a lot like me.

The worst part is that the right side—my left side—was my wedding suit, the red blouse, the black miniskirt, and the black patterned pantyhose—I had worn them with those shoes the night before.

She didn't say anything else but continued to pamper me for a little while longer. I didn't dare say a word. She stood up, walked over to her drawer and she grabbed the clothes from the night before that I thought I had hidden well.

She laid them down next to me and rested her hand there again.

“You look sexy in those clothes. We both know you can’t stop anyway, but I do want to teach you some more makeup skills. So just do what you have to do—your body has already spoken.”

I lay there on the bed, trembling. Yes, my body had spoken……

Your left side is taking over from your right side—enjoy it, I’m fine with it. I knew this could happen—that’s why your wedding suit looked a little off.

A few days later, she texted me, “So, have you figured it out yet…?” I sent her a photo back.

She reply, “😍❣️🥰 Glad you made the right choice.❤️‍🔥❣️😍”

[theefun-claudia]

OMG I never expected that a men will be so fast addicted to pantyhose.

[nylonsissy1994]

[ilovemuchph2]

I was at home with a friend of mine; we’d been gaming for a few hours when we decided to go downstairs for a bit. Just to have a drink and grab a snack.

We’d been downstairs for about half an hour when my sister and her friends came in.

It didn't take me long to realize that, no matter how the girls were dressed, my boyfriend was definitely up to something. It hadn't escaped their notice either, because the conversation quickly turned to nothing else, and they had sat down in such a way that he was sandwiched between them. Then my sister did something unexpected for once.......

It didn’t take long before you could see him slowly losing his grip. They started talking him down; he seemed paralyzed. One of my sister’s friends ran her foot over his legs. The other one slowly pushed him off the couch with her feet. There he sat, helpless, completely captivated by my sister, unsure of what was happening to him.

I had watched from a distance and was slightly shocked at how subtly they had lured him into the trap.

My sister handed him a pair of pantyhose and told him to put them on, and he did so without hesitation.

They went much further—he even transformed right before my eyes into one of them.

The friend who had subtly lured him off the couch suddenly said, “Look, Silvia, your brother is standing there, and by the looks of it, he finds what’s happening quite exciting.”

My sister Silvia looks at her and says, “You know what you have to do.” She winks at me and says, “You know what’s coming; you saw it happen, you didn’t intervene—good luck…”

Her girlfriend took my hand to lead me upstairs. I wanted to protest, but it didn’t come across as convincing at all; I followed her, grumbling a bit, to my sister’s room...

She closed the door and sat down in my sister’s desk chair. She gently pushed me to the floor and looked at me with a mischievous smile. There was a moment of silence, and then……

I was startled, and she smiled kindly and said it was okay.

She sat down on the bed and told me I could sniff her feet. It looked so sexy, and what had happened downstairs was still haunting my mind—oh well, I’m stronger than my boyfriend anyway. I heard her whisper, “Sniff, sniff then, please sniff.” What happend downstairs, that won’t happen to me. I Look to her, how did she know that, but hey, now that she knows anyway. It looks so sexy, and how often do I get a chance like this......Her sexy finger pointed at her foot....

and I leaned forward and pressed my nose into her foot… I inhaled the scent and again and again....I couldn't stop anymore. It sounded so good in the background: “Good girl, go ahead and lick it, good girl.” I thought, “This isn't going to happen to me,” and “See, I'm stronger than that.” Oh, she's so sweet to me—thank goodness she's showing some restraint...

I don’t know how much later she said, “Should I take a picture and send it to you?”

I agreed, she took the picture and sent it, I grabbed my phone and opened the photo.....

“This… this can’t be,” I thought, I stammered, “Why?” She just winked, she put a nice black skirt on me, she took my hand and led me downstairs...

I heard my sister talking to my parents; I wanted to go back but couldn’t... I looked down and straightened the skirt I’d just put on, thinking, they’ll probably be mad at my sister when they see what she did.

But nothing happened—they weren’t surprised. They greeted me and said my girlfriend had just gone home, and that they were looking forward to the five of us going to the movies together later and then grabbing a drink at the bar……

I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. My sister gave me a hug and said, “You look radiant!, you're beaming in your new outfit”

I looked at her, and strangely enough, I felt proud that she had complimented me like that.......

[theefun-claudia]

Yes, defensively, I never wanted to miss that. Looking back, I can't see how it's been different. Maybe I would have acted differently, or maybe I would have moved forward. Either way, I'm happy.

[ai-satin-chic]

She preferred practise in full stage dress.

One thing that I've always had a bit of trouble with in AI is creating the traditional "pancake" tutu. Even though it's perfectly artistic, the AI has always been really reluctant to produce anything. New tech, (and my own prompting) seem to allow some rather nice images through now, although still not perfect.

[theefun-claudia]

Let me introduce myself—my name is Patricia.

I’ve been friends with Jacqueline for a long time; we see each other regularly, a few times a week.

We’ve become really close over the past few months. Maybe a little too close.

Jacqueline is married and has a young man living with them. It won’t be easy to reconcile this with her home life.

One evening she came to me and said she’d found a way out. Her husband had told her how to do it himself; she’s just certain that the outcome isn’t what he has in mind. She tells me her story, and it excites us both; I’m going to support her as she carries it out.

I’m lending her some pantyhose and stockings; I wear 12- or 15-denier stockings, which are a bit thinner than what Jacqueline wears.

We laid a few pairs out on the couch together and each picked out different pairs.

They’re a bit softer, and I hope that helps with this challenge. We hope it doesn’t stand out too much.

[theefun-claudia]

My wife and I had rented out a room. A nice young man was living there, and we got along well with him. He had his quirks—sometimes he’d come home with a girlfriend, and she’d bring a boyfriend along.

My wife was skilled at hypnosis; she was a psychiatrist and still used it to treat trauma and such, so she was very good with people.

I jokingly asked my wife if we couldn’t make him a little more feminine—maybe that would make things a little calmer around the house.

Jacqueline was sitting on the chair in the living room and looked at me with an expression that said, “I can work with this.”

“So, to sum it up, I live with my husband and a young man, and you want less testosterone in the house,” I nodded in agreement. She continued, “You want me to use hypnosis and such for that—which is actually my job.”

I replied, “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, and if you handle it smartly, it’ll seem like his own idea and no one will bat an eye.” She looked at me, and before I knew it, we were locked in a passionate kiss.

The rest of the day went on as usual, and we didn’t talk about it again after that.

A day or two later, I suddenly notice the clothes rack in our room. It’s covered entirely with pantyhose and stockings. They seem thinner than the ones Jacqueline usually wears. I take one down and notice how incredibly soft they feel. I brush it across my face and am startled by my body’s reaction; I quickly hang it back up.

I ask her during dinner, “What’s that laundry rack doing in our bedroom? And is whatever’s hanging on it yours?”

She gives me a defiant look, “I was cleaning out the laundry closet, that’s why. They’re soft, aren’t they?” she says very sweetly. I feel my face flush and say as calmly as possible, “Yeah, they are.”

Otherwise, everything goes normally, though I feel a bit awkward. She’s going to a friend’s house tonight, which she does quite often. I’m staying home; I usually go for a run or something, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

She gives me a kiss before she leaves, and I go back to watching TV and playing with my phone...

After a while, I go upstairs to take a shower, and then I want to read a book in bed until she gets home.

I walk up the stairs and on the landing......

Hmm, that’s not her style, so I pick it up and take it with me to the bathroom. I toss it in the laundry basket and put the shoes in front of it. I undress, and my curiosity gets the better of me—I take it out of the laundry basket and put it on. Underneath is a purple dress she wore today; it still smells of perfume. I put that on too. The feeling that washes over me is indescribable. I slip on the heels, and before I know it, I’m standing in our bedroom, admiring myself in the mirror. The phone rings; it’s Jacqueline. “Can you take a look? I think I forgot to turn off the gas under the stew.” I walk downstairs and turn off the gas. “You sound nervous.” I tell her I was just about to hop in the shower, that I’m now walking around the house half-naked, and that there’s still some of her stuff lying on the landing. She laughs and says, “Half-naked, so you’re wearing my pantyhose.” I laugh back a little nervously and say, jokingly, “Sure.”

Nothing much happened in the weeks that followed—well, the only thing that kept my attention was the rack in the bedroom, which would occasionally provide me with a bit of a distraction, usually with a dress or a skirt and a blouse that I’d fish out of the laundry basket.

Until one evening during dinner she said, “Do you remember what you suggested about two months ago, that thing about too much testosterone?” I looked almost surprised and pretended I didn’t remember, “Explain it to me, refresh my memory.”

“Never mind,” she said, “it seemed like a fun idea, but if you’ve already forgotten it! I had the ultimate point of no return in mind—rubbing my panty-clad foot over his nose and then telling him what to do. I’m sure that would’ve been fun; then he’d immediately understand what else happened, and there’d be absolutely no turning back.” I started laughing, “How are you even going to get a panty-clad foot on his nose? But oh well, I guess it didn’t work out anyway,” I added with a chuckle.

“Go lie down on the couch,” she said, “I’ll clean up, and you can think about whether you have a better plan, because before you know it...” she broke off her sentence, and I felt her pantyhose-clad foot slip under my pant leg. For a moment, I thought she’d realized I was wearing pantyhose under my pants, but then she walked away.

I did what she suggested and lay down on the couch. Not long after, she was done. She stood next to me, and before I knew it...

I sensed what was happening and immediately thought, “Oh no…” She smiled and said, “Go upstairs and get changed—you know what to wear now; it’s on the bed… Testetron has been away from home for a few weeks, so it seemed like the right time to me.” I got up and walked automatically toward the bedroom…

When I came downstairs, she immediately said she’d like a glass of wine and that we needed to talk for a moment...

I poured the drink and sat down next to her. We looked at each other, and I felt a little awkward, but Jacqueline clearly didn’t.

We kissed. She told me she didn’t regret what had happened, that it wasn’t exactly what she’d intended, but that she didn’t want to put all her eggs in one basket. Look, with hypnosis, it’s just the way it is: if you don’t want it yourself, it doesn’t happen. Now take a look at yourself and answer honestly—do you feel comfortable right now?

I nodded in agreement and added that it still feels a bit awkward, but strangely enough, it also feels familiar. I also mentioned that I wanted more than just to be a sissy maid—I wanted to be her girlfriend, too. She placed her hand on my leg and rubbed it reassuringly, “Don’t be afraid.” There was a knock at the door, and Jacqueline immediately called out, “Come in.” I felt a little awkward, but that vanished the moment he stepped inside.

“See, that's what I meant,” she said. “I didn't expect things to be going so well for both of you. I could tell that Pauline—I suppose I can call him that now—was also getting excited by what he saw and what had happened to him. Pauline sat down, and I stood up and walked over to her to ask for a drink.” But before I knew it, something happened that I could never have imagined. I heard Jacqueline in the background say, “If you don’t like it, step back—but be sweet and gentle with Claudia, Pauline.” I was overcome with pleasure—two beautiful women and that wonderful feeling......

[sissybecca732]

[sarahwellshunter]

Monday - should be a breeze

A quick walk to work, stopping off at the park for a moment of reflection as the better weather returns.

Sunshine and birdsong!

The breeze on your legs, the same breeze that makes your dress flutter. All very enjoyable little 'girly' moments.

And now the coffee shop is open too !

Hope your week starts with a breeze too!

Sarah 💋

[theefun-claudia]

Who would have thought it? Five months ago, my wife, Julia, suggested we spice up our relationship. We never expected this to happen. We’re now on good terms as friends......

Julia has a new boyfriend, and I—now known as Claudia—am dating his brother. We’ve known them for much longer......

Oooh, it can’t be—it suddenly hits me that a year ago we were laughing about how we thought his brother had a crush on me. I call Julia to tell her; her reply is short: “If you’re happy, then enjoy what’s ‘happened’ to you.” I take another sip of my cappuccino and think she’s right. The phone rings; he asks if I’d like to come over tonight for a cozy evening. My heart skips a beat; I feel the wind against my legs again and agree.... what was I thinking.....

[izzywick]

[perpetualtrinityship]

[ilovemuchph2]

At first, I thought you might become my boyfriend. I put on this black pantyhose and the leather skirt. I saw you looking, and I asked, "Would you like to try some of my clothes, too?"

The answer I received was what I had hoped for, but it was not something I had expected. You can see the surprise in my eyes when I heard it.

Now I know that won't happen, you my boyfriend. You wanted to give it a try, and now you see it, too. You were made for tights, dresses, and skirts❣️ You didn't just stop at the red dress and pantyhose; you topped it all off with that cute, fluffy, black jacket,What you found in my closet, which was not one in my room but in the guest room. I should have stopped, but you were sitting there so calmly, being so patient. When you looked in the mirror, you saw it for yourself. You were captivated by your own reflection. You almost saw your feminine self take over your masculine self. Am I wrong?

I could only confirm it and looked in the mirror again. "I can take it off and go home," I said helplessly. "Is that what you want? Because if you do, I'll ask you again, you look so hot now, and that wouldn't be fair, so we wouldn't be able to see each other anymore. I'm so sorry," she said, looking at me with almost pleading eyes.

"I still want you around, but more as a girlfriend. I'm so Sorry!" She told me. Then she looked at me. She had a shy and guilty look on her face. She said:"I should have warned you earlier. I knew this would happen because you're nicer than most guys."

"Look at you! You're so adorable. Let's go into the garden, cool down, and take some time to think about the situation."

When we went outside and the wind blew past my legs covered in pantyhose❤️‍🔥, I knew for sure. It's permanent. I gave her a big hug. We both knew that something irreversible had happened. What an afternoon! We had both imagined it differently. Strangely enough, the result is the same: a soulmate for life.

[theefun-claudia]

You're just straight John anyway, okay then it's okay if I set up some sissy hypnosis....

After a while we start kissing and I have a lot of fun.. She stripped me of my underclothes, after some time she said get dressed we will go downstairs for a drink.

We were just downstairs when a friend of hers came over. We had a drink and an hour or so he left and indicated he would hopefully see me again soon.

Actually right after that I looked down

and noticed what I was wearing and I started to blush, oddly enough, I felt a comfortable feeling flow through my body, when he reassured me and said I could be fine.

I actually thought it looked good on me that I had never thought of this before, especially with the beautiful open shoes.