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Kinky Union | Find Your Thrill
A TG ROLE REVERSAL FANTASY
Getting ready to go out always took some time, but Reagan never complained. Carol loved pampering her girl and they both savored every moment of their intimate ritual. Tonight Carol pulled out all the stops, bathing Reagan in a scented bath with lit candles as their only light. The soak had left Reagan’s scented body sinfully smooth to the touch. Carol sighed as she inhaled the sweet fragrance of Reagan’s perfume as she slid the dress up her girl’s hips.
“You said he likes blue,” Carol’s breathing was labored, thick arousal weighting down every word. “I selected something that would give him an eyeful but promise more to come.” Reagan shivered as Carol’s whispers tickled her neck, getting lost in the excitement of the moment. Carol’s nipples pressed into Reagan’s back, diamond-hard nubs showing her need. Both of them growing dizzy from the anticipation. In just a little over an hour, Reagan would be on a date with her boss and she had every intention of going to bed with him. It was a pivotal moment for her; one she and Carol has been working towards for over two years. Tonight Reagan was walking through the door towards womanhood and closing the door on her old life.
Reagan glanced in the mirror as Carol did her make-up and smiled. She supposed she should have felt regret for being so beautiful but she felt none. If anything, she felt pride in her appearance. She and Carol had done everything possible to erase any traces of masculinity from Reagan’s body. The procedures had erased all the hard edges from her face and hormones has softened her body and given her a feminine shape. Carol immersed her former husband in all things feminine until it became a new normal. Reagan only wore heels and never pants. Manicures and Pedicures were required.
The shift to feminine also changed the dynamic between them. Carol was the guide for Reagan, taking the lead in all things. After leaving her job, Reagan became a kept woman while Carol became the breadwinner. Reagan’s aggressive desires faded as her body turned soft and smooth. Carol pushed her new wife to be as feminine and delicate as possible and even took the lead in bed. Instead of penetrating, Reagan found herself on the business end of Carol’s strap-ons. She learned to attend to her lover’s needs more than her own and found pleasure in submission. By the time Reagan had her final procedure, she found she loved being taken by her lovers.
The shift to submissiveness only pushed them both further. All their property was put in her wife’s name and Reagan took Carol’s maiden name after her surgery. Surrendering control felt so natural to her and Carol loved putting her girl on display. She loved the attention Reagan drew and she dressed her to attract more. She also insisted that Reagan re-enter the workforce; not as management as before. . . but as support staff. So Reagan applied to her old company and surprisingly got a job as the personal assistant to her old boss. Her subservient nature made her perfect for the work and her classy yet fashionable outfits made her a big hit with the male staff. Even her boss had taken an interest in his new office girl and took every chance possible to flirt with her.
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Invisible Hand | The Only Choice is VengeanceYou sit up in the bed, turning to see him gazing down at you. Instinct has you reach for the sheet, covering yourself. He chuckles as he looks down at you, amusement in his eyes.“What are you hiding, pet? There is no part of you that I haven’t defiled.” You blush for a moment, looking away before finally letting the sheet drop. Your don’t dare look back, but you feel his triumphant, gloating eyes roaming your soft curves. Your cheeks redden from this, knowing you shouldn’t be enjoying it.
This was the conflict, wasn’t it? At least one of them. Anyone else would assume you had the glow of a well-fucked woman basking in the love she felt for her man. That was the intent, after all. And yet the truth was something more sinister. As he moved to dress himself, you examine the reflection of the woman lying on the bed. Her skin aglow, vibrant with youth, dark hair tousled atop her head. The only thing that you see of your former self is the look of confusion in her eyes. The confusion of looking in the mirror and seeing beauty reflected back at them. Eyes unused to the sight of femininity in the looking glass. The eyes of someone who never thought they would willingly spread their legs for a man.But it was the choice you made, wasn’t it? Your choice drove him to seek retribution on the man who robbed him of his wife and daughter. He drove that drunk driver to ruin until he had no choice but to accept the devil’s bargain: His life in exchange for his family’s financial security. His doctors siphoned your male essence away with their advance techniques, sculpting your body into something soft, pretty and feminine. He bombarded you with mental conditioning, shaping you into the obedient woman he expected you to be. You could not raise a hand to him, but he never dulled your awareness. He wanted you to know every step of your change - so you would know how far you had fallen.
His firm, cruel hand sapped you of all resistance. Eventually you became the submissive, meek thing he wanted - unable to fight back. Each night, he mounted you and ravished your body. You hated him for making you his whore. . and for making you love it. The cocktail of shame and sexual pleasure was part of his conditioning, the final part of his game. No debaucherous act was beyond you and every one of them humiliated the man that remained inside you.This was why you offered no defiance. He had thoroughly broken you. There was no way you could be a man again. The only choice was obedience. You were too ashamed of what you had become to see your family, and you were too consumed by your master’s pleasure to leave him. The leash he had collared you with was one within your own mind.