Mysterious Feminisation
After a few months of my ‘relationship’ with Stefan I realised that I had irreversibly crossed over the border between being a straight guy who liked to experiment with cross-dressing into being… well, something else. I am not sure exactly when this realisation hit me. Was it when I was pulling on a pair of tight girly jeans that I would pair with high stilettos and found I was not thinking how I might look in the mirror and how the clothes felt to me, but how sexy my ass would look to him? Or was it when in my day job I could still feel his cum still swimming around in my stomach from the night before, and it gave me a satisfied feeling? Or that through the pain of it, I experienced bursts of pleasure as his hard cock rammed my asshole into submission, forcing it to be soft and receptive likes girl’s pussy?
I felt that over the months I was really changing. My skin certainly felt softer. Although I was never very hairy, I felt like that I the hair that was there had gotten a lot thinner and fairer, you could hardly see it. My facial growth seems a lot slower, only needed to shave about once every two weeks. My ass seemed a bit more plump to me, and it felt a bit fatter around my hips and chest area. It wasn’t just thinking that maybe there was small changes going on in my body. I also felt there might be something wrong with my mind. I couldn’t really think straight. I used to be kind of intelligent but I couldn’t read anything more complicated then a girly magazine or I got a headache. I very rarely thought of anything more ambitious than new woman clothes I would like to buy, or how I might imaginatively combine items in my wardrobe to great sexy new outfits. I often felt weak-minded and a bit dizzy, and I found I only felt fully secure and stable when stefan was around to tell me things were ok. I felt thankful that he was around during this weak-minded phase to direct me what I should do, or how I should feel about something, or what I really wanted to say but couldn’t find the words, or spoke the wrong ones.
My distracted, weakened state of mind did not go unnoticed at work. My boss thought I might be having mild burnout, and felt it was better if I went back to a half-week for a while. I was at home lot bored, so I started to indulge in cross-sressing more. It was the only thing I could think of doing to fill my time. Stefan helped me become really good at it! It was he who encouraged me one day to wax the little hard of mine that was still visible. He even bought me all the materials, they were waiting for me at his place on the evening he suggested it. So I just kind of went along with it. I couldn’t think up a good reason to refuse, and he seemed so enthusiastic about the idea, I didn’t feel I could say ‘no’.
It was the same when he suggested I shape my eyebrows a bit more femininely. And he was right: they looked so good after! I forgot that before they were so ugly and masculine! Thankfully he was there to point that out. I got a few strange looks in work and on the street, but somehow I didn’t care.
He eventually encouraged me to test out how good I could cross-dress, by going out with him a few times. He always brought be to another side of town, were neither of us were known. I was really nervous and spent the whole day preparing they first time. But I need not have worried so much, I was sure that the only looks I got were appreciative ones. And I never felt afraid on Stefan’s arm.
I never thought about it at the time, but I do wonder now if he had been putting something in the drinks he was always offering me that made made my mind and my body change to be a bit more…well, feminine…over time? Since I have had nothing to do with Stefan anymore, my mind has returned a little to its former powers, though not fully. I am more clear-headed now, but psychologically I still feel dependent on more dominant men. My body has more or less kept the changes of the last few months, it is still hairless and softer like before, but it has not progressed any more in that direction. I didn’t lose all my hair, for example. I still have to wax my body… even though Stefan is no longer in he picture, I found I still like to do it, for myself. I look attractive, it works better with the clothes...and I know guys like it.
I have another theory about the changes. I read lately that it could be a natural effect of a man, constantly put into a submissive, sexually passive position taking so much sperm over such a long time so from such a masculine, dominant man. As the foreign sperm floods his body, regularly entering though his ass and his mouth, the dominant sperm overpowers and leaves no room or even destroys the weaker sperm of the less masculine guy. With the intake of sperm so continuous, the production of weaker sperm eventually diminishes. This triggers the body into a kind of ‘Plan B’ survival mechanism. It must be some kind of basic evolutionary trick. Knowing the weaker male cannot survive in competition with the dominant male, the body changes and feminises to show less threat. Naturally the sexually dominant male finds this even more attractive, so the weaker male receives even more sperm, accelerating the process of bodily retreat and feminisation.
Could this be what had happened to me?
I felt that over the months I was really changing. My skin certainly felt softer. Although I was never very hairy, I felt like that I the hair that was there had gotten a lot thinner and fairer, you could hardly see it. My facial growth seems a lot slower, only needed to shave about once every two weeks. My ass seemed a bit more plump to me, and it felt a bit fatter around my hips and chest area. It wasn’t just thinking that maybe there was small changes going on in my body. I also felt there might be something wrong with my mind. I couldn’t really think straight. I used to be kind of intelligent but I couldn’t read anything more complicated then a girly magazine or I got a headache. I very rarely thought of anything more ambitious than new woman clothes I would like to buy, or how I might imaginatively combine items in my wardrobe to great sexy new outfits. I often felt weak-minded and a bit dizzy, and I found I only felt fully secure and stable when stefan was around to tell me things were ok. I felt thankful that he was around during this weak-minded phase to direct me what I should do, or how I should feel about something, or what I really wanted to say but couldn’t find the words, or spoke the wrong ones.
My distracted, weakened state of mind did not go unnoticed at work. My boss thought I might be having mild burnout, and felt it was better if I went back to a half-week for a while. I was at home lot bored, so I started to indulge in cross-sressing more. It was the only thing I could think of doing to fill my time. Stefan helped me become really good at it! It was he who encouraged me one day to wax the little hard of mine that was still visible. He even bought me all the materials, they were waiting for me at his place on the evening he suggested it. So I just kind of went along with it. I couldn’t think up a good reason to refuse, and he seemed so enthusiastic about the idea, I didn’t feel I could say ‘no’.
It was the same when he suggested I shape my eyebrows a bit more femininely. And he was right: they looked so good after! I forgot that before they were so ugly and masculine! Thankfully he was there to point that out. I got a few strange looks in work and on the street, but somehow I didn’t care.
He eventually encouraged me to test out how good I could cross-dress, by going out with him a few times. He always brought be to another side of town, were neither of us were known. I was really nervous and spent the whole day preparing they first time. But I need not have worried so much, I was sure that the only looks I got were appreciative ones. And I never felt afraid on Stefan’s arm.
I never thought about it at the time, but I do wonder now if he had been putting something in the drinks he was always offering me that made made my mind and my body change to be a bit more…well, feminine…over time? Since I have had nothing to do with Stefan anymore, my mind has returned a little to its former powers, though not fully. I am more clear-headed now, but psychologically I still feel dependent on more dominant men. My body has more or less kept the changes of the last few months, it is still hairless and softer like before, but it has not progressed any more in that direction. I didn’t lose all my hair, for example. I still have to wax my body… even though Stefan is no longer in he picture, I found I still like to do it, for myself. I look attractive, it works better with the clothes...and I know guys like it.
I have another theory about the changes. I read lately that it could be a natural effect of a man, constantly put into a submissive, sexually passive position taking so much sperm over such a long time so from such a masculine, dominant man. As the foreign sperm floods his body, regularly entering though his ass and his mouth, the dominant sperm overpowers and leaves no room or even destroys the weaker sperm of the less masculine guy. With the intake of sperm so continuous, the production of weaker sperm eventually diminishes. This triggers the body into a kind of ‘Plan B’ survival mechanism. It must be some kind of basic evolutionary trick. Knowing the weaker male cannot survive in competition with the dominant male, the body changes and feminises to show less threat. Naturally the sexually dominant male finds this even more attractive, so the weaker male receives even more sperm, accelerating the process of bodily retreat and feminisation.
Could this be what had happened to me?
8 years ago
