five girlthings in a trenchcoat

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so you have to actually get up and walk around- on the way to them there's a mirror so you have to see yourself willfully giving up your physical autonomy and how embarrassing that is,,,

they're holding more bindings, I guess it's time for your legs!

You'd seen what she proudly reblogged on tumblr dot com, she'd sent you smut and erotic art of all manner of things, proudly flaunting it and even joking about doing it with you.

But by far her biggest kink was forcefem.

Which made it all the stranger that she'd never suggested forcefem or any kind of crossdressing with you.

She knew you found it hot, you had never hidden that, some of your wildest fantasies were forcefem, but it was the only kink she'd never suggested exploring together.

So you pushed her, you intentionally lost a bet to let her choose your Halloween costume, only for her to choose a standard, unremarkable couples costume.

You tried joking about both wearing lingerie for her and about if she thought you'd look cute in one of her dresses and she just smiled and shrugged.

You'd even tried baiting her, making pseudo misogynistic comments about how women dressed or how easy being a girl must be, like in the very same forcefem posts she'd often reblog. But she'd just say something like "I know you don't really think that".

So you caved and just asked her directly, why did she have no interest in exploring that kink with you.

So she enlightened you.

She was perfectly happy to dress you up, eager even, but she refused to give you deniability.

She would not let you lose a bet.

She would not dare you or claim a favour.

She would not let it be a joke or a game, to be forgotten or laughed off.

You would have to beg her.

Beg her to do your makeup,

Beg her to dress you up,

Beg her to fuck you like a girl.

It still sucked, nobody likes getting beaten up, or harrassed but you could always handle it, you were resilient and you knew how and when do keep your head down.

That was until Her.

How in the hell could you have handled Her?

When you first saw Her you thought she must have been an angel, the sight of Her left you dizzy and your head empty. Your senses left you and those keen instincts you'd used to stay out of the crosshairs of bullies were suddenly gone. A single slip up was all it took, you don't even know what you stumbled on but regardless it left you on the floor at Her feet.

For a moment looking up at her smile you mistook it for mercy, a kind heart to help you up and bring you into a warm embrace.

But then the moment passed, no hand reached out to you, no sympathy, no mercy. There was no warmth in that smile, and the angelic visage shattered like ice. She stifled a mocking laugh and you felt heat rising in your cheeks but you weren't simply embarrassed, that would have been fine, you could have handled that.

You were flustered.

And in a terrible moment of eye contact you could see in Her eyes the realisation of your weakness, your shameful excitement at her cruel attention.

She was not your angel.

And every time she treated you like dirt your body would rat you out. You hated how much you loved it and she loved how much you hated it.

It became like a game for her, every shove, every teasing remark, every little thing she did to you, she was always looking for that hitch in your breath, the way you'd turn away to hide your blush, the little cracks in your voice.

You thought if you could simply stop reacting, get used to her tricks, she'd lose interest but it just made her get more persistent. In your defence you held out well, but this was her game and she made the rules. All it took was for you to answer back once, one slip up and a tragically timed voice crack and all your efforts evaporated, every move of hers validated, all your composure melted away by her laughter.

"You sound like my little sister"

Maybe you could have clawed back some dignity, but your body chose that moment to betray you, hungry for her attention and defiant in the face of your attempts to restrain it.

You let out a whimper.

The look in her eyes told you all you needed to know, it was the same look she'd had when she'd first laid eyes on you, she had found exactly where to push and she wasn't going to hold back.

At first it was pet names, princess and sweetie, then it moved on to pronouns and referring to you as a girl to her friends, teasing you about your long hair and "compliments" on the femininity of your features.

You were powerless to stop her, all your techniques and restraint forgotten, and your quiet defiance turned to quiet submission.

A part of you craved her attention, it was intoxicating, you knew you wanted it and she knew you knew, you felt humiliated by your desperation, your weakness, but she made you feel so good.

So you got addicted to the humiliation too.

Maybe that's why you let her corner you in that closet, maybe that's why you didn't try to run when she got makeup out of her bag. The only resistance you put up was a single begging plea for mercy, only encouraging her as she pinned you against the wall and got to work.

And get to work she did, brushing on eyeshadow and blush, drawing on eye liner and drawing out your lashes with mascara and finishing her masterpiece with a bright shade of lipstick.

Grinning with elation at her work she pulled out her phone for a photo

"Smile!"

You winced, senses returning, and refused her order, covering the lens, but she was having too much fun to stop now.

"Either you do as you're told, smile for the camera, take a few selfies and be a good doll or I  push you out of this closet and everyone can see how pretty you are, either way you're not getting these until I'm satisfied".

She waved a pack of makeup wipes just out of reach, emphasising her threat.

You had no choice but to give in, smiling and posing for her, taking selfies with her on her phone and giving her your number so she could send them to you. Even making you set one of you together as your home screen.

Poking your head out from behind the bathroom door, you saw her scrolling absent mindedly on her phone.

You cleared your voice to get her attention and she smiled an easy smile at you.

"Hey sweetheart, why are you hiding like a frightened fawn? let me get a look at you"

Her husky voice always sent shivers down your spine and softened the world around you but you were still nervous.

"Just don't laugh okay?"

She raised an eyebrow smugly

"Oh I'm definitely going to laugh, a cute thing like you in a dress like that? just the thought of it gets me giddy"

A scowl spread across your brow but she just moseyed over and took your chin in her hand softly, tilting your face to meet her gaze.