I tried a bit of a longer-form story! It’s kind of a lot and very different from my usual work, so I hope you enjoy!! Can you tell this is one of my favorite feminization tropes? 🤭
Did you really think it was just bad luck that you’re the one we cornered when your little panty raid failed? Oh no, not at all! Those other guys you were with are the real deal: masculine and self-assured. A bit immature, but in the way most boys are.
You’re different though, aren’t you sweetie? We saw it immediately. You were timid, uncertain, clearly just going along with it in a transparent attempt to fit in. Really, we were just going to send you all on your way until we noticed you. You’re the exact kind of weak we know we can exploit. Soft and malleable, like wet clay. And we were exactly right, weren’t we? You behaved exactly how we expected every step of the way. Every test of your confidence, your masculinity, any ounce of backbone, you failed spectacularly. And it was deliciously wonderful.
When we surrounded you, you could have easily broken away and followed your friends out of there. Any real man would have. They wouldn’t let a few small, pretty girls intimidate them. But you froze like a deer in headlights.
You made no effort to resist when we grabbed you and led you to my vanity. We didn’t even have to restrain you! All it took was a stern tone to keep you in place. It was so fun to watch you squirm as we told you all about how we were going to make you the prettiest girl you could possibly be. Your little whimpers and teary eyes as we waxed you smooth were so funny! By the time we got you into that pretty little pink nightie with the bow and the frilly robe, your last traces of masculinity were completely gone, leaving behind a shivering bundle of satin and compliance for us to shape as we pleased.
And we took full advantage of that, didn’t we girlie? We turned my bedroom and bathroom into your very own personal beauty salon, you lucky girl! Hours of primping and pampering that most girls would pay hundreds for. Facials and sugar scrubs and chemical peels, oh my! Softening your face and body into a sweet delicateness. Knowing you wouldn’t resist anything, we quickly turned up the intensity. Plucking your eyebrows into dainty, feminine arches made your face look so pretty! It was so funny seeing your new eyebrows rise in shock when we pulled out the bleach. We could tell you hated every second of it, but you sat still like such a good girl as we coated your hair and turned you from a mousy brunette into a glamorous blonde. It is SO your color!
Then it was back to the vanity. Of course, no girly slumber party is complete without some pretty curlers! Taking the largest, most glamorous ones we could find, we twisted your blonde locks around them as tightly as we could until your face was framed by a crown of girliness. Piercing your ears and gluing on those acrylic nails was just a natural next step. Got to keep the look consistent, you know? A pink glitter polish on your fingers and toes to match your nightie had you looking oh so put together!
Finally, we got to do your makeup! The coup de grace of any makeover. You looked so scared and helpless as we excitedly gathered up our supplies to doll up your face. So many pretty, fun shades to play with! The anticipation was almost as much fun as the actual painting. We had so much fun making you sit there, humiliated, as we deliberated on the look we wanted for you. As we swatched foundations, lipsticks, and eyeshadows across your arms to find the best fits for your skin tone. As we got into lively debates over the merits of cream or powder blush, matte or glittery eyeshadow, asking for your opinion just to make you squirm. Making you answer for our own amusement.
From the first dab of primer to the last spritz of setting spray, we made your first makeover one you would never forget. The overlapping sensations being smeared, brushed, and spread over every inch of your face all at once by several enthusiastic hands pulling and posing your face this way and that as we cooed out simultaneous instructions to close this eye, pout your lips, suck in your cheeks must have been enough to make your head spin!
Your face came together like a great work of art on a canvas. A dramatic synthesis of shiny, glittery hues pulling out every bit of femininity your face has to offer and turning every blink and change of expression into an unwilling performance for a ravenous audience. We captured the exact moment we showed you your finished look in the mirror. It’s a photo I’ll treasure forever. Your eyes as wide as your heavy fake lashes will allow, your plumped, painted, glossy lips parted in an expression somewhere between shock and horror. It’s a wonderfully poetic oxymoron: such contradiction between the striking femininity of your new appearance and the unseemly expression contorting your face.
Of course, that was just the first of many photos. Dragged to your feet and squeezed into a pair of pink heels, you became a perfect little model under our tutelage! Camera flashes, perfume, and Sabrina Carpenter filled the room as we commanded you through an elaborate sequence of poses. Twisting your body in ways it’s never moved before, morphing your face into flirty and sweet expressions for us, you stepped even further away from your old identity and into your new role as our plaything.
As we excitedly discuss our future plans for you, all you can do is listen attentively with that forced smile plastered on your face. One thing is very clear: you don’t get a say in anything that happens to you from here on out. Who knows? Maybe after enough training, you’ll come to accept and enjoy your new life. Probably not. But what you want doesn’t matter. It never mattered.
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