Becoming A Femboy Novels & Stories

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

“Yeah… by the way, should I change to a girl since my voice is girlish? At least until I can change it to a male tone, for now am not sure how to control it…” “Your gender isn’t fixed?!” Feral erupted in awe. “Yeah, I was born with the power to change to anything at all even objects, am assuming I lost that ability after the poisoning. I couldn’t change to a girl before but after getting my full memories I think I can.” “Do you want to change into a girl?” “Does Feral like girls?” Paws asked coyly which caused Feral to erupt into laughter. “Even if I did, not little girls ah, am not that immoral.”

Thinking of it at that moment, I was grateful that I didn't have those features yet. “Since you don't have the features that distinguish you as a female yet, it should be easy to get you into the training camp with a little makeover. Your long hair would have to go through, and I think a little tampering with your eyebrow should be done, too,” Will explained. ‘I learned a trick when I visited my maternal grandmother’s pack. There is a leaf called aura blow. If you use it, it will make you smell masculine, and if you are a male, it will smell feminine,” Amethyst said.

I heard Joon sigh when I made my comment and said, "Well it's a good thing we will learn her, her rules now. Looks like she needs them." If I could move my body right now, I would make a big scratch on that stupid, pretty face of him. Who does he think he is? Rules? I don't need rules. I am a grown woman with a job and a fiancé. Although my fiancé had rules for me too. But I think the rules these men have for me will be way different. Either way, I got nervous and tried to get out of the situation. "I don't need rules, I'm twenty years old. The only thing I have to follow is the law." I said with my lips pouted.

Some punkish habits and attitudes I have to curb. Mold to fit my needs. I need more of a bad boy for my good boy, I decide, soaping up my hands and preparing to bring them down to my boobs and honey pot. Some guy with a little fight in him. Something that will take some work to bring to heel.

The old man raised him and basically drilled the manliness in him so that he wouldn't end up liking his girly side much. At first, he identified as a male and initially disliked his trait, seeing it as a curse but after he learned how to control it, he was able to enjoy and accept it. It is quite laughable actually. He likes the things that guys and girls like. He doesn't openly show it in front of his old man but it's true. The tomboyish girl said. "Until they come to a stand-still, I should at least show Cai Kang around." She said and looked at Cai Kang. "Hungry?"

I found a Phillipines little girl older than me and we find ourselves having many things in common, the only difference was that she didn't had parents and I had parents even though separated from them. I started growing, and as much as I grew up I had dreams even if it wasn't necessary because reality would still come and spoil everything, I had dreams...many dreams. For them to be accomplished, I had to have a new style, so I decided to choose the Tomboy style. I had to avoid distractions and anything that would disrupt me. So, I was sure no body would be interested in me even though the school was exclusively main for girls, sometime I had to go out and feel some regards on me by boys wh

No, he wasn’t happy with it and till now he still hasn’t accepted me, to think the only way he will ever accept me is as if I am the perfect warrior by tomorrow and that is impossible as of now. Do I change my dressing? Do I ask the maid to get buy me or make me some clothes, that way I will fit in the role, But then again, it will just make dad very furious, he might even get angrier and say I am trying to be what I am not, asides that he might say the things I am to do, I haven’t even done them well enough and I am diving into something new, that isn’t an option either. Do I cut my hair or get a boy's tattoo? I heard it isn’t so hard to do or as painful. I can ask Beta Elvis for some advic

I explain, pretending not to notice the relief washing over their face. They turn around and lean their back against the balustrade, bracing their elbows behind them. “The moment puberty hit me, my boobs filled out and the stares I got disgusted me. I went from a flat-chested kid to a girl with the biggest cup size in class within the space of a month. The leering from both boys and men put me off wanting to feel like a woman, so I started acting more like a tomboy.”

Amberly POV Today was my first day at college in the southern pack, somewhere I never thought I would be, and the craziest part? I was disguised as a boy. I sat stiffly in the third row with my chin lifted up, trying to keep things in check and not try to let them notice feminine changes in my body. Crazy isn't it? My hair, chestnut curly hair was now short and brushed against the collar of the academy uniform that grandma had given me.