Feminization Story Novels & Stories

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“I’ll tell you what. I’ve read your works that are banned in Packhaven, and I’d love to see you do for Packhaven what you did for Lustrum. There’s something rotten in the core of the government, and it needs to be exposed.” “Do you have anything more specific for me than that?” I tried to hold back premature disappointment. She took a look and counted the number of people in front of Theo. He was still three back from even placing his order. “I do, and it’s a feminist cause. And I think you’re the right reporter for it. I know lots and lots of women who have either worked for are currently in positions within the government, and the common consensus is that if one wants to get ahead as a fem

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

In an instant, tens of thousands of viewers flooded into the room. Instead of immediately attacking Mr. Hawthorne and Mason for ruining my reputation, I started by acknowledging what the company had done right. "Six years ago, when I had just graduated from university, Mr. Hawthorne was the one who brought me on board. In the early days, he really did look out for us, and for that, I am incredibly grateful. "However, over the years, I worked conscientiously at the company and secured over a hundred partnerships, only to be denied promotions and fair compensation solely because I'm a woman. That's something I refuse to accept. The recording wasn't fabricated.

Whispers could be heard in the crowd, and for the first time in my life the whispers weren't against me, but for me. "You don't know what you're ...." Mabel started, but it was my turn to interrupt them. "Just shut the fuck up already. If you try to tell me that you didn't use what happened to Brigid as a means to force feminization as a way of life, I swear I'll lose my sh.it. I'm not in the mood to deal with this bullshit after everything that's been going on! You spent centuries making sure females were submissive and docile, conforming blindly to the stereotype of an old-fashioned subservient role, and you used the titles of being princess or queen under false pretenses, allowing us to t

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

The reason why it took us this long before she became pregnant. I always satisfied her, making sure that she would release her cum in every night we consummated. But the problem is that I couldn’t afford to release my own cum. I just… couldn’t feel the pleasure I wanted in sex. If my count was right, I had released my semen for about two to three times in the three years of our marriage. I even needed to watch p**n, imagine Alicent in front sucking my cock, and pleasure myself just to be able to cum.

I don't find this topic very interesting at all. “What about it?” I ask her. “Well, the portrayal of the female power in literature of those days isn't glorified, when compared to the males.” She says. “We all know why that is. They're not interesting.” “You're wrong!” She fires back immediately!” “Okay miss.” I reply to her, then take a seat before her. “You know what, tell me about interesting feminine stories of that time period, something that might even for a second, convince me. “Well, if you must know, we had stories focused on fierce women, with wits… like… in The Tale of Lady Serin, where she overthrows a king without ever lifting a blade,” she begins, her voice steadying as she fin

I looked around and saw that almost everyone were crying. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die so the male character would be hurt and so the men who would read it would know what the word pain means. . . . But Martes was strawberry gold that he rewrote it in our love story. That is why, here I am in front of you without the man who changed the way how I looked at boys, guys and men.” She softly coughs with her old voice and groans saying, “Everyone, it’s late. We should probably go to sleep now.” And we all groans murmuring, “Aawww Grandma, that’s it? That was all?”