Romans & histoires Man Forced To Become A Woman Stories

"I heard it, I do not want to go anywhere" She is fire. And I want to play with it. When I will come back from trip things will change. I don't have the courage to ask her to come with me.. Regrets..... Roya POV _____________ I applied for the job of personal assistant. I don't want to spend my Father and my so called husband money. I want freedom from both of them. They used me like object. I just hate them. So I decided to start a job and became a independent women. I Do not want become anyone's burden, and I also don't want to become anyone's puppets .

by this time Jenna was already seated on Emily’s bed as she spoke. “We’ve done our best so far for your sake. You are our only child and we love you so much. All the travels abroad and within the country have always been for you. The late nights were also to provide you with a bright future. We have indeed let you down but I don't want you to ever think that we don't love you. We love you to the moon and back my baby. Your father made some wrong decisions but baby we are only humans and are bound to make mistakes. Honestly, I was very mad at him but I came to understand that he tried resolving the problem. He sold some property, even some that he held on to badly that belonged to his late fa

the man continued to say while smoking and looking at the group of women cowering in fear at the dock. “Rita Jones, step forward.” Rita’s heart skipped a beat when she heard her name. Her stomach knotted as she wondered why her name was being called. Bracing herself, she took a step forward. “Ha.. you’re a beauty indeed. Your husband sold you for $500.” The man said. Soft murmurs could be heard from the small crowd as Rita looked confused, silently she refuted the man’s words, ‘Chris would never do that to me.’ “Someone will be here for you soon. In the meantime you will take part in the training,” the man said then turned to the other men and women who looked like his accomplices and said,

“It appears that most of the rogues that he gathered were men and that meant that in order to continue on his pack his men and him would need to mate. With his own mate dead and knowing how hard it could be for his men to find their own so far away from the others, Excalibur decided on another path. As they took over villages, they enslaved the women and forced themselves on them. The woman were forced to carry their children and once they had they were disposed of.” With this Richard carefully flipped to the next page in the book. The image on this page was horrifying. Though the lines were faded the face of a young woman could still be seen screaming in agony while burning to death. The w

The truth is that under this brave façade, I am so scared right now. "Do you want us to help you with that?" the man behind me said. "Thank you but no I am good" I replied and tried moving away but his grip got tighter. "You know it's not polite to turn down such an offer..." he said. My body is not as well as my head, so trying to escape or pick a fight is not really an option. But neither is allowing them to rape me. I have to do something. I started moving my body so that I could free myself from the man's grip but had no luck with it. In my attempt to release myself, I hit his crotch. Almost immediately he released me and I lost no time and started running.

She decided not to take the same car with them to go home. "I need to meet my coach and my teammates. I promised I would join their celebration after our dinner." She lied to them. Actually, she just wanted to be alone. She still couldn't believe that her granny would do that to her. Just thinking about having a relationship with a man gives her goosebumps. And that man, Carlos! He's a chicken! She'd rather be a nun than to marry that man! Can she really go against her grandmother? She knows that her grandmother gets whatever she wants. She knows that her grandmother doesn’t approve of her sexual identity but she never thought that she would be put in this situation just to make her change h

"Dylan, you were kind enough to give her a good life, but she cheated on you and got pregnant with another man's child. She's shameless." Her gaze dropped to my stomach. "I don't think that baby needs to exist. Better than letting it grow up and embarrass everyone." A chill ran through me as I looked at Dylan in fear. He hesitated for a long moment, then he clenched his jaw. "That bastard can't stay." In the next moment, Vanessa directed the others toward me. Someone yanked my hair, another pushed my shoulders, and insults rained down from all sides. Vanessa leaned close to my ear and whispered coldly, "This is what happens when you try to steal my man, Avery."

A force that didn’t ask permission to exist. Then the rumors became something strong to ignore. A new force was rising. One that didn’t kneel. One that didn’t submit. One led by a woman no one could control. My name began to shift in the stories. Not Lyra Vale. Not the rejected Luna of Ironclaw. But something else entirely, something people said carefully. Something they said when the firelight was low and wolves checked their surroundings twice. Feared, respected and faraway. In the pack that once rejected me, they started hearing the stories too.

I had showered and put on the silky, soft pyjamas. It felt good to be in clean clothes, but I really wanted my jeans back, and I knew this was a power struggle between us. He was trying to control me by refusing to allow me to choose my own clothes. The maid told me that if I refused, I would be forced to wear only my underwear or even go naked. I wasn't stupid; I had seen the way my father's men had done similar things because they were bigger and stronger than the women, and they always used that advantage. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing we women could do about the disadvantages nature had given us, so we had to learn to be clever.

Pip following Anya at his six-foot distance like always. All the others whose names I'd learned, whose stories I'd heard around evening fires. The woman who'd been exiled for refusing to kill her own sister. The man who'd lost his arm defending pups that weren't his. The girl who'd run rather than marry an Alpha twice her age. Broken wolves. Rejected wolves. Mine.