Should I Be Feminized Quiz Novels & Stories

Rhys “Are you perhaps...gay?” That almost surprised me until I remember that in the presence of the organisation she has to be dressed in a certain way. Nobody here appreciates a female guard. And from her point of view, I was so busy thinking of how to make Rita believe she’s fucking crazy that I didn’t consider this angle. It would be nearly impossible to make her go crazy, considering it would take careful planning, effort and most importantly, time which I clearly don’t have. “What if I am?” I ask casually.

Being born as me was the greatest mistake. Am I really that worthless, God? In this life of luxury, I've never known love. I was raised out of obligation, not affection. "You'd be better off leaving this place and redeeming yourself. Maybe become a nun, Anna. It suits your fragile soul." "Thanks for the offer, but no. You call me weak? Let me get this straight." I cleared my throat for emphasis. "You know the symbol for iron? Fe. Add 'male' and you get 'female.' So, tell me. Who's really weak here—my kind or yours?"

She winked, making me frown in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Don't you want to know?" She asked, taking a step towards me. "Don't you want me to teach you how to tap into your feminine powers? Aren't you tired of being weak and helpless?" I remained silent, mulling over her words. "Sooner or later, you may have to take a step that's quite similar to mine. You might have to make a decision that you've never made before. Don't you want to be ready?" She asked softly this time.

He didn't have any noticeable reaction. "Why do you want to know?" I shrugged. "Curiosity. I mean, I don't even know how old you are. I want to know what you were like before you were changed too." He looked at me for a minute and then said, "Okay." He started twirling my hair again. "I wasn't very different before I was changed. At least, I don't think so, personality wise. Most of the changes came with changes in society. For example, women were considered inferior up till very recently. Obviously, I don't think that way anymore."

If they were to be cut off, could she still be called a woman after that? One choice was life, while the other choice was being a woman. She didn't know how to choose. At that moment, Qin Haodong's voice sounded next to her ear again, "Are you very troubled? If you didn't have the operation, you might lose your life. If the operation changes a flat chest to no chest, you can no longer think of yourself as a woman." Zhou Xinzhu took a deep breath, then walked a few steps forward. She arrived in front of Qin Haodong and said in a low voice, "How could you tell?"

“No. I don't find men attractive at all?” “So what's the question about?” He quipped. ‘I think I'm having a bit of sexuality crisis.’ I wanted to say but I didn't answer. “Just asking for a friend,” I settle for a lie instead. “She's having a bit of sexuality crisis.” “Oh. Well, tell her to do a little experiment. If she enjoys being with women more than she does with men then, she swings that way.” He answered. I blinked. “Experiment?” “Sex, Caden. I meant, sex.” He laughed.

“We need to crown you queen of dicks, Elizabeth Scott.” “Stop. I’m not fucking both of them.” “No one cares if you are,” Becca said. “No one will judge,” Fumi added. If only she had heard what Mom had to say about Malik. Her arm slipped around the back of my chair. Becca was still smiling, maybe shocked. I had changed. My style in men, my sexual appetite, my needs. It was scary. “Are they good?” I flushed. “I’m not having this conversation with you girls.”

Okay fine, Ma'am Ken will be quiet. He started to dress me, he put on my panties. Pfft, I'm actually laughing because he closes his eyes tightly and then keeps looking away from my body. Is Hubby jealous of my body? He really wants to be a woman. I'm sorry Ken because it looks like you're really made of juice, this god to me. It's ugly if you became a woman and then you were made for me, right? Hmm, so what are we bisexual? Or maybe lesbian? Oh my, maybe gay??

Weighing out her entire dating future in a half-zombie state was not good. Laura knew she had to lie, but how much was acceptable? Could she shave off a few sizes, or would she need to hack off an imaginary arm and leg to make herself seem “fit” and “athletic”? The drop-down box with its built in descriptors seemed like judgmental torment. No choices were there for “zaftig” or “juicy” or “full figure.”

She’s hands down one of the prettiest, sexiest, most beautifully attractive women I’ve ever seen and it beats me how my brother managed to friend zone her for this long. “My help?” she asks, plopping back onto the pavement. “Help with what?” “Have you seen the tabloids? There's a rumor going around that I'm gay. Me? Fucking gay?” She squints at me. “Well, are you?” “Fuck. No,” I say. “No offense to the gays, but I happen to enjoy soft, feminine, succulent women.” “There are effeminate men if that’s your preference.” I stare at her, she’s not implying what I think she is, right? “Did you just suggest I broaden my horizons?”