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Saw this image and my brain actually managed to carve out a story for it! Hope you enjoy!

“Hey, you’ve been grabbing water for a long time, Ms. Ernst is getting restless and oh… Oh!” My eyes widened as I saw Chrissy in the arms of one of the ranch hands, passionately kissing him.

“Chuck, can you give us a minute?” Chrissy batted her eyelashes, an effective tool of persuasion, as I knew firsthand.

“Sure thing, babe, but don’t be too long, okay?” Chuck grinned and tipped his hat to me as he walked away.

“What’s going on here? You told me you were into girls! That’s why I let you do all this!” I motioned towards my body.

You see, before arriving at the ranch, I’d been your normal average guy. Yeah, that’s right, guy. Chrissy had been on the welcoming committee, and we’d hit it off on the first night, or at least I thought we did, until she’d confided in me that she liked girls. I thought that was the end of my chances with her until she commented on how she thought I’d make a pretty girl. I’d never been the most masculine, always skinny, with soft features, and I’d do anything to be with her, so I let her make me over into her type, my long-ish hair styled into pigtails, some makeup on my face to plump my lips and define my eyes, a little bit of shaving, (I’d never been that hairy either) and she even went into the ranch’s database to swap my record around so I could room with her and work the hospitality side. It was a wonderful few weeks, even if she kept me at a distance, never doing more than kissing or over the clothes stuff.

“Listen, Tori, you’re cute, don’t get me wrong, but you’re just not my type, and I wanted to let you down easy, but you were so eager, I figured telling you I was gay was easier, but you just wouldn’t take the hint. And given how well you took to the makeup and the dresses, heck, you’re walking in heels better than I am, I think everything worked out for the best. You had fun, didn’t ya? You wouldn’t have liked being out in the sun anyway, right? Why don’t you run along, okay? And bring the water back to Ms. Ernst.”

“O-okay…” I tried to hold back my tears as I grabbed the bucket and headed back to the house.

“Your friend okay?” Chuck asked as he returned.

“She’ll be fine, just lonely I think.”

“I’ve got a buddy who’s been talking about having a thing for her, maybe we can introduce them tonight at dinner?”

“I think that’d be a great idea, baby, now let’s finish what we started!"

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blunt force feminization

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Haven't made a caption in a while, I'm not even sure where the ones I have made are anymore. I'll probably make a few more.

"Mike? What are you wearing?"

"What I told you it was Ladies night."

"I wasn't expecting you to be one of the ladies!"

"Look, I used to come here every Friday for happy hour, but its only until 6, so when I'd work late I'd miss out on the half price drinks… Ladies night starts at 6, so it just made sense."

"You're dressed like that for half price drinks? But how much did all this girl stuff cost?"

"Oh… Probably around $280-$300 But I'm saving 4 or 5 bucks on every drink, its called an investment… though I probably should get another dress one of these days… and I've got a hair appointment coming up…"

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It started out as just a favor to a friend, to just lend moral support. Kaycee had just been through a rough breakup, being told by her ex that she was just too uptight. In an effort to break out of her comfort zone, she decided to try out a sex club. It wasn’t something that the buttoned up, career-driven business woman would normally do. But she was apprehensive, and me, being her closest male friend, seemed like the ideal candidate to go with her. If anything went too far, I could step in. Never mind that I wasn’t exactly the perfect male specimen, my strengths were mental, I had a good head on my shoulders and gave out advice, I didn’t leap into action. But she needed me, so I obliged her.Our first night at the club was incredible! We wrote down our limits onto a form and they brought us to a room where we were able to partake in games and pleasures of a sexual nature that I previously thought only happened in porn. The experience was great for both Kaycee and me, and we ended up becoming full fledged members of the club, returning as much as we could. Having been in a dry spell when it came to dating, it was a great confidence booster for me to be having no-consequence sex with women who knew so much more than I did. And Kaycee was a changed woman from it, she became more carefree at work and in life, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.But one day things started to change. I came down with a cold and missed a week, but Kaycee went without me, and when I returned, things were noticeably different. Kaycee was led off to a different area of the club and try as I might, I couldn’t enjoy myself not knowing what my friend was doing. Not that I was nosy, but we usually shared everything, even intimate details on occasion. I tried to ask her about it outside the club, but she refused to speak of it, almost as if she couldn’t.

“I’m fine, really.” she insisted.

“Then tell me what’s going on!” I demanded.

But she wouldn’t tell me. So I did the only thing I could do, the next time we went into the club, I demanded to be brought with her, to do whatever it was she was doing. I had every chance to back out, and maybe I should have. The attendant at the door to this secret area asked me if I was sure, and so did Kaycee, and I said I was. They made sure to have my consent when I was taken into a secret room for a full-body wax, and again when they tucked my manhood away and glued breast forms to my chest. I had some trepidation when the makeover started, when they put those extensions into my hair, started to cover my face with makeup and glued extensions to my fingernails. Every brushstroke on my face, every coat of polish on my nails was a chance, but I kept resolute.

Looking at myself in the mirror when they were finished, with my hair tied up in an absurdly high ponytail, the ridiculously large hoop earrings hanging from my freshly pierced ears, I didn’t even blink when they strapped the collar around my neck and told me to change into the black lingerie, a bra that was more mesh and straps than anything else, and a pair of panties that were just the same. I stumbled a bit in the heels, but held my tongue. I was doing this to make sure Kaycee was okay, that’s the only thing that mattered to me, being her moral support.

From that secret room, I was led, not back out into the club, but into another secret room, a bedroom, with a large leather bed. Sitting on the bed, with an identical collar strapped to her neck and in a red set of lingerie was Kaycee. The club had liberated her style somewhat, but I didn’t often see her like this and averted my eyes slightly. Kaycee laughed as the attendant passed her my chain and left the room, leaving us alone. She quickly dragged me onto the bed with her and took my new look in.

“You look breathtaking, is this what you expected?”

She didn’t wait for me to respond, she just pulled me in for the most passionate kiss that I’d ever shared with a woman, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I attempted to stammer a response when she finally pulled away, the Kaycee I know wasn’t this dominant, nor had she ever shown any sexual or romantic interest in me, it was baffling. Even more baffling was that she’d never shown any interest in a woman either, so it was doubly out of character. This place had truly changed her. Maybe she didn’t need me watching out for her anymore.

But I didn’t have time to ruminate on that for long, as the door opened and a man walked in. Immediately, Kaycee’s demeanor changed, and she sat down on the bed in a very demure and submissive way. Out of instinct and nervousness, I tried to mirror her movements as closely as possible.

“I see you’ve brought a friend tonight,” the new addition chuckled.

“Yes, Master.”

“Assume the position.”

Kaycee crawled up onto the bed and got onto her knees, leaning forwards, only being supported by her hands, which I now noticed were bound with their own chains. The man turned to me, and out of instinct, I followed suit and got on my knees as well, matching Kaycee.

“Let’s begin. I’m one of the top donors of this club and the Alpha. By being here, you’ve agreed that until this night is over, you are mine. You exist only to pleasure me, and will do whatever I say. And what happens in this room, stays in this room. You aren’t to repeat anything about our activities to anyone, or else. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Does your friend understand?”

Kaycee turned to me and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“Now you see why I couldn’t talk about it. But if you like it, this could add a new dimension to our friendship. You can leave if you want, though. If not, there’s nothing to worry about, he’s firm but gentle and you’ll have me for moral support.”

I had a very good idea about what was going to happen next, and against my better judgment, I was still curious. Besides, we were here to get out of our comfort zones, right?

(Another tribute to @caitlynmasked this time more in the mold of a traditional story by her, but of course, with my own twist on it)

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Dude! What are You wearing!

Me? What are YOU wearing?

It was my turn! God Damnit, did you Bring any guy clothes?

I'm pretty sure it was my turn, and of course not, I was going to be stuck as your girlfriend all week!

The Two Feminized Boys just stared at eachother, They had been trading off spending time as eachothers girlfriends for the last few months, since neither had any experience with girls... And Now were coming to terms with the idea of spending an entire spring break as girls

Great... Just Great... Well... I love what you did with your hair, the bows are cute.

Thanks... Is that a new top?

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Wait wait wait! You said without me all your hardwork would go to waste!

I let you glue these huge tits on and put on this yellow dress and red wig because you were desperate, “Nobody would get our costumes without our fourth” You said

You’re dressed as the PowerPuff Girls! Everyone knows who they are! Why did you even need me?

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Be Careful with those hypnosis files... make sure your target listens to them in private

My First Roommate out of college was the worst... always leaving dishes in the sink, never cleaning up after himself, blasting music through all hours of the night. But I found a way to deal with him.

I blended some hypnotic files into his playlists and waited. It took a few months, all the while he kept blaring his music while I tried to sleep... but today when I got home I found my Roommate dressed as a maid, he even introduced himself as Fifi.

Overjoyed to be rid of my Slob of a Roommate I quickly changed out of my work clothes and into my uniform, glad to finally have some help keeping this place tidy

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AOE Damage Wish

Another Canva caption. Let me know what you think of the new format, any tweaks I need to make? (Text under the cut for the visually impaired)

"Aw man, I thought they'd be bigger... And ugly PJs too..."

"What the hell?! Why did I get transformed too? What did you wish for?"

"I wished to be a smokin' hot chick! Just like I told you I wanted!"

"And you said those exact words?"

"Well... Mostly, it got the gist of it..." "What were your exact words?"

"I wish that when I looked in the mirror, I'd see a smokin' hot chick looking back at me!"

"The same mirror I was looking at when you made the wish?"

"Oh... Well, at least you're hot!"

"I don't wanna be a girl! I wish I was a boy again! Make it change me back!"

"Sorry, can't do that! The planets have to align under your zodiac sign in order for the wish to be granted. Which by my estimation would be about a week before your next birthday!"

"But my birthday was last week!"

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Thank you everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

Blue is for Boys and Pink is for Girls after all. "Alright, Point made… I'm sorry"

"Sorry for…"

"I'm sorry for scoffing when you gave me a pink shirt and for saying pink was a girl's color."

"Oh But you were absolutely right, that's why I got you dressed in all these manly blue clothes, those pretty blue panties and your adorable blue bralette and that light blue dress is to die for."

"I get it… Can I take this stuff off now?"

"Oh no no no, I've tossed the rest of your clothes, I'm going to make quite sure you're only dressed in the most masculine of colors from now on."

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Mom always said to get bullies to leave me alone all I had to do was ignore them and pretend to not care until they got bored

This, new Girl, Zoe’s been Bullying me recently and keeps making me wear girl’s clothes, I’ve been trying really hard to act like I don’t care I hope she gets bored of this soon, I’m starting to get too good at all this.

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Was Trying to do a little bait and switch, let me know how well it worked.

"What are we going to do about Tim…"

"I don't know… Do you think we should…"

"I think we have too"

"This can't continue…"

"We have no other choice…"

"We've got to De-Feminize him."

"We glued those breast forms on did his long lasting makeup got him all dressed up."

"And now only a few days later he's critiquing MY eyeliner?"

"He told ME that MY outfit clashed."

"I saw him flirting with MY boyfriend!"

"This has to Stop… Ohh Tif! There you are! Get Him Girls!"

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The Artiste

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What if the Customer was quite literally ALWAYS right.

Jack had been with his girlfriend browsing through Ulta, He'd lost sight of her for just a second when he was accosted by another customer.

"Excuse me… Miss, I'm got an appointment scheduled"

"Uhh.. What? I don't work here… and I'm definitely not a 'Miss'"

This seemed to set the lady off "Haven't you ever heard the Customer's always right?"

"I Don't see how that applies…" Jack cleared his throat… why did he sound like…

He was a Chick!

The Lady kept going… "Are you going to do your job or do I need to get your manager?"

Jackie didn't like the sound of that, she smiled "Right this way Ma'am" And lead the woman to her Station.

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Who knew different people were more susceptible to hypnosis?

When my friend Keith and I doubted hypnotism worked we made a bet with our girlfriends.

We sat down and watched exactly 2 hours of a hypnosis video of their choice.

That was a month ago... I'm now a firm believer in hypnosis, I have compulsions I can't fight... I can't leave the house unless I'm wearing a bra and panties... When I pass by a store I HAVE to try something on, I have to be wearing something pink at all times, and lately I've been experimenting with makeup. I'm completely powerless to stop it.

Keith on the other hand still doesn't believe in hypnosis... He just goes by Kelsey now and Believes he's always been Kelsey.

I miss going to his place to watch the game... Now every time we hang out, we end up watching makeup tutorials and trying things on from his closet with and ever-growing supply of clothes. I wonder how much longer until this stuff wears off.

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Our two companies were competitors, but friendly ones. Years ago we agreed to a corporate swap so that all of our employees would know each other's operations. After all, if we knew there weren't some big secrets, it would motivate all of us to be better.

As we became friendlier and friendlier, we'd try to up each other's game. Two years ago we sent our junior execs to swap with their vice presidents. It was a riot that thankfully didn't do any permanent damage to their corporate structure. Last year they send over their secretaries to swap with our managers. Hilarity insured.

This year, our team of vice presidents including me, decided that we'd put ourselves in the game. More so, we'd show that pride alone wouldn't keep us from having fun. So instead of swapping with their VPs or even their mid level managers, we swapped with their secretarial pool.

I ended up getting assigned to Ms Valerie Payne. Their VP of operations. We'd gone to school together and she was a major ball buster. She hated that I found success with my gregarious nature. I thought this would be a good time to show her that I could not only follow her ruthless rules, but do so with a smile and win over her staff if not her directly.

When we first met, a week out from the swap, she tossed down her contract about her personal assistant and said she'd understand if I bowed out and accepted that I couldn't cut it in their system. I knew bravado when I saw it and said there wasn't anything in her secretary's contract that I couldn't manage.

I probably should have read it before I did that. It turns out that Ms Payne has it written in her contract that her personal assistant will be a woman. When I went to my CEO he said I could bow out, but I'd have to admit publicly that not only was I the weaker man, that our company couldn't live up to their standards. Not wanting to change the good natured vibe of the swap, I changed paths and went full bore.

I got my girlfriend and secretary on board and they both helped transform me. I shaved all my body hair off, and kept my skin silky smooth. I used voice lessons until I could speak in a feminine register and kept speaking that way all the time. I got the most expensive pair of breast forms I could find and had them glued onto my chest with surgical glue that would either take three months to come off or need an industrial strength solvent to pull them off. I put on fake nails, got hair extensions, and went to my girlfriend's expensive salon to get a make over and learn how to apply the makeup myself. I even had my girlfriend refer to me as her female friend while I was getting ready for this assignment. The last, most difficult part was my groin. I hate to admit it, but seeing myself in the reflection was quite arousing and I kept getting hard and ruining the lines of my tight skirts. The control pantyhose and waist cinchers gave me a great curvy shape, but it was ruined with a bulge sticking out between my legs. We tried tucking, tight panties, and even a professional gaffe, but none of it worked consistently enough. I just couldn't fail because I got a hardon that showed while working as Ms Payne's secretary. Getting the chastity cage was a last minute hail marry. To make sure it didn't show, we got the smallest size I could squeeze into and the only variation they had was a locking one. It didn't need to be locked, but if it wasn't and I started to grow... well, I broke out of that cage. So it was locked on.

That Monday morning was tough. Not because of my fears, that everybody would point and laugh. Quite the opposite. No one noticed a damned thing. No one saw a guy under this get up. They all saw a young professional personal assistant reporting for her new job. By the time I got up to Ms Payne's office she was so sure it wasn't me that she demanded proof. I couldn't believe it, but within an hour of meeting her as my new boss I was standing in her office, pulling up my skirt, and showing her my locked and caged penis.

Her laughter cut me to the quick. At the same time she told me that she'd bet her own CEO that I wouldn't succeed and if she won, she'd get a big promotion. So she was going to make it her sole purpose to make me fail by their own rules and corporate bylaws.

Part of their contract was the boss being able to dictate the clothes worn by their subordinates. I thought she was going to have me dress up like some 50s style over sexed hyper girly secretary, but she kept my skirts and blouses professional. Underneath them, however, I was dressed in the silkiest, laciest, sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen. Feeling it move against my smooth skin was rough, but seeing it every morning and having that memory was worse. I'd try to get hard every time I thought about it which just made me ache in my cage all day.

The first night I had to wear that lingerie I was so excited to get home that I stripped out of my clothes, unlocked my cage, and jacked off before my girlfriend even got home. But Ms Payne seemed ready for even that. She showed me that any superior could either approve medical devices allowed in the office or grant their subordinates extra sick time away. She declared my chastity cage as a medical device and approved it, so long as she was given the key. From that first week on, she's been my keyholder.

And she just keeps laying into me. She tells me every day that I can quit, but every day I stay it gets worse and worse for me to stop. Both her and my CEO are betting on us. When I got to the week end I thought we'd have to call it a draw as I hadn't met Ms Payne's high standards but also hadn't fired me. But the CEOs didn't see it that way. They wanted a clear winner. So they extended it. Either Ms Payne would get me to quit, without breaking any of their rules, or I'd get a perfect score on her weekly evaluation.

The second week she assigned me to the team working on their lingerie line. Slinky, sexy, lingerie that was winning in the market place with near constant social media attention. My part in the campagine was being Ms Payne's representative during the photo shoots. I thought she was doing it because having to sit in at those shoots was damned difficult, seeing sexy women walking around nearly bare with all the male models touching them for the 'almost too brazen' style of photos. But the next week, they hired a new model. My girlfriend. So not only was I watching a sexy barely dressed model flaunt her sexuality with hunky guys on camera, I had to encourage my own girlfriend to do it.

And naturally, my girlfriend took that to heart at home. She teased me non stop about how fun it was to sit on the guys lap for the shoot, or have his hands on her body. She'd flaunt how turned on she was and had me eating her out to orgasm after orgasm. She knew it was demoralizing and physically painful for me, but she said I either satisfied her sexual needs or she'd get one of the male models to do so.

Through all of this, Ms Payne kept putting more and more on my plate in the office. Typing up reports, correlating sales figures, managing meetings with clients or team members. And when it wasn't perfect she not only knocked me down on my evaluation, she employed her contract sanctioned discipline.

Spanking.

My day now works like this. I have my girlfriend help me get into the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen and then cover it up with a professional blouse and skirt. I walk to the office in my heels because I get felt up when I take the bus or train. I get Ms Payne some coffee, do some office work, and then get spanked for some minor transgression. I then have to head down to the studio and watch my girlfriend get manhandled on film wearing almost nothing, knowing that the images are getting spread all over the internet. I also have to encourage her to be as sexy as possible and have the male models touch, rub, and manipulate her as that's what the ad campaign demands. I then get home where I make dinner for my tired model girlfriend, and after I've cleaned everything up I go to bed with her, strip down to my lingerie, lay between her legs and lick her to several screaming orgasms.

I'm fairly sure this will go on as long as Ms Payne wants it to. She won't fail and fire me and she also won't give me the passing record i need to succeed.