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Visual exploration of fantasies in gender-fluidity, femininity, glamour,transformation, illusion, cross-dressing, dominance and submission. Images posted here are NSFW and are the properties of the respective owners.


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Saturday, February 11, 2023

The Cost of Luxury | A Beautiful Trap

 


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There they are.  The two women in my life.  I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful family. They are my pastel-coated hell that I cannot escape.

When I met Gabrielle, I was a content widower focused on building my business and raising my son, Steven.  She was holding court at the country club among the other socialites while I was enjoying a whiskey and cigar after a round of golf.  Among a flock of beautifully enhanced women of means, Gabby was the standout.  I showed my interests immediately and she reciprocated.  Our whirlwind romance drew her quickly into my bed and eventually into home as my wife.

I love to spoil my women and Gabrielle is a woman used to luxury.  To me, my woman should be a symbol of my wealth and means so I opened my wallet to support her indulgent lifestyle.  I gladly paid for her extravagant shopping trips and weekly salon upkeep because I adored having a glamorous, feminine woman at my side.  She was entitled and demanding of my resources and attention and I gladly gave it all to her.  

Gabrielle quickly integrated herself into my life and took over the day-to-day household concerns.  I thought Steven would be upset with this but he bonded easily with Gabby.  She kept him close and took him with her on her salon visits and other feminine activities.  I didn’t know it at the time but she was surrounding him with her circle and fostering curiosities within my son.  Eventually she started to “accidentally” mix panties into his laundry and leave cosmetics in the shopping bags with his purchases.  When he opened Pandora’s Box and tried them on, she was waiting to snare the confused young man in a web of comfort and acceptance.  

Months went by without me knowing about “Stephanie.”  My wife encouraged his budding feminine persona by giving him everything I gave her.  He sat next to her in a salon chair and got his hair and nails done.  She had him at the cosmetics counter getting makeovers and bought him lavish clothes and jewelry.  By the time I noticed the changes, my son was well on his way to becoming a teenage version of my wife!

I should have been angered by this development.  Instead of a proud young boy entering high school and manhood I now had a self-indulgent, entitled little fashionista.  I looked at how utterly feminine my Steven had become and I felt - proud.  She pushed her new fake breasts up in her scandalously revealing dress and I was dumbfounded at how through her transition was.  Instead of raging at my wife, I took her to bed and ravished her like never before.

Now my wife knows that she has me.  The more she and my new sissy daughter indulge their desires, the more turned on I become.  Stephanie runs up my credit cards and continues her transformation into a teenage vixen.  Her mother encourages these habits and indulges in them herself.  I’m almost sure Stephanie is dating older men now and using the same tricks her mother used on me to milk them dry.  It’s also obvious by their conversations that she’s sexually active.  Yet I don’t resist; it only draws me deeper into Gabby’s web.  I can’t deny either of them nor do I want to.  I stand by in frustration at my impotence . . . because I want to join them.



Monday, January 16, 2023

The Young Miss | The Privilage of Beauty

 


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Owen had already discarded the baggy pullover before the car left the academy’s parking lot.  Delicate fingers undid a few buttons of the oversized white shirt, revealing creamy breasts cradled by a lacy silk bra.  The tinted windows provided privacy as he discarded his male uniform.  Only his driver Brandi would be privy to his change.  

“Where to, miss?” The driver asked as Owen flicked his hair and let it tumble down past his shoulders.  He so hated having to hide it everyday in a bun.  It was still preferable to having to answer questions.  His lovely locks took meticulous care to maintain, especially considering he had to make it look like he didn’t care.  Yet it was all worth it after the day when he felt it tickle the back of his neck.  A little more of his true self let loose.

“I’m meeting someone at The Oasis,” Owen told Brandi, voice already growing softer and breathy.  Yasmina was surfacing, taking over and emerging from within Owen’s mind as he revealed the hidden feminine charms underneath his uniform.  Exquisitely flawless skin, a slender waist and modest curves grown from careful hormone treatments.  She had been mindful to keep her body hidden but it was getting more difficult. Yasmina’s curves had grown too obvious and distinct to keep contained. Luckily graduation was only a few months away and then she could stop pretending to be male.

Still, the routine would do for now.  Brandi always brought Yasmina an ideal outfit to change into and today was no different. The white and gray patterned skirt shimmied over Yasmina’s hips and hugged them deliciously.  No doubt her date would love seeing her coltish legs while she swayed about in her stilettos.  It was paired with a matching jacket that gave the outfit a touch of class and provided Yasmina with something to cover her cleavage.  However, she wanted her girls in full view - both for her date and for any other men that might want a look.

The beautification ritual always relaxed Yasmina.  The feeling of earrings swinging from her ears reminded her of how feminine she had become. She never rushed, giving herself time to fully submerge herself within the privilege of a woman’s beauty.  Her confidence always emerged as she applied cosmetics to accent her doll-like features. By the time Yasmina swiped the mascara wand over her lashes, there was no trace of the boy who had gotten into the back of the car.  A stunningly flawless socialite checked the straps of her heel to make sure it was secure.  She was excited; her date Eric was handsome and very capable.  Of course, he was well established - older men tended to be.  He promised to take Yasmina shopping after an early dinner, and she hoped he would want a night cap later on in the evening.  She was sure he would be happy with a young, vibrant bombshell on his arm, just like all her other suitors.

Monday, February 3, 2014

About A Boy | Stole My Heart

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From a different perspective - when the girl you fall in love with isn't a girl


Thursday, July 18, 2013

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Sunday, June 16, 2013

Thursday, June 6, 2013

"The Girl Underneath" or "Woman Undiscovered"

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After the last caption's wicked themes, I decided to go with something much more girly and sweet.  Perhaps you would want this kind of sister for yourself?



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