Dystopian

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The year is 2050, welcome to Dystopian Patriarchia.  Men control everything now.  They make all the laws and determine the fate of women and effeminate men.  Now every family is required to own a Pet.  Pets are procured through women and petite effeminate men who don’t meet the masculinity standards of today’s society.  A woman is required to marry by the age of 20 and if she does not, she is collected and sent to the Feminine Management Bureau for Petification and homing.  Women who marry must either become the family Pet or find a suitable Pet for the family.  There also exists a bounty for the capture and delivery of any effeminate man.  They undergo their own transformation to becoming family Pets.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Hi Sweetie, listen, I’ve been doing some thinking, and this …gender…doesn’t fit you. Neither does this age. You’ve had your whole life to prove you could be a man, and well… you’ve failed. Terribly. You’ve never been able to hold a job, you can’t afford to live on your own, and your friends are just tired of your drama.

You need age regression feminization so you can start a new one! Come sit with me and drink this baby bottle. The warm, milky liquid inside is actually a magic potion that I just KNOW will solve all your problems. Drink it all up now, every last drop. There, THERE we go!

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My femboi Paige and I found ourselves captured together.  We’d been tossed into the back of a van locked in separate crates.  I asked him if he knew what was going on.  But he informed me that he was as clueless as I was.  We felt the van drive for a while.  Then it stopped and the side doors were jerked open.  Our captors pulled us from the crates in which we’d been transported.  They secured our hands behind our backs and placed collars around our necks.  Then they showed us what the collars were for as they surged our bodies with electrical shocks when we didn’t obey immediately.  Then they inserted a dildo gag into Paige’s mouth and led us inside.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Gender-swapping Part 1 here

I leered at him the way he would at me and made a sexual joke.  Offering to fix that for him with my cock.  My body rolled my eyes at me and told me I was being crass.  I grined and told him I very well knew I was.  Then I asked how did it feel to be on that side of the crassness?

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Our firm is full of high-powered female lawyers.  We wear power suits and fill the men around us with trepidation and intimidation.  In our firm, all the lawyers are women, and we only hire men for secretarial work.  Recently, we hired a new secretary.  He’s already on the right tract as he showed up wearing ladies slack, an ambiguous blouse, and ballet flats.  A week into his employment all the partners met to pull straws.  I pulled the longest which meant that I won and it was my turn to transform the male secretary.  He was about to become completely feminized.

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MORGAN 1-844-332-2639 x 236

Pay me to be me. This isn’t new to you. From as early as you can remember you loved to sneak into your momma’s bedroom and play dress up. That thrill you felt when you first wore panties for the first time. They felt so much better than your Hanes didn’t they? The way they hugged your boy junk was beyond compare and still is.

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Umm, No

Umm, No

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Umm, No. I see that you must have thought I was kidding when I said you were no longer allowed to wear boys’ clothing. Sorry, Sissy! It wasn’t a joke at all—no more boxers, not a single pair of briefs. From now on, you are only allowed to wear GIRLS’ clothing. That’s right; I didn’t say women’s; I said girls. That means training bras and cartoon cotton panties.

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A Feminization Fairy Tale Role Play.  A long time ago, in a land far away lived a meek and small boy who lived with his father, mother, brother, and sister.  The father expected his sons to grow to be strong and masculine, but Paige did not feel masculine at all.  He felt feminine and delicate.  His father punished him every day to try and teach him to be a man but to no avail.  Paige continued to be gentle and submissive, and subservient.  He was banished to the women’s quarters, where he was teased while being dressed and treated as a girl.  Paige lived in a limbo world and never felt like she fit in anywhere though she wanted too so desperately.

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Let It Snow

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

It was supposed to be just one episode of our reality trash tv show, and then Joel was going to go home. Only we couldn’t indulge in the drama of other people’s lives without a drink. So one glass turned to two, and two turned to three. The next thing I knew, Joel was in no condition to drive home when our show ended. “I’ll just call an uber.” He slurred at me, and I giggled as I shook my head.

“No way, Jose! It’s snowing so badly out there. You can’t ask anyone to drive in that. So stay here with me tonight and let it snow!”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 X 357

You know, you spend an awful lot of time watching porn. Almost too much, but not quite. Those sexy women, bending over, passionate and moaning while massive cocks slide in and out of them, bringing them to such intense levels of sexual pleasure. Look at their faces; you never once have felt that height of intense pleasure. The kind that takes over your entire body, sending you into a shaking mess and collapsing on the bed as your brain literally shuts down. Day after day, you watch straight porn like this while jerking your cock. You cum when he does, and you see the intense pleasure on her face while you cum, but have you ever stopped to think about how your brain is processing that information?
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