I've always read stories about "forced feminisation" and thought....... WOWWW....... the lucky *******, but thinking back now, I suppose it all happened to me once, too.
I was about 15 at the time and my girlfriend decided that i had become a bit of a problem that needed to be straightened out, so one Friday evening when I went around to her flat to visit, as I did every week, she had all the underwear, shoes and dress (some borrowed from her mother, who I think approved) laid out on her bed. I was told to change into the clothes as soon as possible and leave my clothes outside the bedroom door. When I was finished she applied some of her mother's make-up on me and after eating a supper that she had prepared she took me for a quiet walk around the neighbourhood. When we got back to her flat she took me, tied my hands behind my back and my feet together and, on a bed on her balcony, she proceeded to do some unspeakable things to me.
We both enjoyed it so much, it became a weekly ritual, which at the time, I didn't think of as "forced feminisation", but thinking back now, I'm sure it was.
Sadly (I think sometimes) it didn't last very long, because I met a lovely girl who I eventually married, but with whom I wasn't able to experience my feminine side ever again. I never told her about it, because i knew she would not understand and I would lose her. She was more important to me than that and I unfortunately ended up living this part of me in absolute secrecy.
If....... who knows ????